For Honor! Santa Tigresa vs Juniper

Juniper wasnt a bodybuilder. Not by a long shot. But she was strong enough to support the weight of another woman of her size in her arms. Her eyes lowered into a sultry stare as she's looked at her fair-skinned opponent in a sultry stare.

"Yes...Go on and yell. Struggle for me to..." Juniper didnt keep her stare for long, as she felt Tigresa put the squeeze on her body. Juniper groans out through gritted teeth. She would not have this! So, she just simply fell forward...

Santa Tigresa was taken aback by the strange look in Juniper's eyes. Not the sort of expression the luchadora would have expected out of a female competitor- she was having a hard time reading Juniper, here, and that made the Tigresa more nervous than anything.

As Juniper said, though, the latina warrior was struggling. Her thick body was grinding against Juniper, as she tried to keep the redhead from getting the hold locked in too tightly.

"Aargh!" Santa Tigresa cried out, as Juniper dumped her to the mat, slamming her shoulders down. The pair of them lay in the center, bodies intertwined, Juniper's added weight putting more pressure on the bearhug. "Rrrrghhhrrr!" the Tigresa growled, squeezing tighter with her own leg lock. Knowing she'd have to act quickly to avoid a pin count, the luchadora tightened her ankles, then put all of her strength into thrusting her hips up, bridging out, lifting herself off the mat with Juniper. The Tigresa nestled her weight onto her elbows, planted firmly on the mat. From there, she would buck her hips, repeatedly, trying to take some of the fight out of the fierce redhead. Or, at the very least, get her to ease up on the punishing bear hug.

When she started to buck her hips around, Juniper sat up. She tries to back away, but couldnt. She was locked in the body scissors that Tigresa had locked in. Juniper felt her opponent's boots press into her side. Well...She couldnt have that.

Juniper growls a bit at her opponent. She reached a hand back to those boots to quickly pull and undo the laces. Tigresa would have to either let go, or prepare to have her boots removed.

La Santa's chest heaved a bit, as Juniper struggled against her. The redhead was powerful, and it was taking every bit of control the luchadora had to keep her trapped in the leg lock. Her body was developing a light sheen of sweat, with the effort, but it seemed it was paying off. Juniper took an arm out of the bearhug, allowing Santa Tigresa to breathe a bit easier. What was next, however, was not at all something the Tigresa had expected.

Santa Tigresa kept her leg lock in place, only looking at Juniper with wide-eyed bewilderment as the fiesty redhead unlaced and peeled off her boot. La Santa's bare foot caught the arena lights, toes wiggling as La Santa stared on.

"Q-que ...?" the Tigresa stammered, eyebrow raised.

Juniper's face remained stern. She was being serious, even as she was doing something very out of the ordinary. She takes of that boot and tosses it far. Or at least as far as she was able to. She would at least try that with the other boot of Tigresa before saying anything.

"You dont need those...Just makes your outfit flashier..." She says in a slight pain, still having her frame squeezed in a body scissor. Juniper tries to take that confusion and break out of the hold by bucking around a bit.

The golden boot of Santa Tigresa went flopping limply across the mat, out of sight and out of mind. Juniper's stern face was helping the take the already rattled Tigresa off her game, though, and that was something the luchadora could not tolerate.

"Arrrgh!" she grunted, adjusting her grip on Juniper. The powerful redhead had already been trying to work her way out of the hold, and it seemed as if trying to keep it locked in might not have been worth the effort. Santa Tigresa could only hope that she had managed to wear Juniper down, a bit, with it.

Unlocking her ankles, the luchadora pulled a leg up, and planted her freshly unbooted foot against Juniper's chest. Gritting her teeth, the latina warrior pushed as hard as she could, hoping that she could now create some distance between the two of them, and finally get Juniper off of her.

Juniper had only two things in mind. To take off the other boot and to get back from the woman.

Tigresa put her bare foot right above Juniper's chest and pushed her away. The redhead would do the same backing motion. She stands up and groans a bit, hold in that spot. "Hard heel or something? That hurt more than it should have..." She hisses, looking own at the newly bare feet of the older woman.

Santa Tigresa huffed, staring Juniper down. She'd backed Juniper off, at least, but now the Tigresa was down a boot and more than a little confused. The latina warrior looked down at her bare toes nervously as she tried to get back to her feet.

"Hard feet?" La Santa said, trying to get her focus back on her opponent, "and harder kicks, mi hija!" With that, La Santa spun on her heel, throwing a strong kick to the midsection of her opponent, hoping to plant a hard one right into Juniper's abs.

Catching how her opponent was nervously looking at her bare foot, Juniper smirks. "Whats wrong? You dont look well. Being barefoot isnt bad..." Juniper only took a step forward when Tigresa sunk her leg into the redhead's midsection.

"Guh!' She let out, doubling over and letting her body follow over the big woman's leg.

From her cheeks to her chest, Santa Tigresa blushed at Juniper's smirk. Fortunately, Juniper's taunts were cut short as the Tigresa's thick leg slammed into her belly and doubled her over.

Seeing an opening, the masked latina lunged forward. Wrapping an arm over Juniper's neck, La Santa snatched the waistline of her trunks with her free hand. "Laugh it up, chica," she said, before pulling hard on Juniper's trunks, and attempting to hoist the fierce redhead into the air for a suplex. Still lacking the comfort and confidence to go for her quicker, more decisive strikes, the Tigresa decided that more traditional methods would have to serve.