La Sumisión de la Mariposa: Abbey vs. El Fulano!

SUBMISSION MATCH: ONE FALL, ONLY COUNTS IF OPPONENT TAPS OUT OR VERBALLY SUBMITS.

El Fulano:

VS.

Abbey Abraxas:

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Continued from here!

In all actuality, Arsenio wasn't that bad of a guy -- but Fulano was, so he kept up the appearance of being the hardened, sadistic máscara that he had created, way back in Mexico when he put the mask on in the first place. So when she approached him, pressing their bodies together, he tensed up, ready to fight. Of course, to her, it would just look like he was getting ready for the fight, pressing himself back against her with those cold, unfeeling light-green eyes, almost as if she was something to be curious of, or interested by -- not as something to be afraid of, or even as an opponent.

"You asked for it." El Fulano, the unknown masked wrestler, moved to slam a balled up fist into her gut, hoping it would take her off guard -- the bell hadn't even rung yet, and the referee was making her way into the ring. As soon as he made the move, things would have kicked into high gear with the rest of the stage; the referee would rush in, the bell would ring, and even Fulano would be moving to try and rush her into the ropes if the gut-shot landed, so she would bounce off the ropes. That way, he would be able to jump up -- and go for a drop kick, straight to that buxom chest!

Abbey stared down Fulano as she waited for the bell to ring. With their body's pressed together, she was ready for anything. Anything except the shot to the gut.

"Guuuuhh!"

Abbey bent forward, her head pressed against Fulano briefly until she was shoved roughly, stumbling back against the ropes. Once she felt the tension against her back, she was forced forward and right into Fulano's boots. Her healthy chest was compressed and she was bent over the top rope. Losing her balance, she stumbled over the ropes and crashed to the thin mats outside. She writhed on the ground, wincing in pain. One hand draped across her chest and the other curled around to her back where she fell.

The crowd showered Fulano with boos at his cheap shot.

It couldn't have worked better if he had rigged the match himself. Abbey had rested against him as Fulano set her up to toss her against the ropes, and when the drop kick landed -- well, it was just textbook. Beautiful in its simplicity. He gave a small grin as she tumbled over the ropes, hearing the audience already begin to jeer at him. Let them. He was going to enjoy every second of this match. He walked over to the ropes, looking down at her with a small shake of his head. "You can't even stay in the ring when I'm here, puta. What makes you think you stand a chance?"

With that, he walked over to the corner so he could climb up the cornerpost, before holding his arms out as he faced the inside of the ring. He bent down and jumped off for a nice moonsault, aiming for his opponent. It was risky, especially since he was still wearing that suit, and since it was still the very beginning of the match -- but he had a good feeling about it, and there was no way he was going to stay for long if he didn't take risks.

"Rrrrghhh!"

Abbey growled as she heard Fulano's words. He was starting to get a little annoying but there wasn't a ton that she could do about it. She slowly began to rise, taking as much time as she could. She had hoped Fulano's smugness would give her a few more seconds to breath.

Unfortunately, he seemed to be as crafty as he was obnoxious. By the time she was up, she saw the suited Luchador flying through the air. She held up her hands to try and catch him but as he crashed into her, she was once again dropped to the the thin mats. This time with Fulano on top of her.

This was far from his first match -- and far from Fulano's first debut. He knew how to come out of the gate swinging, and a good moonsault tended to do the trick. It was even better when the move actually landed, something that the Mexican wrestler didn't even seem to care much about when he jumped off. He left the landing to fate, and with a bit of pride in his own abilities. And it worked out. He landed on her perfectly, sending Abbey down into the thin mats outside of the ring, using his own weight to crash her down.

Nor was he gonna stop there. Fulano stood up quickly, moving to brush off his suit, as if that were his priority over dealing with this insignificant human beneath him. It was only after that did he move to attack her once more; he reached down to grab for her hair to drag her to her feet, meeting her gaze for a moment or two before he tried to wrap his arms around her torso -- and give her a nice, tight bearhug!

"How are ya liking that?"

Abbey hissed when her hair was grabbed and she was yanked to a standing position. She was already panting and wincing as she stumbled and tried to regain her footing just to be yanked into a back crushing bearhug.

"Hnnnnghh!"

Her hands slipped up to the mask on Fulano's head and her fingers tried to dig into where hair would be to no avail. "Ghhh... How're you liking  this Majo?" Abbey said and curled an arm around Fulano's head and forced his face into her big chest. No doubt he was enjoying it, but she smiled through the pain. She was definitely not giving him a free snuggle of her goods. She quickly brought her free arm up and tried to drive the point of her elbow down onto the top of his head. Maybe that would get him to release her.

That bearhug was one of Fulano's staples; a back-crushing bearhug, lifting his opponent off the ground! He smirked as he lifted Abbey up, squeezing her tight, feeling her trying to dig into his hair -- having forgotten the mask covered his hair. He grinned a bit, figuring he would have a bit of time to attack her before she managed to recover -- except then she pressed his face into her large chest. Suddenly, he was pressed against those massive tits, and he had practically forgotten about what he was doing; his grip began to weaken already, moving to bury into her chest.

When the elbow slammed onto his head, El Fulano let out a yell, dropping her almost immediately and staggering backward! He cursed to himself in spanish, growling softly as he looked up at her. "You want to play like that, puta?" he spat out, before he moved to try and rush her, to slam her over the barricade. If he missed, he would just slam his own head into the barricade, giving Abbey an edge to get in there.

Abbey was still wincing when Fulano released her, but she still managed to smile, even as she had an arm curled around her back. "You didn't like that, Majo?" Abbey purred. "Must have your mask on too tight, the blood's not rushing to where it's supposed to."

Still, wincing, she watched as Fulano rush and dipped out of the way, slapping the back of his head as she turned to help him along the way and grimaced as he speared the barricade with his head. The crowd gasped as he crashed into it, but Abbey didn't waste any time.

"I don't want this fight to end just yet, big boy. You keep messing around out here and neither of us will be satisfied." She whispered and roughly yanked at Fulano's arm, trying to pull him into an Irish whip back towards the ring apron.

The blow to the head had kept him from really enjoying the free snuggle Fulano had gotten. He wasn't used to facing against other women, but clearly, it was something he needed to wary of; she wasn't afraid to use her sexuality against him. Something he probably should have understood from a promotion that used to be titled "Sex Wars", but sometimes it didn't click until one was hit upside the head with the truth. In this case, literally. And more than once, clearly.

El Fulano slammed his head against the barricade with a small grunt, stumbling backwards. She was literally right there. Fuck. Okay, he needed to be a lot more careful about this match, because she was clearly a force to be reckoned with. He grunted as he felt his arm yanked at, but he wasn't that out of it quite yet. He spun in place quickly, grabbing ahold of her arm and moving to reverse it quickly, trying to irish whip her instead, straight towards the ring apron. If he succeeded, he would move ahead of her, trying to slip into the ring, just waiting for her to come in.

Abbey expected that most people who were driven into a barricade head first, they would be pretty dazed. So when Fulano was able to reverse the Irish whip, Abbey was pretty surprised. The guy was pretty tough. A lot tougher than Abbey figured he would be and she wasn't, exactly, underestimating him.

The timeshe spent in the run was only enough to gut check her into the apron and she bent over it when she hit, gagging a bit as she flopped against it. Thankfully, all she needed to do to get back into the ring was flop her leg up and roll in. Unfortunately, Fulano seemed to be quicker on the draw when it came back to getting into the ring.

"Ghh... geeze....."