Clair Garland vs. Santa Tigresa

The lights around Santa Tigresa began to grow dim. The luchadora's breath became heavy, difficult, as the weight and heat of Claire's body enveloped her. Santa Tigresa sank her knees into the ring mat, and tried to brace herself. She'd faced many opponents in many rings all over the world, but the voluptuous dominatrix was bringing her something entirely different to their competition, tonight. A shiver ran through Santa Tigresa's entire body, making every inch of her flesh quiver beneath Claire, as she realized that she might not know how to deal with this kind of competition ...

"Ahh!" the Tigresa gasped, as Claire's body thrust up against her. "N~no! Let ... me ... go!" she cried out, her curvaceous frame bucking and rocking against Claire's body. She gasped, as she felt Claire's sultry figure against her soft flesh. The woman's arms dug the sleeperhold in tighter, making La Santa weaker by the moment. Still, the luchadora put every bit of energy she had into getting back onto her feet, pushing upward, hoping that getting back to her feet would take Claire's leverage away from her. Santa Tigresa was desperate for her hot, sweat-sheened body to force its way from beneath her opponent, to get back into the fight.

The Tigresa was without a doubt fighting with a large amount of heart as she was struggling against Claire's incredibly skilled sleeper hold which was looking to be simply draining quite a bit of the hippy girl's wonderful body. Claire kept up the tight hold as she hugged in closer towards the shapely woman as she kept up the tightly locked in sleeper hold upon the raven haired girl's frame....

Soon though the hippy girl decided to start and moving up, pushing herself up towards her feet which was forcing the purple haired Claire's hold to weaken little by little as she was put into a situation where she be on her feet along with Santa as the dominatrix was pressing her busty front against the Tigresa's body with her arms still trying to squeeze tightly. " Kh...stubborn little cub, aren't you ?!"

"Nngn! Ahh!" Santa Tigresa moaned, as Claire's busty figure pressed down into her shapely frame. The purple-haired dominatrix was taking firm control of the latina's body, but she still had no idea of how to deal with it. Santa Tigresa's breathing was getting hotter, heavier, her thick figure pressing hard and hot against Claire's flesh as she gasped and struggled for air.

"D-don't, agh, don't call, nngn!" Santa Tigresa gasped, as Claire's toned arms clasped around her throat, "Don't call me that!" She was shocked, pained at having a foe treat her so dismissively. Of all the opponents Santa Tigresa had ever had, none had ever treated her, ever dominated her, in a way like the young dominatrix had. Santa Tigresa's hot, sweat-sheened flesh rubbed and grinded against Claire's body now, her ample bottom trying to rock the buxom dominatrix off of her. Tears were forming at the corners of Santa Tigresa's eyes, as she told herself that her opponent hadn't dominated her, yet. She bucked and thrusted her body against Claire's, all the while fearing that it was simply too late to get herself free.

Things were going somewhat well for Claire even if the fiesty Tigresa had managed to pull herself up towards her feet, the busty purple haired woman had found her way to get a firm grip and to press her luscious body up even closer towards the beautiful raven haired woman...however, she was soon met with the girl's thick rear smacking into her groin and thighs, it smacked in again and again.

Each hit weakened Claire's hold up until the point where she was forced to abandon it and start to stagger backwards, her arms moving to hug her lower midsection, coughing a slight amount as she shook her head, slightly staggered by the raven haired luchadora's move and actions.

Once free, Santa Tigresa stumbled forward. She was coughing and gasping for air, trying to recover as much of her strength as she could. Claire's sultry demeanor, close-quarters tactics and the strange things she said, mid-match, were like nothing the luchadora had ever encountered before, and had managed to throw her completely off of her game.

Turning, she faced Claire with a vicious glare. Santa Tigresa didn't know how Claire had managed it, but the young woman was completely in her head now. The masked luchadora shook her head, hair shaking wildly from side to side, as she tried to get her head back in the game. Stepping forward, Santa Tigresa reached out and tried to hook the purple-haired dominatrix in an elbow-and-collar tie up, pressing her warm, tiring body firm against her opponent in hopes of pressing her backward in hopes of forcing Claire into a more traditional sort of contest.

Claire needed air right now, those blows had certainly taken a bit of the fight out of her....but she knew that Santa Tigresa was not in the best position either when it came to what was in their lungs. The purple haired beauty would take a few deep breaths, coughing and gasping a bit as she attempted to recover as much as she could.

Soon enough the raven haired luchadora turned to face Claire and the dominatrix would smirk, she would enjoy taming this fiesty tiger....the fight for domination was just as sweet as the very act of being dominant, after all. When the Luchadora moved forward and began to look as if she wanted to go in for a more traditional hold, a straight up challenge to the purple haired vixen....Claire just couldn't say no.

Claire went in and locked in with Santa Tigresa in the collar and elbow tie up and instantly attempted to pour all the power she had into attempting to over-power the beautiful hippy girl!

Santa Tigresa was desperate, could feel the sweat running down her hot, panting body. She was hoping for a shift in momentum, here, for this to be the start of a "round two" to her contest with the sultry dominatrix.

However, the look on Claire's face caught the Tigresa completely off-guard. The luchadora looked into Claire's eyes, and saw something in them she simply wasn't accustomed to, in the ring. The strange woman had been completely in her head the entire night, like nothing the latina warrior had encountered before.

And so, as Claire poured on the power, Santa Tigresa buckled. Almost immediately, she went down to a knee. Trembling, her warm, sweat-sheened body pressed tight against Claire, she was trapped. Powerless, and feeling far too aware of it.

Claire would let out a low giggle of joy as she easily overpowered Santa Tigresa and pushed the hippy girl down onto her knees, it seemed as if she was starting to wear down the heart, mind and body of the lovely Latina and that was exactly what Claire wanted.

She would keep her eyes locked with the woman as she'd proceed to try and force the Tigresa upwards a bit, only for the sake that she'd try and pull the woman up, attempting to control the flow of the match! If she got the Tigresa up to her feet again the purple haired beauty would attempt to shoot her knee up and attempt to bury it into the raven haired woman's abs to try and stun her!

Santa Tigresa looked around the arena in a wild panic. The dominatrix was in complete control, and clearly knew it. It was a strange and new and terrifying feeling for the Tigresa, not being in control like this, and the luchadora was not handling it well at all.

Worst of all, Claire would not let the Tigresa break eye contact. That was the most unnerving part of it all, and that was the deciding factor in making the Tigresa's body like putty in the dominatrix's hands. The Tigresa wasn't even thinking about it, until Claire had her upright, and drove the knee hard into her abs. "OOOOFF!" the Tigresa moaned, doubling over, holding her wounded core. Santa Tigresa tried to stagger away, to regroup, but at this point she was firmly under the purple-haired vixen's spell, without much chance of escape.

The purple haired beauty would attempt to walk up towards the side of Tigreas now, attempting pull Tigresa up a bit so she could attempt to raise her leg and start entwining it around Tigersa's, spreading the girl's stance out a but as she'd press her front against the girl's back and then proceed to pull the woman's closest arm behind her back, her own arms wrapping around the busty woman's neck as she'd attempt to lock in an abdominal stretch submission hold, trying to stretch out that frame of the lovely Latina.

" Huhuhu~ This is rather entertaining...let's see how limber you are ~" Claire let out in a teasing and domineering manner as she spoke to her raven haired foe, loving the feeling of dominating this large woman.