Francisca " Devil Cat " Herrera vs Tamago Oshiro: First to 3 smothers match

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Tamago would slowly come to as the ref attempted to wake her up, realising quickly what had happened. Tamago would stay seated for a moment in despair, the realisation that she was now losing 2-0, and that even if she hoped to make a comeback she would have to somehow smother her currently undamaged opponent three times to win. the daredevil wasn't the type to give up, nor to doubt her chances, but the devil cat truly was a devil, Tamago would sigh slightly as she stood up, her pride having took a bump from the match up so far.

" You know what, Screw you! " Tamago exclaimed. " I'm going to come back, this match won't be this easy. So stop looking like you're having the time of your life! " Tamago vented her frustration verbally, and deciding that even if she likely couldn't mount a good enough comeback to win, that she was at least going to make Francisca pay somewhat for all the humiliation she had suffered.

Tamago then would begin to walk towards her opponent, before stopping at some point between them, and offering her arms for a lock up.

[arktriumph]

Francisca watched with satisfaction as the daredevil eventually ebbed back into consciousness, and lay in a heap in the corner for a moment, processing just how bad her performance had been. She stood up, shooting off her mouth in a tirade born out of frustration and embarrassment. Francisca smirked.

"Sticks and stones, girly, sticks and stones," she giggled. "Besides, don't pretend like you weren't enjoying it. Somebody like being my little plaything, eh?" She laughed out loud, thoroughly unconcerned by Tamago's bluster. The first falls had been a walkover - there was no reason this should be any different.

She advanced, arms reaching out as though to meet Tamago in the lock up, but at the last second the devious Devil Cat sidestepped, grabbing Tamago's left arm and attempting to twist it forward, locking the daredevil into an armbar to start of their 3rd (and most likely final!) bout.

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Tamago looked particularly stressed as Francisca claimed she liked it, causing the beaten mid weight more frustration. " N-not a chance! " the daredevil quickly assured her foe that she didn't enjoy being crushed by her in such sensual fashion.

Tamago waited for her foe to meet her in the lock up, but was punished for her naivety as the devil cat side stepped Tamago and slid behind her in an arm bar. " D-damnit... so you're still sneaky even with that lead? " Tamago asked, before attempting to lower her body as much as she could in the arm bar, and turn towards the devil cat before practically ragdolling her upper body into Francisca's stomach and lower torso, hoping to pull one over her foe by attacking right when she would answer her question.

Though Tamago was acting somewhat out of desperation and would have to hope Francisca lost her grip on the dare devil's arm, otherwise there'd be hell to pay.

[arktriumph]

It was all too easy. This third and final bout started as it meant to go on, as Francisca effortlessly avoided Tamago's lock up and trapped her in an armbar, grinning and tossing her hair for the crowds. She struck a pose with Tamago locked in the hold, making her contempt for her pitiful adversary clear for all!

"Sneaky? It's called skill, girly. You wouldn't understa-OOFFF!" Her mocking taunt was abruptly cut off as Tamago unexpectedly bent down into the armbar and flung her body hard into the Devil Cat's stomach! Francisca spluttered for breath, losing her grip on the Daredevil's arm and staggering backwards, clutching at her abs after the surprise attack.

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The daredevil would feel frustration building as Francisca posed more while keeping her under control, but luckily that helped Tamago turn the tables by nailing her foe with some sneaky attacks of her own.

Tamago would reposition herself into a full standing position as she approached Francisca, gathering what momentum she could before trying to connect her knee harshly with the devil cat's midriff, hoping that would cause the woman to keel forward.

Then if all went according to plan Tamago would immediately grab her opponent's hair and push downwards, attempting to put her opponent down onto her knee's, before then bashing her bottom directly into Francisca's face, still holding the other wrestler's hair so she would stay on her knees kneeling regardless of how much impact her butt strike had.

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Francisca's bubbling overconfidence quickly saw her underestimate Tamago. Having taken the first two falls with ease, she thought the rest of the match was a foregone conclusion, and was taken totally off guard by the Daredevil's surprise counter. She stumbled away, trying to get her breath back, but her opponent gave her no respite.

"OUGHHH!" she cried as Tamago kneed her hard in the stomach, sending the Devil Cat crumpling to her knees, wheezing for breath. Before she could attempt any kind of recover she felt hands on her hair, holding her in place in preparation for what was coming next. Her eyes widened as Tamago took up position, before slamming her perfectly sculpted rear into Francisca's face.

"UMMGH!" she blurted as Tamago's ass thumped her hard in the face. Stunned by the impact Francisca hung compliantly in Tamago's grip, dreadfully vulnerable to the Daredevil's next maneuver.

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Tamago would look back at Francisca's groggy face and grin at her, having never been more satisfied to hear another wrestler's cries. " what's wrong? " Tamago asked, slamming her ass backwards, and pulling Francisca's head forward by the hair, both smacking her ass with her opponent's face, and again bashing the woman's face with her booty. This time though Tamago would keep her foe's face in her butt, arching her hips back, and pulling Francisca as forward as possible by yanking her hair forward.

" hope you don't mind being my sweat sponge, I forgot a towel. " Tamago joked, rolling her hips clockwise and anti clockwise against the devil cat's face, grinding against her face as harshly as possible. The daredevil was more sadistic than usual, given how brutally the devil cat had squashed and humiliated her earlier.

As Tamago continued to grind against her opponent, she would slowly step backwards over her opponent, pushing her butt downwards onto her opponent's face to cover it more fully, causing her foe's chin to arch up to point directly to the ceiling, as Tamago transitioned from butt smothering, to turning Francisca nto her seat.

The daredevil would then attempt to apply all her weight downwards, and lift her feet from the mat, either resulting in Francisca being slammed into the mat head first by Tamago's ass, or supporting the woman's full weight in an embarrassing spectacle. If Francisca didn't counter earlier or now, then she would be forced to pick her poison.

[arktriumph]

"NO! GMPHH! ACKK! NGHNH!" The Devil Cat protested uselessly as Tamago continued to thump her ass into Francisca's face, keeping her in a compliant state as she couldn't gather her thoughts for long enough to do anything about her current predicament.

Things got even worse when Tamago began to grind her rear into the Devil Cat's face, forcing Francisca to endure the moist heat of her adversary's posterior, her arms flailing around aimlessly under the assault. Then Tamago began forcing her backwards, the other wrestler's weight too much to bear from this position. Francisca struggled feebly before collapsing backwards, unable to hold herself up without leverage!

"MPPPPHHHHHH!" Francisca's shriek of outrage was muffled as Tamago's ass settled on her face, bearing the Devil Cat backwards onto the canvas with her opponent seated on top of her. Her eyes were just visible, wide with shock and panic as she realised her predicament. Francisca pawed at Tamago's plump rear in desperation, legs kicking and hips twisting this way and that as she fought to free herself from the humiliating facesit!

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Tamago would laugh as she heard her opponent's muffled shriek as they fell to the mat, Francisca's suffering currently being a great source of joy after all the daredevil had been put through. Tamago momentarily thought about getting up immediately, to start wearing the devil cat down with some high impact moves, since such a thing would definitely be necessary to even the playing field, since until now Francisca hadn't taken a single blow.

Tamago decided that she'd wait a little bit though, and have some fun though. The daredevil would lift her legs, and place her on the canvas while her legs were in the air, making her face sit have much more weight behind it. Then Tamago would grind her booty to the left, and then to the right harshly, before lifting her butt off the other wrestler's face, and then dropping it back down directly onto her nose.

Tamago then simply stayed still in her full weight smother. " How's the weather down there, bitch? " Tamago taunted, overjoyed to finally be giving the devil cat her own taste of hell. Though the daredevil had been traumatised slightly by the match this far, and a thought of anticipation for what the other woman would do in retaliation was stuck in the back of her mind. Regardless though Tamago wasn't one to back down like a bitch; and any punishment would be worth it to squash Francisca's cocky face under her ass.

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"Mpppghh..." Francisca whined, her struggles getting weaker know as she struggled to breathe beneath the suffocating embrace of Tamago's rear. Her chest heaved, legs slithering over the canvas and hands slapping and pushing at her opponent's thighs and buttocks to no avail. It was clear that now the Daredevil had control she was going to make Francisca pay for the embarrassment that had been visited upon her.

The weight on her face grew even more as Tamago shifted position, before the other woman lifted her backside, only to bring it thumping back down against Francisca's face!

"GMMPPH!" she blurted into Tamago's ass, her head sandwiched between it and the ring, dazed by the impact, and there was no sign of this letting up. Tamago ground her rear into the Devil Cat's face, taunting her.

From her once dominant position in the match, Francisca now found herself a mewling, gasping mess beneath the Daredevil's surprise offensive, her struggles weakening by the second, her face engulfed by the hot, sweaty embrace of the other woman's rear! Her legs flopped around feebly, splayed open beneath her opponent - evidence that the tables had well and truly been turned!