Cowgirls & Bandits - Bandita (D) vs Cassidy Ryder

[CyanDimitrik]

Bandita remains latched onto Cassidy tightly, eyes squeezing shut. After the surprising beating she's taken, she can hope that this sudden, shocking reversal might seal the deal and lock her opponent down on the mat! She's won some matches in the past with La Desperada before! It's half pain and having the air knocked out of you, half the full disorientation of unexpectedly flipping!

With the first count, Bandita doesn't feel any resistance in her opponent's body. Her thighs press inwards, lightly squeezing against Cassidy's torso in anticipation. The second count slams to the mat, and Bandita presses her cheek tighter between the other girl's thighs. The streamlined muscles of her arms pop as she squeezes, hugging onto her inverted midsection tighter. Almost over...!

The hand very nearly strikes the mat a third time, halfway down to the mat! But Cassidy's body engages like a popped cork, bucking wildly with a twist! Bandita's grip is dislodged, her body forces to tumble to the side along with Cassidy's. "Ah!"

Her legs withdraw, unlacing herself from the cowgirl to get to all fours. The visual of both girls beaten and hurting is a feast for the audience, juxtaposed wonderfully against the cheerfully boisterous and even friendly opening to their bout.

She crawls closer to Cassidy, one hand setting to her waist as she nears. The hand relocates along Cassidy's form as she crawls along, next setting to the upper arm, then shoulder, and finally to hook the side of her neck. She pulls, drawing her rival to a seated position to touch her brow against hers briefly. A couple hard, heavy breaths are taken there, as if sharing the moment with her.

"Thought.. I had you..," she whispers to her between breaths.

Drawing back again, her left hand tangles in Cassidy's hair near the scalp, the other hand going for her wrist. Tugging, she leads the blonde to her feet again and opts to try to end this with a way that she hopes might earn a little more respect from the cowgirl. To show her she's taking her seriously. That she's not holding back on her!

Once standing, she releases Cassidy's wrist and winds back, only to drive a single, firm right hook towards the blonde's cheek. The moment of impact, she'll release the hair to avoid risk of ripping any out! But the punch is solid. Deliberate. As forceful as Bandita could muster. Her heart hurts delivering it, but a significant part of her feels like this is the way she gets that respect from Cassidy. That she proves she's here with purpose! Just the one shot should deliver that message.

Afterwards, Bandita winds back again to throw a hard hook from the right a second time! But lower. The knuckles drive for the center of Cassidy's stomach! Her left arm hooks around the blonde's waist, turning to prop her left shoulder against the blonde to keep her both standing and mostly upright to deliver a second, then third punch into her stomach!

Punches to the gut are totally fine for the luchadora. She feels no apprehension in delivering those, and the force behind them likely reveals that. And after that third punch, she leaves her fist resting against her midsection for a few panting seconds. She turns to stand square to her again and pushes her shoulders to stand her upright before her.

She offers a breathless, open smile. It feels like it's time to end it. To take full advantage of this moment. And after blowing Cassidy a quick kiss, the Latina turns and darts for the ropes. She pivots on heel, back stretching the cables against her, and she launches full-on towards Cassidy, determination and zeal burning in her hazel-green eyes.

[Weonna]

The punch to the face had surprised Cassidy.

Even through the haze, there was a flicker of approval in those blue eyes. Bandita had finally thrown one back.

The three shots to her stomach were another matter. Cassidy doubled slightly with each impact, abs already aching from the punishment they'd taken throughout the match.

But when Bandita blew that kiss and sprinted for the ropes, Cassidy knew something big was coming.

She waited.

Bandita rebounded and came flying back—

Cassidy suddenly stepped forward.

"Gotcha, sugar!"

She ducked low, wrapped both arms around Bandita's waist, and used the luchadora's own momentum to hoist her clean off the canvas!

Cassidy turned sharply and drove Bandita down with a thunderous

SPINEBUSTER!

Spoiler

The ring shook beneath them as Cassidy planted the speeding luchadora flat onto her back.

Still hurting, Cassidy dropped to one knee beside her, clutching her battered stomach with one arm while breathing heavily.

But that familiar grin was back.

[CyanDimitrik]

Bandita was feeling pretty confident at this point. Cassidy looked like she was hurting, like she might be down and out! She just needed to hit her with one last devastating maneuver to put her away and take home a debut win! But it meant so much more than bragging rights. It meant proving something to the management. That this hadn't been a mistake. That she was a good bet. Not just to the management, in fact! To her family! So many people had put their hopes on her, and this was her chance to make good on that!

Even that glimmer of approval from Cassidy made her heart sing! She might be moments away from the perfect start to her new life, and doing right by everyone! She just needs to launch herself at this cowgirl, hook her neck, and--

Arms lock around her waist. In that instant, Bandita knew something was horribly wrong. She couldn't swing her lower half around her to execute her finisher! Cassidy had completely caught her out, seizing her body-to-body. Her chest presses into the cowgirl's, her bare stomach against Cassidy's abs, nearly face-to-face with the other girl. Cassidy's vision would be taken up with the wide-eyed alarm of Bandita's hazel-green eyes.

She's swing high into the air---

"NononoNO!"

---and SLAMMED down to the mat. A choked cry escapes her upon impact, bouncing once from the force. Her eyes squeeze shut, expression an agonized grimace. Her boots plant flat to the mat, shoulders and elbows pressing behind her as she arches her spine and hips upwards in recoil. The pain blazes along the full span of her spine like lightning, and it's all the young rogue can do to endure it. "A-aaahn...!" It's a breathless cry.

After a few seconds of jerking, arching spasms, Bandita's strength gives out. She drops heavily onto her side at first before tilting over to lie flat on her back, chest and midsection rising and dropping with each panted, strained breath. Her knees continually squirm, bending then pushing out, as her arms also squirm their elbows against the mat. The girl is writhing in pain, as much as her beaten body will allow.

[Weonna]

Cassidy watched Bandita writhe after the spinebuster, her own chest heaving from exhaustion. The rookie had pushed her harder than she'd expected, but now the cowgirl could smell the finish.

"Alright, sugar..."

She reached down, grabbed Bandita by the head, and hauled the battered luchadora back onto shaky legs.

"Time ta put this rodeo to bed!"

Cassidy tucked Bandita's head beneath her arm in a tight front facelock. Then, with her free hand, she pointed dramatically toward the crowd.

"This one's over!"

She hooked Bandita's gear, bent her knees, and lifted.

Bandita was hoisted completely vertical, boots pointing toward the ceiling as Cassidy deliberately held her upside down for several long seconds, letting the anticipation build.

Then Cassidy dropped

SLAM!

Spoiler

The snap vertical suplex drove Bandita back-first into the canvas!

Cassidy immediately rolled over and threw herself across Bandita's chest, hooking one of the luchadora's legs tightly for the cover.

The referee dropped beside them and raised a hand.

"ONE!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Bandita was in no position to try to resist the pull of the cowgirl with her muscles tired and back cramping terribly. She'd only just started to lie flat again when her head is taken in her hands and drawn upwards. It's all Bandita can do to turn a pair of wide, expressively worried eyes up at the blonde, her hands pawing over the wrists leading her along in weak protest.

It's to no avail. Her head is firmly inserted beneath Cassidy's arm. Her knees buckle, just managing to continue standing, but not nearly enough to even fight back out of the guillotine. Her left arm hangs limply towards the mat, her right hand set against Cassidy's waist for support. The cowgirl will feel a little pressure against her stomach as Bandita tries to fight back, but her muscles are too tired, her body too battered to force her way free.

The hip of her trunks is seized, and every seasoned wrestler knows that means a lift is coming. And with her particular gear, it's particularly secure as a grip thanks to the connected thigh harnesses; fashionable, but convenient for opponents when they need the leverage to suplex the girl. She can even hear Cassidy announce the finish, and her stomach knots. A quiet whimper escapes her, desperation welling in her heart. But she can't get free! Every time she tries to pull, her back screams in protest and flinches painfully!

"N-no.. no..!"

Knees bend, and... Bandita is hoisted into the air, her sleek body drawn taut into an inverted, vertical position against the cowgirl's shoulder! The toes of Bandita's boots point up at the skylights, her legs straight, thighs flexed to try to keep balance. Her body is ramrod straight, sleek abdominals taut on display, chest pushed prominently against her bandeau top, and head safely tucked against the blonde. Her skin glistens under the hard stadium lights, a sheen of sweat covering her and highlighting every muscles contour, every feminine curve.

She wants the disrupt the position so badly! But every sway causes her muscles to twinge hard, threatening a worse and more chaotic drop than whatever Cassidy has in mind! But more importantly, the rodeo star has her well and secure. And in this upside-down position, she can just see the vague audience in a hazy, unfocused way - the faces roaring for Cassidy to put the bandit away in brutal fashion, to finish the teenager off. If she hadn't heard it so many times in her career when facing more established wrestlers, she might be crushed.

It's hard to not feel hurt when people are screaming for you to suffer and lose!

She squeezes her eyes shut, breath hastening. Is this it? Is this how he debut match ends!? What message does that send!?

"Aahn..!," she weakly kicks her feet, but to no avail. "D-don't...!"

It's no use. Cassidy topples over. Bandita feels herself blazing towards the ring. Her back hammers into the center of the mat hard enough to bounce her up again in recoil. Eyes widen, pupils shrinking. She hits the mat in a dead sprawl, her eyes falling shut and lips faintly parted.

Bandita struggles to stay awake. Everything in her wants to give in to the darkness and shut down, her body begging her to let it recover. And she immediately feels Cassidy throw herself down across her, Cassidy's chest pressing tight against the plush curves of Bandita's breasts. Her leg is gathered up and hooked into the air without trouble, and the referee confirms that the teenager's shoulders are pressed down square to the mat.

The first count sounds off without a hitch. The audience is even counting with her. "ONE!"

The referee raises her hand... and slaps it to the mat! The voices call out in unison: "TWO!"

The referee raises her hand again! ...The hand sears down to the mat! "THR-"

A pained, desperate cry escapes the Latina as she twists to the side, her captured leg bucking to kick out and, most importantly, her right arm reaching suddenly up into the sky!

The referee recoils on her knees, eyes wide. "Uah! No! Two-count! Shoulder's up!"

The audience is equally thrilled and shocked, the cacophony of voices beating against the ring and its inhabitants. Bandita lies frozen in that wrought, half-twisted position, her chest heaving with each breath, her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

[Weonna]

Cassidy's eyes widened as Bandita's shoulder shot off the canvas at the very last possible instant.

For a moment, the cowgirl simply stared.

She'd been certain that was it.

After everything Bandita had already endured—the punches, the stomps, the spinebuster, and now being held upside down before getting driven into the canvas—the little luchadora had still found enough fight to kick out.

Cassidy slowly sat back onto her knees, breathing heavily as she looked down at Bandita.

That familiar grin gradually returned.

But there was something different behind it now.

Respect.

Cassidy had entered this match thinking Bandita was talented, cute, flashy, and probably a little too inexperienced for the rougher wrestling she'd find in LAW. Instead, the rookie had adapted to everything Cassidy threw at her, surprised her repeatedly, and refused to stay down.

Bandita wasn't just putting on a show.

She was tough.

"Damn, girl..."

Cassidy gave her an approving nod.

"Ya got grit."

That kickout had settled it. Cassidy wasn't holding anything back anymore.

If Bandita wanted to prove she belonged here, Cassidy would respect her enough to give her the very best she had.

Ryder's Reckoning.

Cassidy pushed herself upright and retreated into the corner, gripping the top ropes as she watched Bandita struggle to recover. She lowered her stance, right fist clenched tightly.

"C'mon, sugar..."

The moment Bandita finally reached her feet—

Cassidy exploded from the corner.

She charged across the ring, planted her lead boot, and suddenly spun, her entire body whipping around to build momentum behind that right fist.

Bandita would have only a split second to see Cassidy completing the rotation—

Ryder's Reckoning was coming straight for her.

Spoiler

[CyanDimitrik]

As Cassidy looked down at her, Bandita remained tiled at the side, her arm defiantly in the air. It's only after the cowgirl rested back on her knees that the luchadora finally succumbed to the strain and let herself roll over again onto her back. Her arm spills limply to the canvas, desperate for rest.

It's true. Bandita had been put through a lot tonight, and her body bore the proof of it. Her cheeks were scuffed from taking punches, her midsection sporting abrasions, and her back was aflame in pain. Everything felt like it blurred together. And though the number of hits may not have been the highest she's endured, the force of them were distinctly on Cassidy Ryder levels. That made it stand out. Bandita's body is tough, durable, lean and toned. But she's still just a girl. Every full-force shot and slam with that much weight and oomph behind it would wear any body out. Especially one that isn't bulging with masculine muscles or six feet tall.

Bandita likely very much looks her age as she lies there on the mat; a beaten and battered eighteen-year-old.

She hears what Cassidy is saying. She wants to smile; she's smiling on the inside. But her body refuses to express anything other than pain and exhaustion right now. She can't know what's coming. It takes enough work just to force her eyes open and face the overhead lights. But when nothing more comes for a few long seconds, that's just what she does.

"Nngh.." It's a groan of effort as Bandita pushes herself onto her side, then onto her stomach. With her head hanging low, ponytail pooling on the mat beside her, she presses her palms into the mat. Back arched and knees digging into the canvas, she begins to push herself up onto all fours. The sound of the audience is almost deafening, a rhythmic clapping sound standing out amidst the noise. It's like they're encouraging her to get up...!

With sweat falling from her face to the canvas, she tucks a knee beneath herself and pools her strength. With a push, she raises to her feet with an unbalanced stagger, turning to spot Cassidy--

--in the corner waiting.

In an instant, she realizes something. Those claps weren't in encouragement. They were in anticipation.

Cassidy surges forth, whirls in a loop, her fist raised. Bandita's instincts kick in, instantly taking over. The luchadora's knees bend, and in a flash, every ounce of strength pumps into her legs for thrust. The girl launches into a high vertical leap, just vacating the strike zone as the attack comes. Cassidy's fist whistles just beneath Bandita's boots, right where the teen's face would've been with a sniper's accuracy. But now, nothing but vacant air as Bandita arcs gracefully up and over her.

The commentators are going wild. This is not a typical form of evasion. It's gutsy. Risky. Unbelievably physically demanding. And that's what makes this a signature move in the bandit's arsenal: the Smoke Bomb.

She hits the mat just behind her hands-first, and bleeds the momentum into a forward roll ending on her feet. Flowing with pure wrestling instinct and not taking the time to plot or plan, much less second guess, Bandita throws herself into a front handspring. Her body hits the ropes back-first, inverted, and the cables sharply rebound her back to her feet. Bandita follows the momentum into a back handspring next, her course set for Cassidy with every expectation that she'd be turned to face her.

And that final distance is covered in flight.

Her body meets Cassidy's in that inverted position, facing her. But Bandita is a whirl of perpetual motion, her upper-body sweeping high to Cassidy's left shoulder while her lower-body slings over to direct the momentum in a pendulum beneath the blonde's left arm. Bandita's left arm hooks Cassidy's neck smoothly in the process, and that wild momentum is fully directed to two facets: driving Cassidy forward, and bringing the crown of her head to the mat in thundering impact.

"Delito Caliente! DELITO CALIENTE!" The commentators are going wild. It's the first time a Japanese audience has seen the Delito Caliente finishing move, and it's a rollercoaster of finesse, skill, and force.

Bandita would appreciate that the Japanese commentary team are keeping to using the Spanish name for it. But when her back hits the mat beside Cassidy, she has to just lie there for a second, panting.

[Weonna]

Cassidy never saw the Delito Caliente coming.

After Ryder's Reckoning tore harmlessly through the empty air beneath Bandita's boots, the cowgirl was still trying to stop her own momentum. Her boots scraped against the canvas as she turned, blue eyes desperately searching for where the little bandit had disappeared to.

By the time she found her, Bandita was already coming back.

Cassidy barely had enough time to widen her eyes before the luchadora's body swept around her. An arm hooked smoothly around her neck, and suddenly Cassidy felt her entire balance ripped away.

There was no chance to brace.

No chance to throw another punch!

Bandita's momentum carried them down—

THUUUD!

The crown of Cassidy's head slammed into the canvas with tremendous force.

Her body immediately followed.

The cowgirl folded forward before collapsing completely face-first against the mat, the impact sending a visible jolt through her athletic frame.

Then—

Nothing..Cassidy Ryder wasn't moving.

Her arms rested uselessly beside her. Her legs remained stretched out behind her without so much as a kick. Short, sweat-dampened blonde hair had fallen messily across her face, partially hiding the dazed expression underneath.

Even her fingers remained still against the canvas.

Cassidy's mind was somewhere else entirely.

Everything around her—the roaring audience, the commentators losing their minds over Bandita's finisher, even the referee moving closer—had dissolved into one distant blur.

There wasn't any pain for her to immediately clutch at.

She was too rattled for that.

The same cowgirl who had been throwing punches, talking trash, and preparing to finish Bandita only moments earlier now lay utterly motionless on her stomach...

[CyanDimitrik]

Bandita rolls herself over onto her stomach again, elbows and forearms resting on the mat with her legs outstretched behind her. Her forehead props to the mat, eyes shutting for a few seconds before she pushes herself up onto hands and knees. She tosses her hair back, attempting to scatter the damp bangs from her eyes and to toss the ponytail over the opposite shoulder, all to better regard Cassidy and her condition.

Turning to her, she places one hand on Cassidy's shoulder. The other hand sets to her hip. Pushing on both ends, she rolls the cowgirl over onto her back, turning her belly-up. Looking down at the woman's body, Bandita takes momentary stock of the various forms of punishment she'd put her through. The slams, the punches, whipping her around the ring, so confident and in control. The seasoned wrestler LAW is familiar with, ripping into the spunky newcomer.

A weak smile tugs at the corner of her lips. She first plucks Cassidy's arms away from her body, ensuring they're dropped to the mat at either side. Then she tosses herself over the woman directly. Hips dock against hips, Bandita's trunks pressed firmly to Cassidy's denim. Her sweating abdominal muscles press tight against Cassidy's bare midsection, abs to abs. Every inhale pushing them into each other, every exhale letting them rest. Her breasts press directly against Cassidy's larger bust, unabashedly pushing herself assertively into her. Her legs thread between Cassidy's, grapevining them at the ankles. Her right hand settles over Cassidy's bicep, while her left hand sets over Cassidy's forehead, forcefully turning her face aside to press her cheek into the mat.

Bandita's head lifts to look out over the crowd; this new crowd, this new audience, this new nation that didn't know what to expect of her. She wants them to see her lying dominantly over the other girl. She wants that to be the final visual of the match. Her body pressed atop Cassidy's, corner to corner, curve to curve, muscle to muscle. Bandita on top. Cassidy lying beneath her.

She couldn't imagine a more spectacular pin for her debut.

Now all she needs is for Cassidy to continue lying under her. For the Delito Caliente to have done its job.

The referee-girl drops beside the pair...

[Weonna]

Cassidy offered absolutely no resistance as Bandita rolled her onto her back.

The cowgirl's arms fell wherever the luchadora placed them, her body still completely limp after the Delito Caliente. Even as Bandita sprawled across her and grapevined her legs to secure the elaborate pin, Cassidy remained motionless beneath her.

Despite being thoroughly beaten, Cassidy still made for a striking sight in defeat. Her athletic frame lay relaxed against the canvas, short blonde hair messy around her face and skin glistening with the sweat of the match. It was a dramatic contrast to the loudmouthed Texan who had spent so much of the bout swaggering around, throwing punches, and talking trash.

Now she wasn't saying anything.

The referee dropped beside them.

ONE!

Nothing.

Cassidy's shoulders remained firmly against the canvas.

TWO!

Still nothing.

The crowd rose as one, realizing Cassidy wasn't going to move. Bandita tightened the cover for those final agonizing seconds while the cowgirl remained completely out beneath her.

The referee's hand came down.

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

The arena erupted.

Cassidy hadn't so much as twitched.

Her head remained turned against the mat, eyes closed and arms lying slack beside her as the referee immediately signaled for the bell.

The Delito Caliente had done its job.

After everything Cassidy had thrown at her, Bandita had turned the match around and left the seasoned cowgirl decisively defeated beneath her.

And with that unforgettable final image, Bandita had secured the victory in her LAW debut!