James Justice vs Vida Fenix and Santa Tigresa

James groaned softly and rolled off the woman after she managed to kick out of the pin. He didn't know how much more of this he could take before he lost this match. He was already losing 1-0 and he knew that he needed to eliminate both of the two wrestlers in order to win. Slowly, he got to his feet and slowly picked Santa Tigresa and draped his leg over the back of her head, "Just stay down Santa, it'll be better for both of us." He would then jump and attempt to slam her face down for the anarchist's dream. If it were to connect, he would roll her over and drape his body across her before hooking both of her legs for the pin.

Vida leaned over the top rope, letting out a sigh of relief as she watched her mentor kick out of the move. James was hanging in there admirably, considering the handicap, but Vida knew her mentor and inspiration wasn't going to simply lie down for the young man. Vida was simply glad that it wasn't her in the ring, taking those moves!

In the ring, Santa Tigresa was shaking her head. Wild black hair waving in every direction, she was shaking out the cobwebs. Before that was done, however, she felt James' powerful leg draped over her neck. On pure survival instinct, Santa Tigresa raised her arms, pressed her hands against James at his calf and his waist and shoved him off with all her remaining might.

Backing up, Santa Tigresa grasped the ropes, and began pulling herself up. "Y-you're getting desperate, nino," she said, looking James over as she was visibly shaking. "You should have tried to soften me up, instead of going straight for the 'big moves' ..." The luchadora leaned back into the top rope as tightly as she could, eyeing James, waiting for his next move. If he approached her, she would spring off with that tension, throwing her body forward to deliver a running lariat.

James smiled as he stood, staring at the woman before him, "Yeah, I know that, what can you expect from a man up against two women? Plus, you've already scored the first fall." he chuckled and slowly got his bearings, standing straight, he hadn't expected the woman to hit him with a running lariat. James groaned as his body folded in half before he lay sprawled out on his stomach, unmoving.

As Santa Tigresa felt her arm hit hard against James' chest, his words were echoing in her ears. She did feel badly for the young man, being forced to take on an effective tag team like the Superestrellas all on his own. Glancing back at her young partner, the Tigresa could see how anxious the young girl was, over it. Vida was clutching the top rope, watching the action with clear worry.

"Still," Santa Tigresa said, as she pushed herself up, "you took this match, didn't you? Figured you could beat the both of us. A little disrespectful, mi hijo." The luchadora stepped over James' prone body, and began rolling him over onto his chest. "I might need to teach you how dangerous La Superestrellas really are!" As she spoke, the luchadora wrapped James' feet around her calves. She took hold of his wrists and rocked back, pulling his body into La Tapatia- the romero stretch ceiling hold. With as much as the luchadoras had been working over James' midsection the entire match, the Tigresa was certan the move would be a punishing one. Perhaps not enough to force a submission, but hopefully enough to take a heavy toll on the young wrestler.

"I never...said I thought...I'd win..." he groaned as Tigresa began to lock in her hold, "It's just a little hard...to come by matches nowaday." he grinned a little before he was lifted up into the air. Soon, the arena was filled with James' cries of agony as he felt himself tearing in half. Or at least, that's what it felt like. The ref asked James if he wanted to give up, but he just shook his head, refusing to give in to the pain.

Santa Tigresa nodded, as she listened to the young man's words. Taking a match he thought he'd lose was a strange choice, but James seemed like he wouldn't be trying to lie to her. At least, not right now. Not in this situation. The luchadora rocked forward, a bit, keeping her shoulders off the mat. As she did so, however, she wrenched further on James' arms, folding him back even further.

Meanwhile, Vida was staring on from ringside, running a hand through her hair. She bit her lip, watching James get contorted and stretched in such a brutal hold. When the screaming young man refused to submit, the young latina's eyes widened in shock. That kind of strength, that kind of resiliency, was something the aspiring luchadora hoped she could achieve, some day!

Still, Santa Tigresa was focused on the match above all else. Rocking on her back, the masked veteran rocked James forward, and released his wrists. She tried to throw him a bit, with her release, tossing the young man's body forward and- she hoped, hanging him up on the ropes. If she could do that, she'd have him in position. Regardless of where James wound up, however, Santa Tigresa would still rock up to her boots, staring him down, getting ready for the next stage of her offense.

James felt himself thrown away from Santa, like a piece of trash being discarded after being used. The only difference between him and a piece of trash though was that he was in an incredible amount of pain. Some blood began to drip from his side, but he waved off any assistance he was offered. Slowly, he staggered to his feet and looked toward Santa Tigresa with a grin on his face, "You ready...or...what?" he grimaced a little, but refused to show any other signs of the amount of pain he was in.

Santa Tigresa simply shrugged, raising an eyebrow. “Um, yes. I am obviously ready. Also, how are you bleeding, nino?” Even if confused, Santa Tigresa was at least impressed with the young man's willingness to take a beating, and come back for more.

Still, not enough to take it easy on him. Getting low, Santa Tigresa wrapped her arms around James' waist, and began to push hard against him. Lifting from her powerful hips, the Tigresa would then try and drive James into her and Vida's corner post, where her young partner would be able to tag in, and take over the match.

He shrugged, "I honestly don't know, but whatever." he chuckled before he was suddenly pushed against his opponent's corner and he groaned in pain. He started to sway a little bit, his vision getting blurry. He started falling forward, hoping he could just rest for a little bit before anything happened.

With James against the corner, Santa Tigresa drove her shoulder into the young man's firm midsection, attempting to trap him there. Reaching out with one arm, allowing Vida Fenix to tag herself in. Young James had put up an impressive show against two opponents at once. But as much as the masked luchadora respected that, she felt like things had to start coming toward an end.

In a move the pair had practiced, Santa Tigresa kept James slung over her shoulder, while Vida crawled up to the top rope. Then, Vida went over, hooked her firm legs around James' waist, while the both of them were supported by Santa Tigresa's hippy and powerful frame. Santa Tigresa took James' legs, grasping them behind the knee, and put all the strength she could muster into throwing the young man over herself while Vida flipped forward, into a sunset flip.

If executed properly, the move would drive James hard into the mat with Vida on top of him, legs pinning his shoulders against the mat. Santa Tigresa would roll out of the ring, and Vida would lean forward, and await the pin count.