James Justice vs Vida Fenix and Santa Tigresa

James groaned when he moved away from the turnbuckle. He was grateful that Santa had left him alone, but suddenly, Vida's bare, muscular thighs wrapped around his neck and twisted him, slamming his head straight into the mat. He then lay sprawled out, the only movement that could be seen was the constant rise and fall of his chest.

The crowd popped for Vida, as she dragged James down to the mat with the springboard huricanrana. She popped up, thrusting her arms into the air triumphantly. Smiling from ear to ear, the rookie held an outstretched palm to her partner, her chest threatening to burst from her tights as she excitedly gasped for air.

"Are you tagging?" La Santa asked her, looking at the outstretched hand.

Vida looked thoughtful, for a second, then dropped her hand. "Right," she muttered, remembering that this was a match. She turned her attention back to the fit young man lying flat on the mat, trying to figure out her next move. Being in the corner, Vida backed up. She was giving James time to recover, to get back to his feet, as she mounted the second turnbuckle.

Vida realized that she might be giving him too much time to recover, but she didn't seem to worry. When James got back to his feet, Vida would launch herself off the turnbuckle, swing her leg out wide, and try to connect her shin with his skull in a jumping variation on the shining wizard.

James groaned as he got to his hands and knees. He then stood and held his head before she connected with the kick to his head. He crumpled to his knees before rolling as he fell onto his back. He went limp afterwards, the only movement that could be seen was small spasms from his legs and the rise and fall of his chest. He groaned a little, but remained still.

Vida rode James' body down to the mat, the rush of air and adrenaline coursing over her entire body as the pair of them came collapsing down to the mat. The diving shining wizard was a rare move, and as such it drew a loud cheer from the audience.

Vida popped up, after the both of them fell to the mat. She pumped her arms upward, soaking up those cheers with shameless aplomb. Beneath her, James seemed to be groaning, staggered by the blow.

"Vida!" Santa Tigresa snapped, leaning her ample frame over the top rope.

Vida looked surprised, for a moment, before catching on. "Right! Pin! I knew that!" In an instant, the young latina warrior dropped her toned bottom down to James' chest, pinning him against the mat. She reached out with both arms, hooking them around his leg as soon as she could. This gave James a full view of her toned, youthfully muscular back and bottom, but hopefully holding him against the ring.

"One!" the ref called.

The ref's hand slapped the mat once, jolting James awake. He admired the view of Vida for a second until he heard the ref slap the mat again, "Two!" the ref's hand was about to come down for the three count when suddenly, James kicked his legs out and rolled onto his side, breaking the pin, "Sorry sweetheart, but I'm not done yet." he panted and rolled her off of himself gently before rising to his feet slowly, giving Vida the chance to attack him again.

When James kicked out, Vida looked absolutely shocked. In her head, it was a done deal. She posed so confidently, so dominantly above him, that his kick-out sent her sprawling embarrassingly across the mat. Vida caught herself, winding up on her hands and knees just a few inches away from her opponent. Vida glanced fearfully over her shoulder, clumsily scrambling to get back to her feet as James watched. The fit young woman had lost all composure, unfortunately, despite how energetically she fought to get upright.

"I-I know you're not, perro," Vida grunted, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "But, I'm not either!" James seemed to be rising slowly, letting Vida catch her breath. It seemed like a trap, but the young luchadora-in-training wasn't going to let an opening slip by. Thrusting from her toned hips, Vida thrust a kick backwards, swinging a well-toned, powerful leg as hard as she could toward James' midsection.

James smiled a little, not sure how much the kick was going to hurt until it actually hit him. When it connected, he felt like he had been sucker punched in the stomach. He dropped to his hands and knees, holding his midsection with one hand while using the other to steady himself.

With James doubled over, Vida swung another leg around. The first kick had stunned him, it seemed, so Vida hoped that the second would connect hard when she swung it hard at his head. This time, the young luchadora hoped she could bring him all the way down to the mat.

All the while, Santa Tigresa watched from her corner. She was studying her opponent, to be certain, but she was keeping an even keener eye on her partner. It seemed Vida was doing well, in this return contest, but could the young girl keep it up?

James was slowly trying to make his way to his feet when suddenly, her foot connected with the side of his head. He dropped to his knees before rolling sideways and laying sprawled out on his back, panting softly, he closed his eyes and groaned softly.

As she watched James collapse, Vida couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. He seemed like a really nice guy, but Vida was really taking it to him. After a moment, she bit her lip, and reminded herself that it was, after all, a wrestling match. This was, after all, kind of her job.

All the same, she thought, maybe she didn't have to be so cruel, about this. With James laid out on his back, Vida stooped low, scooped up his legs just below the knee, and flipped over his prone body. Keeping hold of his legs while bridging hard with her own, Vida's back pressed into James' chest as she tried to fold him into a tight pin.

"One!" the ref called, once again.