24/7 Championship Match - Carmen Rodriguez (C) vs. Soledad 'Sola' Vega - All Good Things

Got her.

Carmen didn’t get nearly as much power into the blow as she would’ve liked, true, but the simple act of hitting Soledad in the face - the raw, visceral feeling, the reaction, the sensation of flesh against her knuckles - was enough to make the effort worthwhile. Her body was stil aching from getting slammed about, and she’d already taken enough hits to know she’d be feeling this fight for a few morning’s to come. But, for now, she had an opportunity worth seizing.

Soledad spun, and Camren was presented with a rare thing for any fighter: a chance to strike at her opponent’s back. Her first instinct was to nail her with another punch, but her second instinct was considerably better. She needed to slow Vega down, sap away at her energy while recovering her own, and the best way to do that was with a submission move.

She moved behind the young Latina and brought her arms under her shoulder, reaching around to her front from behind. She couldn't help but let her hands graze over Soledad’s expansive chest as they wandered upwards, but she managed to ignore the detour and focused on the task.

Up came her hands, worming around Soledad’s body, until they met in the back and tried to lock, attempting to trap the fiery beauty with a textbook Full Nelson.

"Merde!"

Shaking her head, Sola tried to peel herself off the elevator doors. Her jaw was stinging, but the thing that was really wounded, had been her pride. Sola tried to suck it up, but she'd been on a roll right up until then. This title match- and the attending apuestas- was important enough for her. But here they were, in the arena of her choosing. Sola felt like she should have been all over this one, and the most idiotic lapse in her focus let Carmen catch her right upside her face!

Lost in her frustration, Sola was easy prey for the champion to get her hands on her! Looking down, Sola watched Carmen's hands slide up her ample breasts, drawing a small gasp of shock out of the teenage street fighter, then disappear behind her neck to lock in the full nelson.

"Rrrgh, noo-!" Sola grunted, as she struggled against the champion's grip. "Let go, dammit!" Protests were no use, of course, as Carmen locked in the hold and began to wrench! "Aaarhh!" Sola groaned, as she felt her shoulderblades grinding in the hold. Spine arched, chest thrust forward, there wasn't much Sola could do at the moment- Carmen had the full nelson locked in, and Sola was completely hers, now!

"Rrrrghh!" Sola moaned, angrily, as she realized how bad this could get. Her situation was rather hopeless, at the moment, but that didn't stop the challenger from thrashing about. Swinging her body left and right to try and weaken Carmen's grip, kicking hard to try and buck her off, Sola squirmed and struggled desperately in Carmen's grip. At one point, a foot might have hit the buttons on the elevator. They definetely bounced off the doors of the elevator, echoing in the small chamber for a moment. But they weren't getting her free.

Soledad said ‘no’.

Carmen said... “Yes.”

She locked the Full Nelson in and squeezed it tight, powering down on the hold as she kept her foe close. The move suited her in many ways - took advantage of her arm strength and height, relatively simple to execute, brutally effective. It also had the bonus of putting Sola’s most prized assets on full display, and giving her a chance to throw a few things back at her opponent.

”Give up.” She whispered in Sola’s ear, with a hotter harsher tone than the one that had been used a second ago. ”Anytime you’re ready.”

But, of course, Sola wasn’t giving up anytime soon. She fought and she thrashed and she writhed around like a wild animal, refusing to give up, even managed to activate the elevator in her struggles. It was a chore just to hold her in the move, much less do anything effective with it.

As the elevator began to rise, Carmen broke the hold and spun Soledad around, only to press her forearm against the younger wrestler’s chest and push forward, ramming her against the door. She brought her face close to her opponent’s staring hard and deep, so near that they shared each other’s breath.

”Had enough?” She growled and leaned in, pressing hard with each passing second.

Sola squirmed and struggled in Carmen's grip. Her face went red, in frustration and humiliation. Getting put on display like this, her body stretched out and showcased by Carmen's hold, normally wouldn't have bothered her. Hell, Sola was getting a lot of mileage out of her lascivious displays. Trapped in this hold, however, being on a display she was powerless to stop, was another beast entirely!

A chill ran up Sola's spine, at Carmen's harsh whisper. After everything, Sola had managed to piss the champion off. Normally the sort of thing that would be a mark of pride, it came across differently, now. Carmen's tone was harsh, vicious. The teenage street fighter had managed to get under the champion's skin, and there was going to be hell to pay.

Sola struggled the entire way up the elevator shaft, to the next floor of the club. Chewing her lip, the challenger saw an opportunity. She'd gotten dominated in close-quarter combat, but the opening doors presented her with new opportunity.

Taking a deep breath, Sola kicked both legs up at the sound of the elevator bell. Then, the latina shifted her weight into one of her hips, and twisted her body in Carmen's hold. As the doors opened, Sola would drop her weight, bucking her ample hips against Carmen's body. She swung her arms down, attempting to throw the champion off-balance while pulling her over Sola's own body. If the escape attempt worked, it would probably take a toll on Sola's already-aching back. But, Sola figured it would all be worth it, if she could manage to toss the champion over and break this damned hold, finally!

Carmen was in control now, but there was the tiniest bit of concern underneath the unbidden malice in her voice. She had a good hold on Soledad, but she didn’t have a plan, per se. She was holding Soledad well, keeping her tight, but she wasn’t going to make the tenacious Latina submit like this, and holding her was going to wear them both out, eventually.

”Give up.” Carmen demanded, keeping Sola pressed as she bucked about, jerking left and right. ”Give up!”

But Soledad didn’t give up, and while Carmen didn’t have a plan, her opponent certainly did.

Carmen suddenly felt her feet leaving the floor, and from there it was all physics. Her body swung through the air, flung forward in a glorious arc, one that end when her back slammed hard on the floor, sending searing pain up and down her spine.

The 24/7 Champion went into a spastic fit, jerking about on the floor like she’d just touched an electric wire. Her body had a mind of its own, thrashing about, and all she could do was wait for control to be restored. Somehow, she doubted Vega would take a similar pause.

A low rumble tickled Soledad's throat, as she fought to stifle a moan of agony. Carmen was twisting and swinging her helpless body around, but if the teenage street figther could just get this hip toss off right ...

Sola rolled through her counter with as much grace and dignity as the struggling and frustrated latina could manage. The move did its job, though, and as rough as Sola felt, Carmen looked like she'd caught the worst of it! Coming out of the maneuver on her hands and knees, Sola tossed her hair back, over her shoulder, and got a good eyeful of Carmen writhing in agony on the floor!

Sola reached out an arm, stopping the elevator doors from closing and obstructing this view. "What's the matter, champ?" She said, through labored breaths, "had another nasty little spill? You need to be more careful, chica."

With a grunt, Sola pushed herself up to a knee, then off of that to take a wide step at her writhing opponent. Not wanting to wait for Carmen's thrashings to play out, Sola stepped in with a low kick, swung right for Carmen's lower back. If she could stun her with that, Sola figured, it would be easy enough to reach down, catch an ankle, and take further control. Possibly bending that leg around, stepping over Carmen and twisting, until she had the champion locked in a single-leg boston crab, to further punish the spine!

As Carmen writhed about the floor, she had one, futile little hope, that maybe, just maybe, Soledad would be too hurt from the nelson. She was down, she was vulnerable, and she knew from painful experience how effective Vega could be when dealing with a fallen enemy. Her body still had little aches and pains from the time she was brutally stomped into her own kitchen floor by the bitch’s bare feet.

So, when she heard Soledad’s churlish voice taunting her and closing in, dismay began to set. The next minute or so would hurt. The only question was how the pain would come.

Carmen rolled over and started to push up, but she was far too slow about it, and a kick in the back put her right back down on the floor. Before she could even try for a second time, her ankle was yanked and wrenched, earning a short yelp from the champion.

The crowd was starting to make their way up to the second floor along with the referee, piling in as much as they could along the narrow walkway. It was tough for everyone to watch like this, with Carmen on the floor, on the balcony overlooking the dance floor. But those close enough were treated to a rare sight: Carmen, on her chest, as the smaller Latina put her flexibility to the test, wrenching her back with the excruciating boston crab.

Sola slipped herself into place quickly, sliding her thick hips onto Carmen's lower back and tucking her leg into the Boston crab as quickly as her current condition would allow.  Then, it was just a matter of waiting.

Out of the periphery, Sola could hear the rush of feet.  Fans were rushing upward, trying to get a view of the fight as it played out.  They'd left the fight fans a floor below with their elevator antics, and Sola hoped they had missed the majority of her less-than-dignified moments squashed against the elevator doors.  No, the teenage street fighter resolved, the fanboys and fangirls were going to get a very different view of this fight, once they arrived!

The music was still pumping through the loudspeakers, but Sola could just pick up the first of the fans as they made their way up the stairs.  "Here we go," she said, finished putting Carmen into place for the hold and ready to wrench it in.  "You ready for the show, Carmen?"

With that, Sola sank her shoulders back.  Tossing her head, Sola threw her hair back over her shoulders.  Her pert ass rolled up Carmen's lower back, while her arm tucked and wrenched Carmen's leg into her armpit.  Sola leaned back as far as she could, letting her hair tips brush the floor.  She tried to flash a cocky smirk to the oncoming crowd, wanting to milk this moment for all she could, as she twisted and ground the champion into the floor.

Carmen would give Vega credit: she was loudmouthed, she was arrogant, she was annoying beyond belief, but she wasn’t stupid. At least not when it came to wrestling.

Most wrestlers would’ve gone for the standard Boston Crab, figuring that grabbing both legs would’ve made for a stronger hold. More seasoned veterans, however, knew that the single leg offered more focused pain, that bending one leg with two arms was more effective than doing two. Whoever trained Sola, he’d managed to get that lesson through that thick head of hers.

It would’ve been bad with anyone, but Sola knew how to really crank up the pain, taking Carmen to the limits of her flexibility. She tried not to scream, she really did, but her body and mind had different ideas on the matter.

It took a moment, but the scream came. It was loud, it was long, and you could hear it clear over the booming base. The longer it went, though, the more rage came into her wail. Raw fury, pure hate, a stubborn refusal to back down.

She was getting pissed off, and she was using it.

Carmen slammed her fists into the floor and started to push up, lifting Soledad up along with her, doing a push up with more than a 100 pounds on top. She got up as high as she could, then tucked her body in and pulled Sola over with her leg, trying to hurl her off with one, powerful move.

Sola couldn't resist a face-splitting grin, as she leaned hard into the single-leg boston crab. She'd been targeting Carmen's lower back for awhile, now, trying to hurt her right to her core. Limit her movement, take some power out of the fighter's strikes. And more importantly, put Sola in a dominant position over her opponent's body just as the fans were starting to catch up with the brawl!

Sola let her hair cascade down to the floor, swaying to brush alongside Carmen's neck as it hung low. Sola herself was arched back as far as she could go. Flashing a smile, ample chest held proudly into the air while Carmen squirmed and struggled beneath her, Sola imagined she was cutting an impressive figure for the incoming fans.

"Come on, Carmen," Sola said, teasing as she sank into the hold, "you've got to- whoah!" Her taunts were cut short, as Carmen's voice rose into an ear-splitting scream. Sola winced, but managed to pull off a smirk at the same time. Her shoulders and chest jostled, as she started laughing! For everything she and Carmen had thrown at one another, the teenage street fighter had never heard anything like this come out of the champion!

"Damn, girl!" Sola nestled her bum into the curve of Carmen's lower back, seating herself comfortably on her opponent. She let her soft behind and thighs sink into Carmen's body, straddling her in reverse, trying to settle in. Sola was so comfortable, in fact, that it took her a moment to notice that beneath her, Carmen was beginning to rise.

And sure enough, Carmen had pushed herself off of the ground, twisting herself around and out of the hold. "Wh-whoah!" Sola exclaimed, as Carmen's powerful leg twisted and pulled, and threw her body off of her. Sola went rolling, tumbling off of Carmen's body. The teenage street fighter hit the floor hard, knocking the wind out of her, leaving her staring up at the bright club lights with a look of shock at her sudden reversal of fortune!