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

[KetZal]

Giving the people the show that they came to see, Eva took her time as she smothered her opponent. She made sure to press down on those thick thighs with her arms, gripping onto the legs. But there wasn't much need for it anyway. Maybelle's throes and struggles were short lived. Her clawing soon became soft pawing, her head shakes felt more like she was nuzzling into Eva's pillowy cheeks, resigning herself to her fate. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't getting a kick out of it a little bit, and Eva would shake her rear a bit even, bouncing those hips with each muffled cry. Eva was enjoying this just as much as the crowd was, but things still had to end sooner or later.

Peeling herself off of the bigger gal, Eva turned back and got a good look at Maybelle again. If the cowgirl wasn't done for before, she sure looked like she was now. Heaving chest with heavy gasps, glossy lips, face coated in sweat. The girl wasn't even trying to keep herself up.

Playing up to the crowd with sex appeal, and also because she felt like Maybelle earned it, the latina luchadora crouched down, getting on all fours as she crawled up to the cowgirl. Their faces centimeters apart, and a seductively predatory look in her eyes, Eva would cup her face in her hand, and gently pull her in, as she herself leaned forward, and stole a gentle kiss from her that lasted about 2 seconds. "A thank you for the fight. But I think it's time we put you to bed." She gave her this flirtatious wink before pulling her up to her feet, and setting her up for another move.

Once Maybelle was on her feet, Eva would lean her back, so that she was bent over and facing up, right before putting her head between her thighs. What was she planning?

[SweetHeart]

Maybelle was barely upright, slumped in the corner like a ragdoll. Her stetson had long been tossed aside, and her bangs stuck to her sweat-slicked forehead. Her cheeks were redder than a sunburnt steer, eyes fluttering and unfocused. The once-proud powerhouse was reduced to a breathless, blushing mess, her lips parted in soft, dazed pants. “Uuuhh… wh-where’m I…?” she murmured dreamily, head lolling slightly. Her legs gave a little wobble, barely keeping her seated. She was too stunned to notice the sultry crawl of Eva as the luchadora slinked her way across the ring on all fours, hips swaying, eyes locked on her prey. By the time Eva got face-to-face, Maybelle could only blink at her, dizzy and overwhelmed.

“W-wait now, sugar, what’re you—wha—” she stammered, eyes wide as Eva cupped her cheek so gently, thumb brushing along her flushed skin.

The kiss came before she could finish her sentence. “Mmmp—!?” her squeak melted into a long sigh, eyelids fluttering as Eva pressed in, her lips lingering with surprising tenderness. Maybelle didn’t resist. Her arms hung limp at her sides, body too far gone to even lift them in protest. All she could do was sit there in a spinny haze, lips tingling, head swimming. When Eva pulled away, Maybelle let out a tiny, dreamy hiccup.

With a flirtatious wink and a knowing smile, Eva rose and took Maybelle by the arms, gently but firmly guiding her back up. The cowgirl stumbled to her feet like a newborn foal, swaying as Eva leaned her back—bent over and vulnerable, her glazed eyes blinking up from an upside-down angle as her opponent’s powerful thighs clamped around her head.

“W-whoa there... now hang on just a—oh nooo…” Maybelle whined, her voice going squeaky, fully realizing her position—but far too out of it to stop what was coming next.

[KetZal]

With one last kiss blown to the crowd, Eva would pull Maybelle up as she leapt into the air! Only to come crashing down with a thunderous reverse pedigree that shook the whole ring! Even the ref, who up until now was but a passive witness to all of this, was shocked by the move. A move that Eva lovingly named The Fifth Sun.

This had to be it. Maybelle should be done for now. Hopefully at least. The longer she prolonged the match, the more Eva was risking for things to turn around and for her to be bulldozed again like before. So, with the cowgirl trapped under her in a face sit, the Aztec luchadora reached for her leg and pulled it up for the pin.

It took the ref half a second to process it, but once they did they dove down to start counting the pin.

"ONE!"

[SweetHeart]

With one last kiss blown to the crowd, Eva leapt into the air, slamming her down hard with a thunderous reverse pedigree—The Fifth Sun! The impact shook the ring, Maybelle’s body bouncing once before going limp under Eva, who confidently settled into a full facesit pin. She would smuggly hook her leg, as the ref dove down quickly to count.

“ONE!”

But before the crowd could even shout “TWO,” Maybelle roared to life!

“HAH!” she shouted, eyes snapping wide open beneath Eva’s cheeks. With a sudden surge of power, her arms locked tight around the luchadora’s waist—gripping her like a vice! She yanked her forward with her thigh, before sitting up “Y’all thought Ah was done?” Maybelle smuggly teased “Sugar, it’s gonna take a helluva lot more’n some pretty squishy buns in mah face to finish this cowgirl!” She teased, giving Eva's butt a resounding SMACK! Still dazed, still bruised—but fired up and ornery—Maybelle popped her hips, hoisting Eva high into the air with shocking strength, standing up with her grip on the girl still tight as ever, before spinning around and tossing her into the air, catching her on the way down with a big ole powerslam!

Spoiler

The crowd exploded at the sudden reversal, the ring rattling beneath the impact as Eva bounced off the mat with a gasp. Maybelle dropped to one knee beside her, panting hard, her face still pink from the earlier smother—but now grinning, fierce and untamed. “Let’s dance!”

[KetZal]

Eva's eyes widened in shock. It all happened so fast! One moment, she was sitting on a throne, waiting for that bell to ring as her opponent lay beneath her, surely down for the count. The next, she was hanging upside down, Maybelle having caught a second wind and even smacking her ass, which elicited a sudden yelp from the smaller latina.

But the worst was yet to come. The moment she felt the cowgirl's hips pop, Eva was already calling out for mercy out of instinct."No! Stop! Wai- AACK!!!" Eva came crashing down with that vicious powerslam from up high. Her poor small frame bouncing up a fair 2 inches off the mat before coming down again, turned to her side as she reached for her back to soothe the pain.

She was lucky that she had worn down Maybelle earlier, because the cowgirl didn't follow up on the slam immediately. Instead she dropped to one knee in exhaustion, buying Eva some time to fight her way back up slowly.

First gotta get on your stomach... ok good. Now try lifting yourself up on your arms and knees Eva... ok now get up on one knee. Just a bit more...

[SweetHeart]

Having slammed her nice and good, Maybelle watched as Eva made her way back up, shaking her own cobwebs, before then smacking her thigh, getting the crowd clapping as she would quickly backpedal into the ropes, looking to meet the luchadora just as she got up, running towards her and hitting a massive running crossbody, looking to pay her back for that smothering with a quick splash!

Spoiler

Maybelle stayed crouched beside the wreckage she’d just made, one knee on the mat and her chest rising and falling with every breath. “Well I’ll be… Look atcha,” she drawled softly, voice thick with southern sugar and amusement. “Like a little ol’ pancake waitin’ for syrup.” She stood up tall with a little sway in her hips, popping her knuckles and rolling her shoulders with a satisfied sigh. She took a long, exaggerated stretch—arms above her head, back arching with a dramatic moan—before giving her cheeks a playful slap. Confidence radiated off her as she suddenly followed up the crossbody with a yell “Time to flatten this lil’ tortilla!”

With that, the cowgirl hit the ropes—her thighs tense, chest bouncing with the momentum as she came barreling back across the ring like a runaway bull. Her orange hair whipped behind her as she picked up speed, the rhythmic pounding of her boots echoing in the arena.

Just a few feet from her target, Maybelle jumped over her, before boucing on the ropes, and on her return, she LEAPED into the air with powerful grace, having a moment of weightless air-time before gravity came calling.

Then—WHAM!

She came crashing down with a thunderous splash, all of that thick, curvy frame slamming down with devastating force. The impact rattled the ring, the ropes shaking as her full body landed with purpose. She lay there a moment, her chest flush against her target, cheek resting lazily on the mat as one leg kicked up behind her in a playful flutter. Maybelle let out a slow, satisfied hum, shifting slightly so she was more comfortably sprawled out atop her opponent.

Spoiler

[KetZal]

Ok, you're almost there Eva. Back on your feet, all you have to do is bring the fight back to that big burly cowgir- where is she? Oh. She's running right for you... Shit.

Eva had no time to react. She fell and ragdolled onto the mat while Maybelle taunted her and got up, getting ready for more. Hell, the cowgirl even exaggerated her stretching! Still, Eva refused to give up just yet. She tried to summon the strength to get back up. But she was only able to turn herself over before Maybelle was on her again.

This time, the big gal didn't wait for her to get up, instead bouncing off the ropes and SWAN DIVING into the air and slamming down on Eva's back, eliciting a painful groan from the luchadora while Maybelle comfortably posed on top of her.

[SweetHeart]

Maybelle let out a hearty chuckle, her big frame comfortably sprawled atop the smaller luchadora like a satisfied lioness draped across her prey. She gave a teasing little wiggle of her hips, grinding just enough for discomfort and dominance before letting her hand casually pat Eva’s side like she was checking on a Thanksgiving turkey. Another chuckle bubbled up from her throat as she slowly pushed herself up. Reaching down, Maybelle grabbed two handfuls of spandex and slowly hauled Eva up to her feet. With a grunt of effort, Maybelle spun and whipped Eva across the ring with a loud THWAP! as her back crashed into the corner turnbuckles.

“Git ready, sugar~!”

BOOM!

Maybelle slammed into Eva with a powerful hip attack, her thick backside smashing into the luchadora’s midsection with full force. The ropes shuddered from the impact, and Eva let out a sharp, breathless grunt as the wind was once again knocked clean from her lungs. “Let’s get ya nice ‘n cozy…” With a smirk and a glint in her eye, Maybelle stayed pressed up against her opponent, rotating her wide hips in a slow, taunting grind into Eva’s stomach. She made a little show of it—hands on her knees, ass rocking in slow circles—her expression one of pure, mocking glee. After a few seconds of humiliating dominance, she stepped back just slightly—but only to pivot sharply on her heel and spin around, raising one heavy arm high over her head.

CRACK!

A stiff, echoing chop lit up the arena as her hand connected hard with Eva’s chest, the sound ringing out like a gunshot. The impact sent a violent shudder through the smaller woman’s body—looking to make her legs finally gave out beneath her. If Eva dropped into a seated position in the corner with a thud, Maybelle, looming above her, gave her stinging palm a little shake and smirked wide. “Whew! That one really stung eh! Y’still breathin’ down there, sweet pea?" She asked pressing her boot into her chest

[KetZal]

There was nothing that Eva could do other than ride it out and brace for pain, hoping that it would end soon, that she would get another chance to turn things around.

But it didn't look like that was happening any time soon. She hit the turnbuckles with a thud, but that was the least of her worries. No time to get her bearings as Maybelle came running like freight train and smashed her hips into poor Eva's stomach. That would have been enough to send her back down on the mat, but then the cowgirl chose to have some fun and rubbed her booty all over Eva's abs, grinding up on her with enjoyment written all over her face. Surely, that had to be it. Right?

Wrong.

Eva was just barely able to notice the arm raised overhead just in time to grip tightly on the ropes and brace for it. "GAAAAAGH!!!!" But nothing could prepare her for that chop, to stop the scream of agony as her knuckles turned white to just hold on and not fall. And by a force of will she stayed up. If Maybelle still asked her question, Eva looked up at her, a tired yet determined smile on her face as she fixed her balance, still holding onto the top ropes. With a ragged breath, she would answer, "I'm still kicking... I won't let it end like this for my debut..."

[SweetHeart]

Maybelle cocked her head at Eva’s response, brows raising as that ragged, but stubborn voice came through. Maybelle blinked, then let out a low whistle. “Well shucks~, I wouldn’t want you goin’ easy on me by any means,” she cooed, giving a playful tip of her head, her voice as honeyed as it was dangerous. “A debut’s gotta be memorable, sugar. Let’s give ‘em somethin’ to remember~.”

With a wink to the crowd, the cowgirl strutted back across the ring, hands on her hips, swaying them with exaggerated sass. Then much like Eva, she gave her tights a nice big YANK, exposing them freckled buns! Then, in a sudden burst of motion, Maybelle turned on her heel and charged back toward the corner, picking up speed before springing forward— And with a surprising show of agility for her size, she leapt up, grabbed the top ropes, and flipped herself into a handstand on the top turnbuckle! The crowd exploded, surprised and hyped by the display. Holding herself up just long enough for everyone to drink it in, Maybelle’s legs kicked high then dropped-

WHAM!

Her thick hips came crashing down across Eva’s chest and shoulders in a devastating hip drop bronco buster. The ropes groaned, and Eva’s body was buried under the full weight of the cowgirl’s powerful frame. But Maybelle wasn’t done. Oh no, not yet. “Oh, I remember how ya tried ta make me scrub mah tounge on your buns earlier, little miss~,” she teased with a glint in her eye and a devilish smile curling at her lips. “Reckon it’s only fair I return the favor~”

With a slow, taunting pivot, Maybelle turned around and lowered her massive backside onto Eva’s face—pressing her into the corner with a humiliating, slow stinkface. Maybelle rolled her hips and bounced, mimicking the rhythm of a bucking bull ride. One hand gripped the top rope for support, while the other reached back and patted her own booty proudly, clearly enjoying herself. “Yeehaw! Hope y’all brought a saddle, ‘cause I’m ridin’ rough tonight!” she laughed, bouncing again with a particularly deep grind, drawing out a muffled noise from her squashed opponent beneath her. “Ain’t no better revenge than sittin’ pretty, am I right?”