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

Doing what Carmen did wasn’t easy. At all. It required bending her back in a way it wasn’t meant to, forcing it to operate far beyond specifications. It had her dealing with immense pain, the kind of pain that went beyond what you were supposed to take in the ring, the sort of pain that hit just before something very important broke. This way of countering the boston crab was very stupid, indeed.

And it worked. Couldn’t have worked better.

Though, being honest, Carmen would’ve enjoyed the moment a lot better if she’d not been in so much pain through it. Her back was searing with pain, feeling like raw heat was pouring through her bones, and taxing it that way made it so much worse.

The only consolation was getting to watch Soledad take a much deserved dive off her, as Carmen unseated her like an unruly horse and sent her rolling. That was funny. It even got a little chuckle out of her. Of course, it didn’t take away from the immense pain, but just about any comfort was welcome, right about now.

It was a damn shame that Carmen was too hurt to capitalize on it right now. Instead, Carmen took the opportunity to grab the door handle to a nearby, trying to use it for support to pull herself back up. Instead, she wound up clumsily opening it and slipping inside one of the private rooms…


...where a group of very confused men were currently sitting around a table, with a half-naked dancing girl in the middle. Also greatly confused.

”Heh.” Carmen managed a weak smile, before falling back down to her knees. ”Excuse me.”

Soledad didn't have much choice to stay on her back, stunned and staring up at the club lights. She had a look of bewilderment on her face at first, not having expected to get unseated so suddenly and unceremoniously, at all. Quickly, however, that look of shock was replaced by one of shame, and then anger.

The teenage street fighter's brown face flushed, a bit, as humiliation set in. This was far from the show she'd expected to be giving the incoming fans, as they rushed up the club stairs. She'd fully expected to greet them with the agonized wailing of Carmen, as she ground the champion into the dirt. Instead, she was on her back, chest heaving, staring up at the ceiling. Worse, she could hear Carmen actually chuckling at her!

That sound, as low as it was, seemed to cut through the pounding music and wiggle straight into Sola's earlobes. The street fighter scowled, scrunched up her face and prepared to push her aching back off of the floor. At the same time, Sola attempted to push out the sudden influx of negativity, embarrassment. No room for that. She had to keep fighting. Just took a moment to breathe, groan a little, then roll herself up to her feet.

"Puta," Sola said, before rocking herself back up, "you got some pain coming, for that one!" Sola rolled off her spine, onto her thick bottom, then pushed herself up from her feet. Spinning around on her heel, letting her hair fly off to one side, she turned in time to see Carmen completely distracted, engaged instead with the patron's of one of the club's "private rooms."

"Oh!" Sola mock-gasped, at the sight, "Looking for something a little different, chica?" Sola asked, grinning like a shark. Rushing in as quickly as she could, Sola charged Carmen before throwing herself into the air. The teen street fighter pulled her legs in tight, before throwing them forward at the apex of her jump, aiming to deliver a dropkick to Carmen's back that would take both women into the private room, right on top of the table!

Carmen knew that Soledad would be coming after her, and soon at that. If there was one pattern she could diverge from her foe’s actions, one constant that never seemed to change, it was that the luscious Latina seemed to hate being upstaged and having the spotlight taken away from her. Everytime Carmen shifted momentum her way, Vega always seemed to come back, harder and meaner and fiercer than before.

She wouldn’t loved to do something about that, too. If she could stand up straight.

That was easier said than done. Just like when she took on Belle B. Barker and got herself locked in a Sharpshooter, the problem with 24/7 matches and submissions was becoming so apparent: with no ropes to save you, you either had to escape the hard way or tap out. Carmen chose the former options, and her body paid the price.

The guys in the room were quick to file out, realizing what they were about to be in the middle of, but the girl on the table was having a hard time with it, trying to get down in her high-heels. The poor thing couldn’t move quite fast enough, sadly. Not for what was rapidly coming her way.

Carmen spun about just in time to be greeted by both of Sola’s barely-covered feet, crashing hard into her chest and sending her flying back onto the table...the table that the girl was still on top of. She wound up getting knocked off by Carmen’s sliding body, taking a header right onto one of the couches and crashing hard.

Carmen, for her part, wasn’t looking much better. She wound up laying on the table flat for a moment, before she slowly attempted to sit up with her aching back.

Sola came down from the dropkick rather hard, finding a considerable difference between landing a move like that in the ring, and on a hardwood floor. Still, it paid off: she'd slammed her feet right into Carmen, and sent the champion sprawling over the private dancer's table.

As the suited and panicked men scrambled around her to get out, Sola pushed herself up to a knee. She smirked, turning her head up to the still-24/7 champion.

"Think we might have found your next job?" Sola asked, "You know, after I take your title and your hair off of you? This might be a bit less humiliating, than trying to step back into the ring!" Sola pushed herself up onto her feet, smirking down at Carmen as she went into the booth. But Carmen didn't have Sola's full attention.

Her back aching, Sola would have to think twice before trying to heft up the muscular figure of the champ, for any sort of power move. Not so much, some untrained exotic dancer who might weight about 100 pounds soaking wet. Sola stepped up to where the dancer had taken her header off the table, wrapped her arms around her waist, flexed and yanked the helpless young woman straight up into the air!

With the squealing, flailing dancer flung up into the air, the poor girl was completely untrained and powerless to stop Sola. Turning back to the table, Sola could see Carmen struggling her way back up to a seated position. Sola had flipped the poor girl up in her swing, the dancer's toned legs wrapped around Sola's had. Hands planted on the girl's belly, Sola pushed her arms out, going from the girl's core to powerbomb her down, aiming to drive her body straight into Carmen's suffering body!

Carmen had cheap beer and cigarettes all over her back. Her spine was hurting, a raw searing pain, and every little move she made increased the pain, little bit by little bit, getting worse with each passing second. To make matters worse, there was an annoying, screeching, smelly, half naked girl wallowing nearby, and dozens of clamoring fans were trying to

Aside from that? Lovely day.

Carmen groaned, sitting up...or trying to at least, She was making good progress on it, about halfway there, when she heard the ear-piercing shriek of the same girl again. At first, Carmen just thought it was her being hysterical...and it was, actually. Though she didn’t learn the reason why until she craned her neck up and saw what was coming her way.

”Wait-” Carmen raised her arms, trying to block what was coming her way, but that wasn’t happening. Sola brough the girl down on her hard, and the flimsy table Carmen was on couldn’t take any more - it broke apart under the crashing weight, turning into a mess of cracked wood and nails, with Carmen and the girl right in the middle.

”Ugh…” The girl groaned, rolling about in the mess. [b]”I don’t get paid enough for this…”[/color]

Carmen just slipped over to her side, then flopped over on chest, once more trying a feeble attempt at standing up. ”Yeah, I’m starting to think that, too.”

In the confined space, the shattering of the table echoed heavily in Soledad's ears. Bringing the dancer down hard felt good, as did the chance to hit Carmen with a weapon that Sola was fairly certain hadn't been used in too many matches. She wasn't just winning the match tonight, Sola told herself, she was going to win it with style!

Stepping back, squaring her shoulders and taking a deep breath, Sola surveyed her handiwork. The latina street fighter's chest was heaving, as she caught her breath. Her skin was glowing, having worked up a good sweat under the bright club lights. But she was smiling. Beneath her, Carmen was laid out with the dancer, the champion writhing in the remains of the table and bemoaning her fate.

"What's the matter, champ?" Sola said, as she reached down, "they don't pay you enough for this, is that it? That's a shame, chica, because I'd be doing this to you, for free!" Carmen seemed to be struggling to get up, so Sola reached down to "help."

Wrapping one hand around Carmen's bicep, and the other around the back of her head, Sola pulled her opponent off the floor and out of the small booth. She flashed a wicked grin at the crowd of gawking fans, all cheering on the general chaos of the match.

"Here," she said, "maybe one of these fine people can help you with your poor life choices, chica!" With that, Sola planted her feet, twisted at her hips, and flung Carmen toward the crowd with an Irish whip! Not a devastating move, but one the latina hopes would keep Carmen off her game, as she went flying toward the mass of fans. When Sola did finally go for the pin, she wanted to make certain that absolutely everyone saw it!

Carmen might've gotten to her feet eventually. She might've crawled to her feet, pulled her way up, figured a way to recover and turn this whole thing around...but it wasn't happening. Not now and not before Soledad could move in for the kill.

The smaller woman moved in and hauled her up - or attempted to, at least. Carmen stumbled every few steps, getting back to her feet as quickly as she could to keep on moving.

She wasn't in the best position to work her way out of things, and she knew Vega would make best of that. The only question was how she’d do it. Carmen didn't have to wait too long for painful answer.

Off she went with the Irish Whip, thrown into the crowd. It was only a few short feet, but they managed to move out of the way in time.

Good for them, bad for her. That meant there weren't people to crash into anymore, but a balcony. A balcony that wasn't made for someone to be thrown into.

Carmen went over the waist high guardrail and grabbed the metal on the way, grabbing it tight before she could fall all the way. That left her dangling on the second floor, ten or so feet from the ground. Not deadly, but not a fall she could afford to take. Groaning, she began yanking her way back up, struggling to get her feet on solid ground.

After sending the champion rushing off with the whip, Sola took a moment to center herself. Squaring her shoulders, Sola tossed her hair back over her shoulder, showing off her raven locks once again. The teenage street fighter might have been showing off her pride in that hair too much, she realized, knowing everything that was on the line in the match. But Carmen had goaded her into risking it all, now, and Sola was going all in. For better or worse.

Sola turned her head back in time to see the throngs of fans parting, letting Carmen go sailing square through them. Sola didn't take much time for herself, after that, not wanting to give the experienced champion any room to breathe.

The challenger's eyes widened, as she saw Carmen careen into the guard rail. Part of Sola had expected the champ to get planted into some fans. Nothing serious, just further chaos and possibly some humiliation for the champion. Instead, Carmen's lithe body was set to slam into a guard rail and go toppling. Fortunately, she was able to latch on, and Sola's chest deflated as she breathed a sigh of relief. She was trying to beat the champ, not injure her- best of all, though, Carmen was in position for something even better, now.

With Carmen still clutching the guard rail, the teenage street fighter saddled up behind her. Reaching around, Sola wrapped an arm around Carmen's neck. Then, the street fighter pressed her considerable hips up behind Carmen and sank into her while pulling back trying to trap the champion in a dragon sleeper, attempting to grind her down!

Waves of relief washed over Carmen as she managed to pull herself back over, coming along just as the club let out a collective gasp. It was actually odd, but now that she thought about it, she’d never sustained a serious injury in the 24/7 matches. She’d had some close calls, but considering her life had basically been a nonstop hardcore matches since she got the belt, he continued health was a small feat.

So far, she’d never taken anything she couldn’t heal from without a hospital stay. The real question was if it would stay that by the end of the match.

Carmen started to pull herself back off the rail, leaning on it for some support as she moved, when her tingling senses told her that Soledad was moving in from behind. Carmen began to spin around, when she felt an arm reach around throat and a hefty hip slam against her back. From there, it was all over.

Soledad snatched her tight into the inverted facelock, muffling Carmen’s surprised grunt with her thick arm. The large Latina struggled in the hold, wrenching right and left and pulling hard on the arm, but the awkward stance it forced her into made that struggling difficult. It was hard to really do much more than flail, while her entire chest laid out in front of Soledad, fully exposed.

Soledad was grinning like a wolf, as she locked in the dragon sleeper. Carmen seemed to be fighting on fumes, at the moment, and the teenage street fighter was not above taking advantage of that fact! Wrenching with her arm over Carmen's neck, Sola tried to take the 24/7 Champion down to her knees. She looked down at Carmen's body, pulled lean and hard by the move, and decided that there might be more than one way to take advantage, of this situation.

"Oooohh, Carmen," Sola said, "does it hurt, chica? You need something to make it feel better? Little massage, eh?" With her free hand, Sola reached around, and brushed her fingertips across the lowest edge of Carmen's abs. Then, steadily, she traced her fingertips lightly upwards, massaging Carmen's abs until her hand came just beneath the champion's out-thrust chest.

Pulling hard on the sleeper, Sola adjusted her hand, and cupped one of Carmen's breasts tight. She squeezed and kneaded Carmen's soft chest a bit roughly, massaging the soft skin, letting her hand work their way from one of Carmens' breasts to the other. She slowly worked her over, occasionally letting her fingertips close around a nipple, giving it a tight squeeze, before releasing and coming back to warmly massaging the soft flesh.

All the while, however, Sola kept the hold locked in, but not as tightly as before. Things were starting to get interesting, and the voices of the crowd were starting to pick up as they saw the challenger work the champion over. Soledad wanted nothing more than to win this. Just not yet.