James Justice vs Vida Fenix and Santa Tigresa

James blush faded a little as he moved forward to lock up with her once more. He raised his hands and offered a simple test of strength. If she accepted, he would then begin to press his entire body against her's, the blush he had lost coming back and then some. He would continue to push against her until she was in her team's corner. If successful, he would then fling her across the ring before her partner could even think of making the tag. He would then run after her and attempt a full body splash.

Vida was completely unprepared for James' onrush, as he shoved her back towards the corner. Her svelte young body pushed hard against his, and immediately she was stumbling back. As they came to corner Santa Tigresa held back, not wanting to interfere. James was taking charge, and now it would be up to Vida to try and resist. Or, as the case may be, not.

"Nnngnnnn!" the youthful latina grunted, as her figure was squashed against the turnbuckle by the larger man. She was then flung across the ring, her legs pumping as her dizzied, disoriented body was sent springing back out of the corner.

Vida shook her head, dazed and confused. The arena lights were pounding through her head, bringing tears to her eyes as she tried to orient herself. The first thing she saw, however, was James' body, coming to crash down on her with a full body splash. Unable to get herself out of the way, Vida crumbled beneath the attack, her body pancaking against the mat as he came crashing down.

James frowned when his splash connected, "I'm sorry." he whispered before picking her up and leading her to the center of the ring and draping his leg over the back of her head, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He removed his leg and backed away from her so she could make the tag to her partner. He just looked down and to the side as he waited.

Vida's head was swimming, after James' splash connected. "Hhhgnnn ..." she moaned, unable to offer any resistance as he dragged her lithe body back to the center of the ring. She heard him speak, but couldn't make out his words. Her head was swimming, quite stunned.

She felt his muscular leg along the back of her slender neck, and panicked, shocked back to reality. However, she was quite unprepared for him to take the leg back, and retreat a bit. Vida rocked back on her heels, as she looked him over. What was his game, here?

Confused and uncertain, the young luchadora turned back to her corner, and rushed to give Santa Tigresa a tag in. La Santa looked far less bewildered by the situation, and much more irritated. Her face and chest were glowing red, with annoyance.

She leaned back against the ropes, building tension, then launched herself forward. She barreled at James at full speed, before leaping off of her feet into a rolling senton, that would bring her thick, curvy figure crashing into him.

James just stood there and waited, not sure what would happen. Suddenly, Santa launched herself over the top rope and charged at him. He would then charge at her, but didn't realize what he was getting himself into when she suddenly sprung off the mat and connected with a rolling senton. He grunted and went crashing down to the mat with a groan.

Santa Tigresa gave a loud roar of approval, as she felt James' body tumble beneath her. After flattening him against the mat, she followed her momentum forward, until she rolled back up onto her feet. She thrust two fists up into the sky, drawing the cheers of the crowd.

At ringside, Vida was still clinging to the ropes, standing out on the apron. She stared at James, looking confused. Why had he not kept laying into her, she wondered? He had the advantage ... Still, her mentor was in the ring, now, looking dominant, and Vida was happy enough for that. She began pounding the top rope with her fist, beating out a rythm in hopes that the crowd might follow along.

With James on the mat, the still irritated-looking Tigresa glared downward. In one quick motion, she stepped over him and straddled the prone young man with her powerful thighs, reaching down to hook his chin with her arms. Putting her full weight into it, Santa Tigresa sank her backside into James' lower spine, while yanking up with his chin to lock him into a painful camel clutch.

James began to scream in pain as she locked in the camel clutch. His legs flailed about, but there was no means of escape for him. His legs flailed about as he continued to attempt to kick her in the back. If he were successful, he would slowly attempt to rise to his feet and throw a punch towards her face.

Santa Tigresa could feel James thrashing about beneath her, his legs kicking up a storm against the mat. Made the young man hard to keep under wraps, and the luchadora admired his efforts at fighting back. He'd really been taking it on the chin, in this match, but he wasn't giving up.

La Santa began to feel James' boots, slapping against her backside. From his position, getting a strong kick would have been impossible, but it was an admirable effort. The Tigresa was forced to adjust her position, trying to keep James from throwing her off balance. As she backed off of him, however, James' swinging and bucking would indeed allow him to squirm free.

"Ay!" Tigresa shouted, as James' fist smacked into the Tigresa's face. "Oh!" Vida shouted from ringside, startled. Releasing the hold competely, Santa Tigresa stumbled back, leaving James open to act.

James groaned as the hold tightened until he felt his kicks connect and his chin released. He slowly got to his feet, once he was standing, he would move to a corner slowly before charging Santa Tigresa for a spear. If it were to connect, he would drag her away from any of the ropes and lay across her, weakly hooking her leg for the pin. The ref would drop down to count Tigresa out, "One!"

Santa Tigresa cast a look around the ring, as James found himself regrouping. The next thing she knew, James was charging at her full tilt, with the spear. "NOOOO!" Vida cried out, watching the young man slam into her mentor.

"HOOOFFF!" Santa Tigresa grunted, as his shoulder connected with her midsection. Laid out on her back, the Tigresa's body twitched involuntarily. Her abs tightened and released as she fought to catch her breath. She coughed and groaned, causing her body to jiggle a bit as James took he toward the center of the ring for a pin.

"TWO! TH-!"

Suddenly, Santa Tigresa bucked her hips, and threw the young man off of her. Perhaps if he'd had more strength to hook the leg, or if he'd done more damage to her beforehand, the spear would have finished the job. As it was, Santa Tigresa's shoulder got off the mat, keeping her alive in the match. Vida, and many of the Superestrellas' fans, breathed a heavy sigh of relief. La Santa, meanwhile, lay on her side, ample bosom heaving as she fought to regain her strength.