Meeting of Leaders (For luncha_libre)

[Teenwrestler]

The Masterpiece was very open in his desire to wrestle the legendary La Santa Tigresa, it was moments like these which really made him join LAW, so that he may get a chance to wrestle the best of the best. Having met someone he regarded of highly as a wrestler, he couldn't help but challenge her to a wrestling match to test his skills against the best. Although he showed her respect, deep down he believed he could beat Tigresa in a one on one but he didn't openly state that belief, in respect of his opponent. He remained friendly and La Santa would trust him in return, not doubting the intensity of his challenge as he put it forward to her.

Having entered the small ring, La Santa was soon to follow as she stood up on the ring apron first. She issued a playful warning to him, but Trent was already planning to pay respect to the rules of pro wrestling. Trent would laugh a bit, "Don't you worry Ms. Tigresa, I won't let you use that as an excuse either when you lose" he winked back in a playful manner.

Trent would nod at her, his eyes full of determination as she accepted his challenge in a leader vs leader match. Whist he limbered up in the ring, Tigresa would simply stand and watch her young opponent warm-up, sizing him up for the match to come. Once he was finished, Tigresa would mimic the ring bell and the two took their wrestling stances. Trent would move in quickly, looking to lunge in and lock up with the Tigresa in a classic clinch grapple. He pressed himself against her but was not too overly aggressive, he was looking to feel her strength out in the grapple as he attempted to push her back into the corner. "Ngh! Y-you're strong Ms. Tigresa" he grunted in effort as he didn't find it an easy task to over-power the veteran.

[Luncha_Libre]

Santa Tigresa stepped into the ring eagerly, but she hoped not too eagerly. Trent seemed young, inexperienced. Very well built, however, all lean strong muscle. And she couldn’t assume his level of experience, of course, so she could only hope she wasn’t making a mistake. With a sadistic enough bent, even a rookie was capable of doing serious damage to an unexpected opponent- especially in a match that wasn’t sanctioned. For a moment, La Santa worried that her eagerness to get back into regular competition wasn’t going to be something she would pay for …

When he winked back at her, Santa Tigresa smirked. The young man was a little cocky, it seemed, but she couldn’t fault him for that. Besides, it was far better than if he’d reacted to her words angrily!

“Hnnh!” Santa Tigresa grunted as Trent moved in, locking up with her with impressive quickness. Immediately on the defensive, La Santa pushed back against Trent. Her body shook a little bit, feeling his firm muscular figure settle up against her soft curves. She pressed her chest up against him, giving some resistance as he moved her back toward the corner. Bracing her feet, La Santa looked to control the flow- even as she allowed him to move her back toward the corner ring post. Santa Tigresa wanted to see what this young man would bring to the table, after all, and thought that giving him some freedom to take the lead would let her do just that. La Santa gave step after step, losing ground slowly, not wanting him to suspect she was letting him gain ground. The entire time, the Tigresa planted her boots in a wide stance, presenting her hippy figure as a barrier to Trent, struggling to keep from giving up more ground than she wanted. When she gave up a wide step or two, the Tigresa peered between her arms at Trent’s face, wanting to gauge his reaction to being in the dominant position in these opening moments.

[Teenwrestler]

Trent knew that in terms of experience, Santa Tigresa had alot more of that than himself. He was a younger, more inexperienced male wrestler in this match but he had hoped his strength and stamina would make up for it. However, he knew he could not underestimate the skill, strength and stamina of her opponent. He wasn't above a bit of teasing, if all was in the spirit of competition and just for a good jibe. He realized Santa was just having some fun and decided to have some fun back with her.

However, when the wrestling began- Trent would begin to get serious. The two locked in for a collar and elbow grapple, with Trent pushing in and Santa pressing herself into Trent. Her chest mushroomed against his pecs which caused for an awkward moment but it could not be avoided due to the nature of the grapple. Trent pushed in more and more, exerting more strength as Santa stayed on the defensive. The two swayed around but Trent was mainly in control, or so he thought. It was too easy and Trent knew that. Eventually, Trent pushed Tigresa all the way back into the corner, he had won the grapple battle pretty easily.

He chuckled a bit, not letting go of the grapple as he pressed into her even more, sandwiching her in the corner just to prove a point before letting go of the grapple. He stood infront of her with a wide grin, adjusting his briefs as he patted her shoulders. "Ms. Tigresa....I want you to know that even if you hadn't gone easy there, I still would have out-grappled you" he said with a grin, knowing she let this happen.

"Lets grapple again, this time I want you to show me what the legendary Tigresa can do" he said, backing up to the middle.

[Luncha_Libre]

Santa Tigresa’s arms flexed as she pushed back against Trent. The masked woman was eager to see what the young man was bringing to the table, with his toned and youthful body and well-trained technique. Thus far, he hadn’t been disappointing her, going into both the first lock-up and the match itself without any hesitation. If the luchadora wasn’t careful, she realized, he could end up scoring a very embarrassing upset!

With her ample bust pressed firmly against his pectorals, the Tigresa couldn’t help but let out a small moan of effort. The young man was strong, and despite the awkwardness of the contact he didn’t seem to be backing down. They went back and forth for a few moments, jockeying for position as La Santa had planned, neither one of the pulling ahead and taking control too quickly.

Finally, La Santa’s back went to the corner, and she let out another light “Nnh!” as her body was smothered a bit between Trent’s firm body and the unyielding ring post. La Santa was ready, however, figuring that the young man would be on top of her in a moment. Instead, however, Trent backed off, grinning and adjusting himself as he called her out.

“Clever boy,” the Tigresa smirked, “alright, Trent, we won’t play around this time!” Taking a step out of the corner, Santa Tigresa lunged in for another elbow and collar tie up, giving a firm push of her thick back leg to take some ground. She moved quickly, lunging like a tigress herself, hoping that her forward momentum would drive Trent back a moment and throw him off-balance. If she could get that extra room, the veteran luchadora would then adjust the hold. She would shift her arm behind Trent’s head, catching him in a side headlock and pulling his head down against her chest to take control of him! The Tigresa would then wrench on the hold a couple of times, working him over, wanting to see how he would respond to such a rough hold!

[Teenwrestler]

Trent was pretty aggressive in the lock up. He wanted to show the Tigresa that he would stick true to his words, that he would do everything he could do beat her. Santa, however, played it safe, like a teacher as she allowed Trent to boss her into the corner. When he did manage to push her all the way into the corner, sandwiching her body with his own muscular frame, he let go of the grapple and took note of the fact that she was taking it easy on him. He grinned and she smirked back at him, Trent knew this was not Tigresa at her best and she acknowledged it. He stood infront of her, proud and respectful to her and finally, she would show him how good she was.

After declaring that the second grapple was going to be serious, Trent got ready to lock up but was totally caught off guard by Tigresa's initiative. She lunged in at the boy and locked up in a very aggressive manner. Using her legs she would power out of the corner and take the grapple back to the middle of the ring, Trent struggled to contain his opponent. "Nghh....." he grunted!

Once back in the middle, Santa would shift the grapple into a headlock, bending him down and partially smothering his face with her breast as she jerked hard on his neck once she had him trapped in the headlock."Arghhh....S-so this is your real skill....Impressive" he grunted in pain. "But....Im going to win...no matter what!" he hissed, looking to wrap his arms around her waist and give her a hard squeeze as well, wanting to match her submission with one of his own.

[Luncha_Libre]

Santa Tigresa’s ample bust swelled against Trent’s chest, the luchadora feeling some pride. She realized that the young man knew he was being tested. Instead of being offended, however, or taking advantage, he decided instead to rise to the challenge. Quite early in their spar, and already Trent was showing a maturity well beyond his years!

The second exchange, however, it seemed he was less ready for. Santa Tigresa thrust off the ropes, and pushed Trent right back to the center of the ring. She could feel his face mashing against her ample bosom, felt the vibration of his grunts of pain against her soft, sensitive flesh. He struggled and squirmed beneath her, but the Tigresa wouldn’t relent. If the boy would be smothered, she figured, then he would be smothered.

Santa Tigresa wrenched Trent to a standing position. She could hear his threats, even as his lips were wetly caressing the side of her bosom, and her eyebrows raised. He seemed quite confident, despite his current status. She gave him another wrench of his head, straining his neck, then felt his arms clamp down around her waist. “AH!” she cried out, involuntarily, feeling Trent clamp down on her with a rear waist lock. Beneath her mask, Santa Tigresa winced. She knew that Trent could well force the air out of her body, if she didn’t act quickly.

Clasping her wrist firmly and locking in the side headlock, Santa Tigresa moved along to the next step. With a sharp jerk, she yanked hard on Trent’s head. She tucked the young man firmly against her body while twisting her hips, in an attempt to yank Trent end over end. If she could, Santa Tigresa would flip Trent over with a side headlock takedown, twisting and yanking the youmg man’s firm body through the air before slamming him down to the mat beneath her!

[Teenwrestler]

Trent found the idea of testing himself against the legendary Tigresa to be quite exciting, when he managed to push her back into the corner with relative ease, he knew the more veteran and mature wrestler was merely allowing herself to be tested by the brief clad male wrestler. Seeing no disrespect in her action, he simply opted not to follow up on the advantage given by her, instead if he were to take advantage in this match ,he would do so by his own pure grappling skill. He requested a second grapple against the Tigresa, she would not deny him the pleasure but this time she would go all in, and push him back to the middle of the ring. The Masterpiece was taken back by such a different in strength and skill and was driven back to the middle of the ring, where the Tigresa transitioned their grapple into a headlock.

His face was partially smothered by her breasts but that was unavoidable, instead he wrapped his arms around his waist and started to squeeze her, trading submissions with her. The two squeezed each other, harder and harder, until Tigresa felt she wouldn't last long in Trent's arm and decided to switch it up. Twisting at her hips, giving his head a hard yank to lift him off his feet a bit as he was thrusted against her hips and slammed onto his back in a headlock take down!

"AHHHH" he cried out loud in pain as his back was slammed hard against the ring mats and he was forced to break his waistlock. The Tigresa showing some impressive skill to knock down the male wrestler as the Masterpiece was stunned for a brief moment from his opponent's quick feet and grappling ability.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Hhngh!” Santa Tigresa grunted and groaned as she worked Trent over in her side headlock. His face was grinding against her bosom, his toned body struggling against her, but it seemed she kept him under control. He worked her over in turn, his strong grip grinding the air out of her with his rear waistlock. All until the moment she was able to get the leverage, take advantage, and send him crashing down to the mat!

“Hah!” Santa Tigresa barked, as she heard Trent’s broad shoulders hit the ring canvas. The luchadora had taken control, it seemed, and now the well-muscled young man was at her mercy. She could feel his toned and muscular body writhing beneath her, and knew that she needed to capitalize quickly, or he would be right back on top!

Swiftly, the Tigresa kicked out a leg, and swung it wide over Trent’s prone body. With a sharp kick, she slung her curvy thigh around his neck, catching his broad chest as she closed her legs tight around his neck. The luchadora’s other leg slid under his body, looking to close in on him with a snug head scissor, a hold that would trap him against the mat. Then, Santa Tigresa would flex her thighs, closing them tight around Trent’s head as she reached down and grabbed at her boot. The Tigresa was attempting to close in on Trent with a figure-four headscissor, her firm body suddenly closing in on him like a vice!

“How is that, young man?” Santa Tigresa teased, the words coming out hot and breathy as her lower body worked to squeeze in on Trent. La Santa clamped her powerful thighs around Trent’s head, grinding against him, keeping his head tucked snugly against her crotch as she clamped down. With a twist of her hips, Santa Tigresa yanked Trent around, wanting to see how he’d respond to this new, tortuous turn of events!

[Teenwrestler]

Despite being in much better shape than the Tigresa, Trent found himself being out-grappled by the much more experienced wrestler as she worked him over in her headlock. Despite Trent countering her efforts with a waistlock, she was still in firm control and reaffirmed her position when she slammed her hip against his and brought him down on his back with a hip toss. Trent was forced to let go of his submission and groaned on impact of his shoulders slamming against the mat, but was still not out of harms way as he had the Tigresa breathing down his neck as she laid down to his side and stretched her long, curvy legs towards his face, before trapping his neck in a headscissors submission. She completed her scissors by stretching her hand to grab her boot and tug on it, completing her figure four headscissors submission.

Trent moaned in pain, his body wriggling under her as he flopped up and down like a fish out of the water. His hands grabbed her boot, looking to push her legs up and off his neck. It didn't help that she twisted her hip and rocked him back and forth, "AHHHHHHH" he screamed in pain in response to her question, clearly he was a bit overwhelmed by the Tigresa's offence. The Masterpiece would continue in his efforts to try and get her legs off of his neck, looking to strike her thighs with some open ended strikes of his palm.

[Luncha_Libre]

Santa Tigresa was enjoying the degree of control she had over the younger wrestler, managing to force his head between her legs and lock in the figure-four with a fluid motion of her powerful legs. She clenched her thighs, feeling his head between them, and watched the way his muscular body writhed in pain beneath her. Clearly, the young man had a lot of power, and once he learned how to use it, he would be very, very dangerous.

The Tigresa clenched on the hold, rocking back on her ass on the mat, wanting to see how Trent would respond to even more pressure. She was pleased he didn’t tap, actually, wanting to see how far this young man was willing to go for the sake of a spar. However, she wasn’t ready for his counter, as Trent delivered a palm strike to her leg.

“OWW!” Santa Tigresa hissed, the palm strike echoing through the arena. “Don’t like that one, eh?” La Santa growled. The strikes kept coming, and the luchadora knew it wasn’t worth trying to keep the hold locked in. So, with a rock of her hips, Santa Tigresa rolled over, pushing herself upright with her hands. She kept her curvy behind high in the air, maintaining her hold on Trent. After a moment, however, the Tigresa would buck her hips down, looking to rock his head and her thighs against the mat with a hard thrust!

Afterward, Santa Tigresa would release the hold, crawling away from Trent a moment and rising to a knee. Wincing, the Latina warrior would rub her hands on her stinging thigh, impressed with the younger man’s resolve, as well as his strength. She took a moment for both of them to recover, a little.