Blanco Sombre v Eileen Sommers: Make or Break

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco Sombre’s muscular figure trembled as he sought to push Eileen off of himself, the buxom redhead being tough to fend off. Finally, however, he managed to push the German woman away, lifting his shoulders up off the mat. The technique he used, however, put more than a little pressure on his neck, a pain he keenly felt even as Eileen pulled herself free from his leg lock!

Blanco took the opportunity to kip up to his feet, getting off the canvas. “Aaagh,” Blanco moaned, wrapping an arm around the back of his neck as he leaned into the ropes. Beneath his mask, he was wincing, betraying the fact that he was hurting.

Biting back any further moans of pain, Blanco turned his back to the ropes, and leaned into them. He stretched out his spine this way for a moment, rolling his shoulders. His lean upper body flexed, as he rolled his head side to side.

“Mister, are you okay?” Holly asked, pulling herself up onto the ring apron. The British valet wrapped an arm around Blanco’s upper chest, while she took his arm in her hand and looked over the scratches left by Eileen’s sharp claws. “Oooh, poor Mister …” Holly whimpered, while Blanco let his body sink into hers for comfort. The luchador was now perfectly distracted, getting a much needed breather, even if he was leaving himself totally open …

[Devilish53]

Blanco resting against the ropes?

Ideal and then some.

The fact Holly opted to step onto the ring itself for some cute moment of theirs?

Eileen could barely hold herself back from adopting an look straight from a psychopath filled horror movie. Her breathing picking up, the redhead quickly began to prepare herself for something big, before kicking off her feet at a moments notice.

Having made quite the bit of distance, what with her own motions for freedom combined with the fact Blanco had gone to the far side of the ring, Eileen had the space to work with and then some. Pacing as rapidly as she could it was only as she closed the distance did she kick off her feet once more, though primarily with her left.

Raising her right up and out, she sought to drive her boot as sternly as humanly possible, right into the base of Blanco's spine.

At best, she'd not only outright cripple her male foe, but near enough send him into Holly with momentum and then some.

At worse, Blanco would hear the pacing redhead coming, and move out of the way. Only to leave Holly herself victim to that jumping boot of hers!

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco Sombre getting a mid-match check over wasn't usually necessary, but the lunchador was taken aback at how much the redheaded German was pushing him. Worse, now Holly was getting worked up, looking over the fresh scratches on his arms.

"I can't believe the little slag!" Holly gasped, though she was clearly overreacting. She turned Blanco toward her to look him over, that panic making her almost forget there was a match going on!

"Look, I'm good ..." Blanco said, trailing off was he watches Holly. His eyes went straight to the British Bombshell's bust, reminding him of his he'd been feeling rather painfully distracted through the entire match. "Just, uh, just fine ..." He stammered a little, feeling his manhood press against his ring pants ...

With all this distraction, Blanco unfortunately didn't recognize the sounds of Eileen's boots pounding the mat. He wouldn't have realized she was there at all, until Holly caught the flash of movement, and shoved Blanco out of the way- move which protected him, but left her catching Eileen's kick straight to her belly!

"Hoofff!!!" Holly grunted, soft belly squished by the kick, dropping her to the floor below. Hitting the ground with an undignified thud, Holly was laid out, spread eagle, skirt riding up high enough to give a flash of panty. Blanco hung to the to rope, shocked, and totally open, as he tried to assess the damage.

[Devilish53]

"Woa-hohohoho!" Eileen near enough burst into tears laughing as she sent Holly on her unmerry way; her kick somewhat pinging off the woman whom she had earned the scorn of so far, to complete quite the fluid spin back onto her feet in order to face her actual opponent. Though, she'd still tilt her head, with her eyes firmly on the woman planted flat upon the outside now.

"That'll make you second guess interfering again..." She'd muse to herself, hand to her hip as she soon began to sway towards the male infront of her. A completely casual attitude about her, as her hands came upon Blanco at quite the leisurely pace indeed, seeking a collar and elbow tie up of sorts to yank him away from the safety of the ropes.

"Don't you worry...I'll make sure she's okay right after this..." She'd grin, her head not more than a few inches from Blanco's own with that whisper, as she sought to bring her knee cleanly into his gut to wooze him further.

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco winced at the sight of Holly knocked into the dirty. The British Bombshell was hurting, dropped with her skirt hiked up. Lulling lazily, Holly managed to roll onto her aching belly, leaving her round ass jiggling in the wind as she suffered the blow with as little dignity as possible. Blanco didn’t know if Eileen was serious about ‘taking care’ of the British girl later, but the look beneath his mask betrayed that he was worried.

“Damnit,” Blanco cursed, trying to get his head back in the match. Sizing the redhead up, Blanco could see how casual she looked as she came in for a lock up, and the luchador was looking to take advantage. However, before he could get his mind back in the match and get things moving again, Eileen’s knee shot up into his abs, collapsing them!

“Hhnnngh!” Blanco grunted, as Eileen rocked his body. Blanco wanted to come up with a rejoinder to Eileen’s threat, but he couldn’t even talk. Winded, arms lazily hanging at his sides, it was clear to all in the arena that the luchador’s body was putty in the hands of the German dominatrix! Blanco braced his hands against Eileen’s thighs, as his winded body pressed into her for support. Weakly, perhaps desperately, he tried to shove the redhead back for some much-needed room- though after taking all of that blow, it would remain to be seen if he had the strength!

[Devilish53]

Eileen unsurprisingly stayed latched, almost like a parasite, to whatever bit of Blanco she could snap onto as those arms came up for that modest push. After driving her knee into her male foe and near enough forcing every bit of air out, she wasn't going to let this moment go to waste lightly!

Smugly grinning to herself, she'd snap her arms back to Blanco's shoulders only after pulling herself closer still. Nearly bumping her heavy chest against her male foe yet again, the redhead saw her efforts put towards trying to pull Blanco's head down, once more against her thighs. A scissor early on had done wonders in ruining the victims reserves and breathing, and this time, Eileen was determined for the move to be put on Blanco this time!

Her legs seeking to wrap around Blanco the moment his head was low enough, for a standing variant!

[Luncha_Libre]

“Hnngh,” Blanco moaned, trying to fend off Eileen and failing. Blanco looked up just in time to see Eileen’s ample chest, tauntingly close to him, distracting the luchador and making it easy for her to shove his head down between her thighs. Trapped, Blanco felt them compress his head, grinding him down!

Eileen stood imperiously over Blanco, while all he could do was squirm beneath her thighs. “Aaaugh,” Blanco groaned miserably, falling to his knees as Eileen squeezed him down. Her domination left him feeling humiliated, her control absolute. He suffered there for several moments, hands gripping her outside legs, trying to control his breathing despite the smothering heat engulfing him from Eileen’s curvy legs.

Finally, Blanco’s hazy mind formed something of a plan. He slid his hands down Eileen’s thighs, coming down to the backs of her knees. He worked slowly, trying to focus on his breathing while she crushed him in the standing head scissor. Once he got his hands behind Eileen’s knees, however, the luchador would pull tight, trying to push himself up off his own knees and force the curvaceous redhead back toward the ropes! Assuming, of course, he could muster the strength to move her, in his condition!

[Devilish53]

Despite the fact her thighs were clamped tight upon Blanco's skull, Eileen had no intention on fighting for this hold should her male foe put up enough of a fight. Flexing every few seconds, feeling the hot breaths of Blanco forcibly squeezed out from his cheeks, Eileen would hold her foes hips and take note of what she could through sight and feel alike what those hands down low were doing. Should Blanco go for a trip, or even worse a lift, Eileen would simply seek to up the ante somewhat with a rather impressive if uncharacteristic move.

And the moment those hands hooked upon her thighs, sliding slowly but surely downwards, Eileen opted to go for it.

"Idiot..." Is all she'd mutter, as she suddenly loosened up the pressure fully, instead putting force on her heels as opposed to her thighs. Quickly tucking her head forward and hooking her arms around Blanco's hips even more firmly, Eileen looked to pull Blanco's top half up and back forcibly as she jumped forward and down.

Her intentions soon becoming clear, as a woman whom had previously been devoid of mostly athletic manoeuvres in this encounter opted to unleash a sunset-flip power bomb of sorts!

One that whilst devoid of a grand drop at the end on Blanco's back that would numb and cripple him outright, would serve as the perfect spot for Eileen to try and hook those legs up and over, to follow through with a immediate pin!

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco could feel the compression of Eileen’s thighs around his head, making his vision blur and his breath increasingly short. If he couldn’t formulate a counter quickly, Blanco didn’t know how much longer he could survive this!

Blanco was prepared to try and unbalance Eileen when he felt the pressure released from his neck. Taking a deep breath, Blanco pushed himself upward, not wanting to miss his opportunity to unseat the dominant redhead. Unfortunately, Eileen wouldn’t give him that chance, hooking her arms around his body, jumping forward and throwing both of them end over end!

“Merde!” Blanco cried out, as he was flipped end over end. The last thing he expected from a woman like Eileen, the sunset flip would throw Blanco up into the air, bringing his head and shoulders crashing down on the mat and leaving in a heap beneath Eileen! The crowd went wild for the move, enough so to rouse Holly from her spot in the dirt below.

“Wh-what …?” Holly moaned, pushing herself up in time to see the aftermath of the move, with Blanco splattered into the mat, legs up in the air with Eileen settled on top of him. “David!” she gasped, slipping up again and getting up without a thought, scrambling to the apron without even pulling her skirt back down, ass hanging out as she waited with baited breath to see if Blanco was still even conscious!

“Oooaah …” Blanco moaned, squirming in pain beneath Eileen. The ref was coming down, to start a count. Blanco had taken a fair share of sunset flips in his time, but this one had some out of nowhere, and rocked him.

“ONE!” Called the ref, pounding the mat. Holly slapped the apron, calling out encouragement that Blanco’s punch-drunk ears couldn’t fully catch. Instead, the luchador focused on his core, thrusting his hips away from Eileen, pouring his strength into a kickout attempt that would hopefully unseat Eileen from on top of him.

[Devilish53]

Eileen practically cried in joy at that rarely used flip of hers; the redhead unable to recall if she had even used such a pinfall attempt in LAW prior to now. Lack of use however didn't seem to stifle its effectiveness mind, as the sheer shock of suddenly being thrown over with shoulders-pinned after only a second ago being on his feet seemingly stunned Blanco!

Though, to her outright annoyance, not even long enough for a two count!

"You..." She'd mutter to herself, bucked with such force that she was sent into a small roll, though one she quickly stopped as she came up to one knee. Her right hand raising to wipe it across her cheek, the fact Eileen had begun to sweat from physical exertion only added to her growing frustrations with her male foe. The fact he had outright not fallen to his back and demanded for mercy was insult enough to her!