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

[KetZal]

Eva was at her limit too, she was giving it her all to not just fall over here and just pathetically lay on top of her opponent.

Feeling her paw and pull at her shorts, the latina shook her head and prepared herself. "You were amazing Maybelle..." she commended the Oklahoman, before yanking her arms (and with them the rest of her body) up, burying Maybelle's face between her cheeks even more. Eva would then jump into the air, lifting the cowgirl with her right before crashing down!

Maybelle? Laid spread eagle in the center of the ring. Her face hidden under Eva as the smaller luchadora sat on top of her, posture slumped as she caught her breath...

After a second or two, Eva would reach down and grab Maybelle's leg, lifting it up for support. "But it's time to finally end it."

The ref came down, slamming a hand down for the count.

"ONE!"

[SweetHeart]

"MMMPH! GNNNH—!" Maybelle’s protests were instantly muffled as Eva’s thick, powerful thighs clamped around her head, her face buried deep between the luchadora’s cheeks, her nose and mouth sealed shut beneath the suffocating pressure, and as Eva arched her back, grinding down harder, ensuring Maybelle got zero air—just the warm, inescapable embrace of Latina dominance, all Maybelle could do was desperatly yank and pull at her tights and thighs. Sweat dripped from Eva’s body onto Maybelle’s already flushed face, the heat and pressure making her vision swim.

With a sharp twist of her hips forward, grinding her ass down in a slow, deliberate circle, her soft flesh molded against Maybelle’s features, Eva’s hands dug into Maybelle’s wrists, yanking them upward once again for leverage, as she hoisted Maybelle’s upper body up, before SLAMMING DOWN with all her weight, all her strength! The impact was vicious. Eva’s ass cannonballed into Maybelle’s face, driving her head into the mat, making the pair bounce on impact, the cowgirl's entire body jolted, her legs kicking in wild, uncontrolled spasms as her brain bounced around inside her skull.

"MMMPPPHHGGHH!!" Maybelle winced as she hit the mat, groaning a she was smashed into the canvas, left between the mat and a very soft place. Spit flew from Maybelle’s lips, her eyes rolling back as stars exploded in her vision. After the impact Eva simply settled atop her, resting on the downed woman's face, and the stunned cowgal was left sprawled out underneath Eva, limbs lazily sliding across the mat as he tried to recover her wits!

"Mmmmph!" Maybelle's words were quickly cut off by the girls ass descended on her face, the thick cheeks that now covered her face put her in a dangerous spot again, but one that she was too weak to get out of! "Mmmmph... Mmmmhhh..." Maybelle's hands came up to Eva's hips, her fingers managing to loosely grab hold of her waistband, but no real effort could be made to get her off! Maybelle simply didn't have the strength or energy, and so Eva would get to sit atop the ginger for as long as she liked, ass smothering the rookie for likely at least three more seconds.

[KetZal]

"TWO!!"

No response yet from Maybelle. Eva was waiting, holding her breath and ready to be disappointed again, for Maybelle to kick out again. She could feel her groan into her butt, the weak fingers grabbing at her waistband. Any second now...

But a part of her knew that it was over anyway. She knew that this was it. And that feeling became stronger as time passed in slow motion for Eva. This actually was it... Maybelle was all tuckered out. Eva could finally... relax.

"THREE!!!"

Eva finally fell over forward, giving Maybelle some room to breathe as she laid on top of her, finally resting for a moment and basking in that glory, her first win. She heard the bell ring, the crowd cheer, and she rolled off from on top of Maybelle with a smile on her face. All that fanfare, those fans screaming out like they just found their new favorite match of all time? That made this all worth it.

She let the ref help her up and raise her fist in the air as she celebrated with the crowd, ecstatic beyond the tiredness over her win. Then, she would look over to Maybelle, kneeling down if necessary to get a good look at her face. "Hey! Sigues ahi vaquera? You still there?"

[SweetHeart]

Maybelle lay flat on her back, her chest heaving, her face still burning from the heat of Eva’s smothering ass. The crowd’s cheers rang in her ears, but all she could focus on was the lingering sensation of soft, suffocating Latina cheeks pressed against her nose and mouth, her angry groans turned into weak whimpers as there was little she could do as the referee counted the pin, as Eva was delcared the winner, sat triumphantly on her freckled face! Maybelle gave a muffled groan from between her round, soft cheeks, the luchadora keeping the cowgirl buried in buttcrack before she rolled off her, letting Maybelle breathe once more!

Maybelle would gasp and suck in mouthfuls of air as her thick ass lifted up and off of her face, the country bumpkin giving a low groan as she was left on the mat, the referee moving over to raise Eva's arm and crown her the victor. But Maybelle barely noticed. Her body was still limp, her muscles weak from the struggle. She blinked up at the lights, her face flushed not just from lack of air, but from sheer embarrassment.

This was her first match in LAW. And she had just lost—with a luchadora’s ass on her face. The humiliation burned hotter than any submission hold. Maybelle groaned, rolling onto her side as she sucked in deep, ragged breaths. Her face was still flushed, her lips slightly parted as she tried to regain her senses. Above her, Eva stood with her hands on her knees. Maybelle coughed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Ugh... I’ve been stepped on by bulls that hit softer than your damn backside," she grumbled, her voice hoarse.

[KetZal]

Eva giggled slightly at the response, and offered her a hand up. "Well I am the ASStec Goddess for a reason."

If Maybelle accepted the help, Eva would exert herself just a bit more to help pull the cowgirl to her feet, and raising her arm in the air while motioning for the crowd to cheer for her too! "You deserve these cheers just as much as I do. You made tonight a match to remember! Had me fighting for my life a few times there. You should be proud of yourself. I definitely am!" The crowds sounded to be in agreement too, celebrating Eva's show of good will and sportsmanship as they cheered for both girls.

[SweetHeart]

Maybelle lay on the mat for a long moment, chest heaving, her face still flushed from both exertion and the lingering humiliation of Eva’s smothering finish. The crowd’s noise buzzed in her ears, until she saw Eva's hand in her vision, the luchadora's outstretched palm and the smirk that had softened into something warmer. Maybelle hesitated, but after a moment, she exhaled sharply and clasped Eva’s hand.Maybelle hauling herself upright, even giving an extra tug at the end to make sure she found her footing.

The fans erupted in approval with some genuine applause. Maybelle, still catching her breath, managed a tight but respectful nod. She wasn’t happy—no wrestler ever was after a loss—but there was no denying that the cheering fans made her feel a bit better, I mean it was just her first match, she can always bounce back. With a final squeeze of Eva’s hand, Maybelle released her grip and rolled her shoulders, shaking off the lingering ache. Maybelle snorted, shaking her head as she trudged toward the ropes. "Yeah, yeah, well next time missy, yer getting planted under my keister~" Maybelle teased as she grabbed her hat and left Eva to enjoy her cheers in her debut victory!

Winner by pinfall: Eva Quetzali