Clair Garland vs. Santa Tigresa

Santa Tigresa felt confident, as she mounted her purple-haired opponent's slender body, and tried to lock in the legscissors. She could see in Claire's face the anger and frustration she was causing her, and while she wasn't specifically trying to hurt the girl, it let Santa know she was in control. Facing off against a confident, gorgeous opponent like Claire could have be incredibly intimidating for the luchadora, so every ounce of confidence she could muster, she had to soak in. The Tigresa's chest swelled with pride, as she squeezed down on Claire's soft midsection, trying to soften the younger wrestler up, a bit.

Things shifted suddenly, however, as Santa Tigresa had reached across the ring for Claire's wrists. The sudden shift of momentum, as Claire began to roll the Tigresa over, caught her completely off-guard, eliciting a shocked “Que?!” from the luchadora. The next thing the poor woman knew, she was the one on the mat, staring at the crowd in shock, only knowing where Claire was by the feeling of the woman's firm thighs mounting the Tigresa's back. The Tigresa tried to push herself up, but Claire had firm hold on her legs, already. “Oooh, no …” Santa Tigresa said, as she realized what hold her opponent had gotten her locked into. As Claire locked in the crab, the helpless Tigresa could only let out a cry of pain, feeling her back wrenched and compacted by the beautiful, younger grappler.

Turning the two of them around seemed to have worked out perfectly for the beautiful Claire Garland, her plan being a success in not only taking Santa by a bit of surprise, but hopefully she could teach the girl a bit of a lesson. That submission moves was here field, a field where she excelled beyond anyone else and that she should not be trifled with.

The fat that the Tigresa seemed stunned and then worried brought bundles of joy for the sexual purple haired beauty, smiling almost wickedly as she put herself down on the small of her foes back and placed the girl in such a nice reverse boston crab. But was that enough for Claire ? Since she seemed to have the go right now, the buxom beauty would try and reach down, attempting to do something similar to what her tiger masked for had planned to do.

Claire would try and reach up to grab Santa's wrists and try and pull the girl's arms back, as she held the girl's legs by her arms underneath her armpits. With a heave Claire would attempt and push herself up into a stand and proceed to attempt and lift Santa up by her arms and legs, trying to lock in a quick and smooth rocking horse submission hold. A devastating submission move that was draining, sadly it was draining for both parties though...

A low moan escaped from Santa Tigresa's lips, as she felt Claire locking in the hold. She could feel her slinky opponent settling in on her lower back, her hold on the Tigresa's helpless body tightening. With visible effort, La Santa began to feel around the ring, hoping to catch hold of the ring ropes and earn her freedom before Clair was able to cause her too much damage. Instead, however, it seemed her desperate flailing only put her in position for the purple-haired siren's next move.

When Claire clasped hold of Tigresa's wrists, she was able to yank the luchadora's entire, curvaceous figure off the mat, causing her incredible pain. “Nnyyaaaaa!” the masked latina screamed, the rocking horse hold locked in. Claire was bending her body in ways La Santa Tigresa could hardly bear, embarrassment beginning to settle in at the pit of her chest as the younger, buxom girl continued to dominate her. Tigresa had hoped to be doing much better than this, in her match, but it seemed her foe was far more proficient in the art of submission wrestling than she had given the girl credit for.

With every moment, Santa Tigresa the pain grew worse. Claire had applied the hold solidly, and the Tigresa was forced to bite her lip, looking desperately for a way out of the hold and finding nothing. To make matters worse, the luchadora's could feel the pull of gravity on her ample frame, putting even more stress on her lower back. It was still far too early for the Mexican wrestler to consider submitting, but for now, all she could to was hope that her ability to endure the hold would last longer than Claire's ability to keep her in it ...

Holding the beautiful and struggling Tigresa up in such a painful, dominant and humiliating hold was without a doubt a great joy for the beautiful Claire. Of course she knew that this hold wasn't the best one to try and weaken someone with. The rocking horse submission was better used against foes who had been already battered quite a bit in a match and was just that one push away from giving up, as this hold was more of a painful rather than damaging one.

Still, Claire hadn't decided to put her foe in this hold out of the intent to bring some damage that she could exploit later on in the match. No! Claire had put Tigresa in this hold for the sole reason that she wanted to humiliate and dominant her foe. And hearing the screams of the tiger masked girl was just the satisfaction that Claire wanted. So as she felt Santa struggle in her grasp, the purple haired beauty soon had to decide what to do.

After a few seconds of torture in this hold, Claire would lick her lips and then finally try and swing Tigresa backwards in the hold, before having her swing forward like a pendulum, in the apex of the forward swing, Claire would let go of Tigresa, hoping the girl would fly forward a tad bit and crash down on her own impressive chest right down against the mat.

Santa Tigresa tried desperately to cut off her own cries of pain. It was humiliating enough that Claire was using the luchadora's own, curvaceous frame against her, with this hold. Crying out like this, however, felt like a betrayal of her own lucha legacy. Gritting her teeth, La Santa tried to hold it in, choking back another cry, trying to stay strong even as Claire's hold was sending waves of agony through her entire body.

Fortunately for the luchadora, it seemed the slender Claire wasn't planning on trying to keep her aloft in the hold for long. Unfortunately, it seemed Claire had more planned for the poor latina than a simple release from the hold. La Santa grunted in pain, as she felt her body being swung back and forth by her dominant opponent, letting out a cry of shock as, reaching the high point of the swing, she was released and sent tumbling gracelessly forward.

The Tigresa landed hard, chest-first, on the mat. “Gnaaa!” she cried out, springing up to her knees. The luchadora knelt there, a moment, both hands devoted to massaging the aching pain out of her tender chest. Still feeling far from dignified, the Tigresa was nonetheless grateful to be out of the hold, finally. As La Santa struggled to get back to her feet, she knew she was open to another attack from Claire, right from behind. Still feeling the sharp stinging pain in her ample chest and backside, however, all the luchadora could do was hope she could muster a counter, when the time came.

" Hahah!" Claire let out as she threw Santa Tigresa forward and watched the girl smack down into mat, chest first. The cry of the sexy Tigresa was something that Claire could almost say filled her with pure delight. Of course it did help that it had been in the eyes of the purple haired beauty, a well deserved payback. As she had felt as if Santa Tigresa had attempted to toy with her, in using submission moves against a woman who prided herself on being the best of the best when it came to submission moves. A specialist in making people submit to her will and domination.

With Santa downed on the mat, the beautiful Claire would quickly start and walk up towards the girl, who was still showing her back to the sexy and seductive Claire whom was strutting towards the tiger masked foe. When she reached her, Claire would attempt and go down, attempting to grab a hand full of Tigresa's hair and use it to try and pull the girl up into a full stand.

If she wasn't interrupted, then Claire would attempt and slide her arms up in under the Tigresa's arms and slide her hands up behind the back of Santa's head, clasping them together to lock her opponent into a standing full nelson hold, which would make Claire's large round orbs dig into the upper-back of her slightly shorter foe.

Still massaging her chest, Santa Tigresa flushed, slightly, hearing Claire laugh behind her. The Tigresa had faced quite a few opponents back home in Mexico, and while those matches hadn't gone well for her, the once-nun couldn't think of a single foe who seemed to take as much sheer joy in causing pain as the purple-haired beauty. The realization sent a worried chill through the Tigresa's body, as she tried to get back to her feet.

She was shocked to attention, though, when Clair took a fistful of her dark brunette locks, and yanked La Santa to her feet. "Aiee!" she shouted, as she tried to adjust to the sudden change in her position, and deal with the sting in her scalp. Claire had certainly taken charge in this match, and something told Santa Tigresa that if she wasn't able to mount some sort of comeback soon, things could only get far worse, from here.

Which, they then did. Feeling Claire's arms sliding across her bare shoulders, Santa Tigresa immediately recognized the full nelson hold that Clair was attempting to lock in. She could feel her shoulder blades pressing hard against Claire's ample chest, making her feel even more trapped, as Clair was taking full control of her body, in the hold. Arms flailing and legs kicking out forcefully, La Santa hoped that she'd be able to shake her opponent off, before the sadistic and slinky Claire would be able to lock the hold in, completely.

Closing in on the beautiful Santa was going well and it seemed as if she was starting to be able to lock in her submission move to try and bring about a bit more humiliation and domination over the tiger masked luchador. The girl's arms and legs however wouldn't stop flailing, the girl was struggling a whole lot and Claire hadn't even managed to singe in the hold yet. Which brought a fair bit of trouble for the stunning Garland girl.

She was left with a choice, to keep trying to lock the hold in an fail, or to abandon it in favor for something less dominating and humiliating. Claire was reluctant on that front, but she knew that if she wanted to keep up a good appearance in this match, then the beautiful purple haired girl had to attempt and bring Santa down again. For that reason Claire would quickly try and abandon the full nelson, slipping her arms away from Santa Tigresa.

However, the beautiful Claire would attempt something else. As she would try and lift her leg up to then try and stomp it down against the back of the girl's knee. Trying to bring her down onto her knees before the beautiful Claire. The stunning beauty would attempt and then grasp two handfuls of the dark brown hair of Tigresa and yank it backwards, attempting to throw the girl's head and back down hard against the mat with a painful hairpulling yank.

Santa Tigresa let out a sigh of relief, as her attempts to break free of Claire's dominating hold finally bore fruit. It wasn't the most technical counter, she had to admit, but it was worth it, to not have to endure yet more of the gorgeous Garland girl's abuse. Fixing her eyes on the ropes, the Tigresa decided that her best bet of keeping that from happening again, was to start building some momentum. Clearly, her opponent was well-versed in submission maneuvers and holds, and seemed to take a sadistic glee in using them. The Tigresa figured that if she could get moving, take advantage of some of her more daring lucha libre tactics, she might stand a chance against the vampy, dominating Claire.

Unfortunately, before she had a chance to make a run for the ropes, Claire kicked La Santa's knee out from under her. La Santa fell to her knees with a loud cry of pain, her cheeks reddening in pain and frustration at being brought low by Claire, yet again.

“Aaaiiiea!” she cried out, as Claire's fingers dug into her hair, sending the luchadora crashing to her back. Her entire body bounced and shook with the impact, the air driven out of her lungs by the force of the unexpected collision. La Santa tried to massage some of the pain out of her scalp, her chest rising and falling visibly, as she struggled to catch her breath. It seemed that this woman just wouldn't let up. “No mas,” she said, her voice somewhat raspy, for lack of air, “no more, with the hair!” The Tigresa knew how pathetic she must look, at the moment, being ground under Claire's heel, as she was. Santa Tigresa tried to brace herself, planting her feet on the mat, but trying to keep loose. La Santa didn't like her prospects against Claire's ground game, but it seemed she didn't have a choice. Until she could get back to her feet, Santa Tigresa was simply going to have to hope that she could remain prepared for whatever her strange, sultry opponent would throw at her, next.

With Santa down on her back, looking quite pathetic in the eyes of the slamming hottie that was Claire Garland, who simply stood towering over the older woman who was begging for the feisty Garland girl to let off on the hair. Of course Claire took this with a slight scoff and then proceeded to simply shake her head a bit. If she didn't want her to have any hair-pulling fun...well then Claire decided that she wouldn't..for now at least.

All that meant for Claire was that she'd have to find another way to have some fun with this Luchadora. She'd go in down towards the girl and attempt to seat herself on the girl's chest. Grinning down at the girl's face as she tried to plant her perfect rear on top of the luscious chest of Santa Tigresa. Her knees would fall down beside the girl's head as she'd attempt and move them down on top of her foes arms and try and pin those limbs under her weight.

" If you insist little tiger ~ I had though you'd be a lot more feisty though. Most people i've met that dress like animals, tend to at least try and be a bit like them. You...well not so much, unless you are trying to play a cub ?" Claire said in a mocking and teasing tone to the masked wrestler, as she'd bring her hand down to gently pat against the girl's cheek. Her attempt was to try and make Santa Tigresa seem helpless, even if she wasn't, it was enough for the crowd to think that for but a moment and hopefully for Tigresa to think that as well.