Clair Garland vs. Santa Tigresa

Still just a newcomer to the bright lights and rowdy crowds of the AFW, the woman known as Santa Tigresa stepped out onto the entrance ramp with no small amount of trepidation. She knelt low, her hand completing the sign of the cross along her chest before she sprang to her feet, a fist raised to the enthusiastic crowd. The Tigresa rushed down the entrance ramp, trying to push down her nerves with an overt display of enthusiasm. Wanting to make a name for herself in AFW as quickly as she could, the luchadora hadn't even cleared with management who her opponent was going to be, tonight. Regardless, she was sure it was going to be some fit young woman, who would be more than able to give the Tigresa one hell of a workout ...

Upon reaching the ring, Santa climbed to the top turnbuckle, raising her arms triumphantly to the cheering fans, and watched the entrance ramp for her foe. She knew it wouldn't be too long until she was nose-to-nose with tonight's opponent, but Tigresa wanted to take every chance she could to size up her foe, before the opening bell. She'd fought long and hard to get to AFW, and with the eyes of the world on her now, Santa Tigresa wanted to make as certain as she could that she wouldn't let another foe dominate her, in the ring.

It wasn't long before the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-e7qS7ePo64&list=FLljJ_Ohaa8Yh7xgTLCo-NYw:kns5njyo]music[/url:kns5njyo] of the the beautiful purple haired Claire came to follow right after Santa Tigresa's entrance was done with. The music stirred up quite a few people in the ring, as Claire while she hadn't been in many matches and only done two appearances so far, one of which had started quite a bit of buzz about the girl as it seemed that the target of her interest had been none other than the well known and popular wrestler, Heather Sunderland. Of course her first match had also given Claire a good time to shine all the while she had pretty much dominated and destroyed one of Heather's close friends. Tonight she was back though, after a bit of time away from the spotlight, the beautiful and busty purple haired girl had made her dominating presence known to AFW once again.

She was met with quite a bit of cheering and cat calling, whistling and roars from the almost always horny crowd of this wrestling league. Of course Claire paid a small bit of attention to the crowd, as she raised her right arm as she walked down the ramp, waving it slightly from left and right, although the gaze of the girl never left the ring, as she was simply looking on and inspecting her opponent for the night. Once she had reached the ring, Claire would climb up and head in between the middle and top ropes, with it she would walk up towards the center of the ring, her gaze fixed upon Tigresa. The tip of Claire's tongue would slip out from between her lips as she'd lick the upper part and let out a delight full little purr. " My my, seems like I got a juicy piece of steak tonight~" Claire would let out in a teasing tone as she looked on at the beautiful opponent for the night. She looked slightly older and somewhat wider, of course not in a bad sense. The masked wrestler had quite a pleasant frame, one hat Claire was looking forward to getting her hands on.

The purple haired beauty would stand in the center of the ring with her hands on her hips, her large chest thrust out proudly into the air as her predatory eyes accompanied by a fitting predatory grin would meet her opponent.

It was hard not to be intimidated, as Santa Tigresa watched Claire enter the ring. The audience was quite taken with her, certainly, and her approach to the ring carried a confidence and certainty that intimidated the Tigresa to her core. Feeling Claire's eyes on her sent a bit of a creeping sensation through the luchadora's body, her eyes narrowing as she watched the girl's lips twist into a predatory grin. The teasing, flippant tone she took didn't set well with Tigresa at all, but she felt like she couldn't let the younger girl know she'd already gotten under her skin.

"I- I don't know what you mean ..." she stammered, involuntarily, her cheeks flushing slightly. The Tigresa's eyes traveled up and down her opponent's body, trying to size her up. Clair was just a slight bit more slender, and somewhat taller than Tigresa. She found herself trying actively to not focus on Claire's curves, which the girl seemed so eager to put on display. Santa kept reminding herself, she couldn't let the younger woman intimidate her. Squaring her shoulders, trying to keep loose and agile for the match, the Tigresa waited for the opening bell to start things off, for the night.

Claire looked on at her opponent who in all regards was quite a looker, she had a good physique and a decent frame, she was bit older looking that most that Claire had seen so far in this league, though those weren't very numerous. It was good for her that her opponent was without a doubt someone who at least seemed o be a bit more mature than her last opponent. It would only give the beautiful purple haired girl a lot more satisfaction as she set about doing her usual thing.

Seeing those flushing cheeks and the stammering in Santa's voice, Claire knew that she had gotten into the girl's head. It was only matter of time before she crawled in there and made a good little nest. Which should only take about the length of this match or less, if things went like Claire wanted. The beautiful girl would moved forward, trying to start walking up towards her opponent and stand closer towards her, so that only a mere inch stood between Claire and her prey for the night.

When the bell finally rang, Claire would attempt and move forward to try and wrap her arm around Santa's head and pull her opponent into a side headlock, quickly trying to start of the match by pressing her opponent's face up against the side of her large breasts and wrenching down tightly upon Tigresa's head as well. " I think you know exactly what I mean ~ I can't wait so see just how juicy you are ~"

Santa Tigresa would be the first to admit, she'd let a rather sheltered life. Cloistered, even. But this Clair girl seemed like one of the strangest people she'd ever met. She didn't understand what the girl was referring to half the time; it was bad enough being intimidated by how much younger and slim the girls were, but being constantly baffled didn't help. Did she mean, juicy like an orange, or something? She really needed to try picking up English from things that weren't cartoons, the Tigresa resolved. Shaking her head, La Santa tried to get focused back on the match, as she took a low stance and waited for the opening bell to sound.

Unfortunately, the luchadora wasn't quite prepared for how quickly Clair would be on top of her, Clair's arm clamping down tight and wrenching her into the side headlock. Aside from the sudden pain of the hold, all the Tigresa could feel was her face, pressing firmly against Clair's ample chest, causing the luchadora to let out a muffled cry of shock. The hold was effective, limiting her ability to breathe while keeping the luchadora from moving, and trying to gain any forward momentum. Clair's comments once again confused the Tigresa, but all she could muster in response was a muffled “Que?”

Quickly, Santa Tigresa planted her feet, and let her hips sink a bit low for leverage. From that position, she planted her hand fimrly on Clair's lower back, and tried to shove the younger girl off of her. She wasn't sure how effective it might be, with her ability to roll her head out of the hold somewhat impaired, but it was the most direct, simply counter the Tigresa could muster, at the moment.

Claire found her opponent most amusing at the moment, the fact that the girl seemed somewhat oblivious to what the beautiful Garland lady was referring to simply made her seem like a more interesting prey. Claire wanted to enjoy seeing the girl's expression after she had decided to pull out some her special moves on the beautiful and busty Santa Tigresa.

Now with the bell rung and the two combatants starting the match, Claire took the intiative and locked her beautiful and slightly older opponent into that tight side headlock, wrenching down on the girl's head as she could her the muffled sounds that were vibrating off of her impressive chest as her opponent spoke out. The purple haired beauty of course as always, having a wide smirking smile on her lips from the sheer joy of putting her opponents in holds like these, to bring down a bit of pain onto her opponents and as such also humiliate them a bit. In the case of this hold, pressing her opponents face up against her breasts like that was a good start.

Though it seemed as if Tigresa had other plans, as she bunkered down a bit with her frame and then went and put a hard shove against the back of the beautiful Claire. The shove forced Claire to lose her hold of her opponent's head as it slipped right out of her arm and forced Claire to stumble forward two steps, before the purple haired beauty tried to quickly spin herself around and look on at Santa. Hoping that the girl didn't have time enough to counter attack before Claire had manage to turn around and ready herself for any incoming attacks.

Santa Tigresa had no clue what motivated this young lady here, tonight, Most of the wrestler's La Santa had faced in her early years had seemed mostly determined to throw the girl around until she couldn't get back up. Clair, however, seemed happier to just have her in that headlock. She wasn't exactly sure why, but the former nun was quite happy to be able to shove Clair off of her head, and get some breathing room.

It seemed, though, that the counter was only going to throw Clair off for a moment. The Tigresa winced, thinking about how much more limber and slender her foe must be. Still, choking back her worry, the luchadora attempted to mount a counterattack. Knowing how risky it would be to try and wrap Clair's body in some kind of hold or lift, La Santa opted instead for a quick strike. With a quick shout of effort, hoping she could rally the crowd behind her, the luchadora jumped into the air, lifted her legs and tried to connect a solid dropkick to her opponent's ample chest. If Clair was collected enough to avoid it, La Santa knew she was screwed. All the same, she put her full effort into it, hoping to knock the more dominant young woman off of her feet.

Claire had just managed to turn around as she heard that shout that her opponent let out, a shout which seemed to stir the crowd up and seemed to give her attractive opponent a bit of a fire lit within her. As Claire then got to see Santa jump up into the air and shot her legs out towards the busty and beautiful purple haired girl. Claire raised an eyebrow and soon her eyes went wide as Santa's feet smacked right into her ample chest, driving those large breasts back and nearly flattening them.

The dropkick forced Claire off of her feet and made the beautiful slender beauty crash down onto her back, right down against the mat. A heavy thud followed her crash as she would lay back onto the mat with her arms eagle spread. Claire groaned out in annoyance and in pain, as she would try and roll herself over onto her front and start to try and push herself up onto her hands and knees and if left undisturbed, up to her feet.

As strange as this match had been for her, the sounds of Clair's back crashing against the mat sounded far too familiar and welcome to Santa Tigresa. The impact of the young woman's soft body against the Tigresa's hard boots had been immediately gratifying, to the point that the luchadora barely felt the impact of the mat against her body as she came down. It occurred to her that this sort of response was perhaps pouring it on a little too thick too soon; even as she felt the rush of having the crowd rally behind her, La Santa was feeling the strain of putting up such an aggressive offense. Still, she told herself it was well worth it, if she was able to grab the lead over her strange, slinky opponent.
Upon coming back down to the mat, La Tigresa performed a quick push-up to get herself back onto her knees. Raising a fist for the crowd once again, the woman's grin spread across her face, bright white teeth flashing to the audience from beneath her mask.

Still, the Tigresa knew she was going to have to keep if up, if she was going to keep up her dominance in this contest. Turning back to look at Clair, La Santa watched the strange, slender young woman pushing herself back to her hands and knees. Knowing she only had a moment to capitalize on this opportunity, the Tigresa pounced, as quickly as she could. Jumping towards Clair's slender, prone figure, Santa Tigresa tried to wrap her thick legs around Clair's slender waist. If she could lock the hold in, La Santa would put her entire weight into compressing Clair's sides between her thighs. Meanwhile, as she tried to grip down on her opponent, La Santa would reach down and try to grab Clair by the wrists, yanking them backward to put further pressure on the girl's spine. She wasn't certain if she could lock in such a complex hold, but in the attempt, she hoped that she could send a dominent message to this strange young woman, that Santa Tigresa was not one to trifled with.

Claire grit her teeth as she laid on her back in pain, shaking her head as her right hand moved up to rub her chest a bit. Taking the powerful drop kick of her hippier opponent had left her slightly pained, though it didn't mean that she was completely out of it. Soon enough Claire attempted to roll over onto her front and push herself onto her feet. However, as the beautiful purple haired beauty tried to push herself up, she was met with strong and powerful thighs which wrapped around her waist. " Agh!" Claire yelped out as she angrily glared back at Santa.

The pain of those strong thighs of Santa was without a doubt quite a bit of problem, but when Claire began to notice the girl's hands reaching forward, the beautiful scantaly clad wrestler would quickly try and act. Attempting to try and use her legs and arms to roll the two of them over, attempting to get herself upside down and Santa onto her front. It was a risky move, but if it worked, then Clair would try and kick her legs forward, attempting to use the momentum of her legs to roll herself up onto Santa's back, and try to get onto her knees. Attempting to keep the girl's legs trapped within her arms and around her waist, as she'd attempt and lock Santa into a reverse boston crab hold.