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

“Keep rising.”

Carmen had been in some grueling fights in her time against some hellacious opponents, before and after she’d joined the AFW. Gone against some of the best the world had to offer and largely managed to hold her own, taking most of them down. This wasn't like those times, though, was it? Carmen had been in worse shape, but she’d always managed to drag her opponent to the same level or lower.

Not this time. Carmen couldn't remember the last time there'd be such a gulf between the damage she'd taken and the damage she'd dealt. Not since she first put the gloves on.

But she could get back into this. Just ignore the crowd, ignore the bitch barking her way, ignore the pain. If she could stand, she could fight.

Carmen put one foot on the floor and was about to plant the other, when Soledad’s bare heel came shooting into her gut, driving hard into her iron abs. The 24/7 Champion was knocked hard on her back, with enough momentum to carry her into a full roll. The tumble stopped with her knees on the floor, her hips upthrust, her head on the ground and her arms wrapped around her stomach, clutched tights as she sucked air back into her hammered lungs.

Not a flattering position. It would go downhill from there.

Many of the fans winced, as Carmen's heroic efforts at getting back up ended with a sharp kick to the gut. Sola only back off, grinning. The teenage street fighter was loving this. She wasn't a hundred percent- far from it- but the sight of Carmen struggling, and her confidence that the championship was finally in her reach, made Sola's body feel electric. Nothing could stop her, now!

Sola stalked around Carmen, where she fell. She was grinning ear to ear at the champion's compromising position, and at the pert, athletic ass that Carmen had on full display. Sola wasted no time in sliding in beside Carmen, then straddling her. Sola's thick legs wrapped around both sides of the champion's waist, and Sola's hands went straight for Carmen's backside. Sola bent over, and slid her hands up Carmen's leg, right to the curve of Carmen's ass. She lingered there a moment, grinning wickedly, wanting to make certain there was ample photo opportunity before lifting her hand and bringing it down in a series of punishing spanks! Sola wanted to make her domination of the champion an absolute certainty, before what was to come next!

After thoroughly punishing Carmen's backside, hopefully giving Carmen and the fans a display they'd never forget, Sola got back to work. Sola twisted a bit, and took hold of Carmen's arm. Then, she yanked it back, tucking it tight against her side and brutally cranking it into a modified armbar!

"El Cimarron" was a move Soledad had yet to bust out on any of her opponents in Japan. The rough armbar variation had broken down many of her victims in Puerto Rico. Now, locking in the hold and riding Carmen's body with the submission, the champion's arm cranked at a horrible angle- Sola was ready to show this half of the world what she could do, as she moved to grind away the last of Carmen's fighting spirit, and hopefully put an end to this contest!

Carmen was trying to push her way up, still attempting to rise, but you’d be hard pressed to tell that simply by watching her on the floor. She had her palm against the ground, pushing up, but she was only getting inches before gravity claimed her again and her spine refused to squeeze out another inch.

She was bad. And when Soledad sat her - supple, curvaceous, tempting - ass on her back, it only got worse. Much worse.

Carmen knew something painful and embarrassing was coming - that was Soledad’s MO - but she didn’t get a real understanding that of how bad it would be until she felt those familiar fingers tracing over the curves of her butt, clearly felt through her track pants, easily able to work their magic despite the material getting in her way. Carmen gasped at the touch, but that gasp turned into a shriek when Soledad used her hand for more humiliating purposes.

Each slap on her ass earned a new, unique sound from Carmen, as the indignity went on and on. The 24/7 Champion jumped and squirmed, but she could do little else, helpless as the younger Latina worked her over. She was wide open, vulnerable to the worse of what Soledad could dish out. That was exactly what she got, too.

”No-” Carmen tried to keep her arm locked in, but Soledad’s position gave her the better leverage, and she was able to yank it up into a modified, agonizing variation of the armbar. This brought another full-blown scream from her, one that would’ve been certainly louder if her lungs weren’t already so blown out.

The pain was excruciating, feeling like Soledad could literally rip her arm right out of the socket, and Carmen couldn’t see any way out. She looked up, desperately seeking a way, but nothing came to her - nothing to grab, nothing to use, nothing to pull for safety. There was only the referee, kneeling nearby. ”Carmen!” She called out, the worry plain on her face. ”Carmen, do you give?”

She shook her head, defiant for the sake of being defiant. She knew how bad of a spot this was, how much danger she was in, but…

Her title.

Her championship.

”Not like this….” She growled and buried her face into the floor, hiding it from the world.

Straddling her opponent, cranking on the arm, Sola was waiting for the moment that Carmen's will finally broke. She was relishing that wait, feeling like it was constantly just on the verge. She grinned, ears nearly twitching in anticipation of that final, total submission!

As Sola cranked the arm back against her body, she settled in. Her thighs clamped down on Carmen, to keep her from going anywhere. Sola could feel the air-conditioned club air bracing her hot skin. Back arching, chest thrust out proudly, Sola could feel a few beads of sweat sliding swiftly down her curves. Her muscles tightened, her abs clenching and releasing as she prepared for the moment that the champion uttered her submission, and handed Sola that title.

But that moment didn't come. Instead, Carmen was fighting it. Refusing.

Sola's anticipatory grin twisted into something a bit more sinister.

Sola knew there was a lot on the line for her, too. A lot that she had to prove. Carmen had called her out on a lot of things, going into this match. Her skill, her power, her sordid history in this sport. And if Carmen somehow managed to turn this around, Sola's credibility in her new home country was immediately shot. And in now way could Sola let that happen.

"I've got you, chica," Sola said, shouting over her shoulder, "this is exactly how it ends!" Sola shifted her hips, squeezing some air out of Carmen's body to hopefully make her more pliable. Then, Sola started to really break the champion in!

Twisting at her hips, Sola tried to shove Carmen off of her knees, while cranking ever harder on her trapped arm. Spinning the two of them around, Sola's hair flipped and swayed through the air. The motion threatened the loosening tie on her top, as Sola devoted her entire body to bucking and breaking Carmen down! Twisting and turning, Sola tried to keep Carmen off-balance, and wrench the arm further and further out of place.

"Let it go, champ!" Sola said, between thrusts of her hips, "Just say the damn words! I'm taking your hair, you want me to take your arm, too!?"

Fight.

Her name was Carmen Rodriguez. She didn’t like to flaunt her lineage too much, really, especially since it was a heritage that hadn’t alway served her well. Women weren’t supposed to fight in the family. Her and her cousin were exceptions to the rule, and she hoped that future generations followed the trend. She wanted to be proud of her name. She wanted to carry the legacy on. The name Rodriguez had to mean something.

As she laid there, getting her arm twisted further and further towards the point of no return, she tried to remember that. She tried to blank out everything else going on, ignore the mounting pain and retreat to a safe place.

But then the entire world went flying, she was taken off her knees, and that lofty idea became much harder to manage. Suddenly the pain was much worse, as Soledad seemed hell bent on taking away her arm - an arm that Carmen had spent the better part of her life sculpting into a weapon. Every thrust was like the ticking of a time bomb that she couldn’t see. How many more seconds before her arm gave way and the bones snapped? How bad would the damage be? How long would it take her out? Would she ever be 100%?

She was holding on, fighting for a title that she had virtually no chance of retaining anymore. She wasn’t going to beat Soledad, and everything that was on the line - her pride, her hair, her title - was as good as gone. Was it worth losing her arm, too?

No. No, it wasn’t.

”I give up.” She said it once, then tapped out on Soledad’s leg, saying it even louder. ”I give up!”

Just like that. In an instant, Carmen Rodriguez’s reign as 24/7 Champion ended, and Soledad Vega’s began.

The voices of the fans raised in anticipation, many debating what could possibly happen next. Some in the crowd thought it was a certainty that Carmen was just moments away from giving it all up, and crowning Soledad the new champion. Others believed fully that Carmen could still rally, get in a quick reversal and keep her run alive. Or at least, they hoped for it.

The entire time, Sola continued to ride and grind Carmen down. The champion was holding on, but by how much? For now, Sola felt like she had the hold locked in, and arrogantly couldn't imagine a way that Carmen could reverse this one, on her. Sola just had to ride it out, keep the heat on, and any time now, everything she wanted would finally be hers!

The end came before Sola realized it. For all of her bravado and certainty, it still surprised her when Carmen finally uttered those words. Sola could feel the fingers, tapping at her leg. Carmen had finally admitted defeat!

To her credit, Sola released the hold the moment Carmen signalled her submission. The fans looked on in shock, as the fiery newcomer had cemented her victory. Stepping over Carmen's body, Sola presented herself to the fans. Lifting her arms high over her head, Sola pulled her body long and lean. Smiling from ear to ear, Sola proudly presented herself as the new 24/7 Champion!

The teenage street fighter barely realized it, as the referee took her hand and rose it in victory. A mixed reaction came from the crowd. Many applauding the vivacious new champion. Others, shocked, surprised that Sola had managed to unseat the well-established Carmen, and take her place with the championship!

Exhaling loudly, placing a hand over her racing heart, Sola waited for the officials to bring her her new championship. While she waited, Sola stepped back over Carmen. Tossing her hair to one side, cocking a hip, Sola gave the fans one more photo op. Leaning over Carmen's body, Sola planted a hand on Carmen's back.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Sola asked, between heaving breaths. "No, chica ... the hard part, is what comes next ..."

It was hard to even imagine what was happening to Carmen at this very moment. The whole thing seemed surreal to her, like a lucid dream, a flight of fancy that had gone too far. When she accepted the 24/7 Championship, won it by weird fluke, she came to terms with the fact there would be challengers for it, and that, eventually, one of them would succeed. She just never pictured it being like this. Not ever.

She laid there, still flat on her back, hardly moving. She made a couple of attempts at pushing herself back up, but none of them got her too far. Her spine was hurting too much for the effort, and she only had one arm with any real strength going on. She’d need help standing back up again. Help walking, too.

For the moment, she was grounded. That hardly meant her ordeal was over.

She’d thought - hoped, maybe - that Soledad would let things go after little victory lap, maybe be so wrapped in the moment that she forgot about their added stipulation. When she saw the beauty coming her way in the corner of her eye, though, she knew that wasn’t the case. There was one more humiliation to heap on her, and there was no escaping it.

Carmen sighed, pressing her forehead against the floor. She wanted to make some sort of comeback, to tell Vega off, throw some of the abuse back, but she knew there was no position for that available to her. Soledad won. She had a right to be cocky, and she had a right to take Carmen up on their agreement.

She turned her head to the side and looked up at her opponent as best as she could. Her look wasn’t angry, but accepting. The look of someone who’d accepted her fate, but didn’t want to be happy about it. ”Fine, fine.” She took a long, deep breath. ”Do what you’re going to do.”

The match had ended, and Soledad Vega was a champion. The teenage street fighter had thrown a great deal at Carmen, and taken a hell of a lot of abuse in return. And now that the adrenaline was wearing down, Sola was starting to really feel that abuse. Sola's back was killing her, especially her lower back. Her muscles ached, and she could feel every bit of sweat on her shining flesh.

The fans were going wild, and Carmen was down on the ground. This was easily the height of the young woman's career, to this point, and she'd worked hard to get here. And she wanted to take it all in. Only a relatively short time in AFW, and now she had captured championship gold! And she did it on the back of one of the best-established names in professional wrestling!

Sola looked down at Carmen, and gave her a wicked grin. Despite everything that the two of them had put one another through, it was amazing to see the former champion like this. Carmen was such a huge figure back home, her name was revered and she was the sort of fighter that most young wrestlers wanted to emulate. And here she was, down on the floor, made to submit to Soledad Vega!

However, as she reached Carmen, that diminished adrenaline was really hitting her. Sola took a look around the club, with the low light and the pounding music. The packed crowd, filled with some wrestling fans (and likely some new ones), but also with a large percentage of gawkers and hangers-on. Trend chasers. People that had likely never heard the word "apuestas" before, and had no context for what was about to happen. No appreciation.

Sola bent down, bringing her face closer to Carmen's. Sola wrapped her hand around the back of Carmen's head, to turn her face up toward Sola.

"We're doing this," Sola said, wrapping a finger up in a lock of Carmen's hair, "but we don't do it here. You come to me, we do this. I want to make sure I get to enjoy this moment as much as I can, and that's not happening here." Sola brought her face as close as she could to Carmen's, until the two women could feel each other's breath across their lips. "I came to your home, you come to mine, and I take the last of what's mine. And rest up before hand, Carmen ... I promise you, it's gonna be a long night, chica!" With that, Sola stood up, took her championship from the official and slung it over her shoulder. Cocking out a hip, Sola posed with her title, soaking in the cheers of the fanboys for all they were worth, taking in her first moments as a champion!