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

It was a fairly tight space on the walk, just enough for three men to stand side-by-side, so the crowd had to pack themselves in fairly tight to watch the action and give the referee room to work. Smart phones were being held up high, with fans trying to get the best possible view of the action. The longer this fight went, the more it was starting to became clear that history was possibly being made.

Carmen, for her part, was only dimly aware of the spectators. Her mind was more focused on Soledad’s arms, ruthlessly wrenching her neck, as the referee moved in from behind to to check up on her.

”Carmen!” The referee yelled, trying to make her voice heard over the booming base. ”Carmen, do you give up?”

The 24/7 Champion shook her head, defiant, but she could do little more than that. Once again, the pivotal problem with these matches was biting her in the ass - no ropes, no escape. It only became worse as she was forced down to her knees, a sure sign that she wasn’t getting out of this until Soledad wanted her out of this. If what happened next was any indication, that wouldn’t be for a while.

Even with the sleeper lock, Carmen managed a shocked gasp as Soledad’s fingers went to work, mixing in pleasure with the pain. When Vega wanted her to hurt, Carmen’s body went wild, bucking and thrashing and thrusting. When she wanted it to feel good, though, nature took over. Moans and shudders ran through her body, involuntary response to Vega heated touch.

”Get...off…” She squeezed the words out through her gritted teeth, hiding the lust in her breath as best as she could.

Through it all, Carmen tried to bat Vega’s hand away with her free arms, even made some attempts to grab her head, but they were feeble tries from an awkward angle, growing weaker as the hold continued to sap her strength.

If there had been a sense of urgency or tension to how Soledad carried itself, it slowly melted away. The teenage street fighter was enjoying every moment of her current domination, grinding her hips lightly against Carmen's back as she ran her open palm up and down the pert breasts of the champion. Sola breathed hot and heavy on the nape of Carmen's neck, as she worked her body over from multiple angles.

"What do you say, Carmen," she asked, moaning into the woman's neck, "you ready to give it all up?" Part of Sola could hardly believe what was happening: here she was, the bastard child of Puerto Rican wrestling. Forsaken by her father, disgraced in competition. And now, she was dominating legendary competitor Carmen Rodriguez in every way she could. The mere thought of it sent chills up and down Sola's spine, making her pull and grind at Carmen's captured body even harder!

Sola's thick thighs pumped against Carmen's midsection, as her pelvis grinded against the champion's backside. Sola ran her fingertip around the tip of Carmen's breast, teasing her nipples mercilessly as the referee asked for Carmen's submission. Sola laid back, tightening her arm around Carmen's neck, only able to imagine how the fans back home were going to react, when they saw the footage from this night! Just the thought of it was enough to get Soledad licking her lips.

Still, however, Carmen was batting and swatting at her. Resisting. Sola wondered what it would take to grind that resistance down. Sola flashed the fans a wicked grin, gave them a wink, then released her opponent. She pulled her hand off Carmen's chest, uncoiled her arm from the champion's neck, and rolled off of her. Turning up to a single knee. Sola looked to the fans and cameras and shook her head. "Not yet," she said, with a playful shake of her head.

Stepping back in, Sola took Carmen by the head. Hoisting her up with two hands around either side of the champion's neck, Sola drew Carmen in and planted her face directly between Sola's ample, warm & sweat-slicked chest. Nestling Carmen in tight, Sola began to walk her back. Away from the guardrail, away from the narrow walkway, and back to the nearest proper bar. Grinning wickedly, Sola let her ill intentions play out across her face, for all the fans to see.

The ironic thing about all of this was that this was hardly the first time Carmen had ever been in such a position. Ever since she’d come to Japan, she’d enjoyed a sort of sexual awakening, gorging on pleasures that she’d only tasted before joining the AFW. Images of Akino flashed before her eyes, the magical nights they’d spent dominating each other using only their bodies...

It was magic. Raw, wild sexual magic, and she would’ve loved it in almost any setting,with almost any other woman.

But not here. Not with Soledad Vega.

Carmen had to grit her teeth hard as Vega’s lewd attention continued, teasing and taunting, but she didn’t have to endure it much longer. Sola let her go, and there was a moment of relief, as the pain in Carmen’s back eased. She wasn’t immediately better, but she wasn’t getting worse.

That was, until Soledad grabbed her by the head and introduced her face to the dark cleft of her chest. Tight. Sweaty. Soft. It was a silly move, but with a chest like Vega’s it was actually effective - she couldn’t breath, and everywhere she turned there was flesh and more flesh to suckle. Soledad Vega was in her nostrils, on her tongue, in her eyes, consuming her senses.

Carmen struggled, pushing against Soledad as she was dragged back and not getting half the force she needed to make it work. Every move that involved her back and shoulders hurt, and that pain sapped away at her.

Sola could feel Carmen writhing in her grip, trying to push away from her. Still, she held her tight. Nestled the champion's face between her ample breasts, smothering her with the wam, ample flesh. Every time she felt Carmen pull away, Sola tightened her grip and breathed deeply. She wasn't letting this one get away.

Bracing herself, Sola cast a quick glance around the second floor. Around from the elevator, though, Sola found exactly what she was looking for: the second-floor bar! Sola wrenched on Carmen's head once, smothering her tightly and trying to take her off-balance, before getting back to work on the champion.

With a charge, Sola rushed Carmen backward. Driving her back hard, Sola ran the weakened 24/7 champ toward the bar. Fans cleared the path for them, parting and giving the two women room as they charged back. Finally, Sola drove Carmen's back right into the bar- an echo of the move Carmen had used to punish Sola's spine, back at the beginning of the match!

On impact, Sola would release her grip on Carmen, hoping the room would get a chance to hear the entirety of her pained groans. Reaching out a hand, Sola would take Carmen by the jaw and push her onto the bar- hoping she could drape Carmen over the edge of the bar, for further punishment.

At first glance, it was easy to come away thinking that Carmen was the stronger woman between the two feisty Latinas - she was taller, older, and her muscle was easily visible, with few curves to round out her edges. And, maybe, that was true - but that hardly meant Soledad was weak. She was strong enough to support a man on her shoulders for an extended period of time, and that same sort of strength showed through as she kept Carmen’s face in place and dragged her.

It didn’t help matters that the 24/7 Champion’s power was on the wane, but there was real power in those arms, in that waist, and particularly in those legs - legs that drove Carmen back and back until her already-tortured spine was rammed hard into the nearest bar.

Carmen’s screech was deafening, a roar of rage and agony as she laid against the bar. Gravity started to take hold and she began to slide down to her knees...until Sola’s hand shot out and grabbed her jaw, stopping that cold.

For the moment, Carmen could do little more than feebly push at Soledad’s arm while she was pressed against the bar, pinned against it with her spine at the worst angle. Knowing her opponent, though, that wouldn’t last long.

Sola shoved Carmen right back to the bar, and planted her against it fairly decisively. For a moment, Sola wondered if she would have normally had the strength to do that to Carmen. Or, if the champion was so weakened, at the moment, that Sola could have gotten away with anything.

It didn't matter, she decided. The latina street fighter shook her head, letting her wild black hair sway and shimmer over her shoulder. If Carmen were weak, it was Soledad who had made her so. For a bright moment, the challenger realized that the champ was putty in her hands. This was it- Soledad's moment.

And of course, the vicious teen street fighter was going to milk that. Stretching Carmen over the bar, Sola flashed a wink to the fans, and brought back a wide-open palm. After a moment, letting the gap in the action will with the crowd's anticipation of what was to come next, Sola brought that hand down hard in a massive chop against Carmen's chest!

It echoed through the club, drawing some "wooo's" from the dedicated wrestling fans. From others, it drew chilled murmers. Nonplussed, Sola lowered her hand from Carmen's chin, down to her chest. Once again, Sola began to knead and massage Carmen's chest. Her fingers worked over the soft chest she'd just chopped, caressing and stroking Carmen's warm flesh reassuringly.

"Shhh, shhhh," Sola whispered, pouting her lips out as she leaned toward Carmen's face. "It's all nearly over now, chica ..." With that, Sola brought her hand down again, mercilessly. The strike echoed through the club once again. Sola's palm bounced off Carmen's chest, and she turned away from the champion, letting her fall where she may.

The ‘fans’ were forming a tight circle around the two combatants, encircling them like it was a rowdy street brawl. The cameras were already set up around the Downward Spiral, but that didn't stop the audience from taking their own picture and videos. Instagram, tumblr, Facebook, Youtube. Livestreaming, 360°, commentary. Memes were being made, gifs were being produced, millions were watching in real time.

The destruction of a champion. Rare thing. Can't miss it.

It was just a fleeting thought in Carmen’s head, one of many she was latching on to in order to cope with what she was going through - and what she knew would be coming next.

Soledad’s hand came down like lightning on Carmen’s chest and instantly lit it aflame, filling her tender nerves with searing pain. She'd often believed that no one in the wrestling world could deliver a chop quite like a true luchador, and Vega gave credit to that line of thinking.

Carmen’s cry would've been longer, if not for the soothing caress that followed after, as Soledad once again played the 24/7 Champion’s body like a finely tuned instrument. Feelings flooded her brain - raw passion, arousal, lust - and Carmen tried to fight them, push them out.

Before she could even start to clear her mind, the next strike happened.

”Gaaagh!”

Anyone who missed Carmen’s first scream had the chance to hear it once more, as her bellowing screech tore its way through the club. Carmen slid off the bat and fell to her knees, sagging forward as she clutched her aching chest, her shoulder leaning against the back of Soledad’s thigh.

Straddling Carmen against the bar, Sola could feel the eyes of everyone in the bar on her, and then some. And she loved it. She dragged out the long moments, carressing Carmen's chest, massaging out the pain she was inflicting, just milking her ownership of this moment. Then, as the second chop came down, Sola turned off of her and let her fall to the floor.

Standing alone, now, Sola posed for the fans. Lifting her arms above her head, drawing her curvy figure long, Sola put herself on display for the clicking camera phones. Sola wanted to cut an imposing figure for the streaming video, just as much as she was doing it for the gawking fanboys and fangirls. Sola knew this was a moment that would live on. Things back home hadn't worked out, but this moment was sending a clear message: Sola's career was in a new direction, and she was in complete control of it, now!

Sola loomed over the champion for a moment, letting the fans get a full eye (and camera) full of her, looming over the champion. She reached down, caressing Carmen's face in one hand. She held Carmen's face flush against her thigh, letting Carmen nuzzle against her warm flesh. Slowly, Sola turned around, shifting her grip wrap both hands around Carmen's head and slowly pulled her up. Sola tucked Carmen's head against the side of her chest, wrenched her into a side headlock, and rushed her forward. Hopping off of her feet, Sola pulled Carmen into the center of the floor with a running bulldog! Sola could see the end in sight, now, but first she wanted to make absolutely certain that as many people in the club as possible would be able to see!

Carmen was on her knees, breath beating, back aching, more focused on the floor than anything going on around her. She couldn’t see much more than the back of Soledad’s shin and lower heel at the moment, but she didn't really need to in order to figure out what the lascivious Latina was doing in front of her. Showboating. Playing to the crowd. Milking the moment. What any good wrestler would do.

Carmen’s fighting spirit was flickering, but it hadn't gone all the way out just yet. She could stand. She could go on. She started to push her way up, determined to wipe the grin she couldn't even see off of Soledad's face.

Once more, though, her opponent was one step ahead of her, grabbing her in the tight headlock before she could mount any offense. The next thing Carmen knew they were going up, forward, and down. The ‘down’ part was the worst of it.

The bulldog would've been bad in a wrestling ring, with a soft canvas to smack against. On an unforgiving floor it was doubly devastating. Carmen got her hands up to mitigate some of the impact, but her head still hit with a sickening smack, making the audience recoil in unison. She laid there for a second, still, before she stubbornly started to rouse and push herself up.

Still moving. Still in this. Barely.

The two women came down hard on the dance floor, with the fans reacting loudly and harshly to the harsh impact. Sola was keeping the heat on, trying to soften Carmen up as much as she could. When this was all over, the teenage street fighter wanted there to be no question who had won, and who deserved that championship belt. After landing the bulldog, Sola pushed herself up to her feet.

Spinning on her heel with her arms extended, Sola was still showing off for the fans. Still soaking in their discomfort and derision, for her harsh handling of the champion. Turning back around, however, her cocky smirk immediately disappeared.

"Dios mio, bitch," Sola said, her voice low. She watched Carmen struggle, pushing herself up from the floor. Sola's eyes widened a bit, shocked that the champion still had enough life in her to start getting off the floor. Sola was expecting this to be the start of her "ground game," in truth just playing with Carmen and showing off for the kids in the club. But Carmen wasn't going to just lie back and take it, apparently. Silently, Sola acknowledged that she should have expected this much, from a fighting champion like Carmen.

Sola dropped into a fighting stance, as she watched Carmen get up. "Haven't had enough, yet?" Sola asked. "Oooh, Carmen, you should get some rest, girl, you're not looking so good! Remember, you've still got a busy night ahead of you, even after this- you've got a haircut coming up!" Sola's smirk returned, extending her fingers into scissors and making a "snipping" motion in open mockery of their aquestas stipulation. All the while, though, she was keeping a close eye on Carmen's progress.

When the fighter was in position, just about up to her feet but not quite, Sola snapped into action. Going back to her fighting roots, Sola unloaded on Carmen with a spinning heel kick. Firing off from her heel, Sola turned and thrust the kick square for Carmen's rising abdominals. Sola hoped to cut off Carmen before she could get herself back up into a fighting position, in most dominant fashion!