La Mariposa vs. Succubus Manabe - Vida Americana

Rules: No disqualification. Anything goes tonight!
Victory Conditions: Victory is obtained only by escaping the cage.


This was just what the doctor ordered.

Over anywhere else in the world, if there was one of two things that had attracted Manabe to AFW, it came down to one simple word: variety. Japanese federations were almost childishly limited when it came to the kinds of wrestlers they brought on board. 90% native, 100% serious, all of the time. Wrestle Angels was the best; it eventually grew a flexible roster in her time, but Succubus’ old promotion didn’t last nearly long enough for her to enjoy it.

Now AFW? They had all kinds.

Japanese. Korean. American. Italian. German. Indian. Thai. Persian. But tonight was going to be a first for her: Mexican.

At least, that was what Succubus had to go on with a name like La Mariposa. Wrestle Angels had never let her near anything non-Japanese sounding. Her pretty low status in her former company kept Succubus far away from the international talent in the past. She missed out on some sweet opportunities, but that wouldn't be the case this time around. Here, the Imp of the Ring intended to make the most of her time under the spotlight. She barely even had to haggle to have the rules thrown out for tonight. And that right there? That was thing number two.

Life was sweet.

Theme:

Succubus Manabe:

Succubus stepped out into the music and lights to meet the usual fanfare. Her return to the wrestling scene had been going better than even she expected. Unlike Wrestle Angels, this league took to her style of wrestling nicely. The imp's numbers were rising by the day and that success reflected in the adoration that accompanied her devilish descent down the ramp.

Ami could whine and scowl about her 'degrading vices' all the little psychic wanted. Succubus was loving AFW.

Manabe leapt up and sat into a comfortable balance on the top rope, throwing her hands high into the air from her perch. She gave her love to everyone before blowing a few special kisses to the lucky people in the front rows. Her leg threw itself over the rung and brought her feet down to the floor, making her way to her corner with a strut in her petite hips. The white, foxy grin on her face was the last image the megatron captured as Succubus settled in her corner.

Now this was different.

Mariposa hadn’t been in the Afw for long yet here she was already getting a pretty big match that not only took place in a cage, but in a cage with no rules to stop them. Now this didn’t mean that the luchadora was going to do some unsavory things while she was in there, but it certainly didn’t mean that her opponent wasn’t either.

Speaking of, it seems that she was going to be facing off against a devious little minx if the girl’s name was anything. Not only that but it seemed that this Succubus was in fact a former wrestle Angel. Mariposa didn’t know if that was true as most of the knowledge she had about the now defunct wrestling league was of its most famous members like Yukiko or beauty Ichika.

But if it was true, then the luchadora was sure to have a challenge ahead of herself. A challenge she would meet head on as her theme began to ring out and blinding white lights pointed straight at the top of the ramp. Highlighting a posing silhouette that seemed to sparkle in the heated glare.

Spoiler:

That figure would burst out in a sudden cartwheel before landing on one knee. Her white, glittering outfit contrasting with her dark skin as she would suddenly dash off into a run, gaining momentum until she jumped from the concrete floor and in between the top and middle ropes!

Slowly rising back to her feet. The beautiful La mariposa would strike another pose before backing up into her corner, her eyes never leaving the pinkette in the opposite end. Once it was all said and done, and both competitors were in position. The cage began to lower from the ceiling. Surrounding them in steel and ensuring that they won’t be leaving until one of them was defeated.

Couldn't have been more than a few seconds since her entrance music died down, yet Succubus was already fiddling with her fingers. The way she was bouncing on the spot could easily get her confused with a high-strung middle schooler. It wasn't her fault that they just loved to tease her with all of this waiting. She'd known about her opponent for days, she'd had all day to think on this match, and they expected her to sit still?

The sound of Mariposa’s theme in the air erased an unseen weight from her shoulders. All the anticipation was gone seeing the graceful silhouette of the luchadora dominating the stage before racing towards the ring, entering with the kind of finesse that alluded Succubus for most of her career.

It was even easier to appreciate that physique up close. La Mariposa did not disappoint the imp’s expectations. Tanned skin that was smoother than marble, long legs that caught every inch of light. Hips, butt, and bust all in perfect range. The mystique hidden underneath that mask was the cherry on top. This was what she needed more of in her life. Japan just didn’t make women with flair like this. She needed to re-open that travel brochure one of these days.

"Wow wow! Look at you!" Succubus called out from across the ring only a second before the official waved them both to the center. Once the cage fully lowered, the two wrestlers would find themselves only a couple of steps apart over the AFW logo, free to size each other up. Succubus brought a finger to her chin and let her eyes wander with a tongue running the length of her lips. "Now how'd the bookies upstairs know I love chocolate?"

The woman in stripes was quick to step in. Someone had clearly been in this situation before. "Hey, I didn't say 'go' yet. Keep your hands off each other."

Succubus withdrew her hand, holding both of them high and showing an innocent smile to the referee. "Gee hee. Sorry, sorry!"

It seems that her entrance not only dazzled the crowd, but also her opponent as well. Though mariposa could see that there was something else in Succubus’s eyes besides amazement. Lust. That wasn’t unusual to the luchadora, with an outfit as revealing as her own she had gotten many similar looks across her career.

The only difference was that she was going to be locked in this ring with this seemingly shameless woman. A cage taking away any form of escape and the rules allowing anything that happened within to be legal. But such thoughts did little to deter the dark skinned luchadora. She was confident that she’ll be the one exiting the victor.

So stepping into the middle of the ring as her opponent did the same. Mariposa was able to get a closer look at the woman she would be facing. While she was smaller than her, her physique was as no less impressive. As was her attire which was just as if not more revealing than the luchadora’s own.

And she had the confidence to match as she spoke to mariposa in such a way that told the luchadora all she needed to know. This girl had more than just fighting her on her brain. Giggling slightly to herself. Mariposa couldn’t help but respond back. “Hehe. Well aren’t you bold. But just so you know, you’re going to have to work for it if you want a taste of me hehe.”

She giggled even as the referee separated them and them. But once they were far enough away, the striped woman would signal for the bell and the match would be on! Mariposa deciding to test the waters first by simply circling Succubus before doing anything. Allowing the pinkette to make the first move.

Succubus had a feeling she was going to like this woman. Her reaction to the imp's taunt told her a lot. Confidence in her looks, her abilities, and more than ready to demonstrate both. That kind of sexy confidence that wasn't afraid of a little ogling like most girls. Her outfit was the one Succubus had the most trouble with, showing off the best bits but leaving just enough for the imagination and keeping the wandering eye lingering.

She could have some fun with this.

The sound of the bell only slightly managed to draw her attention back into reality. Her focus was still very much on the luchadora as the two of them readied their posture and began circling each other. Succubus acted the flightier of the two, bouncing from heel to heel energetically on nimble feet while she followed Mariposa's slow and defensive steps. She was watching behind that mask, inviting the imp in. Well, well. Okay then.

"I'm taking more than a lick." Succubus leaned in and raised her hands, curling her fingers as if preparing to grab something.

The Wrestle Angel lunged towards LA Mariposa and ducked low. Though it would seem like she was going for a tackle, Succubus would instead run straight past her to rebound off the ropes. The Imp would then leap into the air and kick her legs straight out, aiming a dropkick at the American's chest.

With the sound of the bell all sportsmanship was gone from Mariposa’s mind in an instant. Her smile disappearing as her masked face turned serious. Turning her body sideways, the luchadora would begin to hop from one foot to the other in a strange yet almost hypnotic rhythm.

Her posture was lax but her body nimble as she slowly circled her pink haired opponent. The lecherous smile on said opponent still remaining glued to the pinkettes face. Mariposa had no plans on taking the first swing, that was just asking for trouble. Instead she was going to simply test the waters and allow Succubus to come to her.

And that’s exactly what she did, though no in the way the luchadora expected. Suddenly charging toward the glittering butterfly like a runaway bull. Yet when Mariposa nimbly jumped out of the incredibly telegraphed charge, she saw her opponents true goal as she continued on past her.

Eyes widening behind her mask as she saw Succubus’s speed increase tenfold as she rebounded off the ropes and leapt into the air! Her feet aimed directly for the luchadora’s chest. A kick she was just barely able to dodge out of the way of by the skin of her teeth. But Mariposa wasn’t done there and she would try to wrap her arms around her opponent as she passed and try to turn her momentum against her! Attempting to twist the two of them around and cause the luchadora to slam Succubus onto the canvas in a spinebuster!

Classic maneuver. Succubus couldn't count on both hands how many times that feint worked on someone stupid enough to fall for it. A big benefit of being as small as she was meant that there wasn't much weight to carry around. She could skirt right by, rebound off the ropes, and have her opponent's back before they could even turn to face her.

And then from there? It was all over…

…nine times out of ten.

Most of the time the other person would be too slow to react. When Succubus noticed Mariposa turning away from her kick, her smile disappeared, and her mind flushed with the realization that she hit that one in a million.

The next thing she felt was the ground slapping against the bare skin of her back. The luchadora's sudden spinebuster punched all of the air out of her at once. The imp reeled on the floor as her cheeks puffed to twice their size. Immediately she rolled onto her side and brought a hand to her aching back. Not the start she was looking for.

This wasn’t Mariposa’s first rodeo. The second that bell rang she was honed in on her opponent. The cheers of the crowd faded away as she focused solely on her pink haired rival. For while the sparkling butterfly certainly loved the cheers of the loving crowd, she loved them more when they were cheering for her victory. So that what the luchadora planned to do.

It was thanks to that focus that when Succubus tried to trick her like she was some sort of fresh off the gym rookie. The dark skinned luchadors was ready. And she made sure to let the pinkettes folly known by slamming her onto the canvas in a brutal spinebuster that no doubt had the seductive girl wondering just what the hell happened.

But the luchadora was far from finished. In fact, she was just beginning. For after popping back to her feet, Mariposa would roll Succubus onto her back so she’d be in position for what she was about to do next. Which was dashing to the ropes and rebounding off of them at incredible speeds.

Her momentum carrying her forward, the glittering butterfly would leap into the air just before she reached her opponent. Turning backwards as she did so in a stunning backflip before falling straight onto Succubus’s midsection with a running moonsault. Something that should hopefully knock all the wind out of the pinkettes sails.

Mystic contemplated changing the channel. Her day had been going fine. She had no matches this evening and was sitting comfortably on their couch back home. In this rare moment of peace and quiet in their shared apartment, she produced a shining orbuculum and initiated her communion with Those Beyond. She has many questions for them today, many decisions that could use their guidance, but all they invoked her attention straight away with a simple warning. A glimpse of what would inevitably come to pass. And it disturbed her greatly.

Mystic was hesitant, but - loathe as she was to do so - she acted on her curiosity and turned on the television to the appropriate channel.

And there immediately flashed the displeasing image of her vexing roommate. Receiving a powerful spinebuster and being left dead in the water. Not even thirty seconds into the performance. The occultist resisted the overwhelming temptation to slap herself in the face, simply folding her arms and crossing her legs in her seat. "You are a joke."

Who said that? Was she hearing things? Succubus only faintly picked up the words whispered into her ear before the crowd drowned them out. The snap back to reality came at the worst time possible. Her eyes opened just in time to see a heavenly visage descending down from on high to deliver her to that beautiful wrestling ring in the sky…Huh. Nice tits-

That thought died with the rest of the oxygen in Succubus’ lungs as her body was bisected by Mariposa’s moonsault. Her head and feet shot up in tandem before she laid flat with her arms spread eagle.

The dazzling luchadora had no idea what was going on inside her opponents head. What she did know was that she had just nearly folded the pinkette in half with her moonsault. Her bare belly smacking into Succubus’s with a mighty clap as she slammed atop of her. The pinkettes limbs flying through the air before finally coming to rest.

With her opponent stunned, the luchadora was immediately rolling to her knees to take advantage. And seeing the pinkettes legs flopping back onto the canvas had given her an idea. Quickly standing up, she would dash around and grab hold of both of them and lift them up into the air.

Then all it took was for Mariposa to twist over one leg and bend it sideways before crossing it over with her other leg and then using her own legs to brace them together. Then all it took was to fall back and lock the figure four leg lock in! The luchadora immediately putting pressure on the hold to send as much agony up Succubus’s body as possible.

It was unlikely this would make the pinkette tap out Mariposa thought, but it would certainly hurt her.