Re: â€œRISING SUNâ€ HINATA HUERTA VS SANTA TIGRESA, su Lucha Debut!

by Lunchador Fri Jul 25, 2014 2:06 am

Santa Tigresa readied herself, in the brief moments it took Hinata to get to her feet. The fiery young woman was certainly putting the luchadora through her paces, tonight. Though undisciplined, La Santa had to admit that the fiesty younger woman was really putting her through her paces. Still, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. If anyone in the audience (or the locker room) was still harboring doubts about the older woman's skill or passion, this was exactly the kind of competition that would help her put them to bed.

Hinata took off like a shot, rushing at her full-tilt, not giving La Santa a moment to formulate a counter. Still on a knee, still trying to nurse those sore ribs, the luchadora was forced to react on pure instinct. No plan, no strategy, just a base reaction to try and match the ferocity of Hinata's assault.

So, with that, Santa Tigresa launched herself forward. Pushing off of her powerful legs, the luchadora lunged forward to try and spear Hinata, aiming her shoulder square for the younger girl's toned abs. It wasn't as powerful a spear as if she'd had proper time to set herself, but the Tigresa was counting on Hinata's forward momentum to do most of the work, for her. Just a bit too late, however, did La Santa realize that she'd done nothing to protect her head from the stiff forearm strike coming down on her head, now. The blow landed flush with the top of the Tigresa's skull, but she'd already committed to her lunging spear. She was going down to the mat, to be certain, but the luchadora was hoping that at leas she could take her opponent down, with her.

by Alexandra Mon Jul 28, 2014 4:34 am

In any other situation, the feeling of her forearm smashing down into La Santa's skull would have felt great to Hinata. More then great. It would have felt awesome. Unfortunately though, La Santa wasn't just going to sit there and take it. Her spear slammed straight into Hinata's smooth, firmed abs, and took the younger girl straight down to the mat.

Hinata let out a startled shout as she hit the canvas, writhing around beneath of the Tigresa. That didn't feel good. It had felt like a big, tiger-esque train had slammed right into her, knocking the wind clear out of her sails. Even if the spear wasn't at full power, there was still enough strength behind it to bring Hinata down, leaving her pained and gasping underneath La Santa, the young girl trying to figure out just how the hell that had happened.

by Lunchador Tue Jul 29, 2014 2:17 am

In a mass of flowing hair and shining, sweat-sheened skin, Santa Tigresa had managed to explode off of her knees to come crashing into the oncoming Hinata. Much to her relief, the luchadora felt Hinata's slender midsection give a bit to her assault, and fall backward. Unfortunately, none of this did anything to mitigate the force of the girl's forearm to La Santa's head, stunning her more than she would have liked.

The two girls came crashing down to the mat, together. The Tigresa couldn't help but let out a slight â€œhnn!â€ of pain and shock, as the two of them bounced down, coming to a rest on the mat. La Santa shook her head, wildly, trying to clear the stars out of her eyes, and get a concrete sense of where she was. As she did so, though, she let her wider, thicker body slump over Hinata's. As a pinfall attempt, it was clearly half-hearted. But if nothing else, it would be a chance for the Latina warrior to get her bearings, not to mention test the waters and see how the newcomer would respond to such an early attempt at a pin.

â€œOne!â€ the ref girl counted. La Santa didn't hook the leg, didn't try to press down on Hinata's face. She only tried to gather her wits, and wait to see what the her younger opponent's response would be.

by Alexandra Sun Aug 31, 2014 5:27 am

Perhaps in any other case, Hinata would have just lied there, and tried to gather her energy. It wasn't like she could do much more after getting hit by what felt like a truck. The sound of the referee's first count though, brought the young Hinata to attention. Her eyes snapped open wide, and her entire body tensed up. No way. No way was she being pinned here. Not like this.

As the referee's hand dropped towards the mat for it's second count, Hinata let out a sharp yell, jerking her body upwards to break the pin. Afterwards though, she slumped back down, groaning softly as she fell back to the canvas. She still needed a couple moments to regain her bearings. La Santa was a big woman, and Hinata sincerely doubted that anyone would be getting right back up so soon after being rammed into by her.

by Lunchador Sun Aug 31, 2014 2:02 pm

Santa Tigresa laid sprawled out over Hinata, her shoulders heaving as she fought for breathe. The younger woman was a scrapper, no doubt, and already doing an admirable job of keeping the luchadora on her toes. When Hinata forced herself out of the pinfall, La Santa rolled backwards. Even beneath her mask, the disappointment on her face could be seen from the cheap seats. The luchadora was hardly surprised, though. There was no way a spitfire like Hinata was going to be put away, that quickly.

La Santa rolled away from her foe, onto her hands and knees. After a moment, the Tigresa pushed herself back up to her feet. Breathing so heavily that her chest was straining against her tights, her body covered in a sheen of sweat, the luchadora began to size up her young foe, once again. Her head was spinning, still aching from the blows Hinata had nailed her with, earlier on. The luchadora knew she'd have to push past it, if she wanted to have a chance of winning, but it was easier said than done.

Getting her bearings as well as she could, Santa Tigresa reached down, and gripped Hinata's head. With one hand firmly on each side of the younger woman's jaw, the Tigresa began lifting her up. La Santa eyed the corner of the ring, figuring that to be the best place for her to take the match, next. A stationary position, but potentially brutal. Only just recovering from all of the effort she'd just put herself through, however, the Tigresa was slower to action than usual. If she could, she wanted to get Hinata to her feet, and shove the girl back against the corner. The luchadora's only hope was that she could do so, before the young upstart recovered enough to stop her.

by Alexandra Wed Sep 03, 2014 9:58 am

Hinata remained lying there, as La Santa rolled away from her. She took in a few steady, deep breaths, glad to have the woman's weight off of her body. She needed to focus. She needed to get her head back in the game. She needed to get up and bring the fight back to the Tigresa, before the larger woman could do the same to her first.

She started to slowly sit up, but as she did, she felt La Santa's hands clamping against her head, suddenly grabbing her, holding her in place. A startled cry passed her lips as she was dragged up to her feet, helpless in the Tigresa's grasp. She reached up, grabbing at her wrists, trying to loosen her hold. It hurt, feeling those hands squeezing against her head, and all she wanted was to loosen that grip so that she could get some relief.

Relief that soon came, as La Santa suddenly let her go, giving her a rough shove. Another cry escaped Hinata, as she went stumbling backwards, landing against the corner. Her body arched into a painful angle as she struck the turnbuckle, and her arms grabbed at the ropes, the young grappler left reeling in the corner, staring back towards La Santa with an almost frightened look on her face. She was seriously starting to wonder if maybe she had bitten off more then she could chew with this woman.

by Lunchador Fri Sep 05, 2014 4:43 pm

Santa Tigresa braced herself, lowering her center of gravity and taking a moment to rest her hands on her thighs. She could feel the sweat dripping down her body. Thus far, the Tigresa had managed to do a good job of keeping on top of her fiery young foe, but the luchadora had to take care not to overextend herself. Already, La Santa was worrying about how much longer she could keep up this pace.

It was tempting to slow the match down, a bit, but La Santa worried about the idea of giving the younger woman a chance to catch her breath. The luchadora's skull was still throbbing from the sting of Hinata's earlier strikes. No, Santa Tigresa decided, she needed to keep coming on, strong. Wear the dangerous younger woman down, and keep herself from falling prey to those vicious strikes, again.

Lunging forward, breaking into a full run, Santa Tigresa rushed to the corner that she'd just planted Hinata against. Looking directly into Hinata's eyes, the Tigresa let out a roar, from deep within her throat, and threw herself into the air. The luchadora got as much height as she could, from the running jump, with the goal of bringing her thicker figure crashing down on the more slender Hinata. The Tigresa aimed to plant her chest directly into Hinata's face, hoping to bend her spine even further, against the turnbuckle.

by Alexandra Sat Oct 11, 2014 3:32 am

Alexandra wrote:The sound of La Santa's roar sent a chill down Hinata's spine. She couldn't deny it, the sound of absolutely terrifying. Even if it wasn't, the very sight of a woman like Tigresa coming flying towards her would be enough to break a lesser woman's spirit. She stared in awe, and in horror, as La Santa leaped into the air, coming flying towards her, and for the briefest of moments, Hinata froze.

But only for a moment, a brief, short moment. Hinata was a lot of things, but she was not a lesser woman, and she had a lot to prove in the ring tonight.

Her own instincts suddenly took over, Hinata's arms flying to the sides, gripping the ropes as tightly as she could. With a mighty yell of her own, the shorter girl suddenly jumped upwards, using the ropes to brace herself as she brought her legs up into the air, aiming her boots right for the center of the Tigresa's chest, hoping to impale the larger woman upon them. This was going to hurt, but Hinata could only hope that it would hurt La Santa more then it would her.

Lunchador wrote:The effort of pushing off, taking that massive leap into the air, was exhausting. Throwing her considerable frame up into the air, Santa Tigresa committed herself as fully as she could into the corner splash. Fortunately, the fans rewarded her amply, for the effort. The flash of the arena lights and the roar of an appreciative crowd filled the Tigresa's senses, as she felt the brisk air against her skin as she sailed upwards.

From the audience, her loud roar of triumph had been met with an appreciative cheer. The response from Hinata, however, was entirely unexpected. Opening her eyes, Santa Tigresa could see the younger woman throwing her boots up into the air. Far too late to change course, the only thing La Santa could do was take the impact full-on. Her diving form failing her at the last moment, arms flailing, the shock clear on her face despite the mask, Santa Tigresa landed chest first on Hinata's unforgiving boots.

Hinata's feet drove hard into Santa Tigresa's chest, aided by gravity and momentum. “Hhhhhggnnnn!” La Santa groaned, rasping, as the counter drove the air out of her lungs. The luchadora flopped hard to the mat like a wet sack of potatoes, her back hitting the mat with an audible slam. Legs akimbo, arms wrapped tightly around her aching chest, Santa Tigresa tried and failed to stifle a groan of agony, while fighting to get air back into her lungs. La Santa would have kicked herself, if she had the strength. She knew that she was pushing her luck, keeping up the pace that she had. Hinata had her opportunity, and she'd seized it. The Tigresa could only lay there,prone and vulnerable at Hinata's feet, and wait for whatever the fiery rookie was ready to dish out.

Alexandra wrote:After her desperate counter, Hinata found herself leaning against the corner, wincing in pain as she watched La Santa writhing against the mat. Her legs were hurting. She may had taken the Tigresa down, but the impact of the woman's weight crashing into her legs had done a fair number to her as well.

She could ignore it though. La Santa was down and she was more then ready to try and take advantage of things.

Grabbing onto the ropes again, Hinata held on tight and jumped upwards, pulling her body up onto the ropes, slowly moving atop of them. She watched La Santa as she lay against the mat, her eyes glimmering with an eager light. She waited there, crouched on the top rope, waiting for the older woman to rise back up to her feet, waiting for the Tigresa to move before she launched her next attack.

Lunchador wrote:Santa Tigresa was left flat on the mat, clutching her aching chest after Hinata's well-placed kick laid her out. Back arching in pain, the latina warrior struggled with getting air back into her lungs, following the hard landing onto Hinata's boots. Several times, the luchadora tried to right herself, to no avail.

Like it or not, the latina warrior was momentarily grounded, only able to look back up at her fiery opponent and wait for her next move. La Santa gritted her teeth, as she stared wide-eyed at the younger Huerta from beneath her golden mask. As much as she struggled to get off of her back and return to her feet, Santa Tigresa was still, unfortunately, at the mercy of her young opponent. She could see the look on Hinata's face, with the seemingly sadistic gleam in her eye. The Tigresa's boot pounded the mat, trying to put herself into position to counter or escape. Unfortunately, the massive ache in her chest rendered such a thing completely impossible.

by Alexandra Sun Oct 19, 2014 9:50 pm

Hinata grinned, watched La Santa lying on her back, unable to rise or even move. She had her now, she knew it. The titan was done and Hinata was up, and that was all that mattered!

She rose up into a standing position atop the turnbuckle, and spread her arms wide, letting out a loud, ferocious cry...or at least, what she thought sounded ferocious, anyway. Then she leaped off of the turnbuckle towards the Tigresa, dropping down towards the larger, more experienced woman, trying to drive both of her knees into the woman's chest!

by Lunchador Wed Oct 29, 2014 12:52 am

Staring up into the unforgiving arena lights, Santa Tigresa struggled and failed to roll herself off of her back. Head spinning, skull feeling like it was throbbing against her mask, she could only make out the barest outline of Hinata, as the younger wrestler posed intimidatingly on the top turnbuckle. “Guh, nnuuh ...” La Santa groaned, helpless, as it dawned on her what the youthful spitfire had in store for her, next.

“Eeeyaaarrrghh!” the Tigresa cried out, as Hinata's stiff knees collided hard with her soft, yielding chest. If nothing else, the sudden blinding agony erupting from her bruised chest put some life into the luchadora's body, as she turned herself over. Arms crossed protectively over her chest, La Santa could feel something shifting, worryingly, in her torso. A cracked rib? Something worse? Chest pressed to the mat, bum straight up and tips of her boots pounding the mat in pain, La Santa could only moan in misery, while she tried to recover from Hinata's devastating strike.

Slowly, with purpose, Santa Tigresa pounded her fist against the mat. Body quivering as she tried to keep the sheer agony in her chest from overwhelming her body, Santa Tigresa attempted to force herself back to her feet. The crowd began to rally behind her. A resounding clap followed each beat of the Tigresa's fist against the mat, helping to give her something to focus on beyond the pain. During all of this, however, the luchadora knew that somewhere, outside of the periphery of her vision, Hinata was lying in wait, likely ready with another brutal move ...

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