Lobo Vs. Terra Firth (Complete)

"YES IT FUCKING HURT YOU STUPID BITCH!!!" Lobo snarled in Anger, lashing out a Terra before feeling his leg slam and snap into the pole a second time, prompting the luchador to cry out once more in horrid pain, flopping around the mat, spreading more blood along it. "Hijo de puta!!!" He cried out before trying to bring his free leg over and kick Terra off of him, trying to get free.

"Aww...Shit...My Leg...." Remarked Lobo, as he felt his leg grow numb and heavy. By the way things were going in this match, Lobo was gonna need a doctor, but by the way Terra was enjoying herself, it seemed his suffering was far from over.

At Lobo's crude shouting at her Terra's eye twitched irritably. Stupid bitch? He dared to call her a stupid bitch? She ddn't understand his Spanish, but she was pretty sure he called her a stupid bitch again!

"You're really asking for it, you know that?" she growled. When Lobo tried to kick her with his good leg, Terra would instead attempt to catch, and if sucessful would end up holding both of Lobo's legs on either side of the turnbuckle.

Terra suddenly got a wicked idea. Holding both of Lobo's legs tight, she would then pull on him, trying to drive him crotch first straight into the metal pole.

Although Lobo had only said 'Motherfucker' in spanish, he did call her a bitch and how no idea this would earn her wrath.

"Fuck........" Mummbled Lobo in a fearful tone once he felt Terra grab ahold of his legs. His eyes then widened, fearing the worst he tried to get away but would soon be pulled against the metal ring post, letting out a howling cry of pain as his crotch met the ring post, causing the luchador to bury his face in the mat as a single stream of tears began to slide his face, writhing and whimpering in horrid pain from his damaged groin.

There was a collective groan that went up through the watching audience the moment Lobo's crotch collided with the turnbuckle. The men in the audience were especially sympathetic. A man could only take so much punishment down there.

Unfortunately Terra seemed to like pushing the boundaries of pain on her opponants, and Lobo was no different. She was actually laughing at the sight of his tears. "I thought you were made of tougher stuff," Terra said. "Guess I was wrong." Grabbing on of lobo's legs she would use it to drag him out of the ring and onto the concerte floor with her. If she managed that Terra would then leave Lobo for a moment, going to retrieve a metal folding chair.

Grinning sadistically, Terra would march up to Lobo where he lay, raise the chair above her head, and crash it down across his back.

"E-Easy for you to say with all the cheapshots you dished out...." Lobo groaned out, with smeered blood along the side of his face. He knew he could of kept going with Terra but with all the the hits he took to the nads, his body wasnt exactly able to act 100% at the moment.

Getting dragged to the concrete, there was little he could do except, crawl to his knees before seeing Terra raise the chair above his head. Prepairing for the worst, Lobo shut his eyes and gritted his teeth, bracing for impact as he took the chairshot to his back, hearing the loud Crash of steel meeting his back. "Ahhh... shit!!" Growled Lobo through his teeth, holding in a cry a pain by biting down on his teeth, wincing in agony for a moment before falling down on the floor, writhing pain as the crowd looked on. It appeared to everyone including Lobo, that Terra was going to take her time taking the Luchador apart, piece by piece.

The sound of metal hitting flesh sent shivers of pleasure running down Terra's spine. She always loved the steel chair. It had the purprous of a chair, and a weapon all in one!

Sneering in approval to lobo's writhing state, Terra tossed the metal chair into the ring. She would use that for later. For nw, she would use her bre hands to take Lobo apart. And so she would move over to Lobo's legs, and strddle his back as he lay there. Once she had established position, Terra ould take Clyse'd legs nd cross them, and then cruely haul back on them for a sharpshooter submission.

"N-Noooo..." Groaned Lobo as he was placed in the sharpshooter, writhing in horrid pain as he struggled to stay awake, feeling his lowerbody painfully stretched from his legs and waist. The luchador was growing weaker and weaker as time passed, unable to deliver a witty comment toward his situation. He wanted tobeg for her to stop but his pride got the best him, that being said, Lobo sat in the sharpshooter, howling in pain as he struggled to remain in the fight. Eventually he realized that you could win the match outside of the ring, which prompted Lobo to actually tap.

"Ahh! OK I Give!! I submit to you!" Lobo pleaded, hoping his half lie would work and fool Terra into thinking she had won.

"Oh, you give?" Terra asked Lobo over her shoulder as she continued to pull back on his tangled legs. She would grin maniacly at him. "Well too bad we aren't in the ring where the ref, or me for that matter, gives a damn" As a practiced hardcore fighter Terra was carefully to know what rules could be exploited, including the one Lobo hoped to trick her with.

Instead of releasing Lobo, Terra would actually pull back a little harder on his legs. "Now say my name, bitch!" she screamed.

"YES I GIVE!" Lobo cried out before he discovered his plan had failed. He buried his face in the floor in shame, hating that Terra was controlling him so easily.

He frowed angrily at her commands but he complied with them... Although bitterly.

"Terra...Ahhh!! Terra!-Terra!-TERRA!-TERRA!!!" Lobo cried out as the sharptshooter only got worse, screaming Terra's name in defeated shame, although he didnt lose the match yet, at this point he was in face... Terra's Bitch.

"Damn right it is" Terra aughed, and it was only after Lobo's humiliating dispay of submission that she would release the torturous submission, lettig both of his legs drop to the floor.

Getting up, Terra would raise her fist to the air, basking in the crowd's approving cheers before turning back to her prey. She grinned her cat-like grin, reaching down for his hair to haul him to his feet, and would then use it to drag him to the announcers table. If she managed to drag him there, she would laugh joyousl right before slamming his face hard into the table's surface. she would then roll his body onto the table, setting him up for further punishment.