Arena Mexico- Daisuke vs. Santa Tigresa!

While Santa Tigresa and Daisuke were grinding against one another, the Tigresa did everything she could to look anywhere but her opponent's face. Letting her long dark hair flow over her eyes, La Santa wanted nothing more than to look into the eyes of the wrestling prince. Sure, there were many times in the past that Santa Tigresa and Daisuke were ... much closer than opponents, in the ring. But the tiger-masked woman couldn't let herself dwell on that. At least not tonight, with so much at stake!

Daisuke's attempts at taking control of the Tigresa were frustrating, making the woman blush hard beneath her mask as Daisuke wrapped his arm around her and took firm control of the match. "Aah!" La Santa squealed, as she felt Daisuke's arms slide around her neck, and lock in the sleeperhold. La Santa could feel Daisuke's body against her backside, his firm abs sliding across her soft backside as he secured the hold. Still, despite his whispers, La Santa wouldn't simply lie down, like this!

Shimmying her hips from side to side, Santa Tigresa sank her body toward the mat and braced herself against Daisuke. Her face reddened, as his control continued. Still, Santa Tigresa slid her ample bottom against Daisuke's grinding figure, and let herself sink into him. As she did so, she could feel the heat of his body. Reaching upward, Santa Tigresa took a deep breath and prepared for the next move. Letting herself sink into the wrestling prince for a moment, Santa Tigresa gripped his head, pulled him close to her body, then dropped hard to her backside, attempting to counter his sleeperhold with a surprise cutter!

Daisuke couldn't understand this woman nor his relationship with her. One moment she would hug him, kiss him, tend to him while the other moment she would mercilessly out-wrestle him in the ring. The two of them shared an awkward relationship as a result of their unique rivalry which only was to intensify after this bout. Her long hair covering her beautiful face as they grappled, neither wrestling backing off until Daisuke's attempt to take control paid off and he caught the tiger in a sleeperhold.

He felt her warm, fit body press against his own chiselled frame making the two blush as the prince had his arm wrapped around her. La Santa moaned in pain as Daisuke squeezed her neck harder and tightened the hold. He could feel Santa's body against press back into his firm abs as her backside slid against it.

He felt her hips shimmy from side to side as Santa Tigresa sank her body toward the mat and braced herself against Daisuke. It was a strange sensation, her body sank into him- the back of her head pressed against his face as he whiffed her hair smelling the nice fragrance emitting from her hair. Next she slid her ample bottom against Daisuke's grinding figure, and let herself sink into him."W-what are you trying to do Santa? Mng I..." he said blushing and getting caught off as he didn't notice Santa reaching upward and gripped his head, pulled him close to her body, then dropped hard to her backside, attempting to counter his sleeperhold with a surprise cutter!

"OOUURGHHH" he cried out as his jaw smacked against her shoulder and he sprang back up, staggering back into the corner as he settled against it, massaging his jaw after being caught like that.

Santa Tigresa was fighting for her life, at this point, trying to keep herself awake despite Daisuke's expertly applied sleeperhold. The Tigresa's face reddened beneath her mask, as the lack of air to her lungs left her body feeling sluggish, slow and exhausted. It was all she could do to keep herself upright, while Daisuke threatened to choke her out in front of an arena of her screaming fans!

La Santa felt his tight body grind against her, as he pulled herself up into position for the cutter. His tight, muscular body. Santa Tigresa chewed her lip, trying to keep herself from moaning and losing even more of her air as she got him into position. She could feel his manhood against her warm, soft ass, leaving her a bit weak at the knees. Wincing, the Tigresa summoned all of her strength, then jerked his head down to deliver the sharp cutter, rocking the poor young man's world!

The fans erupted as Santa Tigresa rocked him with her counter move! Her ample bottom hitting the mat, the luchadora released Daisuke and sent him reeling into the corner! The Tigresa sat there a moment, her masked head bowed as she breathed deeply and tried to recover her strength.

La Santa shook her head out, trying to clear the cobwebs. Daisuke had sapped so much of her strength, it was hard to get back into the fight. Still, she couldn't back down. Not in front of an entire arena of her hometown fans, all waiting for the Tigresa to put the arrogant young 'wrestling prince' in his place! Reaching up, Santa Tigresa fidgeted with the straps of her tight ring gear, making certain that her ample bosom was still tightly bound by her wrestling gear, before pushing herself back up to her feet.

“What I'm doing,” La Santa shouted to Daisuke, “is putting you down!” Shaking her head, La Santa threw herself forward and ran full speed at Daisuke! As she approached the corner, Santa Tigresa would throw herself into the air, trying to squash Daisuke's muscular body against the corner ring post with a jumping splash!

The wrestling prince had the sleeperhold locked in expertly. He was sure he would get the submission out of the Tigresa here and now. In all their wrestling matches, he always believed he was the better wrestler and that he was always unlucky in their matches- the wrestling prince had always argued with his greatest rival that the only way she won their matches was because of her female "assets" that she used as an advantage in wrestling.

He goaded her into submitting but the clever Tigresa brought her arms up and wrapped them around his chin, dropping down on her butt to drive his chin against his shoulders to really rock his world. He cried out in pain, staggered from that sudden move as he moved backwards while rubbing his chin. Eventually his back hit the corner and he settled in, rubbing his jaw to ease the pain.

As he heard her reply, defiant to his words, he raised his head up to watch for her position but by then it was already too late. She was already leaping up high in the air, her body *SMACKED* into the fit frame of the prince as she did a body splash in the corner, sandwiching Daisuke there as the wind was knocked out of him.

He felt her warm body press up against his own sweaty chiseled frame, he left out a moan in pain against her as his hands went around her waist instinctively "T-tigresa?!" he moaned softly as he squirmed against her.

Santa Tigresa’s head felt heavy, even as she rocked Daisuke off of her with the cutter. The masked luchadora shook her head, trying to push out the cobwebs, before launching into her counter-attack. Daisuke had taken a hell of a toll on her with that hold, but the Tigresa couldn’t let herself succumb to him now. Not now, not ever!

The Tigresa’s thick, hippy frame came smashing into Daisuke’s body forcefully, and the crowd erupted! The Tigresa let her body sink into his muscular figure for a moment, still fighting to catch her breath after the impact! Feeling his muscular body crumble beneath her knocked some air from her lungs, too, and La Santa was left panting against Daisuke’s weakened body.

The voices of the crowd rose as high as the Tigresa’s body, however, during her mighty leap! That was enough to get the masked woman smiling, at least. Her hot breath lapped against Daisuke’s neck, as she absorbed the cheers of the fans. She could feel their hopes, their desire to see the local-grown heroine defeat the boisterous and arrogant young aristocrat!

“How do you like that, ‘wrestling prince?’” Santa Tigresa groaned, struggling to speak as she felt Daisuke’s body grind against her. “Q-que!?” Santa Tigresa gasped, however, as she realized she was in fact grinding against Daisuke!

Santa Tigresa tried to pull away, only to find Daisuke’s strong hands tugging at her waist! “Rrrghh!” Santa Tigresa roared, at once disgusted and amazed by the feeling of Daisuke’s sweaty, toned framed against her! Without another thought, the luchadora began to tee off on Daisuke, striking him against the head once, then twice, then three times, unloading on him with raging forearm shots aimed squared at his head!

After Santa hit Daisuke's chin with her cutter maneuver, the wrestling prince was stunned as he staggered back into the corner. Thing's were only going to get worse for the young prince as his most hated foe was not going to let this go just yet. As Daisuke settled in the corner, he felt the fans cheer and soon their heroine would leap and SMACK her body against Daisuke's own in a body splash, flattening him in the corner.

She based in the cheers of the crowd, staying in the corner as she pressed up against Daisuke who was struggling to catch his breath at the moment. He pushed back into her weakly as their bodies grinded inadvertently causing a awkward reaction for the two of them.

"Mnggh oww...Y-you" he moaned as she asked him about his opinion, quickly catching her around the waist as he began to squeeze her lightly. Santa was quick to react, striking forearm after forearm into his head to really shake him up, his arm loosened up bit by bit until he released her waist and leaned into her , dazed from all those strikes!

The crowd came alive for the Tigresa as she rocked Daisuke with the cutter, but no one came alive more than the luchadora herself. The rage and hate inside the Tigresa seemed to come pouring out with every forearm strike that she leveled at Daisuke. Grunted with blow after blow, the masked latina unloaded on him, wanting nothing less than to completely pummel him!

Still, Santa Tigresa was only human, and she was still recovering. She felt Daisuke's arms loosen around her, his dazed body sinking into her warm, ample frame as she stunned him with the rain of blows. Panting, Santa Tigresa's hot skin pressed hard against Daisuke's figure while she fought to recover the rest of the strength she had lost to his sleeper.

Santa Tigresa knew she needed two things: space, and time. From where she was, she saw an easy way to get both of those things. In the opening moments of the match, Daisuke had come far too close to defeating her in front of her own country! The Tigresa groaned, not willing to let herself think about how devastating such a loss would have been.

Instead, she wrapped an arm around Daisuke's head and tucked him tight against her heaving bosom. With the hold locked in, the luchadora sprang off the ropes, and tried to pull the wrestling prince along with her into a running bulldog, a move that would rock Daisuke off the mat and give her the reprieve she so desperately needed!

With the splash totally knocking the wind out of the prince, he leaned back into his rival and rested against her body. His lean and tone body against her as he panted, while his arms soon wrapped around her waist to give her a light squeeze in defiance. That defiance by the prince was met with a number of forearm strikes to his face, each strike further taking the fight away from the prince as he got pummeled in the corner.

The two rivals were still in the corner, Daisuke still pressed up and leaning against her ample sweaty frame as his warm breath blew against her neck. Santa was probably tired too but had other plans than just standing against him in the corner. Quickly, Santa wrapped an arm around Daisuke's head, and pressed his face against against her chest for a cheeky smother. Dasiuke's hands waved around in the air as his face was buried against her sweaty bosom, as he struggled to breathe slightly. He was dragged away from the corner and after bouncing off the ropes, Santa would drop down and slam Daisuke down face first in a running bull dog.

Daisuke cried out in pain as his face struck the mat, he would roll over onto his back and clutch his face. His body glistening in sweat as his chest heaved up and down.

The Tigresa let the cheers of the fans wash over her, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She'd managed to earn cheers from the fans in Japan, certainly, but there was nothing like the support of her home town fans to make the luchadora come alive!

Santa Tigresa tucked Daisuke's firm, toned body against herself. As she prepared to come running off the corner. Possibly a little tighter than she needed to, seeing how rocked the 'wrestling prince' was by her series of stiff forearm strikes. Still, the Tigresa let her soft body sink against him, and launched herself off the turnbuckle with as much speed as she could muster!

The two of them slammed hard into the mat, rocking it with a thunderous sound! Santa Tigresa released Daisuke's head as they touched down, letting the impact rock him off the mat and send his lean figure sprawling out wide across the canvas! The crowd cheered again, and Santa Tigresa raised a fist in celebration.

Still, the Tigresa wasn't feeling the best herself! She'd rallied, fought back from the brink, but Daisuke's sleeperhold had still nearly put her down for the count. The Tigresa dropped to the mat, laid out much like her opponent. Her curvy body strained and struggled against her ring gear, as she gasped for air. Bosom heaving, Santa Tigresa stared wide eyed at the arena lights, gasping. Triumphant for now, having landed the bulldog, but woefully in need of a moment's rest!

The wrestling prince despised Tigresa, no matter how fit he was, no matter how hard he trained or how much he boasted of his royal physique and young body it seems that Santa would always one-up him, despite all his claims. In Japan she had shown him who the better wrestler was and now she was upstaging him in Mexico too, after a shaky start.

As the two moved away from the corner, Daisuke's head was tucked under Santa's arm as she moved him towards the ropes,his face being partly smothered by her breasts as he struggled, bucking his hips into her. However, she bounced odd the ropes and leaped to the middle, slamming him down in a running bulldog to rock the ring and her opponent.

Daisuke cried out in pain, clutching his face before rolling over onto his back. He noticed Santa too, beside him, taking her oppourtunity to rest as well. Daisuke would move away from Tigresa, rolling towards the ropes as he would grab onto them before pulling onto them as he looked to get back up on his feet.

"Grugh...oww..I-I will not lose" he would moan, breathing heavily.