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

[KetZal]

And for a moment, just a moment... the air stood still in that arena. The anticipation hung, the tension thickened.

Eva was mainly waiting to see if Maybelle could see just how tired she was and try and tackle her out the ring. She was being cautious, she was preparing to dodge her. But it didn't come to pass at all. Instead, the cowgirl was running on fumes too, and she got up to her feet before locking eyes with Eva. The crowd went wild, they were expecting Eva to do something. Maybelle Tendersweet was RIGHT THERE! A sitting duck!!

So she obliged. Eva prayed that this risk would pay off, as she launched herself up, bouncing off the ropes and flipping in the air to land perfectly sat on Maybelle's shoulders, her head between her thighs before pulling back to complete the move: DRAGONRANA!!!

[SweetHeart]

Maybelle's boots barely held steady beneath her. Her chest heaved. Her ribs burned. She swayed just slightly as she locked eyes with Eva—and in that fleeting instant, her freckled face twitched with something between confusion and awe. And by the time she realized what Eva was setting up for, it was already too late. The luchadora took flight, her body a blur of color and motion. She launched herself from the ropes like a cannonball with wings, flipping through the air with perfect precision. The crowd held its breath as Eva soared—and Maybelle’s world suddenly shrank to the feeling of two thighs snapping around her head.

“W-Whoa—!” she gasped, arms flailing as Eva’s momentum yanked her forward.

And then—WHAM!

The Dragonrana hit home, Eva twisting mid-air to rip Maybelle forward and down with a breathtaking snap. The cowgirl’s wide eyes went skyward just before her back crashed into the canvas, ringboards trembling beneath her weight. Her legs popped up from the sheer force of the impact—Maybelle’s body jerked once, reflexively. Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth parted, and her arms sprawled out helplessly. She didn’t know where she was for a second. All she knew was stars… lights… and the roaring chant of the crowd echoing like thunder in her skull.

[KetZal]

Not her best dragonrana, Eva almost botched the landing when she nearly fell off from on top of Maybelle's face. Worst of all, she didn't even go for the pin right away. That's how beaten and tired she felt right now. She was sluggish, both physically and mentally.

But, she did still reach back and grabbed the cowgirl's legs, lifting them up behind her as she went for the pin, and looked down at Maybelle's cute face. This had to be it. Right?

"ONE!"

Although, even if it wasn't... Eva might have one last card up her sleeve.

[SweetHeart]

The Dragonrana hit home, Eva twisting mid-air to rip Maybelle forward and down with a breathtaking snap. The cowgirl’s wide eyes went skyward just before her back crashed into the canvas, ringboards trembling beneath her weight. Her legs popped up from the sheer force of the impact—only for Eva to hook them tight, sitting high on her chest in the classic rana pin.
“ONE!”

Eva leaned back, hooking Maybelle’s thick legs tight, her entire weight pressed down over the cowgirl’s chest as the referee slapped the mat.

“TWO!”

KICKOUT!!

The ring exploded as Maybelle jerked her shoulder up with a ragged cry, her body twisting just enough to break the pin. Even with the kick out Maybelle, for her part, was a wreck. Her chest heaved like she’d run a marathon in boots. One arm flopped over her stomach while the other weakly reached for the ropes, her body bathed in sweat. Her freckles were flushed red across her cheeks, and her lips mouthed something inaudible as she blinked up at the lights—like she was trying to figure out what the hell just hit her.

But she was still in it.

Barely.

[KetZal]

Eva squashed her Goliath, Maybelle, with a decently executed dragonrana, feeling her body go slack, and went for the pin.

It didn't show on her exhausted face, but Eva was hopeful that this would be it. A hope that was snuffed out when Maybelle kicked out and tossed her off in the process. There were mixed emotions going around on Eva's face. Frustration being one of the big ones. As she got up to her feet, Eva would pull off her mask like it was getting in her way and she let it fall to the mat.

Seeing the cowgirl reaching for the ropes, Eva would walk over and stomp on her abs to weaken her just a bit more. She followed that up by dragging her to the center, and flipping her over onto her back.

Afterwards, the latina dropped down onto all fours, and snaked her thighs around the Oklahoman's head. She began crushing her windpipe with a headscissors, and even pushing up on her screaming fired up arms to lift Maybelle's head up and off the mat.

[SweetHeart]

Maybelle’s face twisted into a grimace as the vise-like grip of Eva’s thighs clamped around her head. Her freckles flushed even darker as her oxygen was cut off, her legs kicking uselessly against the mat while her gloved hands instinctively clawed at Eva’s legs. “Nnnrrghh…!” she growled, muffled by the crushing pressure and the strain on her windpipe, and now her wild auburn curls stuck to her slick, sweat-soaked face as she fought for breath.

Eva, now unmasked and seething with intensity, tightened the hold, pushing up on her arms to lift Maybelle’s head off the mat, intensifying the choke while the crowd gasped and hollered at the sheer grit on display.

But Maybelle wasn't done.

Not yet.

With a strained growl that came more from instinct than clarity, Maybelle’s forearms pressed to the mat. Her thick, curvy frame trembled from head to toe, shoulders shaking under the pressure, but slowly… steadily… she started pushing herself up. Inch by inch, grit by grit.

"C’mon... ya damn mule..." she hissed to herself through clenched teeth.

Her arms locked out at the elbows. Her hips rose. Her knees found the canvas again. Despite being locked in the headscissors and going red in the face, Maybelle was getting to all fours, with Eva still clinging to her like a furious jungle cat.

[KetZal]

Still, Maybelle kept fighting like a bull and refused to just give in. First she kicked out, after a dragonrana no less. And now, with Eva cutting off her airflow, the cowgirl still fought to stay in the fight.

Eva would even take it to the next level, lifting her up above the mat as she held herself up by her arms like she's doing push ups or planks. But somehow, Maybelle found it within herself to power through it, supporting herself on all fours as she tried to push herself up.

No... you can't let that happen Eva. She can't get up, she won't get up. You know what you have to do.

Eva would switch things up. Still constricting around the girl's neck with her thighs, Eva would shift, pulling back on Maybelle's head just a bit... and then she would drive forward with all her force! She would bring the cowgirl's head crashing down against the mat as she turned the chokehold into a DDT!

[SweetHeart]

CRACK! Maybelle’s skull bounced off the canvas with a sickening thud as Eva spiked her head into the mat with a beautifully executed headscissors DDT. The crowd collectively gasped, some even rising from their seats in disbelief as the cowgirl’s body flipped over and flopped onto her back, her limbs spread wide and motionless for a breathless moment. But after a moment then-

Her arms moved.

Maybelle was on her last legs, but it was clear that she wasn't willing to go out without a fight, as she'd attempt to wrap her arms around Eva's waist, gritting her teeth and attempting to yank her to her knees! If it worked, with the lucha thighs around her head, she'd then attempt to try and stand, desperatly attemtping to counter the move as the crowd watched on!

[KetZal]

Eva let her legs slacken after driving Maybelle's head into the canvas. She had to catch her breath just a bit, before getting that pin and finally claiming her victory over the-

... Shit she's moving.

Eva panicked as the cowgirl summoned the last of her strength to try and turn things around, lifting the luchadora upside down, holding her by her waist. Still, Eva could feel that this was a desperate Hail Mary attempt to turn things around again. As exhausted as the latina was, she couldn't let that happen.

Just as Maybelle was ready to drop her on her head with a piledriver, Eva let out a thunderous roar! Shifting her weight, she would bring the big gal off balance and falling back. Back into a familiar position from earlier in the match. Head between the thighs, bent awkwardly back but still standing, and with Eva hooking her arms. The crowd was clamoring all over again, ready for Eva to bring this all to an end with another Fifth Sun!

[SweetHeart]

Maybelle strained, lifting up the luchadora, her head still throbbing and pounding, trying with all her might yo get her up, boots dragged against the mat as she strained to lift Eva upside down. Her body was aching, brain ringing like a church bell on Sunday morning—but she had her. If she could just drop her, it’d all be over. She blinked, sweat stinging her eyes.

And then—she felt it. Eva shifting. Twisting. Fighting.

"No, damn it no—" Maybelle’s balance faltered, her legs staggering beneath the strain. She gritted her teeth, struggling to keep upright—but the luchadora would get just enough that she could tilt her over, Maybelle wincing as she tried to stay up right, her back arching unnaturally as Eva hooked her arms! Maybelle’s breath hitched. Her spine protested. Her vision wobbled from being bent so awkwardly.

No. Not again.

Try as she might, Maybelle wasn't ready to get her off, as Eva locked her up again "Mmmmph!" Maybelle’s protest was instantly muffled as Eva’s thick, powerful thighs clamped around her head, dragging her face deep into the luchadora’s plush, suffocating ass crack. The pressure was immediate—Eva’s muscles flexed, her cheeks swallowing Maybelle’s entire face as she squeezed with brutal force, cutting off her air completely. Maybelle’s hands shot up, fingers weakly pulling at her trunks on Eva’s hips, but the luchadora had her trapped, smothering Maybelle further with every merciless shift. "Mmmph! Gnnnh—!" Maybelle’s muffled groans were lost between Eva’s cheeks, her face flushing bright red as the oxygen was slowly crushed out of her lungs. Her legs kicked uselessly, her body too drained from the match to muster any real resistance.