Francisca "Devil Cat" Herrera vs Isaiah "The Prophet" Bowen

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"Aww, ain't you just adorable," Francisca crooned at Isaiah's not too surprising admission. Her prey started wriggling, trying to get away from her bearhug.

Not wanting to let him gain the upper hand, the Devil Cat released her grip before he could knock her off balance and leaped back out of Isaiah's reach. Hoping to catch him before he could get his breath back, she would rush away and bounce off the far ropes, flinging herself back across the ring and throwing herself horizontal, attempting to land a cross body on her opponent.

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Isaiah was trying to catch his breath when his opponent hit the cross body. The bearhug took more out of him than he'd like to admit. He didn't have time to dodge, and the cross body sent him tumbling into the ground with a thud.

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Having successfully executed her crossbody, Francisca now found herself sprawled across the muscled frame of her male opponent, keeping him flat to the canvas. She could feel herself getting excited as she gained control of the match over the rookie, tingling all over with anticipation.

Smiling to herself, the Devil Cat pivoted her position, reverse-straddling Isaiah and wrapping her thighs around his head in a reverse headscissor that would surely leave the bashful rookie blushing! She arched her back as she squeezed, letting out a purring moan of pleasure.

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"Aye..." Isaiah gasped out as the headscissors took effect. Isaiah knew his opponent was just teasing him, but, there wasn't much he could do about it. Of course, while his mind and mouth said onething, his body was still saying the opposite, "Are you having fun, ma'am?" he asked his opponent sarcastically. He never felt such a combination of frustration, annoyance and arousal at the same time before...

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"Oh, I'm havin' the best time, pretty thing," Francisca crooned in response to Isaiah's sarcastic quip. The lithe-bodied Costa Rican squeezed her thighs tighter, relishing the feeling of having her opponent trapped. "But I don't think I should have all the fun, eh?"

With that, she let her body rock forward, her abs resting against Isaiah's muscled chest. Then, with a devious glint in her eye, she reached forward and draped one hand over his crotch, caressing him through his wrestling trunks, executing a deadly combination of pain and pleasure as she clamped her thighs tight!

"You can give up any time," she chuckled breezily as she continued the rookie wrestler's degradation in the ring.

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Possibly to his opponent's surprise, Isaiah wasn't blushing all that much anymore, even when she continued to molest him. He was more annoyed than anything. He was already running out of breath when Francisca applied the hold, and now he could barely breathe in the Devil Cat's thick thighs. His eyesight was beginning to blur, and since he was in the middle of the ring, so there was no reaching for the ropes. Isaiah had no other choice. He didn't mind losing all that much, he learned more from losses than wins, but, to lose like this, in his debut match while being molested in the middle of the ring was more than a little embarrassing. The Prophecy will have to wait another day. He hesitated for a moment, but, soon began slapping the canvas, "Fine, you win, let me go and stop molesting me this instant!"

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Francisca pouted when she heard Isaiah's swift submission to her, far too quick for her liking. She shot the referee a fiery glare when the woman began to move forward, before turning her attention back to Isaiah.

"That's all you can take, huh?" she sneered, not releasing her grip on the male wrestler's bulge. "Too bad, we were just startin' to get along!" After taking an extra couple of seconds to continue fondling him, she reluctantly opened her legs, releasing her beaten opponent. However, the Devil Cat still wanted to have her fun in the ring. In a swift motions she switched position, pivoting so that she straddled Isaiah, entwining her legs around his and grabbing his wrists, pinning him to the mat.

Then she leaned forward, gently pushing her body into his until her whole curvaceous frame was pressed down over him in a full body pin, her masked face just inches away from his. She winked at him, starting to slowly gyrate her hips against his crotch. "You don't get off that easy, rookie. This is LAW."

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"Can't you just take the win and be done with it?" Isaiah asked, not really wanting an answer. Unfortunately for the victor, Isaiah was getting his wind back. But, for some reason, Isaiah didn't want to fight back. This was the closest he'd ever been to a woman since senior prom, "I can take a loss with honor and dignity, but must you tease a virgin boy from Tennessee?"

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Francisca laughed as Isaiah questioned her from his position pinned beneath the Devil Cat. In response, she pressed her hips hard against his bulging trunks with a mischievous smile.

"Oh, I can take a win," she told him. "And I tease everyone, pretty boy. Better get used to it." And with that, she jammed her lips into his, forcing his head back against the canvas and pressing her whole body down over him for a few seconds. Then, as abruptly as she'd started it Francisca broke the kiss and swiftly disentangled herself from his body.

Standing up, she ran her hands seductively down over the swell of her breasts before raising them high into the air as the referee declared her the victor. As the fans cheered, she looked down at Isaiah with a smirk.

"Come back and see me when you're ready to play a little harder, Prophet." Then she turned and swaggered from the ring, satisfied with another win on the board.

Winner: Francisca by Submission

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Isaiah shook his head in disgust, "She's a bit late if she thinks that was my first kiss" he said as he stood up, "Enjoy your win, but, my time here has just started" He stood up with his head held high, "For I will have a day of reckoning against everyone who is proud and lofty and against everyone who is lifted up, that he may be abased." (Isaiah 2:12)