For Honor! Santa Tigresa vs Juniper

Juniper caught that blush. And she wasn't going to let it go unnoticed. From her hunched over position, she looked up at Tigresa. "Y-Ya blushing now? You h-havent seen nothing yet..." She said ominously, grinning all the while.

Not acting got Juniper suplexed. She let out a loud grunt as she was slammed down by the large woman.

As Santa Tigresa came back up from the suplex, there was a look on her face of complete bewilderment. Beneath her golden mask, the Tigresa's eyes were wide, jaw slacked. Try as she might, the latina warrior couldn't believe the things that were coming out of Juniper's mouth.

Shaking it off, Santa Tigresa tried to regroup. Rolling back on her thick hips, the Tigresa floated over Juniper's prone body, and tried to pin her against the mat. Santa Tigresa's thick body pressed into Juniper with all her weight, hoping she had stunned the fiery redhead enough that she might get lucky.

"ONE!" the referee called.

Juniper was slowed down a lot by the slam. But for Tigresa to dare try a pin? That made her angrier than ever. The redhead growls. She tries to buck her body. Not to get Tigresa off of her but to roll them over. In he end of their struggle* Juniper wanted to end uo seated on the masked wrestler's back.

No one, Santa Tigresa included, expected that the pin attempt would lead to victory this early in the match. So, when Juniper's powerful body bucked against the luchadora and broke free, La Santa was hardly shocked.

What she didn't expect, however, was for Juniper to throw her quite so hard, or to follow along with her. Before Santa Tigresa knew it, her body was pressed prone to the mat, Juniper mounting her. Head up, La Santa looked around herself in shock. Juniper had her trapped, vulnerable to whatever the fiery fighter might have planned, next.

Juniper was able to successfully seat herself on Tigresa. She faced the masked wrestler's legs. "Ah...And here's my favorite part..." She grabbed Tigresa's booted foot and tucked it under her arm for a single leg boston crab.

The other leg? Junuper picked it up and brought the bare foot up to her face. She took one long and slow lick along the sole.

"AH!" Santa Tigresa yelped, as she felt Juniper take firm hold of her leg. The luchadora gritted her teeth, readying herself for the pain of the boston crab. Juniper had gotten hold of her too quickly for the latina warrior to try and work her way out of the move. She'd just have to hope that she was tough enough to survive it.

The twist, however, was what happened with the other leg. Santa Tigresa's toes curled, as she felt Juniper take hold and control of her foot. "Que? I- Hey! Hey!" She cried out in shock and frustration, as she felt Juniper's tongue slide across the sole of her bare foot, causing the Tigresa's leg to twitch and convulse in shock. Now, she had to deal with the pain of Juniper's body on her lower back, and the surprise and shame of having the fierce redhead running her tongue across the sole of her bare, helpless foot!

The Boston crab would be let up on. At the moment, Juniper was almost entirely focused on the woman's foot. She giggles at the confusion garnered from the first lick. "Come on, you cant be that shocked. Im sure these pretty feet have been kissed and like before."

Probably not. But Juniper didnt care as she went in for another couple licks on her opponent.

Santa Tigresa's chest heaved with a sigh of relief, as Juniper took some pressure off the boston crab. The Tigresa's wide eyes darted around the arena, as her mind scrambled to find some way out of ... whatever this was. The luchadora's mask did nothing to hide how red she was blushing, as Juniper continued her humiliating, foot-teasing torture.

"I-I ... rrrghh ..." La Santa stammered and growled in confusion, as she felt Juniper's tongue run up and down the sole of her foot. Her toes curled and extended, over and over, calf muscles tensing in the hold while the redhead kept her trapped. "R-release me!" she shouted, pulling at the mat to try and escape. Without any leverage or focus, however, the latina warrior seemed to be utterly trapped.

Juniper didnt want to enjoy this too much. So, she rolled off of her opponent's body and stood up. But not before getting in a few more licks to the sole. "How was that? It sounded like you enjoyed it..." Juniper teased. She turns around to face Tigresa.

"I thought we were gonna be equal. But I guess you and your family value honor over strength. Of course, there's nothing wrong with that..."

"Gaaahhh!" Santa Tigresa exclaimed in relief, as Juniper rolled off of her. The latina fighter tried to collect herself quickly, tentatively getting onto her hands and knees. Her foot curled and uncurled, as La Santa tried to make sense of what had just happened. A bit embarrassed, the luchadora was hanging her head, hair covering her face. Unfortunately, Juniper kept running her mouth ...

"Grrr," Santa Tigresa growled, still on the mat as Juniper stood over her. "Honor is strength!" with that, the luchadora rolled onto her hip, toward Juniper, extending both legs around the redhead's boots. One in front of her shin, the other behind Juniper's knee, the luchadora looked to take the fiery redhead down to her level with a drop toe hold.