Meeting of Leaders (For luncha_libre)

[Teenwrestler]

Trent was now firmly in control of this match. The Masterpiece had suffered a bad start against the Tigresa,however he had some good offence in. Now, he was firmly in control. After elbowing her sides, the Masterpiece would counter Santa's submission with his own by trapping her in a bearhug submission. Trent's body would press up against Santa's, their sweaty frames pressed tight and grinding against each other. Trent's chiseled frame would be up against Santa's own hippy frame, with Trent doing everything to control her body from not escaping his grasps. His arms compressed her waist, squeezing her harder and harder to target her ribs. His own body leaning onto her, with her breasts mushrooming up against his pecs.

He didn't mind the proximity of the two, despite how sweaty the two had gotten- it was only natural. Trent was impressed that the veteran had lasted this long in such a painful submission move. However, signs of her wear had started to show. Her moans became screams and he body couldn't really power its way out, Trent pretty much thought he had won this spar. Her body started to fall limp almost, her legs would wrap themselves around Trent's waist for support.

"ARGH" Trent growled, pouring the pressure as he would really tighten the submission- even shaking her body around left and right. "Give up Ms. Tigresa. Please, I don't want to hurt you! There's no shame in admitting defeat to a younger wrestler so GIVE UP" he roared, getting concerned about her as she almost felt as if she was going to get KO'ed by him.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Rrrrggh!!” Santa Tigresa’s frustrated roars were starting to get weaker. The veteran luchadora’s body was quivering, as she sank into Trent. The young man’s bearhug was grinding the life out of her, leaving her feeling heavier and heavier. The Tigresa’s head was bowed, her chin resting against her cleavage, as her breasts pressed firmly into Trent’s strong shoulder. The Tigresa’s legs were still wrapped around Trent for support, and the Tigresa flexed them a few times. If she could have managed a body scissor, she might have had a counter. Instead, she only hung there, warm thighs struggling to remain pressed against him.

“Nnnnnnuhh, nnooo …” La Santa moaned, at Trent’s demands to give up. He wasn’t wrong; there really wouldn’t be any shame in losing to a powerful, younger man like him. If this had been a real match, with a referee to stop the action, he might have even claimed the victory already. However, the thought disgusted the Tigresa. She’d come to LAW for a new start, and being here now, like this, reminded her all too well of another defeat she’d suffered at the hands of a strong young man. A memory that filled her head, made her bite her lip, and spurred her to start moving her arms.

“Rrrgh, NO!” Santa Tigresa cried out, raising her arms high into the air. With a sharp motion, the luchadora would bring both elbows down hard onto Trent’s shoulders, right at the base of his neck, trying to hit him hard enough to force a break. There was a fury in the Tigresa’s eyes as she stared at Trent, the fire in her sparking back up!

[Teenwrestler]

Trent Masters had La Santa trapped in a sweaty bearhug. His arms crushed her body as he kept squeezing her harder and harder each time she refused to submit. Her roars and struggling started to get weaker, her body felt weak now. No longer was she the confident female veteran who was out-grappling the young man, now she quivered in his arms and was almost unconscious. Trent's words didn't seem to get to her, she kept struggling and refused to answer him. Her legs around his waist served no purpose at all bu to simply hang onto him.

"Come on Ms. Tigresa, I don't want to hurt you. I have too much respect for you to see you like this anymore, just give up and accept it" he pleaded, wanting to tell her in a nice way that she was way past her time. Once again she refused, repeating the words "NO" before her arms were raised high in the air and suddenly her elbows struck his shoulders. ""AHHHHHH Shit...." Trent cried out from the sudden jolt of pain. The elbow strikes were enough for the Masterpiece to release the Tigresa, as he staggered backwards towards the ring ropes. His back pressed against the ring ropes as he took a moment to recover and was impressed that she managed to escape the submission.

"Urgh, seems I was wrong about you Tigresa." he said, hissing. Trent would roll his shoulders, trying to get that stinging feeling away.

[Luncha_Libre]

The pleading words from Trent only made Santa Tigresa’s cheeks burn beneath her mask. The young man was squeezing the life out of her while practically begging her to admit defeat. The pity that Santa Tigresa could feel coming from her only added to her mounting anger, her heart pounding harder and harder as the continued dominance shamed her. All of these feelings boiled over and added to the force with which La Santa pounded her elbows hard into Trent’s shoulders!

La Santa pounded into his shoulders again and again, forcing the sharp edge of her elbow into Trent’s traps, weakening his grip on her body. Finally, the pain was enough to knock his grip loose, and force the young man to head back to the ropes. As soon as she was released, Santa Tigresa spilled to the floor. Falling to all fours, the Tigresa’s chest heaved against her tights as she gasped for air. Her body shuddered, shoulders glistening with sweat. Santa Tigresa pushed herself up to her knees, hugging her curvy midsection as she tried to figure out just how much damage Trent had just done to her ribs. “Nnngh,” the Tigresa moaned, shaking her head.

“A lot of men have underestimated me,” La Santa growled. “Not many make that mistake twice!” With a low grunt, the Tigresa pushed herself up to a knee, then got on her feet. The luchadora stood tall, swayed on her legs. Her continued to take deep breaths, hoping to recover as much air as she could, but she still struck a wrestling stance. Despite her aching, heaving body, the Tigresa refused to let on any more weakness than necessary!

[Teenwrestler]

Trent felt bad, he sense Santa Tigresa was in a lot of pain and pleaded her to give up. It was ironic that the man who was hurting her in the submission was the same man who pleaded for her safety and asked her to give up. Trent would squeeze mercilessly and when all was lost for the veteran, she suddenly caught her second wind and began to fight back. Her elbows dug into his shoulders repeatedly and soon he was forced to let her go, dropping her down while staggering back.

While Trent backed up into the ring ropes, rolling his shoulders, Santa would be in a lot worse position than Trent and it was obvious when Trent saw her down on all fours. He would raise an eyebrow when she struggled to get up on her knees and when she did, she soon moaned in pain and shook her head, refusing to back down and spoke to him about how many have underestimated her and that mot many men make the mistake of underestimating her twice. She soon got up to her feet, still in a wrestling stance and ready to wrestle. Trent would grit his teeth before lunging at the woman, locking up with her in a fierce clinch, pressing their sweaty bodies against each other.

"Tell me Tigresa, what hurts more? The realization that you can't keep up with the younger wrestlers?" he grunted, leaning into her, trying to out-grapple her. "Or is it the fact that you'll never be able to face anyone at your best anymore?! You can't win" he growled.

[Luncha_Libre]

When Trent released the Tigresa’s body, she fell to the mat in a heap. The curvaceous Latina warrior wrapped both arms around her aching ribs as she gasped for air, her heaving bosom barely constrained by her tights as she fought for air. The Tigresa hissed through clenched teeth, knowing all too well what the bear hug had taken out of her. Even for a seasoned competitor, a submission hold like that could be deadly. Now, she had to fight her way back from the very brink!

Still, the Tigresa felt that fire, a burning desire to compete. She had warned Trent from considering her down and out, and she had offered another challenge. A challenge with Trent met swiftly, the young man’s toned body not hesitating to hook up with the Tigresa once again. Their arms locked, and Santa Tigresa let out a low, rumbling growl of effort as her body surged forward. Her ample curves sank into Trent, her warm body pressing up against him as her shoulders tensed, her glutes flexed, and she pressed back.

“Nnngh!” The Tigresa growled again, as Trent sought to mock her. Like many men, he thought that the luchadora was past her prime. That she’d let too many years go by, before seeking her glory. The accusation burned her cheeks, beneath the mask. Enough that the luchadora found new fire, new anger behind her movements. Not willing to let Trent’s words go unchallenged, Santa Tigresa pressed her soft chest up against him, firmly, breasts mushrooming against his pecs. As she did so, the Tigresa shifted her legs, stepping around him as she swung her shoulders. Bending at her wide hips, the Tigresa looked to push Trent’s momentum aside, and fling him down to the mat with a simple judo throw, to show him that La Santa could still grapple!

[Teenwrestler]

Despite Santa's strong start, these last few moments were being dominated by the leader of the Dominion faction. Trent would crush Santa in his bearhug, squeezing her harder and harder and at one point, it felt as if she was going to get knocked out if she didn't tap out soon. However, his words seem to ignite a fire within the Latina's heart, giving her new energy and purpose to fight on. She would fight her way out and Trent was forced to release her, staggering back into the ring ropes. Both wrestlers were tired and sweaty but were still roaring to go on. Trent and Santa took their moment to catch their breath before Trent challenged her to another grapple.

Tigresa would accept the younger mans challenge and the two locked up in a fierce grapple. Trent began to dominate the early exchange in the grapple, leaning into her and pushing her back. However, as he once more challenged her resolve to wrestle- Tigresa had enough. This time, she would press her sweaty body against his own, not letting an inch of space between the two and pushed back. Trent gritted his teeth and pushed as well, both wrestlers going hard tooth and nail in the grapple.

"Nrrghh you sought to lecture me earlier, then WHY?! why are you silent now" he hissed. In that moment, Tigresa would thrust her hip to the side and grunt in effort, shifting the grapple and tossing Trent on the ground in a simple judo throw. *THUD*

Trent would groan in pain as his back slammed against the ring mat and he shifted to a seated position, clutching his lower back while hissing in pain. "Ahhhh" he cried out.

[Luncha_Libre]

Beneath her mask, Santa Tigresa’s cheeks were burning hot. She would never admit as much aloud, but the Tigresa had been embarrassed by Trent in the last several minutes of this spar. Her strength had been neutralized by his bear hug, his technique good enough to leave her gasping pitifully for air. It was a feeling that the Tigresa hated experiencing, and the memory of it would burn at the back of her mind for a good, long time. Now, however, she had to press forward. And, ideally, make him pay for that!

The two wrestlers had pressed together firm, their sweaty bodies grinding together as they tested their strength. Trent had just begun to overpower the Latina warrior, right before she revealed her true intentions. Instead of trying to match Trent for strength, a contest he would almost certainly win in the Tigresa’s current state, she wanted to lure him in. Then, in a snap movement, she shifted and flung the poor young man hard to the canvas!

“Hah!” Santa Tigresa gasped out a laugh as she heard Trent cry out. But the Tigresa wouldn’t let up. In a snap, she followed Trent to the mat. He was in a seated position, trying to recover, and the Tigresa wasn’t about to let that happen.

With a fluid motion, Santa Tigresa wrapped her hands around Trent’s chin and planted a knee against his back. His spine was easy to find, given his toned and muscular back. Santa Tigresa just had to put her knee straight against it, his body having to struggle against her powerful legs if he wanted to go anywhere. Meanwhile, her hands would clasp tight around his jaw, looking to crank on his neck with a painful chin lock!

“I’m silent,” Santa Tigresa hissed, as she leaned in, “because I am preparing to make you pay! When your opponent gets quiet, that’s when you need to be afraid!” La Santa hissed the words into Trent’s ear, as she leaned in. Her lips brushed against his ear, her hair sliding along his shoulder, her warm breasts pressing into his shoulder as she spoke.

[Teenwrestler]

Things were starting to get heated and intense, both wrestlers had exerted alot of effort and it was quite evident from their sweaty frames and the way they were panting. Once free from the bearhug, Trent sought to challenge Tigresa once more to a grapple battle. The two proud leaders locked horns and Trent was starting to take the advantage, pushing Santa back a couple of steps. However, the experienced luchadora would turn the tide in her favour, taking him down on the ring mats on his back with a perfect hip toss. His back smacked against the ring mats and he hissed in pain, shifting to a seated position.

Realizing her advantage, the Tigresa swooped in and wrapped her hands around the Masterpiece's chin while her knee pressed against his muscular back. "Nrgh" he grunted, trying to move around but his movements were restricted when she cranked his head backwards, making her knee grind against his back. Santa had locked in a painful chinlock and once again taken the advantage in their spar. "Ahhhh!" he cried out shaking his body left and right but finding no success.

As she leaned in close, her lips brushed against his ear and she replied to his earlier question, he felt a tickle on his shoulder when her damp hair slid along his shoulder while her breasts mushroomed against his shoulders. "S-Santa?! Urgh...AHHH" he moaned in pain. Trent brought his hands up to her fingers trying to pry them open while planting his boots firmly on the ring mats and trying to push up to his feet. "I-I....I can escape, this is nothing" he moaned.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Nothing?” Santa Tigresa said, lips brushing against Trent’s ear. “The way you’re moaning, it doesn’t sound like nothing!” The luchadora was glad to have the advantage again, after being roughly handled by Trent moments ago. Still, the young wrestler was clearly not to be trifled with, and he was struggling hard against La Santa’s grip. The veteran knew it was only a matter of time before Trent broke free of the chin lock.

So, it was time for something else. With her knee still planted against Trent’s spine, and her ample breasts still pressed firmly into his shoulder, Santa Tigresa went to shift her grip. Her hands would slide quickly across Trent’s jawline, until her bicep was right against the side of his face. With one swift motion, Santa Tigresa would transition into a side headlock, smothering half of Trent’s face against her bosom as she did so.

The Tigresa wouldn’t stop there, however. Turning with that move, La Santa would stand Trent up, wrenching on the hold to keep him in place. Then, once she was at her full height, La Santa would press her hip against the young man, grinding against him with her hot flesh, before wrenching on the hold and looking to swing Trent suddenly over her body!

If all went to plan, Santa Tigresa would plant the young man hard against the mat, keeping the headlock on, keeping her breasts pressed tight into his face and limiting his air. The side headlock takedown would likely be enough to surprise him, she figured, and smothering more of the fight out of him would be a true test of his skill!