“RISING SUN” HINATA HUERTA VS SANTA TIGRESA, su Lucha Debut!

Hinata was waiting for the Tigresa to rise back up, a vicious grin on the young girl's face. She had this. She had every advantage and she knew it. La Santa was going down!

She had rushed up to her feet almost as soon as she had collided with La Santa, waiting patiently for the bigger, more experienced woman to rise, and now that she was rising, Hinata was ready for her. She had to frown at the sound of the crowd though, annoyed at how they seemed to be rallying behind the woman. It didn't matter though. They wouldn't be rallying behind her for long once they saw Hinata bring her down for good!

Hinata waited for the Tigresa to rise up, just the perfect amount, and then went charging back in towards her, jumping up towards the woman. She lifted her knee, trying to slam it straight into the side of her skull as La Santa rose up, trying to send her straight back down to the mat!

Everything twirling around her, the entire world seeming a horrible mess of motion and pain, Santa Tigresa was reduced to her hands and knees as she tried to find out what was happening around herself. It seemed like the younger, more lithe Hinata had been bouncing around the ring for so long, now, that the more experienced luchadora was simply treating Santa Tigresa as lame prey. While the luchadora was prepping herself to rise, her eyes scanning the arena frantically for her opponent, she still could only lay kneeling on the mat. Part of the latina warrior was obviously still preoccupied with trying to find the source of her assault, despite her frantic attempts to get back to her hands and knees.

In an instant, the watery-eyed luchadora watched Hinata rush her with the raised knee. Before she knew it, the stiff bone was colliding with her vulnerable face, sending the Tigresa crashing down to the floor. Santa Tigresa's skull bounced against the mat with aplomb, sending the thicker woman scrambling across the ring in a pathetic attempt to get everyone under control. On her hands and knees, the luchadora gave Hinata a look that seemed almost helpless, despite her obvious frustration. "Y-yugh," she stammered, her ample figure straining against her tights, "yuh-you haven't finished m-me, yuh, yet ..." she stammered. Despite her failed attempts to talk a tough game, however, Santa Tigresa did her level best to try and focus inward. Trying her level best to ignore the stinging pain in her face, screaming through her spine, La Santa waited for her opponent's next strike. This girl obviously meant business, and the Tigresa knew that she could only survive by resonding in kind. Trying to ignore all of her pain, every single one of her aches, the luchadora sat on her knee. The second that Hinata came in, she hoped to be ready to catch her, pull the younger woman tight, and use that leverage to bring her down hard.

Hinata jumped back, after her knee struck gold against the Tigresa. Her grin spread wider, almost as if it was going to grow right off of the young girl's face! She had this oversized old woman right where she wanted her! Down on the mat right where she belonged.

She leaned forward, her hands on her knees, and looked at La Santa, snickering as the woman tried to get back up. "I've so got you, Tiger Tits!" she crowed, looking pleased as punch with herself. "You're finished! You're right where I want you! You should just stay down and let me pin you!"

When it became obvious that the luchadora wasn't staying down, though, Hinata straightened back up, and turned away from her. She took a few steps away, then turned, running right back in towards her. Again she jumped up with her knee, trying to smash it right into the woman's jaw, trying to slam into her with her finishing strike, the High Touch, in hopes of knocking her right out!

Even behind the mask, Santa Tigresa's expression of agony read clear as day to the entire arena. Mostly, though, the luchadora was kicking herself for the state she was in. She'd found Hinata cocky, brash. She hadn't taken the rookie seriously enough. And now, as a result, she was struggling to get off the mat, her entire body aching, and in serious danger of getting finished off.

The Tigresa threw her head back, beads of sweat coming off of her hair in a wide arc, as she watched Hinata bearing down on her as she finally managed to roll up to her hands and knees. Unsure of what the young woman was setting up, La Santa was nonetheless certain that it would be more than enough to leave her an unconscious mess, in the middle of the ring. “Rrrrgh,” she growled, face flushing. There was no way she was going to let that happen. Not here, not tonight, and not against an opponent like Hinata. With all of the girls taunting, the “tiger tits” nickname, the constant disrespect … Santa Tigresa couldn't suffer the indignity of lying down, not without beating some respect into this brat!

“Ggggrraaaaahh!” the Tigresa bellowed, exerting a massive effort to throw her thick frame forward. Pushing past the pain, La Santa jumped forward, trying to catch the onrushing Hinata with a spear. Shoulder aimed squarely at Hinata's well-toned belly, arm ready to block that rising knee, Santa Tigresa was putting everything she had into trying to halt her opponent's momentum. The impact of her body against Hinata's muscular midsection would be jarring enough, but her planned follow-up would be even more difficult. The larger of the two women, Santa Tigresa would normally have no problem hoisting Hinata up. However, the damage that Hinata had already done to her body was taking its toll, causing the luchadora struggled to get Hinata off of her feet. She hoped to plant the petulant young woman straight down into the mat with a spinebuster, to take the wind out of her sails and turn this thing around. The crowd was roaring at the sight of the luchadora seemingly coming back to life, and Santa Tigresa wanted to reward that support more than anything in the world.

Hinata thought for sure that her High Touch! would be enough to finish off the Tigresa. She thought for sure that she could end this match right here and right now.

What she wasn't thinking at all was that La Santa still had the energy to fight back against her!

The look on Hinata's face when her more experienced opponent suddenly lunged towards her, grabbing her knee and ramming into her with that brutal, explosive spear was incredible. It was the look of someone who had just been taken completely and utterly by surprise, the look of someone who knew they were in trouble and didn't even realize how or why.

"Nnnnnffgg!" came the choked, forced cry past Hinata's lips, as the Tigresa's spear rammed into her. She would have dropped to the mat afterwards...no, she would have flown across the mat from the pure strength and energy of that spear, but with La Santa holding her knee, all she could go was hang limply against the woman. Only for an instant though, as she was suddenly pulled up into the air, getting slammed with great authority into the mat by the Tigresa's spinebuster.

Her entire body jerked as she hit the canvas. Another cry forced it's way past her lips, and her arms and legs flew up, before dropping back down to the mat, the young rookie going completely limp beneath the massive frame of La Santa.

Gasping, panting for air, a wave of relief washed over Santa Tigresa's body, as she felt her opponent's lithe figure crumpling beneath her. Hinata had youth and energy on her side, but fortunately it seemed she had underestimated the luchadora. Exhausted, still recovering from Hinata's brutal strikes, the Tigresa let her frame simply melt into Hinata's for a moment, in the center of the mat. Panting, skin covered in hot sweat, Santa Tigresa tried to recover, waiting for her head to stop throbbing, for her heart to stop threatning to pound straight out of her chest.
However, she wouldn't release Hinata's knee. After a moment of gathering her strength, the Tigresa steeled her nerves, and hooked her opponent's other toned leg. Rising to her feet, the Tigresa would attempt to lift Hinata from beneath her. Part of her wanted to taunt her, to pay the upstart back for all of her insults and jabs over the course of this match, but instead she remained silent. A quiet, almost monolithic figure beneath the bright arena lights, trying to give the impression of towering over her vivacious young foe.

Gritting her teeth, Santa Tigresa would then lift her leg, and try to twist over her foe. Still aching from Hinata's brutal assault, and still recovering from the energy it took for the powerful moves she'd just landed on the rookie, it was a risky venture, even for such a basic move. Still, the Tigresa would attempt to twist her opponent's muscular young body into a punishing boston crab; settling her weight right on Hinata's lower back, bending her into a nearly perfect “C” shape.

Hinata seemed pretty out of it. That last fall, that nasty spinebuster, had taken a lot out of her. In fact, if the Tigresa had went for the pin right then and right there, then there was a good chance that she would have easily picked up the win!

But she didn't. Instead, La Santa lifted up Hinata's leg, twisting the girl onto her stomach. The sudden bolt of pain that ran through her leg as she was turned over was more then enough to snap the young Huerta back to reality, her eyes growing wide as it began to dawn on her just what was about to happen.

"H-hey!" she yelled, trying to turn her upper body around to look towards La Santa, but it was too late, and she was still reeling from that spinebuster. Within mere moments, the Tigresa had her twisted around into the Boston crab. The younger girl began to cry out, a shrill, pained scream escaping her lips, as the larger and suddenly more dominant woman locked in her submission on her.

Hinana, for the moment, was trapped, completely and fully.

Feeling Hinata's toned leg tucked into her arm, folded tight against her body. The high tone of Hinata's cries hit her ears like broken glass, but La Santa Tigresa wasn't going to relent, for that. The younger competitor had earned her respect, and the Tigresa wasn't going to start going easy over a few tears.

La Santa sank her hips into Hinata's, resting her lower back against her younger opponent's lithe frame. Beads of sweat were running down the Tigresa's thick frame, angling down her every ample curve, as she locked the hold in with as much might as she could. Hinata could likely feel the Tigresa's thighs, quivering against her waistline, betraying how vulnerable the luchadora actually was as she tried to sink in the hold.

"Give ... up!" the luchadora grunted, as she yanked back hard on Hinata's leg. "Y-you've ... you fought hard! There's no shame in calling it a night, now!"

The Tigresa was strong, there no was no denying that. She had power to spare, and she more then her fair share of skill to match.

That's what was so frustrating for poor Hinata. She knew she could beat La Santa. She knew she could bring down the larger, towering veteran. All she had to do was run circles around her, knee her a few times, then bring her crashing down to the mat. She just knew she could get the victory over the more experienced luchadora.

But here she was, trapped in her hold, her body beaten, worn down by the Tigresa. Her leg was being bent back into the most awkward of positions, her entire body getting pulled into the perfect C-shape. It was humiliating, and despite Hinata's best efforts, she couldn't think of a way out of this one. She stretched out her arms, trying to drag herself towards the ropes, but she couldn't get her hand in range. She tried to buck her body, tried to thrash up and down to loosen the hold, but she was too tired, too exhausted.

There was only one option left for her.

With a pained expression and a few tears roaming down her face, she began to slowly tap at the canvas, signalling her submission to La Santa and the referee. The referee looked shocked for a moment, then turned to the ringside officials, signalling to them that the match was over, and soon enough the bell rang out, heralding the end of Hinata's big debut.