Lobo Vs. Terra Firth (Complete)

Lobo remained frozen as he felt Terra's tounge lap along his face, mopping up his blood with every sultry lick she gave him. The Luchador had no idea what to do at this point, the tight grip Terra had on his throat kept him from moving. His biggest concern however was the arousal he was getting from Terra all of a sudden. Most likely due to her mockingly 'cute' giggle's and passionate tounge lashes that claimed the blood along his cheek.

Then to his further embaressment, Lobo noticed that Terra had discovered the bulge under his blue jeans, which began to grow a bit more as he felt Terra suddenly cup him. "Oh No..." Thought Lobo in a moment of horror as he saw Terra's devilish smile creep along her face, which usually meant something bad.

"T-Terra W-Wai..." Lobo had attemped to quickly plead with Terra, but he was too late and would suddenly let out a sharp cry of horrid pain as he felt his package crushed within Terra's hand. "Aaaah!! G-G-Ahhh.... I-N-No-mo-re!" The Luchador tried to plead and submit as he sat in front of his opponent, twitching in agony, barely able to complete a sentence as he felt the harsh grip of Terra squeezing his crotch without mercy.

He could take no more, battered bloody, and humiliated, Lobo didnt want to give up dispite all that, but there was only so much he could take before he realized that he was done for, and this was one of those times.

"Well, well, well," Terra cooed delightfull as she held Lobo's manhood in her ever tightening hand, her other hand still holding him up by the throat. The crowd was in uproar for this manuever, particularily the male audience, many of whom were clutching their own manhood in sympathy for poor Lobo. "You're such a pussy I wasn't expecting much," Terra went on, a slight red hue coming across her cheeks. "But you're packing quite the pistol here, champ."

Perhaps showing the slightest hint of mercy or she was just tiring of Lobo but Terra would release his crotch soon enough. "Okay, time to kill you now," Terra said with alarming calm, her cheeky grin returning. She would then shove hos head between her legs, wrap her arms around his waist and with a grunt would lift him high into a piledriver position. If she managed that she would hold him up there, not slamming him just yet but letting the blood rush to his head.

Lobo sat still, cringing in pain as he felt Terra's grip over his package, gritting his teeth as he felt her hand squeeze on his family jewels. It wasnt a Pretty Sight. His situation was not only extremely painful but also very humiliating, which was something he really hated with a passion, and Terra seemed to only makes things worse for him with her constant taunting. "S-Shut up! This isn't over between us! Mark my words Terra, I'll get you for this!" He growled to her with a slightly gagged voice due to Terra's hand upon his throat. He kept swearing vengence to her until he saw the look on her face heard her next words, which made the luchador go silent for a moment as he also grew red in the face, either from being angry at Terra or from getting a little flustered by her. Maybe it was a little bit of both.

He was just about to reply to Terra before he suddenly felt her hand release his crotch, which surprised him quite a bit. Letting out a sigh of relief as he no longer felt pressure on his package, Lobo thought his opponent was done with him. Wrong. "W-What!?" He mutterd with shock and surprise as he heard Terra speak and was suddenly shoved between her legs. His cheek brushing against her ample thigh before she trapped him between her legs. "Shit..." He mutterd from within her gras, barely able to stand on two feet as the end for the Luchador was nearing. Feeling Terra's hands around his waist, Lobo knew what was about to happen and would try to cling to Terra as she tried lifting him up, trying to hold onto her legs in order to remain on the ground. But he was far too drained to hang on for long and would let out a weak groan as he was lifted up and held in the piledriver position, dangling above the ring canvas as small drops of blood began to rain down from his cut to the ring mat.

Lobo would remain there in Terra's clutches, high above the mat, feeling rather light-headed as his blood began to rush to his head, causing his vision blur as well. "S-Stop toying... with me dammit..." He muttered in a weak, quiet tone of voice as he remained dangling in the air, on the verge of passing out.

"Oh, but I love to toy with you, Lobo," Terra cooed mockingly, swinging Lobo's near limp body around like he really was just a toy. "A great big toy that I', about to break in an unfortunate accident." Terra would then walk Lobo across the ring with a few grunts of effort. Lobo was quite a bit bigger than her and she was already pushing it with this move. But as she pictured the end result she decided it was worth, becuase she was walking Lobo over to the steel chair she had thrown in the ring earlier. The Hardcore Hellcat would then postion Lobo's head straight over the chair, grinning wickedly as she did so.

"It's time to put an end to you, little man," Terra chuckled, letting Lobo take in his situation with grim satisfaction. She wasn't too worried about retaliation at this point. She had beaten Lobo but good. "Now let's see more of the delicious blood." Terra would cheer loudly to the crowd before turning her attention to Lobo with a grin. "Nighty night, loser!" ANd with that Terra would drop down, slamming Lobo's skull into the steel chair with the piledriver.

"T-That's what I was afriad to hear..." Mutterd Lobo as he heard Terra's words regarding to how she loved toying with him and was about to break him, while she swung the Luchador's limp body from side to side, his limbs swaying lifelessly. He was amazed that Terra was carrying him like this for so long, he was dead weight at this point and she was carrying him across the ring, dispite being taller and heavier than her.

"Mark my words, Firth, This isn't over between us!" Lobo would declare to Terra before looking down toward the canvas to see that steel chair, growing pale at the sight of it. "H-hey Wait... Terra... C-Cant we talk about t-this!?" The Luchador would plead before he was violently dropped down on the chair with a loud crash as his skull was smashed into the steel chair.

His body would crunch up on canvas before suddenly springing up as stiff as a pencil before flopping down across Terra's knee, onto the mat. With blood flowing from the top of skull, down onto the canvas and along his face, The Luchador's eyes rolled into the back his head as he layed on the ring mat, arms and legs sprawled out wide along the canvas as he began to twitch violently. Broken and unable to move, the luchador was offically done.

The ring bell sounded immediately after Lobo's skull smashed into the chair on the mat. The ref didn't even need to lift the poor man's arm to declare him out. No one was getting back up after what he had gone through. "I'm not much of a talker," Terra said, knowing Lobo couldn't hear her at the moment. "I'm more of an ass-kicker."

Terra would then get back to her feet, raising her arms to the air and planting her boot of Lobo's sleeping body, basking in the loud cheers of the wildly shouting crowd. She had put on quite the show for them tonight. Never had a wrestler in the Sex Wars league put on such a brutal match. Terra had almost literally turned the ring into a bloodbath. If this was the way she was going to fight all her matches than many were wondering how she was gonna top this one.

Terra would then go to her corner to recieve her long purple coat, pulling it back as she made to leave the ring. Before she did she gave one last look at Lobo, gave him a cheeky grin and left the ring as the victor. She walked up the ramp amongst the crowds cheers, as paramedics rushed past her to help her poor opponant.

Lobo remained on the canvas long after taking the viscious piledriver from Terra, barely moving as he remained prone on the ring mat, simply laying out cold in a bloody heap as Terra stood triumphant after such a bloody brawl.

An ambulance would soon pull into the arena for the broken luchador as the paramedics rushed into the ring, carrying the limp wrestler on a stretcher. It was rare for Sex Wars to have a match as bloody as this. Rather Ultra-Violent matches in Sex Wars hardly happend it all. But thanks to Terra Firth, the standard had changed and Lobo had been made an example of for violent side of Sex Wars, thanks to Terra Firth.

Whether Lobo would actually seek revenge would be up to him, yet after a beating like this it was uncertain if one could fully recover. Only time would tell.

Terra Firth Wins Via Knockout.