Rassle in the Castle: Anne Archy vs "La Parca" Maria Castillo

With a few residual bounces, Anne came to settle firmly on top of Maria, her knees on either side of the woman's head and her shins pinning down her shoulders. This would offer the luchadora a prime view of Anne's panties, not that this seemed to bother the bouncing blonde. In fact, it might have been the intention all along. Interlacing her fingers together behind the back of her own head, Anne arched her back and posed on her opponent, "I wouldn't blame you if you just stayed down there. There are worse ways to be a loser."

The very agitated and unsteady official knelt be the pair, "One!"

Maria was breathless, the landing leaving the older woman laid out easily with a young punk princess posed quite suggestively over her! Throughout all of this, it took what little willpower she had at the moment to thrust her shoulder up, pushing Anne off her with a desperate grunt.

Rolling onto her side, the woman's eyes were wide, trying to frantically push herself back up onto the shiny flat surface of the castle. Ok maybe taking this match may not have been a good idea after all

Anne had come to terms with just enjoying her time in the ring and not worrying too much about winning or losing, but happy to preen and gloat when she had the chance. The schoolgirl pin wasn't particularly difficult to escape from, assuming one wanted out, but they'd only just gotten started. Rolling with Maria's shove she agilely tumbled onto her knees, her skirt flaring to offer another flash of her panties in the process. "Oh, didn't you like that? Would you rather be sitting on my face?!" She teased with a smirk.

Bouncing giddily on her knees she used the momentum to spring forward after the recovering luchadora. In a particularly froggy frog splash she threw her arms out to try shoving Maria onto her stomach to land belly down across her back. In times before she would have just flopped onto the older woman's side, but she was told that this was an easy way to break a 'floating rib'. Better to squash her flat this way.

Maria was being utterly embarrassed in short order by this punk girl and the uncanny agility she seemed to have on such uneven terrain. The pin attempt alone was starting to spike Maria's anxiety, but the follow up frog splash that seemed to flatten her against the shiny, inflatable material was leaving her bamboozled!

She lay flat on her gut, groaning quietly as she tried to rise again, one arm clutching her ribs as she glared at Anne from under her lucha mask. Taking steady steps, she waited for the young woman to approach again before she took a leap of her own, aiming to cut her down with a spinning backfist!

Anne wasn't the most cautious wrestler, which Lily routinely admonished her about, but that had changed little with her time away. The backfist connected squarely with the small blonde's cheek as she bounced on her toes, easily shoving her center of gravity and toppling her over onto her side. The punk bounced hard off the inflatable castle's floor but did nothing to try steadying herself. Instead she'd bounce herself in place only to increase the height of her rebound.

Her cheek stung from the blow, but that only excited Anne more. Now it was a challenge. As she bounced up on her side a long, bare leg snapped out to aim a quick kick at the luchador's midsection. Another bounce and she'd twist to face away from Maria for a follow up. If her first kick failed to double the woman over she'd simply mule kick to launch herself from the woman's taut stomach; otherwise she'd try to catch Maria's head with her ankles, tucking in her knees to drop down and pull the older woman's face down and into her round ass for a humiliating smother attempt.