Santa Tigresa vs. Kia Manaputo [debut match]!

The stinging pain from the unexpected kick kept Santa Tigresa down longer than she would have liked. Her legs flexing, she did her best not to completely topple over, and push the pain down. The rush and exhilaration she'd been feeling up to now was almost entirely gone. The luchadora had done her best to impress the AFW fans here, tonight, and had been immensely grateful for the support they'd given her in turn. None of that, however, had kept Kia from putting a full stop to the Tigresa's momentum.

“Not … greatly ...” Santa replied to Kia, as she began to recover. However, her eyes widened from behind her mask, as she watched Kia lift her foot up into the air. Still too stunned to try and escape, Tigresa could only let out a loud groan of pain, as Kia's boot planted itself directly into her belly. “Hggnnn!” Tigresa cried out, wrapping her arms around herself protectively.

Somehow, Santa Tigresa felt she must have done something to really anger this younger girl. Or perhaps she was simply a much more aggressive competitor than La Santa had anticipated. Either way, the luchadora was helpless, flat on the mat, trying to gather her strength and hoping she could mount some kind of defense against whatever the younger girl had planned, next.

Keeping Santa on the ground was going to be the best method of trying to win this match. She was too dangerous to be allowed to carry on doing those flying moves. Her weight was enough to squash Kia into a pancake and every time she had done it Kia had paid the price. Kia had managed to finally take back control but it was obvious to all that Kia had taken some serious damage from the splashes and holds that Santa had excited on Kia. Her breathing was more laboured, more controlled, less subconscious. Her speed had been affected too. Now she was more sluggish, alot slower to react. Not to also mention her waist, fucking hurts after that waist scissor hold she used. Seeing Santa curled up on the mat bought a smile to Kia's lips. She would stand above the older wrestler and think for a brief second about what to possible do to help keep the pressure up. She knew trying to execute a submission hold would mostly backfire as Santa's considerable weight advantage would allow her to power her way out of the hold. Instead Kia would opt to simply fall onto her knees - ontop of Santa, driving her knees hopefully into the waist and ribcage of her opponent.

Santa Tigresa stared up at her opponent, from her unflattering position on the mat. The girl's smile seemed joyous, nearly vindictive, as she glared down at her. It was unsettling to the luchadora, seeing her opponent sizing her up this way. This first AFW appearance had meant the world to the Tigresa, but she'd expected her younger Japanese opponent to give her a healthy dose of competition, tonight. However, she seemed to be taking the contest far more personally, than that …

La Santa tried to gather her strength, hoping that she could wrest herself off of the mat and into a more competitive position. It wasn't easy, however, as Kia's stomps had rendered her core muscles momentarily useless. “Hnn,” she grunted, through gritted teeth, trying to roll back upwards. From the corner of her eye, however, the luchadora caught a glimpse of Kia launching upwards, knees pointed down, and she knew exactly what would be coming next. For all she could do about it.

“Aaauuuggnnn!” La Santa cried out, as she felt Kia's slender knees driving hard into her soft midsection, her chest and ribs shooting forward to collide hard with the younger girl's legs. Groans of pain emanated from the back of the luchadora's throat, as she struggled to block out the pain.

All of the control and power that Santa Tigresa had held, earlier in this match, seemed to be completely gone. Her face twisting into a grimace of pain beneath her mask, La Santa reminded herself that she'd endured worse. Balling one hand into a fist, La Santa pounded that fist against the mat, rhythmically, again and again, trying to rally the crowd behind her. After trying to build her strength that way, La Santa would roll onto her side, still nursing her battered belly, and attempt to struggle towards her feet in hopes of soon mounting a comeback, against her aggressive foe.

Santa was most certainly good at enduring attacks. Kia knew that she was good at it too but here it looked like she might of had her work cut out for her. Everything she had thrown at Santa seemed to have some effect but ultimately she would get up and keep fighting. This was true even now. Even though Santa was in pain she still got onto her feet, after taking a battering from Kia's knees she was up. So was Kia however. "You seem to be in pain, want me to help?" Kia would grin and edge closer to Santa, when she was closer she would use a technique that Toshiko had taught her to get the advantage. It was not a great technique but it worked in the past.

When Kia was really close to Santa, within grappling range, Kia would lash out and try to slap both of Santa's ears at the same time. Toshiko had taught her that hitting that area at the exact same time was really effective at disorienting people and stunning them for a small period of time. If it worked Kia would throw a gut punch into the girl and push her into the ring corner. The crowd however did not like it and very quickly booed what Kia was doing. How could a girl who had never been in a match here get so much crowd support.

Beginning to feel the strength of her powerful legs coming back, Santa Tigresa raised a fist to the crowd. Excitedly, she was starting to feel she was getting back into this match. Still, La Santa had to figure out some way to counter the aggressive techniques Kia was using. The girl seemed to have such a chip on her shoulder, that the Tigresa was shocked to see the girl smiling and offering help, as she turned to face her. By the time she caught on to Kia's sarcasm, however, it was already too late.

Dropping into a low stance, Santa Tigresa prepared to lunge forward, hoping to take control of the more slender, younger grappler's torso and take control. What she didn't count on, however, was Kia's strike, targeting the masked woman's ears. The Tigresa heard a loud pop, and suddenly everything felt and sounded somewhat underwater. Wide-eyed and stunned, the luchadora began to stumble backwards, helplessly.

She could hear the reaction of the crowd, but for the moment Santa Tigresa had no idea what was going on in the ring around her. "Aaaigh!" she cried out, feeling Kia's fist collide hard with her belly, sending the Tigresa stumbling back into the corner post. Her body draped helplessly across the corner, the luchadora could only shake her head. Slowly, everything was beginning to come into focus for her. A bit too late, however, for her to respond to whatever Kia had planned for her, next.

Kia made a mental note to thank Toshiko for the technique after the match. It seemed to work a charm and now her luchadora opponent was in the corner. She would let out a laugh as the crowd continued to support the lucha who was currently draped in the corner like a ragdoll. Kia would walk over to her and bring her foot up to kick her in the belly once more, a blow to try and soften the woman up.

"First thing you need to understand here old woman. While you might of been a legend where ever you are, here you are nothing but a wash out little jobber!" Kia would grab a hold of the woman's hair before trying to pull her into the centre of the ring. If she was able to do it she would hold the Woman out to the ground, before using her free hand to slap the woman in the face, holding her there with her hair.

"Here, you are nothing!" She would go to repeat her last action once more. This time however she would change her slap for a balled fist and once the punch had hit she would let go of the qoamns hair so she could just hit the mat. Suffice to say the crowd did not enjoy the performance at all.

Santa Tigresa, quite literally backed into the corner, was still trying to get her bearings. She was grateful for the crowd's support, tonight. Without it, she'd be feeling even more overwhelmed by Kia's surprisingly aggressive offense. The idea had begun to sink in, for the luchadora, that it was time to stop worrying about why and how the younger grappler had gotten so riled up, and start trying to do something about it.

Kia's boot collided with the Tigresa's soft belly with a resounding sound, nearly doubling the poor woman over, in her corner. What hurt her the most, however, was Kia's taunts, burning in her ears; back in Mexico, it was easily the name of Santa Tigresa that mattered to people, not the current La Santa, herself. And right now, backed into the corner, dominated, made to look as pathetic as she had been in this match, the nun-turned-wrestler wasn't living up to that name at all. While the shame of this washed over La Santa, she forgot about her opponent, momentarily, until Kia gave a sharp yank of her hair, sending the Tigresa tumbling towards the center of the ring with a sharp “Aiee!” of pain.

Another taunt, and another couple of strikes to La Santa's face sent her flat to the mat. She could hear the jeering of the crowd, unsure if they were more disapproving of Kia's rough tactics, or La Santa's nonexistent resistance, to them. Gritting her teeth, Santa Tigresa braced herself with her arms and back against the mat, resolved to at least try to muster some sort of defense. Thrusting her legs upright, she would attempt to catch Kia's neck, as the younger woman taunted her from above. It was a risky move, attempting to catch the younger girl in a headscissors from this position, but Santa Tigresa didn't want to just put up a fight, she wanted to do so with the style befitting her name.

Kia was enjoying this fight now. She was enjoying the fact that Santa was useless now. There was nothing she could do while Kia smashed and threw her around. "You know I am going to destroy you! I am going to make you regret coming over here!"

Suddenly however Santa managed to counter attack by wrapping her arms the neck and pull her down to the mat with a nasty head scissor hold. Kia would yelp and try to recover and escape, but the lucha women had very powerful legs which was making it really hard to escape. Kia was not going to fail at the final hurdle. She couldn't lose like this! No not now!

Flat on her back, Santa Tigresa tried not to dwell on the pain shooting through her face and back. Harder to shut out, however, were the younger wrestler's vicious words. La Santa could feel her cheeks reddening beneath her mask, as each bitter word got under her skin, made her doubt herself. Were all of the girls of the AFW so competitive and territorial? Was this going to be the luchadora's fate, every time she stepped into the ring?

Santa Tigresa pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind. This was what she was here for, she reminded herself. If she couldn't measure up to the taunts, to the pain and competition, then did she deserve to wear the mask and carry her legacy? La Santa dug deep, grunting with the effort as she thrust her legs up into the air, wrapping them around the younger Kia's neck. Gritting her teeth, La Santa dedicated herself to proving to this little spitfire, and to everyone watching this match, that this was somewhere that she belonged.

A surge of energy and excitement surged through La Santa's chest, which swelled with pride as she brought Kia down to the mat. She could feel Kia struggling to escape, the younger girl trying to work her way out of the hold. The Tigresa knew how to play to her strengths, however; La Santa slid one of her legs upwards, flexing her thick and muscular thighs against her opponent's slender neck, grabbing her boot in one hand in hopes getting Kia firmly locked in the hold. She could feel Kia's desperation in each movement, but La Santa felt just as desperate, just as driven. She couldn't let herself fall short, tonight, she just couldn't. “What do you regret, chica?” La Santa asked, as her legs struggled to keep her squirming opponent trapped in the leg scissor hold. “Do you regret not taking me seriously, perhaps? Do you?”

The problem for Kia was the fact that Santa's legs were pretty much all beefed muscle. Thus meant escaping a bit of a problem. How was she ever going to get out of this hold by squirming alone? Sanata had gotten her well and truly trapped. It also seemed that Santa knew it too, as it seemed to inspire a new level of confidence. "Don't get too smug you know. For the rest of this match I have been throwing and beating you around like a ragdoll. So don't even think for a second you stand a chance once I get out of this" For the most part it was just Kia blowing hot air out in frustration. It was true that so far Kia had been dominating Santa, but now they were down on the mat it was lucha territory, which made it dangerous for Kia to stay on the mat.