Blanco Sombre v Eileen Sommers: Make or Break

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly smirked up at the ring, as she watched her man work over the German redhead. Eileen had seemed so confident earlier, but now looked like she was in over her head. Watching with her arms crossed below her bust, Holly squared her shoulders and was, possible, presenting her generous bust a little bit. After getting mocked earlier, Holly wanted to see her man get this win more than anything and wanted to give him a little more ‘inspiration’ as he did so.

Sparing a quick look Holly’s way, Blanco grinned. He was ready to move into his next maneuver, a DDT to plant Eileen. Before he could do so, however, momentum shifted, and Blanco realized that Eileen’s grip was right around his hips, hoisting him up and bringing him down hard with a shocking atomic drop!

Holly’s jaw hit the floor, as she gasped at the sudden reversal in her man’s fortune. “AAGH!” Blanco cried out, his body bouncing off Eileen’s knee. Blanco’s legs buckled, and it took all the luchador’s effort to keep himself upright, after that spine-rocking drop left him staggering away, clutching at his aching lower back.

[Devilish53]

Blanco wasn't exactly hitting the roof with how high Eileen lifted her male foe, but he was struck enough to make it hurt, it seemed. Eileen had zero complaints, as she rolled her shoulders from that brief if strenuous lift, before taking a step back.

And then another.

Then another.

Almost failing to resist flashing a grin to the watching-Holly, Eileen soon pressed her back to the ropes she was pressed against a mere moment before, to add some momentum to her next assault. Her figure pacing forward with increasing speed, before she leapt off her feet. Her elegant figure flying through the air, as she tried for something of a shotgun-dropkick straight to her male foes currently wheezing gut!

[Luncha_Libre]

For a moment, Blanco Sombre had been soaking in the pleasing sights of Holly trying to inspire him to victory, and Eileen writhing in pain. With a sharp upward jerk, however, Eileen had brought the masked luchador down on her knee and quickly reversed their positions, leaving the lean, muscular man writhing in pain and vulnerable. Blanco staggered back on weak legs, even a half-power atomic drop enough to stun him when he wasn’t expecting it, while Eileen reared back for the running dropkick.

The curvy redhead rushed forward, her perfect figure leaping into the air to deliver both boots to Blanco’s dropkick. The veteran luchador had been hit with that move hundreds of times in his career, though the power from Eileen’s perfect figure was still a force to be reckoned with. Reeling, Blanco was knocked off his feet, sent slamming to his back. Rolling with the blow, the veteran hit his shoulders and rolled off, coming back up to his feet. The momentum of the blow, however, sent him reeling into the ropes, where he gasped for air.

At ringside, Holly hugged herself tightly. Now worried, her pleasure at seeing Blanco dominate the redhead was replaced with worry that she didn’t care to show. Biting her lip, the buxom Brit waited to see how the next moments would pan out …

[Devilish53]

Eileen wasn't at all happy at the natural fact that coming off her feet made her fall roughly to her back, but it paid the bills. Shaking off that back ache, and giving her bust a final if inadvertently visually-appealing rub down from Blanco's opening chop, Eileen once more shared a grin with the watching beauty to her side. That grin growing, as the most stereo-typically mocking comment possible escaped her lips.

"My my, down already...is he always finished this quick..." A literal lick of her lips would be the icing on the cake to Holly as Eileen turned her attention back where it should have been, to raise but a foot. Eileen should have course have been pushing her physical advantage now that she had it. Perhaps unwisely, she didn't, as once more, that insane ego quickly took over.

"Why don't you be a lamb...and get beneath it..?" Eileen sneered, pointing to the end of her foot. "Where you belong."

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco had rolled off of kicks like that a hundred times, but he couldn’t help but be surprised by the strength behind Eileen’s thick legs. Left holding his aching chest, the luchador looked across the ring to his voluptuous German foe and saw her approaching the indignant Holly at ringside.

Pouting, Holly didn’t want to wilt a little beneath Eileen’s gaze, but found it hard not to. The redhead loomed over her, and after knocking Blanco on his ass it was hard to not see her as intimidating. Holly’s eyes narrowed, but she squared her shoulders, trying to puff out her chest and hold her head high in the face of Eileen’s mockery.

“Y-yeah?” Holly said, indignant at first but growing redder and redder as Eileen continued. “Beneath your … You slag! Can’t wait to see you get what’s coming to you now!”

Seeing the girls go at it like this was undeniably exciting, giving Blanco a bit of a rush, but the luchador was experienced enough to know a distraction when he saw one. Rushing up behind the German woman with a dash, the luchador wrapped his arms around Eileen’s waist, tucking his body flush against her, his manhood firmly against her impressive ass. In one swift motion, the luchador shifted back, rolled Eileen over him, then under him, and pressed her down to the canvas, hoping to at least embarrass her with a tight schoolboy rollup! The ref came down quickly to try and count a fast and sneaky pin.

[Devilish53]

Eileen could barely contain that modest giggle as signs of anger flickered across Holly's voice and face, resulting in a nonsensical rage filled response straight from Holly's lungs it seemed. Unaware of the rush Blanco was experiencing, Eileen's own modest distraction at the yelling woman to her side had given the male before her chance to move as he saw fit, wrapping around her almost softly from behind before pulling down!

The redheads eyes as wide as saucers as she hit the canvas, bucking after a solid one count was reached! Figure seeking to fall upon its front, embarrassment setting in after being rolled over as if she were a child on the playground!

Embarrassment, that soon began to steadily turn to fury...

[Luncha_Libre]

Beneath his mask, Blanco was grinning ear to ear. He let his manhood press firmly against Eileen’s curvy backside, pressing the German woman into the canvas for the rollup. He bit his lip as Eileen writhed against him, her ample cheeks pressing against him as she bucked him off, right after the one. The fans sounded shocked, Eileen having been brought low even for a one-count being major news. Blanco staggered back up to his feet, his body thoroughly enticed by grinding against Eileen in the rollup, taking on the heady rush of dominating her even for a second!

Meanwhile, Holly was reveling in the sight of it. Her man had brought the smug redhead low, even for a second, and the British Bombshell was eating it up. “Yeah!” Holly cried out, jumping off her feet, ample curves bouncing up and down as she celebrated the moment. “Take her down, Mister!”

Blanco rolled up again and could see the rage on Eileen’s face. He knew he had to keep on the German dominatrix, not giving her a moment to breathe. Blanco slid over Eileen’s body, his firm figure sliding across her curves, trying to trap her against the mat as he slid one arm beneath her arm, and the other around her neck!

[Devilish53]

Unable to lay eyes upon the taunting beauty to the side, Eileen could however hear the mocking cries of Holly, which only further bridled the woman's rage. On her front, she'd need the briefest of moments to affirm herself back into the match; body tensing after falling flat, that pin thoroughly broken as a metre or so lay between the two.

A metre quickly cut by her male foe, as Eileen was soon set upon behind!

Arm and neck as quickly snagged as could be, Eileen's head came back a bit as her teeth bared, eyes shooting pure hate at a target she couldn't directly see, with Blanco locking in that reverse choke-like hold relatively quickly.

Unsurprisingly not at all eager to simply lay still and allow such a hold to be wrenched, Eileen tried for what she could with that free arm. Thrusting it back as much as she could into her male foes sides, she'd add to those sharp elbows by bucking her figure without end, in an effort to kick Blanco off her!

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco slid over Eileen in one fluid motion, his firm body keeping her generous German curves low until he was on top of her, locking up her arm and neck. A chill ran through Blanco’s spine as his manhood slid over the bouncy, firm curves of Eileen’s ass, the distraction slowing him down by just a moment.

At ringside, however, Holly was only cognizant of her man taking control of that mouthy redhead. The buxom British Bombshell clapped and preened, taking immense pride in the moment. She squared her shoulders, presenting her bust as she held her head high and clapped along with Eileen’s seeming domination- and coming to an abrupt stop as the German woman struck back!

“AAAGH!” Blanco grunted, as the first of Eileen’s elbow strikes connected with his ribs. The hits rocked his body, and Eileen bucked against him. Keeping his grip seemed impossible, and Blanco knew that keeping the hold was a lost cause. Still, the feeling of her body writhing beneath his, her curves hitting up against his firm figure again and again, was too much to let go. Rolling back, Blanco went onto his side. He kept Eileen’s figure tucked tight against him however, at least for now, trying to pull the gorgeous redhead over with him. He hung onto his grip of her neck and arm, and tried to add a body scissor, clamping his muscular legs around her waist and grinding against her ass, a desperate attempt to keep her under control.

[Devilish53]

Eileen's fury could only grow, her strikes could only turn fiercer, and her cheeks could only go redder, as Blanco refused to budge on that hold. With every second that passed Eileen threw another horrendously sharp elbow, but with the force behind them, such strikes soon became a double edged sword, shown when the redhead began to turn a little weary from going ballistic so. To make matters worse, Eileen's firm core was soon snagged with a scissors, turning the restraint into a variant of a hold not unlike her finisher, which further boiled the redheads temper. And all of that wasn't even taking into account the fact Eileen could very much feel the sensation upon her firm rear and lower back...

"You...you dare..!" She'd mutter, though coughing as she snagged her hands instead on that grip around her neck, as opposed to resuming with the chipping away of her male foes core. Her legs, with their feet still flat to the ground, wouldn't cease in their efforts to jostle and shake, despite the inadvertent effects on Blanco. She'd simply make him pay for all this later, she figured.

I she could secure a firm enough grip upon the very mitts that bound her neck, the ever unfair redhead would soon seek to use the rocking motion and general inability for the referee to see clear through the chaos to latch onto a finger or two, and try to bend it beyond what was painful!