Bloody Angels: Zira Caballero vs Angel

[Bare]

Resting against the ropes and looking up at her zippy opponent Zira would lock her eyes on Angel. 'No more.' Zira thought to herself, putting all her focus into keeping track of the white haired woman as she moved. Luckily for Zira the veteran would make it easy for her since she took flight, coming towards her with a cross body. Plenty easy for Zira to keep track of.

Lifting her arms up Zira would cut Angel off by catching her out of the air, shifting the woman in her arms to hold her in a near bridal carry that would almost appear gentle... if not for Zira suddenly lifting the woman higher into the air before dropping down into a knee and bringing her opponent crashing down spine first onto her knee with a brutal back breaker!

[Lunaspark]

Zira had nowhere to go. Leaning against the ropes, she was the perfect target for the quick, wily Latina. Angel couldn't hide her grin as she charged her opponent, leaping off her feet and into the air and...

And...

The look of surprise on her face said it all. She hadn't been expecting Zira to catch her, to simply pluck her out of the air like she was nothing, and she certainly wasn't expecting what was happening next. She had no time to react, no time to stop Zira, as the bigger woman dropped down, slamming the returning vet down over her leg.

Crack.

The sound of spine-upon-knee echoed away from the ring, Angel's eyes growing wide as her body crashed down over Zira's thick lower limb. She slid off after she was nailed by the backbreaker, landing on her side upon the mat. One hand reached around, grabbing at her pain, her mouth opening wide to let out a loud gasp.

She couldn't remember the last time she had been struck by a backbreaker that powerful before; hell, she didn't think she had ever experienced one like that, and now? Now she was laying at Zira's feet, a perfect sitting duck for whatever her foe had in mind next...

[Bare]

Just like that the zooming nuisance that was Angel was stopped dead in her tracks. Brought down upon her knee with a thunderous impact that left the veteran crumpled up at her feet, holding her back and moaning in pain causing Zira to smirk sadistically. "All that speed can't do much when you can't take a hit now huh?" Zira asked teasingly as she bent down and grabbed a fistful of Angel's hair, yanking her up and pulling the the woman to a standing position.

"Don't worry I'll help you go fast again!" Zira called as she turned and Irish whipped Angel towards a corner to have the woman crash back first into it! Once done successfully Zira would take a few steps back before dashing forward, showing off some of her own speed as she leapt up, swinging her knee forward as she did so to absolutely drill her knee directly into Angel's stomach for a massive running knee!

[Lunaspark]

The backbreaker was devastating. The woman who, in another life and in another place, had been a champion, THE champion, was hurting and lying helplessly at Zira's feet. Pain was coursing through her spine, leaving her unable to defend herself, unable to stop the bigger, and apparently meaner woman as she snatched Angel by her short hair, forcing her up to her feet.

And then came the whip.

Angel went shooting across the ring, slamming into a corner, letting out a shriek as her spine met the turnbuckles. She began to writhe, trying to take her focus off the pain, only to look up just in time to see Zira charging toward her. Her big blue eyes grew wide, staring like a deer in the headlights, unable to protect herself as Zira rushed toward her.

Knee met gut, a brutal blow to Angel's solid and smooth abs. She jerked forward as the knee buried itself in her stomach, air forced from her lungs as she leaned toward Zira, gasping for air as she leaned against the woman, panting against her as she tried to find her bearings and figure out how to stop this monster of a wrestler.

[Bare]

Zira watched with almost sadistic pleasure as all the air in Angel's body seemed to leave her after Zira's knee drove itself into the woman's abs, nearly crushing them with a single blow and causing the veteran to near collapse completely onto her! Smirking at this as she returned her leg to its position on the mat Zira would look down at her foe's body before reaching to wrap her arms around the woman's body, holding Angel against Ziras' own muscular form as she began walking away, leading her opponent away from the corner.

"Aw poor returning champ... are things not going the way you want them too?" Zira asked in a hushed whisper with a very patronizing tone, as if talking to a child in her arms, even softly pressing her lips against Angel's forehead while her hands slowly lifted up to grab onto the shoulders of Angel's jacket. "I'm sorry parjito/little bird, but it's only going to get worse from here." Zira growled out softly as she then violently pulled down Angel's jacket, stripping the woman of it and tossing it to the side.

As she did so Zira would step backwards, rearing her arm back as if to punch Angel! Only to instead open her hand and bring it down hard across the more experienced woman's face with a massive, disrespectful slap to the face! After connecting it and expecting Angel to fall down Zira would make sure that the woman was rolled over onto her stomach before moving to drop down onto the woman's back.

Reaching forward and grabbing Angel's own white hair and giving a harsh yank upwards Zira would then wrap her arm around Angel's chin, pulling her further back, as much as possible for a demented, one armed variation of a camel clutch almost akin to a dragon sleeper if not for Zira specifically being sure to keep her arm around the woman's chin specifically aiming to expose as much of Angel's chest to the crowd as possible! Especially as Zira used her now free hand to start bringing hard chops across Angel's chest, making the woman's breast bounce and jiggle nicely much to the crowd's delight!

[Lunaspark]

Angel slumped against Zira, in a slight daze as the bigger and seemingly badder woman lifted her up, carrying her away from the corner as if she was nothing. She couldn't remember the last time she was womanhandled like this (if ever!), and after that singular, brutal knee to the belly it felt like there was nothing she could do to stop Zira at the moment.

The one-time champ offered no resistance as her jacket was ripped from her body, leaving her in just her darkened blue top beneath, barely holding her large, soft chest in place. She staggered on her feet as Zira put her down, trying to catch her balance, trying to get her head back in the fucking game, when...

Like a crack of thunder, Zira's palm met Angel's face, the sheer strength behind it sending Angel spinning away from Zira before the Latina dropped to the mat. She hit with a loud thud, facefirst upon her tummy, lying there for just a moment before trying to push up to her hands and knees.

But Zira was there, dropping down onto her, leaving her pinned against the mat. Angel tried to push up, she tried to will herself to move, but her world was clouded, her mind in a panic as she felt the burning of her scalp as Zira snatched her by the hair.

"Nng! NNMGH!" She wailed, as Zira bent her back, sliding the arm around to trap Angel within her submission, and soon enough the Latina was trapped, body bent backwards into the brutal camel clutch variant. Almost instantly, Angel's hands came up, grabbing at Zira's arm, prying and pulling to try and loosen herself, but again, Zira was ahead of her. Chop after chop after chop landed upon her generous bust, setting her ample bosom to shaking and jiggling, each hit forcing a cry of pain past Angel's lips as Zira hammered her, pounding her again and again as the crowd roared around them!

[Bare]

Zira smirked widely as she brought her hand down repeatedly against Angel's chest as if she were beating a drum in a band and she wasn't about to let up any time soon. Still she could only handle so much of the same old same old for so long.

As such once Angel's chest was good and red she'd let go of the woman and shove her down to the mat rather roughly before reaching behind her, aiming to grab Angel's legs and pull them up under her arms.

As she did so then Zira would reach forward to grab Angel's wrists and pull them upwards. As she did so Zira would then get her feet under her and stand up, allowing Angel to hang. As she did so Zira would lean back and forth, causing Angel to swing back and forth with a pendulum swing submission!

Spoiler

[Lunaspark]

Never.

The answer to Angel's earlier thought was never. Never in her career had she been womanhandled like this before. Not against the sumo, not against the criminal, not against the psycho. Never before had she been treated this way, like a piece of meat being softened up by a butcher. Her chest had turned a deep bruised red, her entire upper body was aching, sore in a way that she it had never been before...

And yet, the worst was still to come.

She couldn't stop the bigger Zira as the woman snatched her by her long, world-famous legs, tucking them neatly beneath her arms. She couldn't stop her as Zira grabbed her by the wrists, using them to peel the former champion off of the mat, lifting her up into the air. She was powerless, helpless as Zira bend her into the pendulum hold, starting to leeean back, stretching her body as she swung the Latina back and forth, back and forth again.

All she could do was howl. Wail. Whine in an agonized voice. She couldn't do a single goddamn thing to stop Zira, but even as the referee knelt in front of her, asking for her submission, Angel was defiant, shaking her head back and forth, refusing to give in, refusing to give up yet despite every nerve in her body screaming at her to submit.

[Bare]

Zira smirked softly hearing the tortured cries of her opponent and savoring every last syllable of the screams, wanting to enjoy this moment of dominating a legend for all it was worth. After another minute or so however Zira would let go of Angel's wrists and let the woman fall face down to the mat.

Reaching down after doing so Zira would aim to grab hold of the back of Angel's trunk, tugging up harshly to pull the woman's hips up before wrapping her other arm around Angel's chest, aiming to pull up and lift the woman up to her feet before pulling her close against Zira's chest!

If successful the dominant woman would smirk softly as her arm lowered to wrap around Angel's midsection, holding her by the stomach while other hand grabbed Angel by the face, smushing Angel's features up as Zira forced her to look at the crowd while leaning in till her lips were at Angel's ears. "Mhmmm look at this the crowd is loving this. Every moment of you're destruction.

Every ounce of pain, every scream, the crowd is eating up. In a way you should be thanking me, I'm making you're return quite the memorable one." Zira whispered directly into Angel's ear before biting her ear lobe and in the same moment her hand that was over Angel's stomach would suddenly dig all five fingers into Angel's belly, pushing down and inwards, applying a brutal iron claw hold right over Angel's abs!

[Lunaspark]

Angel hit the mat with a soft thud as Zira released her, another momentary respite from the woman's unrelenting, unapologetic assault upon the former champion. She couldn't move, couldn't find the energy to try and get back in the fight. Her entire body hurt, it ached, it burned with the pain of defeat, but even then...

She couldn't give in. She wouldn't.

She inhaled sharply, trying to focus, starting to push up to her hands and knees...but again, Zira was right there, giving Angel barely seconds to try and get back in the game.

Powerful hands grabbed the Latina's body, hoisting Angel back up to her feet, a soft gurk sound escaping her lips as she was forced to stand, a sound followed by a quiet gasp as the bigger woman drew her in close. A blush began to creep across her face, as Zira reached around, grabbing her face, taunting her all the while.

"Nng...I'm not d-done yet, chica..." came Angel's voice, forced words that made her exhaustion obvious to the ear. She opened her lips to say more, but her next words were twisted into a sharp cry, a wail, as Zira's hand clutched her tummy, fingertips digging into her smooth abs as Zira locked in her iron claw!

She writhed against the bigger woman, squirming back against her. Her own hands jumped to Zira's wrist, a pathetic attempt at pulling her arm away, at freeing herself, but...the strength wasn't there, the energy had been sapped. All she could do was pull and tug in vain, groaning and moaning as Zira tortured and twisted her midsection!