Battle in Black and White: Blanco Sombra vs. The Morrigan

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco followed through with the arm drag by rolling to his feet. He put some distance between himself and Morrigan, which was lucky for him because the beefy Irish dominatrix was in a mood to start taking heads any moment, and Blanco knew it. He had to pick his spots, keep things rolling, and most importantly keep himself out of her grip! Taking her arm across his chest had hurt enough, and if she landed something with more intentionality, then Blanco was going right to the canvas.

Morrigan was up quickly, and still on the offensive, of course. Blanco braced himself, keeping loose and limber, but Morrigan had done a number on him physically and mentally earlier, and he couldn't take anything for granted at this stage of the match. At ringside, Holly was watching with baited breath, hoping Blanco would just put this woman down already, before it was too late.

"Oh, damn!" Blanco exclaimed as Morrigan came barreling in at him with the big boot. From a distance, the move looked possibly a little clumsy or slow, but anyone who had actually taken one knew it was like a giant stepping on your face while you were still standing. Keeping his in mind, Blanco threw himself into a roll, going low to get under Morrigan's boot and past her oncoming body. There, however, he'd stay on the mat, bracing himself with his hands and shoulders pressed to the canvas. When Morrigan would turn around, Blanco would thrust his legs up, going into a handstand to his full height, trying to hook Morrigan's neck so that he could use a leg scissor takedown to throw her back to the canvas once again, with a lucha-style classic!

[BlackAkuma]

All Sabine could do now was sigh as things rapidly spun out of control. She supposed this sort of thing was to be expected - the experience was hard to overcome, even when you held all the other cards in your hand. She had surmised the differences would show between them before the match was through, she was just irritated to see them manifest in such an unseemly manner. But it was not the end of the world, especially when she could think of other enticing ways.

She stepped over to Holly’s side as the battle raged, arms folded over her chest to give some form of modesty and not scare the woman away any more than necessary. ”By the by, fraulein, I’ve a question.” She leaned Holly’s way and whispered as if asking for a secret. ”I was aware that you and your love have teamed together in the past. Is this still the case?”

Before Holly could answer, Sabine’s attention was drawn to the movement in the ring, as her compatriot's boot missed its target, leaving the big woman to stumble forward. She spun about fast - too fast. In put her in prime position for Blanco to snag her around the head with his legs, and she was tumbling in the next instant.

The Morrigan came to a rest on her chest, and started pushing up soon after, but it was a slow, groggy affair. She grabbed the ropes for support as she did, facing out towards the audience, as she tried to gather her bearings.

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly watched the in-ring action intently, eyes wide beneath her glasses as she tried to make sure she didn’t miss a thing. Holly knew she couldn’t intervene, and she told herself she wouldn’t need to anyway, but her nerves always got the best of her in matches. Something that made her jump when the redhead next to her approached her.

“Um, yes,” Holly said, turning slightly to look at Sabine. “We have tagged, before … and I’m sure we will again, when the situation calls for it …” Holly raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out this woman’s angle, but before she knew it Morrigan was rocked around the ring again, left hanging on the ropes!

Blanco took that view in and couldn’t believe his eyes. The opening was right there to hit one of the classics, one of lucha’s fan-favorite moves … and one that was the signature move of his friend and sometimes rival, Santa Tigresa. Blanco looked at Morrigan’s curvy frame dangling on the ropes, dizzy, confused … and presenting a perfect target. Blanco decided it was better to ask for forgiveness than permission, especially in the heat of a match. He rushed the ropes opposite Morrigan, bounced off of them hard, and went rushing toward where Morrigan hung.

Leaping at the last second, Blanco’s legs kicked through the middle and top rope and his hands caught those ropes to keep him from flying to the outside. His momentum stopped hard by his grip on the ropes, legs swinging hard enough to snap back, Blanco went for a hard tiger feint kick aimed square at Morrigan’s face! While he couldn’t manage the force of Santa Tigresa’s thick frame with this kick, his technique would have added more than enough snap to the kick to make a hellacious impact if he connected!

[BlackAkuma]

As much as Morrigan hated to admit it, she desperately needed a breather. Sabine had warned her that matches could get crazy like this, that the more experienced opponents could and would run her ragged, but she had never dreamed it could get this bad. She was used to her bar brawls, where the violence was heavy and fast and hard - you went in swinging, hit them more than they hit you, and you came out on top. Brutal. Straightforward. Effective. This was anything but that. She would’ve annihilated Blanco on the street, but here, between the ropes, he was running her ragged, and she didn’t have many good answers for it.

But she was on the ropes, exactly where she needed to be, safe from his attacks. She could take a moment, recoup, gather her bearings, and go at him fresh. Grind him down, outlast him, get on top of him and beat him senseless. No more fucking around.

It was the right way to go about things. Shame she wouldn’t have a chance to put it in motion.

All of her plans were wrecked when a pair of feet slammed into her face out of nowhere, giving her a kick that she hadn't seen coming square on the nose. More flew back like she was hit with a shotgun and fell on her back near the center of the ring. She laid there, stupified, looking for all the world like a turtle toppled on its shell.

Not the most flattering pose, Sabine had to admit. Her mind was divided at the moment, however, as she pondered Holly’s answer. ”’When the situation calls for it’, you say.” She stroked her chin. ”I might proffer such a situation, but in a moment. I believe we are about to witness a most impressive conclusion.”

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco’s body whipped through the air and every part of him felt the impact of the tiger feint kick connecting with Morrigan’s face. Coming out of the move, Blanco kept a tight grip on the ropes to keep himself from tumbling out of the ring. The luchador found himself wishing he had thicker thighs, or at least thicker kick pads, or some means of protecting himself from that impact! However, the roar of the fans and the thunderous crash of Morrigan’s body falling back and hitting the canvas sent a charge down his spine. Clinging to the ropes, Blanco pulled his slender body up to a standing position, looking from Morrigan’s prone, gasping figure to the fans, coming out of their seats to see his follow up!

At ringside, Holly gasped at the kick connecting, clasping her hands over her mouth. She heard Sabine mention tag matches and propositions, but she only idly nodded. That impact and that kick had seemed to rock Morrigan, and Holly recognized that position from her own matches. Down on the floor, spread eagle, body just waiting to be finished off …

“Now, Mister!” Holly shouted, jumping up and down in excitement. “This is it! Come on!” Holly jumped up and down, buxom figure bouncing up and down, her excitement and body barely contained by her tight red dress as excitement overtook her. Blanco nodded, and pumped his fist, forcing his tired body to stand and prepare for one last acrobatic feat.

Gripping the top rope in both hands, Blanco tensed his legs, kicked up with his legs, and leapt up to the top rope. He only stood there a second, balancing on the top rope like a tightrope before he used the tension of the ropes and his legs to launch himself into the air. Twisting and rotating at the height of the leap, Blanco turned so that he flew, back-first, toward the mat. He extended an arm, flexing, aiming a hard elbow drop down toward Morrigan’s chest, looking to follow up the classic Tiger Feint Kick with his own Elbow Blanco aimed right at her heart …

[BlackAkuma]

Move.

Move, move, fucking move, move.

The Morrigan sent those specific, simple orders to her body, but all she got in response was numbness and denial as the weight of the match crashed down on her. It wasn’t just getting kicked in the face by whatever that weird move was, though that was the crux of it. No, the past few minutes had run her ragged, taken her off her game, and it was like her body didn’t know how to react correctly. Couldn't move, fight, or do anything but lay there and…

…why was the crowd getting louder? It was like they were building up to something. And why was the Brit yelling so loud? She’d been cheering her man on this entire match, but this was different. She was seriously excited, as if something big was about to happen, as if-

She saw Blanco coming down at the last moment, too late to even dream about doing anything to avoid it. All she could do was look up as his elbow came down on her chest, driving into her chest with a pain that she could only compare to getting stabbed. She shrieked and rolled away from the blast zone, flopping to her back and kicking her legs as she gasped, desperate to breathe fresh air.

[Luncha_Libre]

There was a flash of bright lights in Blanco’s eyes, then the rush as he flew toward the mat. Morrigan’s fair, buxom body just waiting for him to come crashing down with Elbow Blanco, the impact hitting hard. Blanco felt like he bounced off of her body with the impact, Morrigan sent gasping and rolling away from him. Blanco rolled up into a seated position, shaking his head.

“Get on her! Cover her! Come on!!” Holly shouted from the outside. The British Bombshell was joined by a chorus of cheering fans from the outside, voices raised in excitement. The elbow dive had felt like a crescendo, their anticipation rising and falling with the luchador’s athletic body and the impact on Morrigan’s body was like a final note.

“Got you now …” Blanco moaned, as he rolled over Morrigan to go for the cover. Blanco gripped her body, rolling her back toward him. Blanco slid her legs up onto his shoulders, not trusting a simple pin to do the job, tonight. Instead, Blanco folded Morrigan up like a wallet, and leaned in to lie across her. Blanco mounted the Irish dominatrix, hands against her thighs, his bulging manhood tucked hard against her ass as he lay on top of her. The referee dove in, sliding next to them to start a pin count.

”ONE!”

”TWO!

[BlackAkuma]

Morrigan groaned as Blanco moved over him, knowing full well what was coming in the back of her head, but not being able to do much about it. That elbow had ran through her system like a lightning bolt, leaving her numbed, easy prey for a pinfall, and she had to make peace with the fact that she had lost when he moved over her body and folded her up.

What she could not make peace with, however, was the bulge currently pressing against her ass. A taunting little tease of what could’ve been, what was supposed to be in her debut. It was enough to spark a fire in her soul, but not enough to make anything of it - there was no stopping the referees hand as it came down.

One.

Twice.

Thrice.

The referee shot up after the final count and the bell rang, making it official - victory belonged to Blanco Sombre, an impressive win to cement his return to LAW. The crowd gave their wholehearted applause, happy to see their hero return in grand form, and Sabine joined them briefly. After a few polite claps, she ascended the stairs, dipped through the ropes and made her way towards her partner, nodding to Blanco as she approached.

”Herr Blanco.” She tipped her hat his way, letting a few of her wild red hairs slip out. ”An excellent effort. Most impressive. Congratulations.”

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco pressed hard into Morrigan’s body, using his full weight to keep her shoulders against the mat. The crowd counted along with the ref and burst into applause when the final count landed. The match had been hard-fought, intense … and now it was over. After the third count, Blanco fell off of Morrigan, rolling away from her as the bell sounded and his victory was announced over the loudspeakers.

At ringside, Holly cheered, bouncing up and down as the fans cheered. Even caught up in celebration, however, Holly kept a wary eye on Sabine as she made her way into the ring. Holly tried to follow along closely, but the combination of her skintight dress and heels didn’t exactly allow her to follow up the ring steps at a fast pace.

“It wasn’t easy …” Blanco admitted, struggling up to his feet as Sabine addressed him. “Couple of times, if she was just a bit faster or if she’d hit a bit harder, that match could have gone the other way.” He nodded respectfully to Sabine, before helping Holly between the ropes to join him.

The crowd cheered as Blanco got his arms raised by Holly and the referee, making his win official. His first win since returning to LAW, Blanco couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief wash over him as his music blared on the loudspeakers. Leaning into Holly, Blanco’s abs were heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Holly took a look at Blanco’s too-tight trunks tenting out, and she started leading him to the ropes. The British Bombshell cast a nervous look over her shoulder to the duo behind them, however, having a bad feeling about whether or not they’d seen the last of these two. For his part, Blanco just let the exhilaration of victory wash over him. The rush of dominating an opponent, the satisfaction of his skills and plans coming together. This was why he did it. And now, even with the adrenaline wearing off and his body feeling the rush of abuse he’d absorbed piling up, Blanco couldn’t wait until the next time he’d step between the ropes and do it all again.

[BlackAkuma]

”Oi!” The Morrigan smacked her fist against the canvas and rose to her feet with a thunderous stomp. ”Where the fuck do you think you’re going, huh?”

Sabine sighed as her partner came charging forward, clearly not willing to let bygones be bygones. Not that she couldn't understand her rage. It wasn’t an auspicious way to make one’s debut, losing decisively against a smaller opponent. While Sabine was confident they could get them on the right track in future engagements, it was an unquestionable setback.

Still, in all things, there was a time and place. This was not the proper one to air such grievances.

The Morrigan moved in, looking for all the world like she was about to restart their match when Sabine shot her arm out and brought her to a halt. Her bigger compatriot could have pushed her aside without much hassle, but she did stop, and the two had a moment to stare each other down. When it passed, she stepped back and relented, folding her arms with a huff. Unsatisfied, yes, but pacified. For now.

”Apologies, my partner is a little overzealous. She hasn’t yet learned how to be gracious in defeat.” She looked back at Morrigan, who merely rolled her eyes and stepped off, before she focused back on the couple. ”I do agree with her on one point, however, in that I would hate for this to be the end of things between us. Your lady love mentioned that you two have tagged on occasion - could I, perhaps, interest you in taking us on?”