Battle in Black and White: Blanco Sombra vs. The Morrigan

[Luncha_Libre]

The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL!
To be won by pinfall or submission ...

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsvupluBMJg

From the moment his music hit the loudspeakers, Blanco Sombra exploded onto the entrance ramp. Fist pumping to the sound of Spanish Metal, the masked wrestler greeted the fans with energy and enthusiasm. Holly Matheson, dressed to impress as his valet, followed behind him smiling to the fans and taking pics for them with the luchador.

Spoiler

Blanco’s return to Japan was underway, and the luchador was putting everything he had into this run. Here in LAW, Blanco knew he could find diverse opponents to challenge him in new and interesting ways, and tonight’s bout was going to be no exception. Holly had advised against this match, especially in light of his previous match since his return, but Blanco shook it off and didn’t miss a beat in accepting a match with The Morrigan. The brutal submission specialist was sure to give him a challenge, he knew!

Once Blanco had greeted a good number of them, Holly pointed Blanco the ring and gave him a smack on the backside to send him in there. The luchador broke into a run, sliding in under the bottom rope to enter the ring. Blanco kipped up and mounted the top turnbuckle, facing the arena with his arms stretched, his body presented to them as they cheered the upcoming match. Blanco crossed himself before turning and leaping into a roll off the top turnbuckle. Coming out of the roll up to one knee in the center of the ring, the luchador posed once more, fist in the air. The fans cheered, as Holly took her place near the corner, looking nervously up the ramp for Blanco’s upcoming opponent …

[BlackAkuma]

The tone would change quickly as the music changed, going from upbeat, fast-paced Spanish metal to something darker. Deeper. Sexier. A steady, heavy, pounding beat seemed to shake the arena, like tremors from the distant footfalls of a giant beast, and the women who appeared at the top of the ramp was a perfect match.

The Morrigan

The Red Baroness

The fresh tag team on the scene, S+M, made their way down to the ring, though they weren’t both in action tonight. No, Morrigan was going solo this time, and you could guess as much from how she confidently strode forward, arms akimbo, with a knowing smile as she sauntered. Though she was always confident, there was an air of purpose about her tonight, a resolve in her movements as she approached the ring, as if she knew this was her match to win and no one would tell her differently.

I'll beat them all at their own game
Bite the hands and the fingers that feed
I'll beat them all at their own game
Swallowing it down, taking my time…

Her thoughts amounted to as much. While this was going to be her first singles match and her first test against a male opponent Morrigan wasn’t sweating it too much. She’d beaten men before, many men, much bigger men. She’d been doing that her whole life. Blanco was cute and all and skilled as hell from what Sabine told her, but was any of that going to make a difference? Nah, she didn’t see it. He could do all the flips around the ring he wanted, dodge this way and that, but all she needed was one good shot and that mask was getting red all over it.

Morrigan hopped up on the ring apron and ducked down, peering at Blanco through the middle and top ropes like a hungry beast within a cage. She gave her lips a good lick, then grabbed the ropes, yanked hard, and used them to springboard her way over, coming down for a landing that shook the ring. Satisfied, she folded her arms and reached the center of the ring, standing tall over her opponent.

Once he was close, she leaned in and whispered as her theme music began to die. ”Oi. Little man.” Her words mixed with a low growl to tickle his ear. ”The safeword is ‘I submit’.”

Sabine, meanwhile, made her way around the ring, rounding the corner and coming over to Holly. She moved casually in comparison to her compatriot, a light smile on her face and a brisk walk, acting as if she was anything but a topless dominatrix striding around the ring. ”Holly Matheson, correct?” She approached the buxom woman and extended her hand, friendly and pleasing. ”Guter tag, meine dame. The pleasure is mine.”

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco Sombra paced in his corner, shaking out his arms, keeping his body limber for the contest to come. The woman coming down the ramp looked every bit the dominatrix she presented herself as, making Blanco think that he was going to need every bit of mobility if he was going to get the leverage and speed he would need to pin her to the mat. At ringside, Holly crossed her arms over her chest, eyes narrowing as she considered the woman coming down to face off with her man ... and the woman coming along with her.

Blanco kept warming up as The Morrigan glared up at him through the ropes, not looking directly at her but not trying to avoid her, either. Even Blanco could tell there were some mind games happening, so instead of engaging he went about his business, as he had before countless matches before this. When his opponent launched herself into the ring, however, he was forced to take notice! Hopping up just as the ring rocked, Blanco evaded feeling the impact of her leap, though the ref stumbled more than a little bit. He refused to back down as the woman approached him, leaning in against him, giving him a full sense of her larger, more powerful body as she loomed over and threatened him with the promise of a 'safe word.'

"I'll try to remember when you call it out," Blanco said with a smirk, giving her a wink beneath his mask. Still, her words sent a chill down the luchador's spine, and before long the official was separating them to their corners. They checked Blanco over for weapons, and he didn't put up a fuss.

Meanwhile, Holly kept a wary eye on the other woman and her ... striking outfit. A little too scared to try and act tough, Holly accepted the handshake, and nodded in polite greeting to the German woman. However, the entire time, Holly couldn't help but stare in surprise at the woman's nearly-nude upper body, and the confidence with which she strode around ringside, like that ...

[BlackAkuma]

”Ha!”

Morrigan laughed- a full belly laugh - at his response. As far as she knew, there were two types of men in this promotion: the weak ones, the cowards, who would just let you run all over them, and the ones who put up a fight and made you work to break them. While she could have fun with the former, she was glad she got the latter, especially for her debut. A man like this? She could cut loose.

”Oh, that was the right reply. Good man.” She smacked her lips. ”Gonna have us some fun tonight, you and me.”

The Morrigan would have loved to stay there and keep taunting, but the referee had to do her job. Once the official was done feeling him up, she moved over to her with the same treatment to which the Irish woman graciously obliged. Naturally, she showed off her body in the process, flexing here and there and giving her hips a good shake. Once it was clear that she did not have weapons stored in her tits, the referee backed off and called for the bell, kicking the match off.

If Morrigan heard the bell, she didn't show it. Instead of moving into a formal stance, she took a little stroll around the ring, keeping Blanco at a distance, just far enough that he would have to dash in if he wanted to engage. An interesting way to start, and one that Sabine wasn’t sure she approved of.

”Verzaubert.” She planted a single kiss on Holly’s hand as they shook, then turned her full attention to the ring, as if it were the simplest gesture. She kept her keen eye trained on the combatant, taking note of every little movement, waiting to see who would make the first move and set the pace. ”Your man is bold, I’ll give him that. He’s faced similar opponents before, correct?”

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco grinned as Morrigan laughed, but tried to stay focused on the match. He tried to strategize some takedown methods, planning his approach. The woman was extremely confident, and he couldn't just take her lightly. She was clearly powerful, flexing and showing off during her pre-match check, and Blanco knew if she caught him sleeping, he was in for a world of hurt.

The young woman didn't move straight in off the bell, which was fine with He kept loose, hopping lightly, keeping his body moving and his blood pumping. He circled with Morrigan, keeping distance for a moment, looking her up and down and trying to remain ready to react when she did make a move.

At ringside, Holly tried to suppress a flinch as her hand was kissed by the redheaded German. Holly shifted backward, crossing her arms beneath her ample bust and trying to keep her eyes on the in-ring action. She nodded and smiled when the woman spoke, though.

"He's a little too thick to intimidate," Holly smirked, teasing her man even if he couldn't hear it. "And he's faced plenty of women like Morrigan before." Strong, confident, powerful ... all the things Holly wasn't, she noted to herself. Blanco hadn't exactly won against every woman like that, but of course she wasn't going to say that. "He's going to enjoy this match."

In the ring, Blanco opted to test the waters and move in. Taking a quick lunge step forward, the luchador raised his arms to try and lock up with Morrigan in an elbow and collar tie up. If she locked up with him, Blanco would quickly move to shift grips, clasping her arm and dropping so that, with a twist of his hips, he could try throwing her with a classic arm drag!

[BlackAkuma]

Sabine managed to contain her laughter, a small miracle, as Holly flinched and covered her chest. More or less the reaction she had been fishing for. Satisfied, she brought her eyes back to the ring. ”Ah, a stubborn man. I adore those. For different reason than you, I suspect.” She leaned to the side and spoke with a lowered voice, though her focus stayed in the ring. ”You look positively ravishing in that dress, by the way. I’d dare say you’re drawing more eyes than I.”

She was about to further lavish Holly when she was interrupted by an abrupt crash in the ring, the sound of Morrigan’s giant body hitting the canvas and rolling off. She’d moved in when Blanco went for the tie up, tried to overpower him and push him back, and this was the result: sent flying by an arm drag by a man half her size. ”Focus, Morrigan.” She whistled from the sidelines. ”Eyes on the prize, eyes on the prize.”

”I know, mum.” The Morrigan called back as she rose to her feet with a twitch in her good eye. She still kept her smile, but she would be lying if she said that wasn’t a little embarrassing. She knew she was bound to get knocked on her arse sooner or later, just an unavoidable fact, but less than a minute in?

Right, then. Forget the foreplay.

The Morrigan rushed in, closing the gap with solid and powerful strides. Sticking to her strongest suit, she threw out a quick jab from the left the moment she was in range and followed it up with a commanding right cross, trying to force Blanco into a brawl right out of the gate.

[Luncha_Libre]

Arms still crossed protectively over her cleavage, fingers touching her chin, Holly tried to keep her focus on the action in the ring. She made a nervous squeak, however, when the topless woman complimented her looks, something about her words sending a nervous chill up Holly’s spine. Mercifully, however, the action started, and Blanco whipped Morrigan across the ring with an arm drag!

“Go, mister, go!!” Holly called out, excitement getting the best of her. The British Bombshell threw her hands up in the air and gave a little hop of excitement, ample bosom bouncing around in her too-tight red dress!

Blanco was grinning in the ring, watching Morrigan get up. Wanting to keep the pressure on, the luchador moved quickly to her, lunging in and going for another arm drag to disorient her … only to find Morrigan closing the distance quicker with a punch!

“UGH!” Blanco caught the jab full-on, and barely got his guard up for the right cross. Shaking his head, Blanco backed off, regrouping. With a twist of his hips, Blanco looked to fend Morrigan off with a hard side kick to her ribs, hoping he could slow her down …

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, the squeak Holly made was ridiculously adorable. Really, the longer Sabine hung around ringside, the more she was tempted to pinch this woman’s cheeks.

Yes, both sets.

She settled for a warm chuckle as she appreciated the sight of Holly’s breasts bouncing up and down, her bra working overtime to keep her prodigious assets contained. ”You call him ‘mister’? An intriguing way to refer to a partner.” She stroked her chin as a wry smile crept along her face. ”Perhaps we have something in common. Do you enjoy a bit of sport in the bedroom, as well?”

Back in the ring, the only sport that intrigued Morrigan was hunting Blanco, something she was doing with great zeal. She had a quick, satisfied laugh as her first punch connected, and even though he managed to block the second, she kept pressing on, knowing this sort of fight favored her. She’d taken hits from guys twice his size and still put them down, so if they were brawling, she was winning.

That wasn’t to say he didn’t have any bite at this range, the kick he drilled in her side did make her wince, and she’d been feeling it for hours. But it wasn’t enough to keep her from moving in with open arms, trying to pull him close to strike him with a hellish rising knee to the breadbasket.

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly's enthusiasm was dampened by her man getting into trading blows with Morrigan, but she was startled by the question posed to her.

"W-what?" Holly asked, buying her lip. "No, that has nothing to do with him trying me up! That- wait, no, I mean ..." Flustered, Hija cheeks turned a red as her dress, and she whipped back to try and focus on her man's action in the ring!

Blanco's kick to Morrigan's ribs excited thru the arena, and Blanco was getting ready for his next move. She was in reach now, with a firm grip he could fall back and use her momentum to throw her on the thick ass with a monkey flip ... except that Morrigan took that kick much better than expected!

"HHHNGGH!!" Blanco grunted as Morrigans, knee strike smashed his abs, driving into his body and folding him over. Winded, Blanco fell into Morrigan, face in her chest, arms over her shoulders for support. Moaning, Blanco tried to replace the air smashed out of his body ...

[BlackAkuma]

”It’s nothing to be ashamed of, meine frau.” Sabine waved off Holly’s worries with a swipe of the hands. ”By statistics, one-third of couples dabble in BDSM, and I suspect another third are simply too embarrassed to admit it. It’s perfectly normal, especially given your previous experiences in the ring.”

She let that last statement hang out there as she, too, brought her focus back to the ring. Aside from a questionable start, Morrigan was handling herself rather well, already putting the more experienced wrestler on the backfoot. Time would tell if she could keep this up, but prospects appeared promising, as he knees left Blanco gasping and leaning on her for support.

”Easy, easy.” The Morrigan smirked and rubbed her chest against his face, taking full advantage of their position as he leaned against her. ”I’ll get your face back 'tween my tits before we’re done, trust me. For now, though…”

The Morrigan’s thick arms shot out and wrapped around his chest, pulling him in close and lifting him off his feet without a bother. She held him there for a painful moment, squeezing and pressing and running her tongue along his neck with a lewd lick before she arched her back and attempted to send him flying across the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex, making sure to put her total weight into the throw for maximum distance.