Clair Garland vs. Santa Tigresa

Santa Tigresa had this strange woman down, and she wasn't about to trifle with her, now. The purple-haired seductress was a strange one, leaving the Tigresa unable to wrap her head around her strange actions and motivations in the match. That unfamiliarity made Claire a dangerous foe, and the Tigresa had to step up her game accordingly. The lionsault was a bold move, risky, but as the curvy luchadora sailed through the air, ready to crash down on her enemy, she felt that every bit of risk would be worth the reward, when she came crashing down on the Garland woman's seemingly vulnerable figure.

Clearly, La Santa was unprepared for what would come next. As she completed her arc, wild hair flowing behind her as she sailed through the air, the latina warrior opened her eyes just in time to see Claire lift her knees. Instead of the soft, prone body of Claire, which La Santa had been expecting to find, her body made contact instead with firm legs and unyeilding knees. “Hhhhhgggnnnnn!!” La Santa moaned, as her soft chest gave way to hard, firm leather. The collision drove the air from the Tigresa's lungs, giving flesh compressing against unforgiving boot, leaving the Tigresa rolling helplessly off to the dominatrix's side.

Santa Tigresa's chest heaved, as she fought to take air back into her lungs. Hugging her arms around her aching chest, La Santa was momentarily rendered helpless. From beneath her mask, the Tigresa's eyes betrayed more than a slight bit of fear, as she looked back to Claire. Battered and breathless, the Tigresa knew she was currently helpless against her seductive foe, and she feared that the dominatrix knew that, as well.

Santa Tigresa had gone for a move which could without a doubt have spelled out a lot of trouble for the young Garland girl, however that move came with a lot of risks and was far more flashy than most of the things which the dominatrix usually did...though no one said submission holds couldn't look damn good. Still it was a move meant to rally the crowd and get them fire up, as well as bring down some hurt on the purple haired girl. Fourtunetly for her, she had been able to raise her knees up in time!

When the masked wrestler crashed down upon the large breasted American, the crowd winced and groaned in sympathy for Santa Tigresa. It was never a pretty sight to see a beautiful girl crash into a pair of knees that just seemed as if they had been hammered into ones midsection...however such was the case here. Tigresa rolled over and off of Claire, which let the purple haired girl rolled to the otherside and onto her front, from there she would push herself up to all fours and keep her gaze fixed upon her opponent.

Claire would let out a long and drawn out breath, before she would try and crawl over to the tiger masked girl. When she reached her, the purple haired beauty would attempt and reach down for Tigresa's head and try and pull the girl up into a seated position, looking to make it so that her foe faced the same direction that Claire did. If she could accomplish that, then the dominatrix would try and shoot her legs up and attempt to lock them in around Santa's arms and move her feet up to interlock them with one another against the back of La Santa's head. Claire was looking to try and lock the Tigresa up into a painful lotus lock submission hold as payback.

The curvaceous luchadora wriggled and squirmed, as Claire stalked and mounted her. She could feel her lungs burning with pain, after the impact of those knees against her body. The impact had driven the air from the luchadora's lungs, left her weak as a kitten against the dominatrix's assault. Santa Tigresa could hear the crowd's sympathy, for her, the start of a cheer to rouse her spirits. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to give the luchadora enough strength to fight back against her foe. After the impact of her body striking Claire's knees, La Santa had flailed around the ring for a moment, helpless, looking like a deer in the headlights before the seductive dominatrix.

Beneath the mask, La Santa's face and chest flushed red, with embarrassment. She'd given her all to this fight, and it seemed like Claire was more than ready for her. The Tigresa had hardly realized what was happening, as Claire yanked her helpless body up onto her bum, in a seated position. Clumsily, the Tigresa tried to work her way free, only to quickly find her arms constricted by Claire's thick legs. Bent forward in an agonizing hold, Santa Tigresa couldn't help but let out a long, loud moan of pain. The American had her firmly tucked into a lotus lock submission, La Santa's arms tucked upward helplessly, her figure compressed downward in agony. "Gggghhhnnn," she grunted, rolling lightly from side to side, "nnnggghhh ... nnnoooo ... let me go!" the luchadora insisted, trying to resist her foe. While the hold itself was agonizing, the Tigresa kept her hands stretched outward, palms open, trying to make it clear that she had no intention of tapping out. However, La Santa could only hope that her body would be able to hold out, as well as her willpower.

Trapping the wriggling beauty that was the masked wrestler was more than a joy for Claire, she could feel her mouth watering at the sensation of the struggling girl. As her arms slide slighty up and down the bare pats of her thighs, feeling the back of the slightly bigger girl's back rub against the lucious rear of the sexual Claire Garland. She let out a light purr as she felt how Tigresa was struggling from left to right and did all she could to try and free herself.

That would probably be a difficult task though, while of course it wasn't impossible...Claire's legs were deadly! Very very deadly, they were thick and strong, capable of squeezing girl's into submission alone. Now she was using them in full effect to compress and pain the Tigresa's body and shoulders, pushing down upong the girl's beautiful frame, all the while trying to make her look as helpless and adorable as the cub she was trying to make the girl into.

" Let you go ? ~ No my sweet cub. I will make sure you realize what kind of predicament you are in. It seems to have eluded you when you stepped into this ring with me. However it needs to be clarified. Don't you think ?" Claire let out in a sensual whisper to the tiger masked girl, trying to squeeze her legs together a bit closer and with it put a great strain on La Santa's shoulders and shoulderblades.

“Hhhnnnn!” Santa Tigresa groaned, as she squirmed in Claire's hold. The Tigresa was strong, but her sultry opponent's legs seemed to be that much stronger. A chill ran down La Santa's neck, as Claire whispered in her ear. As she writhed and struggled, in Claire's hold, she hated to admit to herself that some fear was beginning to set in. Already, La Santa could feel her shoulderblades grinding together, her arms straining in their sockets.

It was easily the most helpless that Santa Tigresa had yet felt, in an AFW ring, and the seductive Claire's strange mannerisms didn't do anything to help that feeling. A sob of pain escaping from the base of the Tigresa's throat, she knew she had to do something, if she was going to stay alive, here. Forcing her way out from Claire's grip was out of the question, and hoping for her opponent to get tired was out of the question.

Gritting her teeth, La Santa braced her feet flat against the mat, and tried to steady her nerves. There was a thin sheen of sweat on her body, her arms visibly trembling from the strain. With all of the strength she could muster, the Tigresa pushed up on her own, powerful legs, and tried to roll back towards Claire. The latina warrior knew escape would be impossible, but if she could roll backwards enough, and survive the strain of doing so, she hoped to roll Claire back with her. She didn't expect a pinfall, out of it, but hopefully the threat would be enough to make Claire finally release La Santa from her torture.

Claire licked her lips as she heard the chocked sob of pain escape from her hippy foe. The girl was without a doubt feeling the pain of the mighty Lotus lock, a hold that Claire really did love to lock her opponents in, bringing the pain and keeping her foe almost completely unable to fight back was a sensation which the beautiful Claire loved more than anything and such was the case right here and now. Grinding La Santa's shoulder blades together and straining the beauties arms, shoulders and upper back in such a excellent manner that simply screamed of Claire's dominance right now.

Though to get ahead of herself too far was gonna cost Claire a bit, she was aware of that as La Santa had already shown that she was far from helpless against the mighty purple haired dominatrix. Even so, Claire had not counted on La Santa's leg strength to be so great and for the girl to fight against the beautiful Claire in this hold of hers. Pushing her feet up and folding the dark clad wrestler up, pressing her shoulders down against the mat and with it the ref-girl quickly went down besides the two beauties.

" One!..." she let out as her hand slapped down against the mat, raising it up again and hitting the mat one more time the ref-girl cried out " Two!..." Following the second count Claire would attempt to buck up and attempt to push the two of them onto the side, trying to keep them locker in the hold for now, but freeing herself from the pinning predicament. " Not gonna happen sweetheart. " Claire would whisper out to her foe as she'd try and reach out with one of her hands and attempt to grab a handful of La Santa's long black hair and tug on it.

Santa Tigresa groaned in pain, as she rolled over Claire. The hold that the curvaceous dominatrix held her in was agonizing, and it was all the latina warrior could do, to roll her over for a desperate pin attempt. La Santa could feel Claire's figure, trapped between herself and the mat, the grind of their bodies together as her aching shoulders were practically screaming in agony. “EEEaaaggh!” The Tigresa roared, as she completed the reversal and prayed for a three count.

Her heart sank in her ample chest, however, when that three-count never came. Claire threw her off, just after the ref girl had counted two, bucking Santa Tigresa off of her narrowly escaping defeat. Behind her mask, the Tigresa's eyes widened in fear, as Claire's voice purred tauntingly into her ear. “Aaaoww!” La Santa cried out, as the purple-haired dominatrix clutched a fistful of her wild hair, making her lose all composure.

In all of her years of wrestling, La Santa had never been up against a woman like this. So confident, so assured, so dominating. The Tigresa found herself growing fearful, unable to shake the feeling that she was this confident, pale vixen's plaything and nothing more. La Santa chewed her lip as her head rocked back, Claire once again asserting her control over the latina's unwilling body.

A firm grip of the dark wavy hair of the girl of the girl was all that Claire had at the moment, well that and her unbelievable submission skills, coupled with her other talents. Though that wasn't exactly a lot in this particular moment. All that she could do right now was control the way the Luchadora moved, which she would do by attempting to pull the girl up towards her feet so that she was facing Santa Tigresa's back.

Following which the busty purple haired beauty would attempt and slide her hands around La Santa's neck, tightening those arms around as she coiled them like a serpent did it's body to it's prey. Her voluptuous figure pressing against La Santa's hippy frame. The domineering Claire attempted to try and lock the tiger masked girl into a well fixed sleeper hold, where she hoped she could control and drain a bit of the beautiful girl's energy. So far the girl was being far to energetic within Claire's submissions holds, and that was something which the skilled dominatrix just couldn't have.

Squirm and struggle as much as she could, Santa Tigresa just couldn't work herself free. Something about Claire's wrestling style kept her at a loss. Maybe the confident way in which she held the Tigresa's body, the strange utterances she would breathe into La Santa's ear, that caught her off guard. Whatever it was, Santa Tigresa knew she was being put on the defensive, and had no idea how she could combat that.

"N-no," she stammered, as she felt Claire's arm wrap around her neck, "release me! Aaarrghh!" The Tigresa groaned loudly, frustration in her voice as the sleeperhold was locked in. Visciously, La Santa bucked and struggled against the dominatrix's body, her ample frame thrusting and bucking against Claire's body as she desperately tried to squirm free. Santa Tigresa's wild hair flew in every direction as she did so, beads of sweat flying from her brow. If Claire was able to keep the hold, it would all be far too much wasted effort, but the Tigresa was in a panic. The veteran luchadora had never faced an offense like the one the sultry, purple-haired dominatrix was bringing to her now. She had no idea how to deal with it, or if she even could.

Claire could only grin and smirk as she locked her arms in tightly around Santa's neck, squeezing tightly upon that throat with her powerful arms as she managed to lock in the tight sleeper hold...though the second she did the purple haired woman got to feel the mighty struggles of the panicking little Tigress. There was certainly a great deal of struggle between the two wrestlers as Santa Tigresa was struggling and Claire would do her best to keep a hold of her.

As the curvy luchadora was struggling against her and doing her what she could to escape the clutches of the purple haired dominatrix, who would try and press her curvy frame up closer against Santa Tigresa and attempt to tighten her arms around the woman's throat, as she'd try and force the girl down onto her knes! Attempting to keep the control over the raven haired woman!