Descent of the Sun: Apollo (D) VS Luchadora Sombra

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Grinning triumphantly from her vantage point above, Apollo revelled in the audience's applause at her devastating senton splash. But even as she soaked in the adulation, Apollo knew better than to underestimate her adversary. She witnessed Sombra struggling to her feet, grit and determination burning in those determined hazel orbs.

With an impish laugh, Apollo vaulted up the ropes once again, launching herself towards the opposite ropes. Instead of attempting to pin Sombra down now, Apollo chose to use this opportunity to reset and do more damage as the match is still warming up.

Rebounding, Apollo stretched an arm to catch the girl with a Lariat.

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The impact of the lariat was like a freight train slamming into Sombra’s chest. The sheer force of Apollo’s arm crashing against her sent her flipping inside out before she hit the mat with a brutal thud. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she lay sprawled out, momentarily dazed from the vicious blow.

The crowd winced in unison at the sickening impact, some even clutching their own chests as if they had felt it themselves. Sombra’s body twitched slightly, her chest rising and falling as she fought to pull air back into her lungs. Apollo loomed over her, soaking in the reaction, her grin widening with satisfaction.

Despite the pain throbbing through her body, Sombra’s mind was already racing. She had taken a beating, but she wasn’t out of the fight yet. Gritting her teeth, she rolled onto her stomach, slowly pushing herself up onto her elbows.

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Apollo cackled gleefully, her laughter echoing through the arena as she admired her handiwork - Sombra sprawled out on the canvas, struggling to regain her breath. The sight of her foe writhing in agony was pure entertainment for the blonde dynamo.

"Just getting warmed up, sweetheart," Apollo purred, wagging a finger playfully at the battered Sombra. Her emerald gaze gleamed with mischief as she pondered what wickedness she could inflict next upon her resilient rival.

Crouching down beside Sombra, Apollo leaned in close, her voice a husky whisper meant just for the dazed idol's ears. "Don't think you can catch your breath yet, darling... because here comes the main course!"

With that, Apollo pulls her head between her thighs to execute a devastating Pedigree.

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Sombra was already dazed because of the lariat, so she could not quite come to her senses when her head was put in between Apollo's thick thighs.
"O-oh my god, I didn't know we were having a sleepover! Who brought these two pillows?" Sombra said in a trance as her head was crashing on the ground. The sudden influx of pain jolted her awake again. As the referee’s hand was about to hit the mat for the third count, Sombra suddenly jerked her shoulder up, breaking the pin at the last second.

Gritting her teeth, she rolled onto her side, clutching her aching head but refusing to stay down. She took a deep breath, willing herself to push past the pain.

Using the ropes for support, she pulled herself up, her legs unsteady but her resolve unshaken. With a sudden burst of energy, she rebounded off the ropes, using the momentum to launch herself toward Apollo with a desperate yet precise Tilt-a-Whirl DDT, aiming to spike her opponent into the mat and shift the momentum in her favor.

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Apollo's eyes widened in surprise as Sombra miraculously kicked out of the Pedigree at the last possible second. Despite her own confidence in the devastating move, the idol's resilience had proven stronger than expected. With a huff of admiration mixed with frustration, Apollo watched Sombra drag herself back to her feet.

Just as quickly as Sombra had fallen, she exploded back up with a vengeance, her aim set dead-on as she barreled towards Apollo with a whirlwind Tilt-a-Whirl DDT. Apollo could hardly react fast enough, stumbling backward as Sombra collided with her midsection.

The force of the impact sent both women careening to the mat.

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"You good? You look like you need a revive LMAO" Sombra wasted no time, rolling through after the impact to get back on her feet. She took a moment to shake off the lingering dizziness before sprinting toward the ropes.

Using the momentum, she launched herself into a springboard moonsault, aiming to crash down onto Apollo’s midsection with pinpoint precision. If she landed it cleanly, she’d go straight for the cover, hoping to turn the tide in her favor.

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"Oh ho ho, you wanna try taking flight again, huh?" Apollo snickered as she beheld Sombra springboarding into a daring moonsault, eager to meet the challenge head-on.

Anticipating her foe's attack, Apollo planted her feet firmly on the mat and lifted them up to meet the descending idol's full weight, catching Sombra square on her gut.

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Sombra's eyes widened in shock as Apollo's knees met her midsection mid-flight, the brutal counter stopping her momentum cold. Her body folded over Apollo's legs, pain shooting through her core as she gasped for air.

Before she could react, she found herself trapped in Apollo’s grasp, vulnerable to whatever punishment the blonde had in store next. She was being carried like a baby, with her worriedly looking up at Apollo's face.

"I know this might not work but PUT ME DOWN!" Sombra said, while holding onto Apollo as she was being cradled.

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"Mmmm, too bad, sweetheart. Looks like someone needs a little TLC first before we can get back to wrestling," Apollo giggled mischievously as she held Sombra in a tight squeeze, rocking gently from side to side like an affectionate parent soothing a fussy child.

Her free hand stroked through Sombra's silky locks, teasing them playfully before cupping the back of her head, cradling her close to her chest. Her lips crashed into the idol's, parting them open as she shoved her tongue down.

Flipping their positions with Apollo on top, she began to dominate the girl underneath in pleasure.

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Sombra remains trapped in Apollo’s cradle, her body being held with her legs dangling, unable to break free. Despite the discomfort, Sombra’s eyes burn with defiance. Her arms flop loosely for a moment, but the resolve in her expression betrays her calm demeanor.

"Hey, watch where you ha-mmff!!" Sombra began to speak before finding her lips locked with Apollo as she gently caresses her opponent. Sombra was surprised at first, and closed her eyes, soaking everything in. She began to tumble before landing on the mat with Apollo on top of her, embracing her as well as kissing her and interlocking her hand with hers. She did the same, embracing her opponent and wrapping her thighs on Apollo's left leg.