For Honor! Santa Tigresa vs Juniper

The redhead looks down at Tigresa with an evil and intently devious stare. Juniper presses her forearm into the neck of her opponent to keep her down and choked. "Come on...Someone your age couldnt hope to keep up with fresh and new talent like me...Although yoh probably could if I wasn't your opponent..."

Juniper tries to use her other arm to hook a leg up for a simple pin.

"Uhn!" Santa Tigresa grunted, as Juniper pressed her down into the mat. In her panic, all the luchadora could register was the heat of Juniper's body pressing into her, and the hard chill of the mat at her shoulders.

"ONE!" the ref called.

Perhaps it was Juniper's comment, perhaps it was the pressure building up of being on the defensive while stripped of her boots and utterly confused, but the Tigresa's face burned with rage.

"Grrrah!" she cried out, thrusting an arm into the air and breaking the pin. "I can handle much more than you!" La Santa cried out, face flush red with anger. Groaning with effort, the Tigresa pushed up against Juniper, their bodies pressed flush together. The latina warrior hooked her arm around the redhead's neck for a side headlock, while struggling to bring her trembling body up to a knee.

Juniper glares at the ref. This was a submission match, but she was still gonna try and count? Whatever. Juniper looks back down at Tigresa. "No...I wanna hear you beg to be let free from my submission!" She started to lift herself off of Tigresa.

That is, until Juniper was brought back down into that side headlock. She was brought down while her opponent seemed to be getting up.

It was a hell of a struggle for the Tigresa to force herself back up, but it seemed like she was making it. Her legs were trembling, her bare feet flexing and straining against the mat, and her face was a grimace of effort beneath the mask. Juniper had been wearing her down physically and emotionally, but still the Tigresa tried to surge onward.

Eventually, the latina fighter was able to get back to a vertical base. She wrenched on the redhead once, twice, trying to soften her up. In truth, Santa Tigresa was too self-conscious about the state Juniper had put her in to even think about where Juniper might be, physically. Still, the Tigresa did her best to soldier on. Legs tense, Santa Tigresa began to walk, pushing Juniper toward the corner. The plan was to force Juniper's back to the turnbuckle, before planting her there with a hard kick to the midsection, getting Juniper into position for something stronger. All that remained to be seen was if the luchadora still had the strength and confidence to pull that off ...

Juniper made a small grunt as she felt her back slam gains he turnbuckle. Her body was sweating, so it stuck to the post. She watches Tigresa rear back for a kick to the redhead. This gave Juniper insight onto where the attack was coming from.

She tries to anticipate the kick and grab tight onto her opponent's leg. If she could bot do this however, that kick would slam right into the redhead's abs.

Beads of sweat flicked off of Santa Tigresa's body as she threw as much force as she could into the kick. Her body jerked suddenly, however, as her foot came to an abrupt stop- not upon contact with Juniper's taut abs, however, but as two hands clasped hard around her calf!

It was a narrow thing- the Tigresa's bare toes flexed lightly against Juniper's abs- but the fiery redhead had the luchadora's leg firmly in her grasp. Tentatively, Santa Tigresa tried to pull back, but didn't have the leverage to make a clean break that wouldn't have planted her flat on her backside. She looked in wide-eyed fear at Juniper, knowing full well that if the woman acted quickly, Santa Tigresa was at her mercy!

Her own eyes widden. She didnt think that she would catch that leg. Juniper couldnt be too nervous right now though. Ahe had Tigresa's leg in hand and had to do something with it right now.

The redhead decided to get as good a grip she can before swinging the woman, slamming her into the corner. This basically changed their positions. But not for long. Juniper would try to then throw Tigresa towards the center of the ring.

Santa Tigresa tried to back off of Juniper, but she was trapped in the fierce redhead's grip too tightly. The luchadora put up no resistance as Juniper whipped her into the corner. "Aaahhn!" the Tigresa moaned, as her back hit the turnbuckles, hard. Santa Tigresa writhed there, a moment, her curvaceous body twitching spasming as sharp pains shot through her spine. Her arms draped over the ropes to support herself, back arching helplessly in pain, Santa Tigresa realized she must have hit that corner harder than she'd thought.

When Juniper grabbed the luchadora and slammed her into the mat, the masked wrestler was hardly ready for it. "Aaaarrrghh!" La Santa cried out. Again, she arched her back as high as she could, body drawn long and lean as she put both hands to her back. Sweat and tears were running down the luchadora's face, as she grimaced in sheer agony. Focused on the pain, Santa Tigresa was unfortunately paying no mind to whatever Juniper was doing, or might do next.

That. That took a lot. Juniper finished up and stood Ive Tigresa, panting a bit. "Youre definitely a big woman. And a big woman deserves a big finish to this match!" Juniper says. She looks down and rolled her opponent onto her stomach.

Juniper looked to lock in a single leg boston crab to really try and show off how much strength she still had. It was a good amount. But down from before a considerable amount. This was only the start.

Santa Tigresa pawed at the mat weakly, as Juniper flipped her onto her belly. She tried to scramble away, but it was far too late for anything like that. The fiery redhead had her firmly in hand, and Santa Tigresa was about to suffer for it!

"Aaaayyee!" The luchadora wailed, as Juniper twisted her curvaveous figure into a single-leg boston crab. The pressure on Santa Tigresa's already-brutalized leg and back was incredible, reducing the once-proud luchadora to tears. "Aghh, uuughhn, n-no ..." the Tigresa moaned, as she reached out with a trembling hand. Trying to twist out of the hold only hurt her back more, and trying to survive Juniper's hold long enough to reach the ropes was her only hope. The Tigresa held out with all her might, but her strength was fading.