A Southern Welcome: Eva Quetzali vs Maybelle Tendersweet (Double Debut)

[KetZal]

She could have pulled it off. Eva could have actually done it if she hadn't hesitated earlier. But that moment of doubt and concern bought Maybelle the precious seconds she needed to snap out of it as she grounded herself. "Oh no..."

It's all she could say right before the cowgirl countered with a teasing wiggle of her hips, and a butt slam into Eva's unprepared stomach. "ACK!" The girl was stunned, spittle coming out of her mouth. She would have fallen to one knee if it weren't for the Oklahoma native following up.

"GAAGH!!" She cried out as she was lifted up and came crashing down head and neck first over her opponent, her legs flopping down to either side of her. The only reason she hadn't fallen over yet was because Maybelle still held her as of right now. But the moment she did let go, Eva would slump over face down, breathing heavily as she shook the cobwebs from her head and slowly willed herself back up.

[SweetHeart]

The smaller wrestler slumped face-down like a sack of potatoes, groaning into the canvas as her chest heaved and limbs twitched. Maybelle pushed up to her feet with a grin, brushing a bit of carrot top hair out of her face gave her freckle-speckled, double-wide backside a little smack, lettin’ it jiggle for the crowd. “Whew... “Heh... reckon Ah might’a gone a lil’ hard on that there throw.” she chuckled, shaking out her arms with a casual stretch like this was just another barnyard chore.

With a firm hand, she reached down and grabbed a fistful of Eva’s gear, hauling the poor gal upright again. “C’mon now, can’t be takin’ naps just yet,” she teased sweetly, marchin’ her across the ring. With a grunt, she tossed the poor gal right into the corner, where Eva hit the turnbuckles with a solid whump.

Maybelle ambled in after her, nice ‘n easy, and raised one thick arm high for the crowd before CRACK—her hand lit up Eva’s chest with a vicious knife-edge chop. Then—CRACK! Another stingin’ chop to the chest, her palm leavin’ a bright red print right over Eva’s heart. After this, she then took a step back, grabbed Eva by the wrist, and whipped her across the ring and breaking the rule of three, instead of smacking her chest again she looked to make her go crashing into the opposing corner, chest first, and Maybelle didn’t waste a second. She hit the ropes herself, her boots thuddin’ heavy across the mat, and came barrelin’ forward like a runaway tractor, hollerin’—

“LOOK OUT, SUGAR!”

—before she looked to slam that broad, powerful shoulder right into Eva’s chest with a massive running shoulder block that made the ring shake! If it worked, she'd hop back to her feet, her freckled hips bounced, crowd popped, and Maybelle stood tall, chest puffed out with a big ol’ grin, yellin’ loud enough for everyone to hear:

“Y’ALL ENJOYIN’ THE SHOW?!?”

[KetZal]

Maybelle sped up the process and pulled Eva up, and the smaller girl was in for a world of pain. She couldn't do much as she was dragged over and then tossed onto the ropes. Eva was able to clear her head, but was still a little groggy, so all she could do is wince and prepare herself as that thick arm came whipping down across her chest.

"AAGH! GAAAGH!!!" The chops stung hard against her chest, but they were waking her up. Her plan was to bite down the pain of the third chop and figure out a way to counter from there, but it never came. Her eyes widened as she felt the cowgirl grab her by the wrist and whip her to the opposite corner!

No time to turn or stop, Eva crashed into that turnbuckle head on and slumped there for a second. At the very least this could make it easier to counter or dodge the next attack. Something that came sooner than later. She could feel Maybelle's boots thudding against the mat. If she didn't act fast she was about to become pancaked flat by the bulldozer woman.

So... Eva acted.

As soon as she heard the big gal hollerin' to "LOOK OUT, SUGAR!" the luchadora dove out of the way and left the cowgirl to crash into the solid turnbuckle! Getting back up, Eva would make sure to give herself a few slaps as she looked to Maybelle and survey what to do next.

[SweetHeart]

Maybelle barreled forward with all the grace of a freight train on a downhill slope, shoulder lowered and hollerin’ loud enough to rattle the lights above. “LOOK OUT, SUGAR!!”

But all thinks conisdered she likely wouldn't have said anything if she knew Eva was able to get out of the way as fast as she did, as Eva ducked outta that corner just in time, and Maybelle realized it half a heartbeat too late—her boots skidded, her eyes went wide, and BAM! she slammed shoulder-first into the top turnbuckle with a sick thud, the entire corner shaking from the impact!

“GHRN—!” Maybelle let out a choked grunt, her big body bouncing back from the impact as she stumbled a few steps backward, clutchin’ her shoulder tight. Her freckled face twisted in pain, teeth grit as she gave that bruised arm a shake. “Dagnabbit... hit that like a damn brick wall,” she muttered under her breath, the pain knockin’ a bit of the air outta her. Still, even reelin’ like she was, the cowgirl turned herself around quick—spinnin’ on one boot, chest puffed out, stubborn fire still flickerin’ in her eyes. Her other arm hung low for a second, tryin’ to shake out the sting as she looked to face Eva again with a grimace.

[KetZal]

Eva just managed to duck out of the way in time, grabbing the ropes so she wouldn't fall to the ground, for the cowgirl to slam shoulder first into that top turnbuckle.

"... thanks for the warning." Eva would mutter to herself as she got back up, slapping her face awake a couple times as she checked on her opponent. Honestly, she looked a little worse for wear considering how early things were. Not that Eva wasn't looking the same, but she just went through some hits.

Eva didn't waste time, jumping on the ropes to bounce off and crash into the bigger girl with a crossbody splash, knocking her down on her back. She wasn't sure if Maybelle was feeling as much damage as she was, so Eva wasn't going to stop there. Jumping back to her feet, the latina rushed to the opposite corner, lined up her sight, and put those early years in gymnastics to use!

"HUP!" Taking a running start, Eva would dive for a front flip, turning around half way and launching into a backflip, to finally land on her knees on Maybelle's tummy!

[SweetHeart]

Maybelle wouldn’t exactly want to agree to the thanks she got for her warning, but she didn’t exactly have time to think about that as just as she started to recover the luchadora bounced off the ropes knocking her back down with a big flying crossbody!

However just as the country girl looked to try and get up, Eva dropped her knees into her gut after a fancy flip. She’d cough after the knees squished her tummy, rolling over and clutching her stomach, stunned after the combo of flying moves from Eva!

[KetZal]

"Que paso vaquera? Were you expecting less of a fight?" Eva gave some light teasing as she got back up. She would pull Maybelle up with her to then toss her into the corner.

But why stop there? When the cowgirl Hit the corner, hanging her arms off the top ropes, the luchadora would play up to the crowd, pulling up her tight shorts so everyone could get a good look at the bakery she has down there. After giving herself a jiggling slap on her rear, Eva took to the races and was on her opponent in seconds, jumping up at the last second with a spin so that Maybelle could get intimately close and familiar with her ASSets

[SweetHeart]

Maybelle was still tryin’ to work the ache outta her shoulder and stomach when Eva grabbed hold of her and whipped her clean across the ring.“W-Whoa—!” the cowgirl blurted, boots stompin’ as she was hurled into the corner. Her back smacked against the turnbuckles with a hearty thud, and her arms instinctively draped over the top ropes, hangin’ there like laundry on a line. She didn’t even have time to get her bearings before the sound of the crowd shifted—cheers, whistles, and hollers rang out as Eva worked ‘em up with a flashy display, hoisting her shorts higher and giving her peach a few cheeky slaps, giving her latin buns a smack. “Wh—huh?” Maybelle blinked, still woozy, only to get a full view of Eva charging in, ass-first.

WHAM!!

The impact of that running hip attack knocked the wind right outta her lungs. Maybelle let out a wheezy “Uhhhnnnn—!” as Eva's firm, jiggling rear smashed into her stomach and chest, squashing the country gal like a fly on a windshield. The ropes shivered from the force as Maybelle’s legs buckled, and with a heavy thump, she slumped down into a seated position against the bottom turnbuckle. Her big, freckled thighs spread out in front of her, arms drooping over the middle ropes as her head lolled back, eyes fluttering in a daze.

[KetZal]

Eva was actually proud with how things were turning about. Maybelle could have her beat in size and raw strength, but the latina was able to jump back from it faster, and was still pretty strong herself. So after she buried the cowgirl in a sudden impact of Mexican cheeks against the chest (although she was hoping to aim for the head), Eva immediately cheered on with the crowd, who was loving the display! It was only for a moment, before she turned back to admire her handiwork.

Honestly? Seeing Maybelle out of breath, slumped on her butt in the corner, arms barely clinging to the ropes, and just dazed out of her mind... Eva went up to her and knelt down, giving her a couple gentle slaps on the face.

"Oye, despierta." She said. "That's a cute look on you, but we're not done yet."

Eva would get back up and turn around, so she was standing with her backside to Maybelle. The crowd was going wild, already getting an idea of what might come next. They were clamoring and begging for that sexy action! "Well buckle up and pucker up sugah! You're about to go for a ride." Eva said in her best southern accent, and then she started doing the splits, slowly spreading her legs until her butt was at face level with the currently out of it cowgirl.

If Maybelle was confused, she barely had time to vocalize it, because Eva bent forward, thrusting her ass back into her opponent's face and grabbing onto her legs for support, and to make sure she didn't kick her. A humiliating display, your opponent striking a jack'o pose while burying your face in their ass, it was a special move that Eva had came up with, and LAW was seeing for the very first time:

The ASStec Ritual!!!

[SweetHeart]

The crowd was already riled up from Eva's wild momentum shift, and the energy only got hotter as the luchadora soaked in the cheers and crouched before the slumped cowgirl. Maybelle, arms hanging limp over the middle ropes, eyes still glazed, barely registered the light slaps against her flushed cheeks. Maybelle’s freckled cheeks puffed with a slow exhale as her foggy gaze tried to focus. But Eva wasn’t waiting. She stood up, turned around, and began to slowly lower herself, her tight, jiggling backside on full display. The crowd roared in anticipation as the luchadora slid into a deep split—her thighs flexing, her cheeks parting just enough to show the strain of the pose, until that thick, bouncing rear hovered right in front of Maybelle’s dazed face.

Maybelle’s arms twitched as Eva began her slow, theatrical descent, the luchadora’s thick cheeks looming dangerously close. The cowgirl blinked hard, trying to clear the fog in her head—only to suddenly realize exactly what was about to happen.

“W-whoa now... h-hold on a sec there, sugar—wait just a durn minute—”
WHUMP.

That was the only sound Maybelle heard as her whole world became ass. The crowd screamed in disbelief and delight as Eva shoved her thick cheeks deep into Maybelle’s face, grabbing the cowgirl’s thighs to keep her steady and trapped. “Mmmf! Wai—time out—MMMPPPPPHH!!” came another muffled squeal from the corner. The girl was totaly trapped in the smother, trying to shake her head but instead she just nuzzled the girl's backside as the luchadora went for a very showy, crowd pleasing stinkface! Maybelle gripping her wide hips with her hands, but she could do nothing as her opponent rode her face, completely smothering Claire with her massive rear end, all while the cowgirl fought to keep her wits about her. “Mmmmhh!! MMMMM—!” the country gal groaned into the smother, face beet red under the pressure and humiliation. She clawed lightly at Eva’s hips, but her fingers quickly lost strength, drooping to her sides as her resistance melted away. Her vision dimmed. Her ears were full of the crowd's deafening roars. And her freckled, sun-kissed cheeks grew even redder than before as Eva bounced a little—grinding in that jack-o squat, and by the time Eva let up, Maybelle was left completely stunned, slouched even further into the corner with her head tilted back, mouth slightly open, blinking slowly in utter disbelief. Her chest rose and fell in heavy gasps, lips glossy from the contact, and her whole face glistened with a sweat, the price of getting too familiar with the ASStec Ritual.