Minerva vs Gato Blanco

Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, Countout or DQ

Spoiler:

a familiar tune began to play over the speakers of the Tension arena, though it was soon drowned out under a chorus of boos and jeers from the crowd once Minerva stepped through the curtain and took the stage. It had been a while since the Danish royalty had graced Kyoto with her divine presence, though the fans here seemed to remember her last visit well enough. She’d said a lot of unflattering things about the people of this city, and the stars of the Tension roster. Naturally, her comments hadn’t gone appreciated, nor had they been forgotten.

Their reaction to her arrival didn’t at all seem to bother Minerva, however. Clad in her purple top and tights, black boots and matching fur coat, the raven haired beauty’s grin was as smug and confident as could be as she strode down the aisle. If anything, the attempts of the crowd to antagonize her only seemed to amuse instead. After all, though these fools may not be willing to admit it yet, they’d certainly respect her capabilities once she was through making an example of her prey tonight.

Gato Blanco.

Minerva knew very little about the man at the time she’d learned of this matchup, but a bit of research had enlightened her to the rather fascinating career he’d had in Mexico and the UK before making his way to Japan. He was experienced, agile, and lightning quick. An interesting contrast to the power she incorporated in her arsenal.

Oh, how she was going to enjoy making him scream...

Once Minerva reached the ring, she climbed in through the ropes and immediately moved into her corner, where she removed her coat and handed it to one of the stagehands at ringside. Crossing one ankle over the other, the smug Dane leaned back against her corner, casually resting her arms on the ropes as she waited for her foe to join her...

Spoiler:

Backstage, Gato Blanco and his valet, Holly Matheson, were making final preparations to enter the arena.  They paused slightly, as they heard the rounded jeers coming from the arena.

"Sounds like the crowd will be on my side," Blanco said.

"I still don't like this," Holly replied.  "We watched that woman's matches.  She's an arrogant, entitled psychopath!  She's going to torture you!"

"I've faced worse, I'm sure," Blanco said, smiling under his mask.  "Pride goes before a fall, right?  And she's got pride to spare, so ..."  True enough, Minerva seemed especially sadistic.  On top of that, gorgeous, and from a noble lineage.  However a half-Chinese woman of Danish royal blood wound up in a Japanese mixed wrestling ring, Blanco was sure it was a hell of a story.  The people you meet in this business.

The couple came out on the ramp to cheers, as the ring announcer called them down.  Blanco was clad in his red-and-black trunks, white knee and elbow pads, and black lucha boots.  All of which was topped off with his signature mask, drawing cheers from fans of his work around the world.  He clasped hands with fans on his way down the ramp, even sharing a laugh with some of them as they snapped pictures.  Holly followed close behind, wrapped up tight in a little red dress with a plunging neckline, showing off her ample bust.  Sheer stockings led down her legs, to a pair of stylish black heels.  A bit more daring than usual, Holly may have been trying extra hard to dress to impress, for this match.  Between flashing smiles to the fans, Holly looked up into the ring with a nervous glare.

Blanco showed less concern, as he reached the ring.  Jogging up the steps, he got onto the ring apron and wiped his boots.  Kicking his feet out, Blanco played to the crowd by skanking backward, to the corner post.  There, he pulled himself up and around, mounting the turnbuckle and raising his hands, encouraging the fans to cheer in anticipation of the match.  Then, kicking his feet out wide, he jumped into the ring.

The entire time he did so, however, Blanco was keeping a close eye on Minerva.  Trying to gauge her reaction, see how she might be feeling as he made his entrance, trying to get to know her a bit better.  As the music died down, Blanco approached the center of the ring, ready to start.

Minerva’s eyes focused on Blanco and Holly as the two emerged onto the stage, but as the two began to approach the ring her gaze soon abandoned the luchador and focused on the beautiful woman accompanying him. And oh was she beautiful.

As Holly moved into position at ringside and looked up, if she turned her glance Minerva’s way, she’d see the eyes of the raven haired beauty peering right back at hers. It wasn’t a look of lust. No, her gaze was purely predatory, like a hungry snake that had just found a delicious little mouse to snack on. Until then, it was almost as if she’d completely ignored Blanco’s presence.

“That’s quite a lovely little bird you’ve brought with you,” Minerva said, finally shifting her gaze to look at the masked wrestler, and walking out to the middle of the ring to stand toe to toe with him. Standing a handful of inches taller than her foe, she looked down on him with a condescending smirk. “Once I’m finished breaking you, I may just take her home with me as a prize... Or perhaps I’ll settle for your mask.” A low, cold chuckle escaped her lips while she tapped a finger against her chin. “Decisions, decisions~”

With that, the bell rang, and without even a second of hesitation Minerva immediately fired her right knee forward, aiming to bury it right in the middle of Blanco’s stomach!

Blanco kept a close eye on Minerva, trying to gauge where the woman was mentally. She was a tough one. Normally, he could tell rather quickly if another wrestler was feeling derision for his crowd-pleasing style, or if they were eager to get on with a flashy and sporting contest. Instead, it seemed like the distant Royalty in the ring was staring right past him.

From ringside, Holly put the pieces together a bit more quickly than Blanco did. She could feel Minerva's eyes on her, an overall disturbing experience. For as stunning as she was dressed, Holly felt suddenly quite small, under that gaze. Holly turned her face to Minerva, and saw the look in her eyes. Holly raised a hand over her soft, mostly exposed chest, feeling exposed and vulnerable. Blushing, the British woman pouted a bit, unsure of how to handle this. Or even if she should. Choking back her nerves, Holly turned back to the fans and tried to offer them a warm smile and a wave. Doing her best to ignore the woman in the ring.

Blanco caught on rather quickly, once he saw Holly blush and turn away. He'd gotten used to the idea of her opponents leering at her, in competition. Honestly, some of the things that had happened to her in matches were downright humiliating, for both of them. He hadn't expected that out of one of his own opponents, however. Blanco was distracted, as Minerva finally acknowledged his existence. He could see the woman was being dismissive, rude- all things that he had expected of the young almost-royal, honestly. Minerva's threat to take Holly, or his mask, raised an eyebrow. However, the overwhelming thought in Blanco's mind was of Holly and Minerva. Minerva, making good on her threat toward Holly, the things that she might do to her ... all so distracting, that the opening bell went right past him, and Minerva's knee strike went straight into his stomach! "Hnnngh!" Air knocked out of him, Blanco doubled over. One hand around his abs, the other bracing himself against Minerva, the stunned luchador found himself starting the match at a rough disadvantage!

Minerva giggled as the luchador hunched over and leaned against her. For a moment she chose to stay still, letting everyone watching get a good glance at her towering dominantly over her wounded foe. Yes, it was only the first shot fired in this battle, but little mind games like that could be quite effective in breaking down an opponent’s confidence. Especially in men, from her experience.

But of course, Minerva had no intention of staying there long enough for Blanco to catch his breath and retaliate. And her arms then reached over his back and around his waist, where she’d attempt to heave the man up and over with a gutwrench suplex!

All the while, though she didn’t cast another glance Holly’s way yet, she very much hoped the girl had turned back around and was watching this. As much as she wanted to break Blanco’s confidence down, she also wanted to do the same to his cheerleader at ringside. If she had anything to say about it, both of them would fear her by the time this match was over.

Beneath his mask, Gato Blanco's face was reddening. He'd let himself get distracted, and now Minerva was starting their match off with considerable control. The luchador was doubled over, nursing his aching abdomen, as he felt the sultry Danish royal wrap her arms around his waist.

Meanwhile, at ringside, Holly was beside herself. The Brit clutched her hands over her chest, breath caught in her throat. Things weren't looking good for her man, in there, and Minerva seemed poised to keep her control.

"Come on, Mister!" Holly cried out, approaching the ring cautiously. She'd seen Blanco take far worse hits in the ring, of course, but it still never seemed to get any easier. And for some reason, this particular opponent made Holly feel more worried than any of his prior foes ...

Blanco, meanwhile, was struggling to keep his wits as Minerva took control of his body. Bracing himself, Blanco felt Minerva's arms sink into his body and hoist him upward! "Hgnn!" Blanco grunted, as Minerva's arms squeezed some air out of him and hefted him helplessly upward. Shaking his head, Blanco opened his eyes just in time to see the entire arena go spinning end over end, as he was flung over in Minerva's gutwrench suplex!

"Aaagh!" The luchador dook the landing hard, right across his back. Clutching his stomach and arching his spine in agony, it wasn't lost on the world-traveling luchador how easy Minerva had just made it look. It was a relatively simple move, but it had gotten the match off to a dominant start for the sultry Minerva!

A gutwrench suplex by itself isn’t anything particularly special. It’s not a complicated move at all, and just about anyone could probably pull one off. But to see a woman toss a grown man through the air with ease, that added more to it psychologically. The match had only just begun, and already she’d thrown him around like a ragdoll.

Minerva immediately pulled herself up after delivering the suplex and walked over by the luchador’s head, casting another cold smirk Holly’s way while she went. She stopped, then lowered herself to her knees, then raised Gato’s head off the ground just a bit.

“I’m only getting started with you,” she said, then attempted to sling her legs out and trap Gato’s masked head between her powerful thighs to lock in a headscissor. Crossing one ankle over the other if she could, her long legs would rest atop her foe’s toned torso while she squeezed down his head and neck with her thighs.

Despite being relatively new to the AFW, Gato Blanco had still gotten down a routine. Normally, he'd been able to rely on his fast-paced, technical lucha style to keep pace with the men and women he'd been grappling with. Minerva, however, wasn't giving him that chance. The young royal was keeping his body pinned down, dominating him in these early stages.

At ringside, Holly's worry was growing. Watching Blanco suffer was one thing, but watching him suffer at Minerva's hands seemed worse. And then, there was the chilling look that Minerva shot her, as she walked by. The Brit squirmed under Minerva's gaze, wrapping her hands around the bottom rope and white-knuckling it.

Blanco, meanwhile, was just trying to get himself back upright. "Agh," he grunted, as Minerva's toned legs clamped down around his neck. The luchador kicked out his legs, trying to scramble away, but Minerva wouldn't let him. He shuddered involuntarily, as Minerva whispered her threats into his ear. "D-damn," he muttered. Trying to compose himself, Blanco kicked one legs out over the other. Minerva's strong legs were locked on tight, but the luchador did all he could to roll his trapped body over, hoping to reverse the hold and alleviate that pressure on his neck!

Pesky as some of these high flying lucha types tended to be, there usually wasn’t very much they could do when trapped between a pair of strong legs. Go figure. On top of the pain she was inflicting by squeezing his head nice and tight with her thighs, she was also drastically limiting the masked man’s options. People rarely submitted this early, and she knew that wouldn’t be any different now. That meant he’d have to wrestle his way out, not a simple task considering Minerva was bigger and quite possibly stronger than he was.

Of course, that didn’t stop Gato from trying anyway.

“Why bother struggling? Just be a good boy and accept your fate,” Minerva said with a giggle, squeezing her legs even tighter against her foe’s head, while reaching a hand down to brush over the his head as if she were petting a dog. But in spite of her demeaning words and taunts, she could feel herself starting to turn as Gato tried to roll them over.

The hand that had been petting the luchador’s head balled into a fist, and she hurled it down right at his face! On the bright side, Minerva was starting to grow tired of her hold, and wouldn’t keep it locked in whether Gato managed to squirm out from between her legs or not. But at the price of a heavy punch to the face, it was probably debatable whether or not it’d be worth it.

"Nnngh," Blanco grunted, as a chill ran down his spine.  Minerva was dominating him rather thoroughly, at this point, and her taunts weren't helping matters.  A nervous chill ran down his spine, her thighs clenching hard on his neck and wrenching him back to the mat.  "D-damn," he grunted, kicking his legs.  Still, the luchador kept working the pair of them around, trying to focus as much of his energy as he could to flipping over and working his way free, before the match got much more out of hand.

Blanco had winced as Minerva was stroking his head, but his eyes shot open as he saw Minerva ball that hand into a fist.  In a flash, Minerva's delivered a hard punch to his face, rocking him!  "Aagh!" he cried out, the force of Minerva's blow enough to send a jolt through his body.  The larger woman was looming over Blanco, his every muscle tensed as he tried to buck free of her grip.  From ringside, Holly was looking on in horror as the intimidating woman, looking so exotic and powerful with her striking features and impressive body, managed to trap her man against the mat and have her way with him!

Writhing in pain, Blanco put his full effort into pulling away.  The luchador thrust his boots into the mat, and bucked up from the hips.  Trying to take it hard to a bridge, Blanco tried to wince through the pain and pop his head free.  Blanco could still feel Minerva's powerful thighs clamped down around his slender neck, but now he was feeling more desperate than ever to get some space between them! The veteran luchador was completely off his game, especially reeling from Minerva's blow, but hoped he could still muster up enough strength and basic technique to still work his way free.