Meeting of Leaders (For luncha_libre)

[Teenwrestler]

Despite Trent Master's being quite sure of himself, that perhaps he could equal the wrestling ability of his much experienced opponent, La Santa Tigresa found it rather easy to subdue and out-wrestle her opponent. The Masterpiece was down on his back, trapped in a painful figure four headscissors. She would show off her skill and strength by really clenching her thighs and rocking back on her ass to really put pressure, making Trent moan in pain louder and louder. However, Trent would make sure he didn't make it easy for Santa to stay in control, as he rocked his body side to side while striking her thigh with a couple of still palm strike.

Santa was clearly taken back by his offence, as she growled back at him and mentioned his own discontent at being trapped like that. Trent would continue with his strikes in an effort to escape but Santa had other plans. With a rock of her hips, she took a slightly elevated position by pressing her palms against the ring mats to rise up, raising her thighs and Trent's captured head as well before bucking down and slamming the back of his head against the ring mat before letting go, rolling over onto her knee and began to massage her thigh.

Trent would roll over onto his belly, clutching the back of his head as he moaned in pain. "Ahhh owww...." he grunted before slowly rising up onto his knee and noticing La Santa doing the same, he gave her a nod before rising back up on his feet. Trent would adjust his briefs, his neck noticeably a bit red from the headlock and scissors and his body glistening in sweat. "Wow...I should have expected a tough match against someone like you....but this isn't over. I am going to win Santa" he said, offering his hand in respect and then to issue another challenge for a lock up.

[Luncha_Libre]

At all times, Santa Tigresa kept her eyes firmly on the body of her opponent. Trent had proven to be a game competitor, even if the luchadora had been in control for a good portion of this match. Despite that, Trent seemed confident, and seemed to have the skills to back that confidence up. Even as the Tigresa clamped down on his head with her thick, powerful thighs, Trent struggled against her. She watched his lean-muscled body writhe in her grip, heard his moans, and struggled to keep him under control, until the strikes had started.

Spiking Trent’s head into the canvas might have seemed like a rough move, but Santa Tigresa simply knew she couldn’t just let go of a competitor like Trent. He seemed to be looking to make a name for himself on the masked wrestler, even if this were only a spar, and she knew he’d be up for taking any opening.

La Santa watched Trent closely after they both rose to their feet. With a brush of her hand, she wiped sweat from her heaving cleavage, the effort of keeping the young man down starting to wear on her. La Santa stretched her hip-hugging tights away from her thighs, letting her skin breathe, then snapped them back into place. The Tigresa threw her increasingly sweat-matted hair to one side, readying herself. Still, Trent offered a lock-up, and Santa Tigresa wouldn’t back down.

“We’re only just starting, Trent,” the Tigresa growled, as she approached his offered grip. “And I have a feeling we still have a long way to go!” With that, Santa Tigresa accepted the lock-up, snaking her fingers between his and pressing. Shifting her hips low to try and pull Trent down a little, Santa Tigresa’s muscles flexed and tensed. Her thighs and buns tightened as she pulled at Trent, wanting to throw him off balance and begin this new lock-up with the same control she’d enjoyed all match.

[Teenwrestler]

Trent knew what he was getting into, facing La Santa Tigresa would not be an easy task and when he asked her to not treat this as a training session but a full on match, Santa would up her game and really begin to show him how capable she was of out-wrestling the young man. She out-grappled him, countered his countered and now had him trapped in a figure four headscissors. Trent would not back down, fighting back hard as his forearms smacked into her thighs which was enough for her to let him go, after slamming the back of his head onto the mat by the use of her legs wrapped around him.

Trent would groan in pain but soon roll away, getting back up on his knees and eventually back up on his feet. Trent would speak out to Santa, praising her while adjusting his briefs. This allowed Santa to take a breather as well, wiping the thin sheen of sweat around her chest and adjusting her own briefs. After a flick of her hair and a response to his words, the two would again lunge in for a lock up. "Nghh you're right about that" he agreed with her, as they went back and forth in the grapple for a brief moment.

Trent would notice that Tigresa would pull Trent in towards her rather than push him back, he knew she was trying something clever. "Not this time" he would hiss as he would let go of the grapple and immediately shift positions, going behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind for a tight waistlock, compressing her waist against his strong arms. "I want to be as good as you are. Better, in fact" he said as his sweaty body pressed against her back.

[Luncha_Libre]

Santa Tigresa kept a keen eye on this young man. Thus far, he had weather her blows well. She’d managed to out-grapple him, but he kept his cool. A lesser man would have gotten flustered, would have gotten angry and sloppy. Or worse, become hopeless and given up entirely. Trent continued to fight as well as he could, and while the Tigresa mostly had the upper hand, she was still rather impressed with him.

Santa Tigresa hoped she could hold up as well. From organizing travel for the younger members of Las Superestrellas, she was a little out of shape. Getting back into the gym had been a priority, and now she was getting one hell of a workout. Fortunately, her body was holding up. But Trent was younger, hungrier- could she keep up with him for as long as she needed to?

Locking up, Santa Tigresa would flex and hold her ground. She wanted to test Trent, see where he was after the last exchange had left him floored. Her arms flexed, her chest swelled against her too-tight ring gear as she struggled against him. The Tigresa bit her lip, shoulders beginning to quiver just as she pushed him back, and he responded- by shifting gears to get right behind her!

“Damn!” the Tigresa hissed, as she felt Trent’s toned arms clamp down around her waist. She shifted, her thick behind grinding against him a moment as she tried to shake him off. Unfortunately, his surprise had given him the advantage, and her held her body tight. She could feel his muscular pecs against her back, making her wince as his body threatened to dominate hers.

“Same goes for you,” Santa Tigresa said, between grunts. She kept shifting her hips, trying to bluff that she was looking for an escape that way. However, the Tigresa would reach back in a swift motion, locking her hands around the back of Trent’s head. Shifting her body forward, thrusting her ass hard at his abdomen as she turned, Santa Tigresa would clasp onto Trent’s skull and attempt to take him over her hips and flip him down to the mat with a rear headlock takedown!

[Teenwrestler]

The difference in experience and skill was clear. While Trent had no problem in taking in her offence in the start, being on the defensive and being out-grappled, the blue brief clad wrestler couldn't keep on the defensive for too long. Eventually, Santa would wear him down with her offence. So, Trent decided to switch things up and for a while it did work in his favour. The Masterpiece would break away from the grapple to get in behind, this time locking her in a tight waistlock. He squeezed his firm arms around her hippy frame, he would do his best to try and shake her around and tire her out in a simple yet effective submission hold. He knew he wasn't going to get a submission out of this but he could at least leave her short of breath for his next move.

Santa and Trent continued to converse, getting to know each other, in between their wrestling. She would begin to shift her hip and try to escape and Trent would readjust his grip and keep her firmly trapped."You're not going to escape that wa-Uughhhhh" just as Trent said that her butt rammed back into his abdomen, knocking the wind out of him and making his grip loosen up. In one swift motion, Santa's arm would go back and wrap around his head before the Tigresa would bent forward and flip him over her hip, sending him down to the mat with a rear headlock take down.

*THUD*

Trent's back hit the mats hard and he sat up in a seated position, clutching his back and moaning in pain. Once again, the young man was totally out-grappled by the experienced luchadora. "Urggh...oww,shit" he cursed.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Nnngh! Rrrgh!” Santa Tigresa couldn’t help but growl and groan a little as Trent took her by the waist and started trying to grind her down. The strong young man had a firm body, and now he was putting it to good use by driving the air out of her. The move was meant more to wear Santa Tigresa down than to make her tap out, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be effective. The Tigresa knew she had to act fast, and fortunately, Trent’s repartee allowed her the window to do exactly that! Flipping him over her hip, Santa Tigresa snapped the young man’s head up and over, sending him crashing to the canvas!

“HAAHH!” La Santa half-snarled, half-laughed, as she tried to push her advantage. Seeing Trent land in a seated position, pain probably shooting up his spine, she lunged on him. The experienced luchadora snapped a rear headlock around him, trapping the young man in place. Her warm bust would engulf the back of Trent’s head as La Santa went to pull him tight. The Tigresa wanted to make certain the young man couldn’t move, and to impede his breathing, but she made certain she wasn’t directly choking him out.

“Okay, young man!” La Santa snarled, directly in his ear. “Looks like you’re in trouble! What do you do about this, eh? Smart boy like you, you can figure it out, right?” Santa Tigresa’s tone was challenging, with an edge to it, but not entirely harsh. She maintained the hold, looking to work him over- while maybe getting a chance to catch her own breath. Now, she just wanted to see what he would do about this! At least, once the cursing young man finally regained his composure.

[Teenwrestler]

While Trent was having a good time wrestling Santa Tigresa, he had to admit that the veteran luchadora was overwhelming him when it came to wrestling ability. He had hoped his strength would catch her off guard and for a few moments it seemed as if it did. She struggled to cope up with some of his submissions but when she got in her stride, it was only a matter of moments before she used her experience to counter. The waistlock was a good example of this, the Masterpiece squeezed her as much as he could but soon he was flipped over her hip and brought down on his back in a excellent hip toss.

He took a moment to recover and shifted up on to a seated position but Santa offered him no more relief, quickly going down behind him and wrapping her arm around his head in a rear headlock. Trent once again found himself out-grappled by the superior wrestler. She would pull his head back, squeezing it too, his head pressed against her warm bosom while he moaned in pain. "Arrghhh shit" he hissed in pain, wriggling about and kicking his legs on the mat. Trent hear Santa speak directly in his ear, he offered no response but a loud moan. Soon, the blue brief clad wrestler would bring his hands up to grab at Santa's fingers, trying to pry her hands off his head. "Ugh...no matter what I do....urghhh y-you always out-grapple me...." he hissed, looking to try and get back up on his feet and pull Santa up on hers as well.

Trent was starting to see what years of experience does for you, he respected her before but now he truly knew how capable of a wrestler she was. Still, he wasn't going to let her dominate him like that. He was going to honour their commitment when they began this match. The pair got back up on their feet and Trent would look to fire a couple of elbow shots back into Santa's sides in an attempt to get free.

[Luncha_Libre]

Grappling with Trent drew some grunts and groans out of Santa Tigresa, but the luchadora remained in control of the young man. Her curvy frame was dominating him, throwing him around the ring while she remained on top of him. While this had only been a practice session, the two had brought a great deal of intensity to the bout. Trent had applied all of his locks expertly, his moves taking a toll on the Tigresa, and it had taken every bit of skill and effort she had to keep him from pinning her down.

“NNngh, come on, Trent,” Santa Tigresa grunted, as she grinded his head against her chest. “You can tap out and end this, any time!” The Tigresa teased, but she knew Trent was too proud to just give up like that. Instead, she compressed his head against her warm body, trying to force the air out of the young man and weaken him. Trent’s kicking and flailing made it tough to keep him under control, forcing Santa Tigresa to roll over with him in an effort to keep him grounded. However, his frustrations led to him digging at her hands, changing the game entirely!

“AAAH!” Santa Tigresa cried out as Trent’s hands dug into her own and forced her to break the hold. She could hear the frustration in his voice, realizing that things were starting to get much more intense. “AOW! AAGH! AARRRRGH!” Santa Tigresa released Trent, but now there wasn’t much she could do as he fired back with elbow shots. Each one rocked the Tigresa’s body, battering her ribs, sending her into convulsions of pain as Trent pummeled her now helpless frame!

“AARGH, damn!” Santa Tigresa wailed. Clutching her aching ribs, the luchadora tried to roll off of Trent. Quivering in pain, La Santa would nurse her aching ribs as she rolled off to her side. Unfortunately, that left the rest of her struggling figure completely open to Trent.

[Teenwrestler]

Being tossed around by the much experienced Santa Tigresa was not a thing he had in his schedule today but he didn't feel too embarrassed or frustrated about it. After being slammed down onto his ass to a seated position, Santa would trap him in a rear headlock and ask him to submit. Trent was no slouch and this was the perfect chance to show Santa Tigresa how good of a wrestler he is. After latching onto her fingers that were scrunched up against his face, he would slowly try to pry them off while wriggling about. Santa would roll with him, not giving him an easy time to escape. He tried to escape but she would lean onto him and continue to boss him in the grapple.

"I wont submit!" he growled, refusing to give into Santa's mental game. After throwing a couple of elbow strikes into her ribs, he managed to break free from the submission and Santa would roll off him, nursing her aching ribs and shifting to her side. This was Trent's chance to show Santa some of his submissions. He would quickly roll over onto all fours, grabbing Santa by the head and pull her back up onto her feet while rising back up onto his own. Trent knew that her ribs were slightly hurt and he would focus on them, The Masterpiece would lean into Santa, pressing his warm, sweaty body up against her while wrapping his arms around her waist and began to squeeze her in a bearhug submission to compress her body as tightly as he could.

Trent would grunt in effort, deciding against picking Santa up off of her feet and instead he would lean onto her body while squeezing her. His head rested on her left shoulder while he focused on squeezing her out. "Nrrghhh I would have loved to wrestle you when you were young Ms. Tigresa! You just cant last in the ring anymore! Please, submit" he asked.

[Luncha_Libre]

Santa Tigresa was working up a sweat while she was working over Trent. The young rookie seemed a bit behind her in technical acumen, but he was still young, firmer-bodied, and very unwilling to give up to her just yet. The Tigresa hadn’t really given thought to the idea of Trent defeating her in this sparring match, but he was certainly making her work to keep him under control.

Of course, that was before the young man surged, rocking the Tigresa’s curves with some stiff elbow strikes so that he could take control of the bout! The Tigresa groaned in pain as she nursed her aching ribs, and she self-consciously realized that she was foolishly giving Trent a clear target by nursing her ribs. A target that the younger man took no time in exploiting!

“Damn,” Santa Tigresa hissed, wincing as Trent hoisted her back up to her feet. The hippy woman tried to squirm away from him, but she was hardly in shape to struggle, not even really being ready to be back up on her feet! Instead, Trent had no problem getting his firm arms around her waist, clamping down on him for a bearhug that had Santa Tigresa crying out in agony!

“AAARGH!” La Tigresa cried, “Aaarrrrgh!” La Santa tried to push Trent off, her hands bracing his broad shoulders, but he held on tight. Her soft body was squished tightly against his firm pecs and abs, her body grinding against his while her ribs were compressed. Worse, however, were the words the young man was saying. The Tigresa blushed, self-conscious at being called old, the implication of her being past her prime. The words stung, nearly as much as her aching ribs! Still, when Trent asked her to submit, Santa Tigresa remained silent, shaking her head in protest. The Tigresa’s thick thighs wrapped around Trent’s waist, desperate for support, even as her arms started to fade and droop, strength beginning to leave the Tigresa’s body under pressure of Trent’s grip!