The Shots We (Maybe Shouldn't) Take [for Ducky]

[HotWheels]

Esther knew the whole presentation as a fast-talking country girl made a pretty good front when she had the opportunity to unleash mischief. Behind the weight of a pretty smile, she could pull a fast one when she wanted to. The fast one tonight? Getting him to buy into her charms and give in once she had him out of most of those clothes. That didn't have to mean this turned sexual by any means; a good time and an admission of her prowess would make this successful. But that meant keeping on poking and prodding him, which she did while she worked around to search for the headlock.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she began, coyly. "That was a gift and a kindness, and you basically asked me to do i- iiii- nnngh!" Esther shut up long enough to get technical. He started to work her arm behind her back with the counter, but the Aster had enough technical knowledge of her own to avoid getting completely spun around. She rooted her knees to the mats and pulled back with a surprising strength in her arm, and while she didn't have room to turn around, she kept herself from falling into a complete disadvantage.

And her bottom might have rocked back into his hips while she did so, but she didn't much notice. She just tried to keep balance, growling with her exertion. It was probably a waste of energy, but she didn't want to give him any openings just yet. "You must just have... an obsession... with being on top...", she told him through her grunts, before she tried to kick off with her feet and roll to the right where she could equalize their positions again... somewhat, anyway.

[ADarlingDucky]

With Esther having managed to get the jump on him initially, El Rey was far more keen to keep things even now that the match had started, and the very first step of doing so, escalating up to a win, would be to stay ahead of her technically! It was easier said than done of course, but the masked man would do his best to twist Esther's arm behind her back, looking to try and get control of one of her limbs to establish a good base, but as it turned out, even that was something that would be hard fought by the southerner! As El Rey attempted to get her down, she attempted to maintain her base, resulting in her fighting him as he attempted to get her on the mat! She was quite the wily one, and even with El Rey's best attempts, she would kick against the mat and try to roll away, pushing her body away from the luchador's, and forcing him to make a decision! And so he'd let go of her arm, allowing her to move away... or at least, as far as he could, before he opted to duck down and grab her leg instead, trying to yank it out from under her quickly!

"Wouldn't call it an obsession! To be honest, I actually love a woman who can get on top, but when certain ladies talk trash, I can't help but wanna be the one coming out on top, you know?" He teased, raising an eyebrow towards Esther as he said this, before attempting to pull her in close enough to reach a hand up, raising it high in the air, a smirk on his face as his target was in plain view!

And then, with that same hand, he'd swing it down as fast as he possibly could, looking to connect his hand as solidly as he could with a massive slap, not a teasing spank like he had given her earlier, but a full on open palmed SMACK to her thick behind!

"Being on top could be in your cards hermosa! But you've gotta earn it!" He smirked, before backing up and letting Esther get the space she desired, unable to keep the position atop her that he desired, but getting something else in return! He'd flash her a smile as he held up the hand that smacked that thick rear of hers, showing off and likely goading her to come back at him, now with a slightly sore behind!

[HawtWheels]

Esther thought she was slick. She really did. She was halfway through her roll, ready to pop up and look smug, when a steely grip clamped around her like a bear trap. She went from rolling to sliding back onto her stomach, almost reaching out to dramatically claw at the floor like the first girl to get dragged away in a horror movie.

The yank killed her momentum entirely, taking her feet out from under her with a humiliating lack of grace. She barely had time to gasp, "You better let me-" as she writhed beneath him to get her footing back while still in the lion's den. Just as she tried to scramble for purchase, to turn over and kick out with both legs to give herself some space again, she could see the hand coming down in her peripheral vision.

CRACK.

The slap wasn't a love tap like the first few. It cracked like thunder, stinging her skin and vibrating right through her hip bone. It left her momentarily stunned on the floor, mouth agape, hand instinctively clutching the offended cheek as she stared at his retreating form. He had swept her leg, spanked her red, and then had the audacity to back off and taunt her?

Her heart hammered against her ribs - half from the adrenaline of the takedown, half from the sheer heat of the impact.

"You shitter!" she breathed, the shock melting into a wicked, competitive grin as she pushed herself up from the floor. The sting in her rear was a potent motivator, and she had to borderline avoid rolling onto that cheek to avoid more pain. "You play dirty don't you!? I'm gonna-"

Rubbing her stinging rear one last time, she didn't waste the space he gifted her. She scrambled to her knees, lowered her center of gravity, and launched herself forward off her toes with a burst of speed. She aimed to plow her shoulder right into his midsection, an improvised spear, to take the air out of him and drive them both down to the mat properly this time.

[ADarlingDucky]

Esther was certainly feisty if nothing else, throwing herself towards El Rey with a reckless abandon that many didn't attempt with the masked man, already giving him a reason to stay on his toes and begin preparing herself for her next move as the two separated. Or, perhaps, he might have been worried about that had his hand not cracked against the thick, round flesh of her ass, a spank that echoed throughout the apartment as El Rey left a nice, red handprint on Esther's rear end. The masked man made sure to make some space after doing so, in the event that she charged straight after him, but for the moment, she seemed stunned enough at the boldness of the move that she didn't pursue him! Instead, she straightened up and fixed him with a look that bordered between disbelief and amusement, with a hint of competitive anger thrown in as well.

"Play dirty? I would never! It's just, it's such a large target..." El Rey taunted, waving his palm in the air as if to show off what he had used to send that stinging shock through Esther's backside. He didn't necessarily consider a spank playing dirty, though he was fairly confident that it was not in the usual repertoire of moves that Esther's foes had likely busted out against her. First time for everything, of course.

Esther didn't stay eyeing him for long though, and suddenly, the southern wrestler was lowering her shoulder and charging from her kneeling position, throwing herself forwards with all the weight that she could muster, shoulder coming dead center towards El Rey's torso!

"NNGH!" The masked man let out a hefty grunt as Esther hit him, his feet skidding backwards a few inches along the matted floor as he absorbed the impact, lowering his body and bracing himself to avoid outright toppling over! The spear hurt, but with his wide frame, El Rey had gotten enough time to stop Esther after a few moments, leaving her doubled over with her arms around his waist! "Eager for more?" His voice, a bit strained still, would suddenly reach down, wrapping his arms around her own waist, in order to get a firm grip! And then, with one firm tug, he would yank Esther up and off of her feet, flipping her up onto his shoulder to plant her across it with a canadian backbreaker, looking to turn her spear against her!

[HawtWheels]

Esther’s shoulder slammed home, dead-center into El Rey’s midsection with every ounce of her 138 pounds behind it. She felt the satisfying thud of impact, the way his abs compressed under the point of her shoulder, the brief skid of their two bodies across the mat, her as the battering ram and him as the gate giving way to her strength.

…Except he didn’t go down.

She didn't do much more than displace and jostle him before she felt him solidify, his thick torso absorbing the spear like a brick wall wrapped in warm muscle. Esther’s momentum died instantly, leaving her folded forward, arms instinctively locked around his waist, cheek pressed to the ridge of his obliques. For one frozen heartbeat the apartment was nothing but the sound of their breathing and the low thump of her pulse in her ears. He'd actually caught her, and a momentary, traitorous throb pulsed between her legs, impressed as she was.

But it got worse. His arms snapped around her waist.

Before Esther could even finish the panicked little “Wait—” that bubbled up her throat, the world flipped. El Rey heaved, lifting her clean off the mat as if she weighed nothing, flipping her up and over until her spine cracked across the broad shelf of his shoulder in one brutal, seamless motion.

Every vertebra lit up at once. Esther’s long body bowed hard, stomach stretched taut, abs carved into sharp, trembling ridges as her shoulders and hips dangled helplessly on either side of him. A shocked, breathy cry tore out of her before dissolving into a trembling whimper.

Her thighs kicked wildly at first, powerful legs scissoring the air, toes pointed in futile desperation. She slapped at his side, hard, then clawed up his back, nails dragging over slick muscle. No leverage. Nothing but the burning stretch and the humiliating way he contorted her body like he had no trouble in the world holding her aloft. And besides that - the bikini bottoms had ridden so high they were little more than a pink string sawing against her hips.

“You- big- sonofa -NNNGH!” The curse fractured into a whine as he adjusted his grip, bouncing her once, just enough to jolt her spine and make her vision spark white at the edges.

Esther sucked in a ragged breath, lavender-and-blonde hair spilling toward the floor. She twisted hard, trying to roll her hips off his shoulder; bad idea. The motion dragged her pelvis across the ridge of muscle and drew a sharp, involuntary moan she barely managed to bite back. Her thighs clamped together again, but the motion only bowed her back harder and made the hold bite deeper.

She switched tactics fast. Both hands shot up, grabbing the back of his mask in a death grip, yanking hard to try and throw his balance. At the same time she kicked her legs skyward, bicycling them furiously, trying to hook an ankle over his head or shoulder, anything to wriggle free.

[ADarlingDucky]

Esther’s full body charge into the side of the luchador would result in a meaty smacking sound as the two bodies collided, El Rey’s feet skidding backwards slightly from the force of the southerner throwing her full body into him. He might have toppled over as well, had his opponent charged at him from a better position, but now here Esther was, doubled over with her arms wrapped around his waist, stopped dead in her tracks as the two came to a halt, leaving them standing together on the mats. At least, for the moment. But El Rey’s next action assured that only one would be left standing afterwards, as he would reach down and secure his own grip around his opponent’s waist, using it to suddenly hoist Esther clean off of her feet, flipping her up onto his shoulder and letting her body flex across it, placing her into a Canadian backbreaker!

All at once, Esther was suspended in the air, with El Rey holding his opponent up above the matted floor while he bounced her up and down, her back bowing over his shoulder during her cries of pain. The hold was a nasty one, not offering the victim any sort of leverage or purchase to be able to struggle with, something that Esther was finding out as her legs kicked and flailed in the air, her hands unable to grasp hold of anything. That was, of course, until the southerner gave a sharp cry of pain following a jostle atop El Rey’s shoulder, reaching down and grasping hold of his mask, giving a sudden yank to the side on it as she latched onto the sole thing she could, beginning to struggle with that hold to get off of El Rey’s body!

“Aagh! Hey, watch the mask! Hey!” El Rey let out a sudden cry as his head was forcibly yanked, mask shifting slightly as Esther tugged like a woman possessed, trying to get herself down using any means available! The constant shifting and wrenching on his attire had certainly made it harder for El Rey to keep the submission going, and so he would have to make the decision to let Esther down, lest she completely destroy his symbol of luchador pride! Of course, that didn’t mean that he had to make her landing one that she would enjoy!

“Alright, you want down? Then here we go!” El Rey gave her only that small bit of warning, before he would quickly drop down, landing on his knees in one swift motion that would force Esther’s spine to bend hard, cruelly, and suddenly over his shoulders! The blow would surely jolt Esther and hopefully get her to stop tugging at his mask, before El Rey would release her and let the southern belle topple from his shoulder and onto the matted floor, allowing her to land as he took the time to fix his attire, figuring she’d be going nowhere fast if it worked out!

[HotWheels]

Hanging upside down, draped over his shoulder like a prize steer at the county fair, was humiliating enough on its own. But the fact that this was happening in Esther's own living room, on her own mats, after she’d talked such a big game? That ate at her mind.

She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting back the tears of pain that pricked at the corners. Her legs - usually her best weapons - kicked uselessly at the air, finding no purchase, no leverage, nothing. She was completely at his mercy, bent in half with her bikini bottoms flossed so tight she could barely feel her hips anymore. It was a helpless, vulnerable position that made her cheeks flame redder than the flushed skin of her chest. She felt like a toy he had just decided to break because she got too mouthy. A touch of heat wove through the frustration at that image of herself, but it passed quickly.

Desperation drove her to yank at his mask, but the consequence was immediate and brutal.

When he dropped to his knees, the impact felt like a lightning bolt shot straight up her spine and exploded behind her eyes. A ragged, strangled cry tore from her throat - half-scream, half-sob - as her back was forced into a sickening hyper-extension for a split second before gravity took over.

He released her, and Esther tumbled off and crashed.

She hit the mat with a wet slap of skin, rolling once from the momentum before flopping onto her back, limbs splayed out in a dazed, ungraceful sprawl. The room spun wildly. White spots danced in her vision. She lay there, spread-eagle, her chest heaving violently as she tried to gulp down air that already tasted like her own sweat. Her bikini top had shifted dangerously, barely covering her anymore, and her legs trembled with the aftershocks of the nerve pain.

She couldn't move. Not yet. She just stared up at the ceiling fan, blinking sluggishly, trying to process that she was still in one piece. Her blue eyes drifted to him, glassy and filled with a mix of shock and a begrudging, dazed respect.

"You... sure are... sensitive about that mask... huh?" she wheezed out, the words barely a whisper as she lay there, totally exposed and throbbing, waiting for the world to stop tilting.

[ADarlingDucky]

Holding Esther aloft, El Rey was confident that he could keep the southerner hoisted above the matted floor like this for as long as need be, letting gravity do most of the work when it came to folding her back over his shoulder. Without any purchase available to her, Esther had been stuck kicking and flailing, El Rey easily able to handle the thrashing and shaking to keep her where she was, knowing that the longer she delayed what he saw as an inevitable submission, the more tired she'd be when it eventually came. Or at least, that was the idea. Instead of continuing to flail into the air, however, Esther would suddenly reach down and grab the only thing she could actually dig her fingers into, that being El Rey's mask. And with her thrashing this way and that, El Rey decided that instead of letting her paw at his mask until she either ripped it or yanked it off, he'd stop her right there, suddenly dropping down!

Esther let out a shriek as the two came down, the impact suddenly folding her hard, more than any amount of jostling than El Rey could have done, and her struggles ceased, as she was left limply flopping off of him. The southern belle would hit the mat with a dull thud, while El Rey brought his hands up to fix his mask, getting it back into place and making sure there was no rips or tears. And when he had finished, he'd turn his gaze back to Esther, finding her dizzily looking up at him, a brief wheeze his way as she lay prone.

"Well... I suppose that's true. But it is the whole point of the lucha libre thing after all. Besides, we're only supposed to be losing clothes after a fall." El Rey replied with a wry smile, before standing up. He'd shift to Esther's legs, reaching down and grabbing hold of them, tucking them underneath his arms. An obvious setup, and one that spelled bad news for Esther.

"Speaking of falls, I feel we're long overdue for one, wouldn't you say?" He flashed the downed woman a smirk, before he would suddenly wrench her to the side, twisting her body over to flip her to her front before stepping over and sitting down, planting his thick rear directly on her back! In a flash, El Rey had locked her in a tight boston crab, folding her up and once more targeting her back, stretching Esther to the limit as he looked to score the very first submission of the night!

[HotWheels]

Esther couldn't recall a more effective rack she had ever endured in her time wrestlnig. A dull, throbbing ache radiated from her spine to her fingertips, a lingering reminder of the sheer power he possessed. She held a certain image of luchadors - all flash, flips, and aerodynamics - while girls like her handled the grit, the submissions, the rough-and-tumble grounding. El Rey had already broken that illusion. The realization that he could dismantle her so technically, she found kind of hot.

"Uh-huh," she managed, the agreement wheezing out between breaths.

But his mention of the rules - losing clothes after a fall - snapped her mind back to the danger at hand. If she stayed down, he would own a piece of her clothes already, and that simply wouldn't do. The threat fired her muscles with renewed urgency. She planted her palms, intending to scramble away, create space, and get back on the offensive to strip that mask right off him. But her limbs moved through sludge. Before she could tuck her knees, his hands clamped around her ankles.

"No! Hey, wait—!" she yelped, slapping futilely at his forearms, her nails grazing his skin but finding no purchase to break the grip.

He ignored her protests, wrenching her legs to the side. The torque flipped her onto her stomach in a breathless tumble. Yet, the Aster didn't just fold. As he stepped over, she locked one arm against the floor, her triceps flaring and her formidable core tightening into rock. She fought the turn, hovering her chest off the mat, refusing to let him flatten her completely.

It wasn't enough. El Rey dropped his heavy hips onto the small of her back, his weight crushing her resistance instantly. The air left her lungs in a rush as he cinched the Boston Crab tight. Esther felt her spine bow dangerously, her heels dragged so far forward it felt like they brushed the back of her head.

"AAAAH!"

The scream tore from her throat, raw and uninhibited. She clawed frantically at the mats, fingers dragging uselessly against the fabric as the pressure threatened to snap her in two. Any worry about the neighbors vanished under the blinding white haze of agony.

[ADarlingDucky]

After depositing Esther to the matted floor, it was clear that the pain in her spine and the lack of air in her lungs meant she'd be offering no challenge to him anytime soon, the luchador left to stand up and shift around her his leisure, heading over to her legs. It felt a bit cruel, using a hold that was specifically targeting her back just after he had nearly folded her in half with his backbreaker a moment ago, but it was clear that Esther was nothing if not feisty, and getting her to surrender a fall was quite the uphill battle. It was for that reason that El Rey would tuck her legs underneath his arms, and go for a classic maneuver, one designed to target her back once more! And so, as he rolled her over, sitting down hard to crush her resistance, he would lock the busty southerner in a tight boston crab, folding her curvy frame in the submission hold as he took a seat on her back!

In an instant, Esther's attempts to stop him from rolling her over and keep herself off the matted floor were crushed, and she was forced down hard, with El Rey's thick rear end landing square on her shoulder blades, as he wrenched back on her lower body. Esther let out a scream of pain, and El Rey would respond by slowly beginning to wrench back, putting more and more pressure on her spine as he brought the bottoms of her feet closer and closer to her head!

"Best to tap out hermosa! I know that I'd prefer losing some clothes to a broken back myself!" El Rey taunted, before slowly tugging back on her legs once more, continuing to fold her! He of course didn't want to do Esther any actual harm, but he made it quite apparent that he was willing to continue folding her until she could finally take no more! And once she couldn't, she would have to make the choice to submit and surrender one of her articles of clothing, or face the ever-increasing pain in her spine!