Clair Garland vs. Santa Tigresa

Throughout this entire match, Santa Tigresa had felt utterly confounded by Claire, and by her strategy. Clearly, the sultry younger woman was skilled in submission wrestling, but she seemed to be more interested in toying with the Tigresa than she was in forcing her to submit. In the past, Santa Tigresa was used to facing foes who went for the jugular; Claire, however, seemed perfectly content to take her time, and take on the luchadora at her own pace. Which, in La Santa's mind, made her opponent seem far more dangerous than simply some hot-bodied young thing that just decided to try her hand at wrestling. Clearly, this girl knew enough to be dangerous.

Santa Tigresa chest rose as she took a deep breath, a loud moan on pain and frustration escaping her lips. The Tigresa's back arched as she tried to massage some of the pain in her spine, her figure straining tightly against her ring gear, as she tried to get her mind off of the pain and on to mounting a defense. When she opened her eyes again, however, La Santa was hardly prepared to see Claire coming down, taking a seat on the luchadora's chest.

“H-Hey!” She snapped, “what do you think you're doing?” Squirming under the Garland girls' toned thighs and bum, Santa struggled to gain leverage against the younger woman. As uncomfortable as she found it, Santa knew that at the very least, her breasts were hardly a stable seat, and she hoped to be able to shake her opponent off before the girl could start doing any damage to her. What she hadn't counted on, however, was for Claire's long legs to wrap around her arms, further trapping her. Trying to regroup, La Santa planted her feet against the mat, preparing to use her own powerful legs to attempt to bridge out of the mount, and earn her freedom.

The luchadora froze, however, the moment that Claire's fingers lightly brushed her cheek. “Que?” she said, wide-eyed, trying to figure out what Claire was playing at. It seemed like a meaningless, even arrogant move, at first. As Santa had noted earlier, though, Claire clearly knew what she was doing in the ring, and that was even more worrying than a direct attack would have been. For the moment, Santa would be lost in her confusion, forgetting even to put her strength into her much-needed escape attempt.

Claire was quite content with her seat right now, as the busty chest of the quite lovely looking Santa Tigresa proved to be a very comfortable seat, it was like a nice cushion for her bum to sit on. While it wasn't an easy seat to gain control over, it seemed as if she was pulling that of with even surprising skill and finesse even for herself. She hadn't expected Santa Tigresa to be this complient towards the beautiful Claire taking a good seat upon the beautiful masked girl..

However, it was most likely to what Claire figured, that she had confused the girl. Which seemed very clear by her constant questioning of what was going on, what the purple haired American was doing, and so on. Claire would roll her eyes as the question as she brushed her finger tips along Santa's cheek. " I am taking a comfortable seat upon a cute little cub ~ " The girl would speak out in a sultry tone as she'd try and then pat the girl's cheek softly.

" It seem I was right though. You really are a cub." Claire said, before she'd try and move her hands down towards Santa's head and try and slide them in behind the girl's skull and claps those hands together at the back. After which she'd give the beautiful buxom masked wrestler a wink of her eye. Following which Clair would attempt and to do a swift roll towards the side, attempting to roll over onto her back and have Santa roll with her, in the roll Claire would try and slide her legs up from their kneeld position and up over Santa's shoulders, in order to try and have them come wrap around the girl's head for a tightly locked in headscissor hold, attempting to have her powerful thighs start to crush the skull of the luchadora.

The confusion and frustration on Santa Tigresa's face was clear as day, as she watched the capable Claire Garland riding her bucking body like an expert. The luchadora's lips were curled into a sneer of disbelief, as she looked up and took in the sight of Claire's slender body taking its position atop her, dominating the luchadora. La Santa shook her head defiantly as Claire's fingers caressing her bare cheek, but the poor luchadora remained naïve to her opponent's tactics, and clueless as to what sort of counters she might try to mount against them. The curvaceous latina warrior could only writhe and buck against her opponent's mounting body, but she could feel the sultry young Garland girl's legs clenching down on her, rendering La Santa's attempts at resistance useless.

'”What do you mean 'cub,' chica?” La Santa managed to choke out, an edge of anger in her voice, as she felt Claire working her body over. La Santa didn't have the leverage to muster a defense, from here, but she quickly realized how important it was to mount at least a verbal defense. As Claire's powerful thighs turned the masked wrestler onto her side, she struggled hard to break her body free of Claire's legs. “I am Santa Tigresa IV,” she shouted, as much to herself as it was directed to everyone in earshot. “I am a luchadora,” La Santa cried out, as she felt Claire's powerful legs clinching down on her neck, beginning to squeeze the life out of her. “And I am no one's 'cub,' chica!”

La Santa Tigresa put every ounce of strength she could into planting her feet against the mat, and preventing Claire from pinning her down against the mat completely. At the same time, she struggled to keep her breath, as she felt Claire's firm thighs threatening to choke the life out of the luchadora. Firm and tight, La Santa could feel Claire's legs pressing down hard on her neck, sending sharp pain through her spine and threatening to cut off the curvy grappler's access to air. Instinctively, La Santa sank her fingernails into Claire's legs, hoping that the sharp stabbing pain would be enough to force the younger wrestler to release La Santa and give her a shot at a counter move. It felt unsavory, to resort to such blatant catfighting techniques, but in her moment of desperation, La Santa Tigresa could think of no alternative. And if that wouldn't work, La Santa could only grit her teeth, and hope that she could muster the strength to survive the hold long enough that she could find another opportunity able to mount some other defense ...

The fact that her foe was not only defiant but also being so adorable while being defiant was something that simply made Claire's day....possibly even her week...It had been a boring week okay ?! Anyways, Claire was simply loving the fact that she was able to play around as much as she wanted with her new found 'cub'.

While Santa Tigresa was defiant and tried to act tough and proud with her talk about who she was and what kind of wrestler she was. Apparently the sexy woman seemed to be very proud of being a luchador, something that Claire couldn't fully understand why...but she wouldn't do anything to tarnish that...for now ~

As she locked the hippy Santa Tigresa into the painful headscissor, she found herself slightly impressed by the fact that the girl had managed to push herself up with the aid of her own legs, which probably were pretty powerful as well. Claire figured the question of who exactly had the most powerful legs would have the be answered before the night was over, but for now she was left being impressed by the tiger masked wrestler who she held in quite the painful head squeezing hold still.

" The fourth huh ? ~ Does that mean there are three other cubs for me to play with ~? " Claire asked in a almost delighted tone of voice, of course it was but a mockery and she was only making fun of the girl in a teasing sort of way. However, that fun spirit did somewhat vanish when Santa Tigresa's nails found their way to Claire's bare thighs and dug in deep in her skin. " GIiiiyaah!" Claire yelped out in surprise and pain at the action, causing the beautiful purple haired wrestler to unwrap her legs from the luchadora's head and instead tried to use them to push the girl back. Clearly Claire was not very pleased by the action, as a scowl and a growl came to be from Claire as she pushed herself up to her feet.

Santa Tigresa hated herself, for the moment, for using such horrible tactics, in breaking free of the firm and merciless grip of Claire's legs. But something about this woman was beginning to get under la Santa's skin. She couldn't help but feel confused, by this woman. On the one hand, she came across as warm, kindly, even as she was dominating the luchadora. It was nothing like the violent, angry tone she'd seen in the AFW previously. But at the same time, the suspicion in the back of Santa Tigresa's mind lingered, that she was being talked down to, patronized and disrespected. Not just she, herself, but her entire legacy. And the nun-turned-luchadora simply couldn't let something like that slide.

As the Tigresa felt Claire's puts putting it to her back, pushing her across the ring, she tried to roll with it. Some distance was likely the exact thing she needed, from her opponent. Strange mannerisms or not, the sultry, purple-haired woman was clearly an expert in submission wrestling. La Santa realized she would have to rely on some of her more technical, high-speed tactics, if she was even going to have a chance, in this match.

“I truly am sorry, chica,” La Santa said, as she rose to her feet. “But I can't have you disrespecting me, and especially not my mask. I'm carrying a proud tradition, a legacy, and everything I do is to prove to my people and my family that I'm worthy of it.” The Tigresa took some clumsy steps backwards, still trying to find her footing, again, until she found the ropes. Her curvaceous body leaned on the ropes, once, twice, as la Santa prepared to move forward. “But you clearly don't understand that. So let me teach you!” With that, La Santa bounced off the ropes, running full-tilt toward Claire. When she was close enough, the luchadora would jump upwards, flipping through the air, trying to land a senton splash on the dominating vixen.

Still being down on the mat and mending her clawed up thighs after a move which she was now determined to make Santa Tigresa pay for caused Claire to be forced to listen to the Luchadora's little speech about how she was sorry but she had to do it for her lineage or some kind of annoying reason to which Claire couldn't be bothered to care about at the moment. The beautiful purple haired dominatrix like wrestler would make sure to start and show this Tigresa exactly what happened when you angered the one and only Mistress.

However, when the tiger masked girl had finished her speech Claire saw and heard the girl's clomping feet as the smacked against the mat. She looked up and saw that the raven haired beauty was rushing off towards her and before the beautiful and buxom miss Garland could act, Santa Tigresa jumped up and came crashing down upon the busty frame of the sexy Claire. Smacking right into her with that Senton drop which flattened Claire's body against the mat. " Aaagh!!"

Coming down hard to the mat, Santa Tigresa felt every bit of the impact of her body crashing down on the purple-haired grappler's. She wasn't feeling it nearly as much, however, as she hoped Claire was. The Tigresa had quickly been getting used to the younger, more aggressive women of AFW trying to take advantage of her. Claire, however, was something different. Something much more insidious, and La Santa realized that she was going to have to be even more careful around this seemingly-sweet, surprisingly threatening vixen. Claire had been just as disrespectful, just as harsh, as the other girls, but there was something else, behind that. Something subtle, something seductive. And the Tigresa feared that if she wasn't careful, she was all too likely to fall prey to it ...

Taking just a second, La Santa rolled her shoulders back, putting her chest forward as she tried to massage the pain out of her back. However, the Tigresa knew she couldn't simply lie back and rest. Her sultry competitor was clearly an expert in submission wrestling, and every moment La Santa spent with her body pressed against her foe's was another moment Claire had a chance to get hold of her, and start dominating her yet again.

Instead, La Santa rolled hard on the smart of her back, planting her feet against the mat. She felt Claire's soft, warm body beneath her, and pushed hard from her shoulders off of that. Swinging off of the kip-up, La Santa planted herself hard on her feet, and spun quickly. Hoping her opponent would still be on the mat, La Santa spun on her right heel, swinging her left foot hard for a low kick towards Claire's head.

Tigersa's swanton had done quite a bit to take Claire down onto her back and leave her with quite a bit of pain running through her chest and upper body. Not only that, but it also had left the beautiful and buxom Claire stunned quite a bit. Which seemingly left the younger wrestler quite open to further attacks as the tiger masked girl soon moved up and off of her. Claire was left down and pushed further against the mat as Tigresa moved up to her feet and took advantage of Claire slightly stunned and downed state.

The darked haired and slightly bigger girl kicked back her foot and shot it back around and drove her heel right down against Claire's head. The powerful kick smacked hard against Claire's purple haired head and drove Claire down onto the mat again, making the beautiful girl roll over onto her front as her hands went up to hold her pained head which now pulsated with pain. " Aagh!" Claire shouted out in pain from that kick, as it seemed as if Santa Tigresa was starting to get into the swing of this match and used to Claire's little tactics and skills.

Santa Tigresa took no small amount of pleasure, in the feeling of her boot colliding hard with the back of Claire's skull. Her sultry, purple-haired foe had taken full advantage of La Santa throughout the entire match, but now the luchadora seemed to have the initiative, and she didn't intend to give that up for anything. Even now, while she was standing tall and proud, La Santa could remember just moments ago when Claire had her locked down and suffering, in her humiliating submission holds. More than anything, the fierce luchadora wanted to keep herself free of suffering a situation like that, again. And so, she knew she had to keep pressing forward, bringing the pain, keeping the seductive young submission expert at the disadvantage.

Seeing Claire reel from the pain of taking the luchadora's boot to her head, La Santa decided she had a chance to work a bit boldly. Briefly, she thought back to the myriad of moves she'd learned in Mexico, hoping to not only take advantage of a downed and stunned opponent, but to pay tribute to her high flying heritage. Quickly, La Santa picked a spot on the ropes, and went for it. Quick as a flash, she hopped over Claire, trying not to be distracted by her opponent's writhing, curvaceous body, and ran full-tilt towards the ropes.

Upon reaching the edge of the ring, the Tigresa hopped upward, gripping the top rope firmly in her hands while she planted the soles of her boot against the bottom rope, using them as a springboard to launch herself high into the air. Despite being rather heavy-set, the Tigresa was pushing off of powerful legs, and got her full figure high into the sky above the mat, as she came down in a wide arc, preparing to deliver a heavy lionsault to Claire's vulnerable figure. Assuming, of course, the purple-haired vixen was still presenting herself as a prone target ...

Claire was dazed and hurt by that vicious boot that she had taken to the back of her head, which had left the purple haired beauty down on the mat for a short while now, groaning in pain as her arms slowly rose up to rub and hold the aching skull. She had done a bit of a miscalculation when it came to dealing with the Tigresa, having let the girl get back or rather start up an advantage had cost Claire dearly, especially when it came to how much pain she was in at the moment. At least it seemed as if the girl had learned that she couldn't go about making the purple haired beauty submit, as submission holds was her speciallity.

The hippy girl soon ran off towards the ropes, which Claire heared as the stomping off the girl's feet on the mat echoed through her skull just as much as the pulsating pain that she was suffering from. The dark haired girl even took it to the point when she jumped over Claire's body as she was left there writhing in pain. Rolling over onto her back to protect her head from any further attacks that the masked wrestler might throw at it. "Nngh...."

Her head tilted to the side to look on at the beautiful luchadora who jumped off of the ropes, arching her body in the jump and flipping around as she came flying in that high arc. The beautiful Claire would grit her teeth, seeing that this was a great chance to get a bit of payback in on the masked girl for her cruel headkick. As such the busty dominatrix wrestler would attempt to curl her legs up and place her knees out so that when Santa Tigresa's busty frame came crashing down onto Claire's sexy body, the first thing that she'd meet thanks to her lionsault would be the hard knees of the submission expert.