Post by hawkeye on Nov 9, 2020 2:54:51 GMT
Excitement buzzes through the All Hallow’s Eve crowd. The FAWN arena has been transformed for the event. The house lights are darkened, Halloween regalia graces the walls and the FAWNtron itself. Spider-laden cobwebs, hung skeletons clad in wrestling gear, jack-o-lanterns, and all manner of decorations add to the ambience, while a low mist roils around the entrance ramps. A good half of the fans are dressed in costume, and when the ring lights go up, the FAWNatics hop to their feet in anticipation of the upcoming match.
The FAWNtron screen goes stark white, a rubber stamp slams down leaving an imprint of the Canadian flag in red ink. A baritone heavy, men’s choir sings, “OOOHHHHH, CAAAAANNNAADAAAA!!”
A woman is seen only from the neck down in an extravagantly colourful and flowing dress dance across the screen. In her wake, footage of high flying and acrobatics maneuvers performed by a luchadora plays as Mexican Hip Hop pours through the speakers.
JEZZY P | SUPERHÉROES
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Out dances a configuration from the new stable from The Great White North: The Northern Coalition. Hazeema McMurray and La Sombra.
HAZEEMA MCMURRAY
The D & D obsessed hottie is bouncing foot to foot in tune with the music while dressed for business and pleasure. A red silk blouse unbuttoned halfway down lets her mountainous cleavage breathe, showing a hint of her entirely unnecessary push up bra. A silk brown skirt hugs her shelf of an ass and ends just past mid-thigh, leaving her tan legs uncovered as the eye travels to her fashionable, strappy sandals. As always, her rib-length dark hair is tied into pigtails with short braids that swing in the air as she dances next to her dark-haired and rhythmically gifted client.
In singles action today was the solo-salsaing woman beside her, The Northern Coalition’s healer in their DnD campaigns, and the latest line in a Mexican wrestling Dynasty, La Sombra.
LA SOMBRA
Unlike the powerhouse of the team, Olunike Waite, La Sombra looked at the untamed territory of FAWN with an alluring, yet mischievous smile, eyes full of mirth... and a face painted like a Día de Los Muertos sugar skull.
The newest generation of La Familia de Sombras struck the perfect medium between her partners in physicality. Olunike was a tall, slender, hardbody type while Hazeema was short and extremely curvaceous. La Sombra has the body and subtle muscle movements of a gymnast while blessed with a bounty of bosom and buns. Taut and firm, rippling with power, yet a distinctly feminine figure.
The Canadian luchadora wears tight red pants whose legs consisted of a very sheer, imperial red mesh that showed off her chiselled legs. The mesh connects to barn red leather bikini bottoms decorated with black, metal buttons around the waist and leg holes. Covering her ample breasts is a bikini top in the same style as her bottoms, the top half of her breast puffing over the edge of the fabric. Overtop that was a sleeved crop top, made of the same material as the pant legs. Red boots with a white maple leaf on each heel cap her look off.
Hazeema turns to her supernaturally graceful charge after a sultry hip twist and asks, “You’re coming off a string of wins in the dark matches and a victory at FAWNmania. You ready for some PPV action, bud?”
La Sombra wordlessly takes the lady from Letterkenny in her arms and effortlessly spins and dips her like they’ve been tangoing together for years. One shoe on the ramp, back parallel to the ground, Hazema is held in the air by La Sombra’s strong hand at the small of her back, making the manager arc her back in a way that the audience greatly appreciated. Catching her breath Hazeema looks up into La Sombra’s delighted face.
“Not that I don’t enjoy this, but a yes would have sufficed.”
“From Letterkenny, Ontario Canada by way of Mexico! Accompanied by Hazeema McMurray and representing The Northern Coalition! Standing at 157cm and weighing in at 56kgs! The Laughing Skull… La Sombraaa!”
Sombra sets her busty bestie on her feet, and they make her way to the ring, dancing a little to the music as they went, the Mexican Canadian’s long dark hair bouncing slightly with each step. FAWN’s latest luchadora gives her valet a quick hug then hops onto the apron’s edge. She leans back into a supine position under the bottom rope which Sombra grabs with her right hand, before spinning her body into a swift 360. A kaleidoscope of red and black flares brightly and briefly before it slows down and reforms into a person and rolls deeper into the squared circle. La Sombra kips up quick as a whip and presents herself to the Orlando crowd like she was a prize in a game show, wordlessly asking, “Do you approve?”
And judging by the fan’s reaction, it was an emphatic, “Yes!”
As the initial roar of the FAWNatics dips to where the announcer’s amplified voice can cut through the din, he does so. The venue’s speakers spark back to life as the ring announcer calls out. “Annnd her opponent, from Bayamón, Puerto Rico… at five foot four inches and one hundred and thirty-six pounds! The Puerto Rican Spitfire… Alejandra Alicea!”
Immediately on the heels of that, a thrumming Latin beat kicks up, as a taller, fiery Latina bursts through the curtain and out onto the entrance ramp.
“SOY YO” BY BOMBA ESTERO
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ALEJANDRA ALICEA
The crowd pops as Alejandra Alicea stretches out her fit, chiseled frame for the benefit of the fans before she spreads her arms out wide. It’s a gesture of outreach, inclusion, as if she’s willing to clap hands with each and every fan in the arena. Her long, straight silky brown hair cascades down her back as she pauses there and drinks in the cheers.
It’s clear that despite everything that’s happened in her short FAWN career, the fire and passion in this woman’s heart hasn’t been snuffed out, and as if she wants to show off that fact, the Caribbean Crush does a little spin to show off for the crowd, showing off every inch of her bronzed body and ring attire.
From head to toe, the muscular Latina is garbed in the colors of the Puerto Rican flag. A halter-style top emblazoned with the flag’s motif of red, white, and blue cups her impressive breasts, leaving her chiseled abdomen and back bare. High cut blue Lycra shorts highlight an ass you could bounce a quarter off of and tremendous thighs and calves, concluding in short wrestling boots, red on the right and white on the left, matched by similarly colored bicep bands. The only lingering sign of her recent ring wars with Alia Saad is red support tape at her right
shoulder.
The crowd lets out another howl of appreciation as Alicea finishes her spin, whips her long hair back, and then breaks into a brisk jog to the ring. The whole way down, she goes out of her way to clap hands with any willing FAWNatics, fire in her eyes and a smile on her lips. When Alejandra hits ringside, she hops up to the apron with athletic grace, then up to the second turnbuckle of her corner before flexing her arms to show off exquisitely chiseled biceps. After that bit of a show, Alejandra bounces back down into the ring, turning to the skull-painted luchadora with eager energy plain across her face.
“Hoi!” Alejandra calls out from her corner. “Gotta say, it’s a pleasure to be across the ring from the latest La Sombra!”
Sombra smiles at the respect to her lineage and does a theatrical bow in return, crossing her legs by the ankles and bending deep at the waist. “Thank you!” the 4th generation rookie calls back. “I’ve seen some of your matches in Puerto Rico, I love your work with BBW. Let’s show Florida how the North and South get it done!”
The official raises an eyebrow at this exchange. Hazeema instantly clarifies the confusion, “Brawling Beauties Wrestling.” The zebra tilts his head and back and releases an “oohhh” of delayed understanding, then motions for the bell.
DING!DING!
Alejandra slaps the top rope in excitement before circling in a wrestler’s crouch at a fast pace. La Sombra does three full cartwheels into the center point of the ring. Foregoing the expected tactic of hitting and running, La Sombra lifts up a hand for a test of strength, beckoning her new burly buddy with fluttering fingers. Alejandra stands out of her crouch and walks over with a swing in her hip, lacing her strong hands together and cracking her knuckles, she chuckles.
“Everybody wants a taste,” Alejandra jokes.
The in-ring Coalitionist places her free hand behind her back like a fencer in response before raising her open hand and widening her stance. Alicea mirrors La Sombra’s unusual stance, intrigued by the notion of a one-armed Test of Strength, and then the two lock hands. The two women compete with their grips, trying to coax a flinch with just a squeeze before leaning hard like they want to break through their enemy like wild goats.
Muscles shred into relief on a dime, two sets of firm, brown buttocks twitch and flex with the effort of getting an early mental edge, but Alicea has a height advantage of 2 inches and a weight advantage of 13 pounds of supple muscle. Alicea’s hand slowly pushes past neutral ground into Sombra’s territory, slower than the crowd and Alicea herself expect. The strange member of the Canadian group packs some power in those dancing curves.
Curling her painted lips with effort, La Sombra shakily pushes their entwined hands back to neutral and a touch beyond, a bead of sweat running down her nape. Then, putting as much power into her legs as possible, Sombra pushes from her lower center of gravity and starts to force the Destroyer class wrestler back step by step.
Eyes widening in alarm, Alejandra takes off the mental weights and forces the little luchadora first to a stop and then a slow retreat across the ring. She smiles at Sombra’s face scrunched up with desperate competitive will. “It was a nice play,” she comments compassionately, “and I respect it... but I’ve got the power game on lock.”
The competing cheers of the FAWNatics and Hazeema’s shouts of encouragement pound in La Sombra’s ears as La Sombra backsteps on a curve to avoid getting sandwiched in the buckles or the ropes. This saves the luchadora from being pinned into the first corner, but as they near the second, Alejandra catches on and switches up her footwork. That cuts off the Canadian, and Alicea squeezes harder, grinding their fingers hard enough to force a little slip of a whine from Sombra’s lips. This short-lived stalemate is gonna end with the Canuck’s back to the buckles.
Thump! “Argh!”
La Sombra is a foot away from officially losing this gamble when changes the contest. With a burst of speed, she twists their locked limbs into an arm wringer swing so hard that it whips Alejandra to the canvas and forward, banging her head against the middle buckle. As Alicea’s head bounces off the barely-padded steel, the luchadora takes the chance to dance away from her formerly treacherous position and sets, certain that her foe will be back on her in a moment.
And La Sombra’s hunch is not wrong in the least. Alejandra pushes herself up, using the ropes to speed her climb as she rubs at her forehead with her free hand. Spinning around towards the skull-painted woman, Alicea immediately rushes out of the corner like a raging bull, clearly looking to surprise the Canadian with a burst of her own speed.
But the agile luchadora is ready. Alejandra lashes out with a decapitating lariat, but La Sombra slides back like a limbo expert, the muscular limb cutting the air right above her chin, then immediately slides into a countermove. Grabbing onto the Caribbean Crush’s outstretched limb, La Sombra flips herself right up and scissors Alicea’s other arm with her legs.
The Boricua Bruiser’s eyes go wide with surprise at the startlingly fast crucifix hold, but before she can lock her legs to avoid what she knows is about to come, La Sombra locks in the hold and rolls her body, using all her momentum to not only stop Alejandra’s charge, but also flip the powerhouse clear off her feet. Alejandra’s neck and shoulders crash onto the canvas as the fourth-generation grappler goes for a quick pinning combination.
“ON…!”
The ref doesn’t even get his hand down for a single count before Alejandra’s powerful body flexes, bucking off her shoulders as she wrenches free from the luchadora’s hold. La Sombra rolls back to her hands and knees quick as a cat, but as she turns to reorient on her foe, she’s the one surprised as Alejandra, instead of flopping ungainly on her bountiful chest, she too managed to land on her knees. Like an uncoiling spring, the PR Powerhouse bursts forward from her crouch, catching the off-balance Canadian with a quick low clothesline.
The positioning limits the power Alejandra can throw behind the blow, but it’s enough to snap La Sombra’s head back before the Puerto Rican’s weight carries both back to the canvas. Alejandra slips forward as La Sombra struggles, and after a split-second of grappling, Alicea captures the lightning-quick Mexican-Canadian in a side headlock.
Biceps bulging as she grinds the squirming La Sombra’s head, Alejandra takes her time to slowly bring them both to a vertical base. As if it hadn’t been already apparent, Alejandra knows now that while the two women stand on an equal base, she’s clearly stronger, and La Sombra clearly faster. If she can just keep the luchadora grounded and in her clutches, she can win this.
Not that La Sombra is going to let that just happen, even as it feels like a vice of muscle is trying to crush her skull. Her hands roam, looking for a gap in those powerful arms or a weakness to take advantage of. The skull-painted heroine’s chance comes a moment later, when Alejandra shifts her grip and her weight, preparing to toss the luchadora across one of her well-endowed hips.
La Sombra clearly braces herself as the Spitfire brings her to the mat with a crashing headlock takedown. Though the hard impact of the canvas rattles her, La Sombra lets out a shout of effort as the move loosens the headlock just enough for her to squirm out immediately. But instead of rolling clear, she slips from the headlock into a leg scissors thrown around Alejandra’s neck. The surprised powerhouse lets out a cry of her own as the luchadora’s powerful legs flex, muscles flaring into relief as the pressure mounts.
But, before La Sombra can fully lock her ankles, Alejandra bucks, throwing her entire powerful body into getting free from the scissors hold. It takes two bucks, but despite her best efforts, La Sombra realizes she just can’t hold down on the powerful Puerto Rican, not when she’s so fresh. As Alejandra tears herself free, the two grapplers roll apart and to their feet, eyes locked and smiles of excitement on their faces.
Both women realize that this is going to be a tremendous match, and the thrill of competition is intoxicating. The fans in attendance treat both ladies to happy applause. They’re digging this chemistry… especially one drunkard who yells, “Kiss!”
The Caribbean Crush gives the loudmouth a look easily interpreted as, “Sit down and enjoy the show.” She whips back in time to see the blazing streak of red coming toward her. La Sombra paid the catcaller no mind, sprinting forward with a clothesline that audibly slaps against Alejandra… to no effect.
In fact, to the amusement of the building, Sombra’s the one who falls, rocked to her butt. She looks up at the powerhouse standing above her as Alejandra pops a bicep curl before extending a friendly hand. “Want to give it another go?”
La Sombra eyes the hand for the briefest of moments before taking it. She could tell Alicea was a straight shooter, and her instincts are proven correct as Alejandra gently pulls Sombra gently to her feet with a modicum of effort. Without wasting a moment, Sombra runs back to the ropes and comes back with a head of steam, just to crash into the same roadblock as before. The saving grace is The Laughing Skulls bounces off Aliicea’s chassis with a backward stagger instead of falling on her ass.
This time, the Caribbean Crush treats her and the crowd to a double bicep flex. Almost cockily, Alejandra offers, “Third time’s the charm?”
A little professional pettiness is starting to pick at Sombra’s good mood. but she tries to keep it down deep, giving her opponent a smirk and a nod. One last time, the Coalitionist runs the ropes trying to move the immovable woman--
Wait! Just before impact, La Somba turns away from Alicea and leaps back, legs spread, and wraps them around the Puerto Rican’s waist in a Wheelbarrow hold. Alejandra is surprised and off-balance as the Laughing Skull shoves off the ground to go back head-to-head to the destroyer, reaching behind to wrap an elbow around one of Alicea’s to send her flying forward with an arm drag.
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While Alejandra is thrown off her feet into the cables, luck seems to be on her side, considering she hits the cables with her sternum than the neck. The impact with the rubber-coated steel stuns the beautiful bodybuilder, and her defined arms and bobbing head hang over the second rope. Meanwhile, La Sombra runs up the closest buckles to Alicea, and with one hand, she swings to the apron nailing the PR Powerhouse in the cheek with a crisp dropkick.
DIAMANTE KICK
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“Gahh!”
Alejandra’s head snaps to the side with a wave of her dark hair, the blow knocks her off the ropes and into a woozy recline by the strands. Her body unsure if it wants to fully sit up or lie down. La Sombra’s not done stunting. The Painted Lady gives a few teasing wiggles of her rear to the camera before going into a deep crouch on the apron and launching herself onto the top cable, With the slightest push of her red boots, La Sombra takes to the air like a leather butterfly, her firm tummy crashing into Alicea’s six-pack. The Puerto Rican Spitfire’s natural armor collapses under the Mexi-Canadian’s aerial assault, Sombra bounces a foot of Alicea’s bellowing form before slapping down again.
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Alejandra’s limbs fly out at random in her shudders. La Sombra snags a raised leg with both hands and pulls it in tight for a pin, grapevining the other leg for insurance.
ONE!
TWO!
Alejandra throws a shoulder up!
La Sombra bounces back onto her calves. As much as she hoped for a quick finish, she knows that the Spitfire has a lot more fight left in her. Eager to keep her advantage, the Laughing Skull hauls Alejandra up, and before the Puerto Rican strongwoman can reorient herself or catch a breath, Sombra sends her across the ring with a hard Irish Whip. As Alicea hits the opposite strands, Sombra puffs in a quick breath and breaks into a sprint right after her, and almost smack dab in the center of the ring, the luchadora leaps up with cat-like alacrity, bringing her leg right across Alejandra’s neck with a leg lariat.
The Puerto Rican’s body below the neck tries to keep going, her head goes the other, and as she’s levelled with a cheap wall, La Sombra flies past, hits the canvas in a neat roll, and tucks back to her feet with almost theatrical flair, much to the delight of the crowd.
That last shot seems to finally be breaking down the Spitfire’s resilience, and while she forces herself over onto her stomach with a pained grunt, Alejandra isn’t immediately shoving up to her feet. The painted grappler smiles as she measures her next move, raising her arms over her head as she twirls her hands, Hazeema adding her own cheers to work the FAWNatics to a fever pitch. With the crowd behind her, La Sombra takes off from one corner towards her downed foe, throwing herself into a handspring that ends with a seated senton right down on the small of Alejandra’s muscular back.
The Spitfire lets out a wheeze of pain, involuntarily kicking her legs from the impact, just as the luchadora planned, as it lets her snatch one of Alejandra’s powerful stems. La Sombra immediately wrangles Alicea’s left leg and drops right back again into a single leg Boston Crab.
“You’re tough as nails, Alejandra,” the luchadora notes as she yanks back, her eyes as much on the Puerto Rican’s perfect ass as the hold, “and I love this view, but this’ll go faster if you just give up nowwww!”
That last word stretches out as suddenly, with a surge of strength, Alejandra pushes up with both arms off the canvas as the rest of her powerful body flexes, taking both her and the painted lady on her back off the canvas. That only lasts a moment as, with her leverage thrown off, La Sombra finds herself on a ride of her own, tossed head over heels off Alejandra’s back.
“If you saw any of my matches, nena,” Alejandra gets out with a pained edge to her voice, “you know I’m too stubborn to give up.”
Sombra does tumble through the escape, coming up to her knees in the opposite corner as Alejandra pushes her way to her left hand and knees, her right probing out her now-aching back.
“I respect that,” the Laughing Skull quips back, “but you can’t blame me for trying to be the first.”
“No,” Alejandra laughs painfully as the two lock eyes. “I can’t. You ready for round 2, amiga?”
The FAWNatics erupt with cheers as the two women nod to each other and charge into a fresh lock-up in the center of the ring. The pair jockey for control for a moment in a contest of speed and technique versus raw power, Sombra the fresher of the two grapplers. For a moment, even that edge isn’t enough as the Spitfire pours on the power and drives La Sombra back on her heels.
But generations of experience and training kick in. The Laughing Skull suddenly seems to go with a shove that would have thrown her into the corner, but instead uses that momentum to slip under Alicea’s pushing arms. Rolling around an off-balance Alejandra’s side, the luchadora slips her arms around the powerhouse’s trim waist, cinching in a waistlock that promises to turn into something far more dangerous.
Unfortunately, that’s when the seesaw turns the other way. La Sombra coils and flexes, trying to turn the waistlock into a dynamic suplex variation… but Alejandra just. Doesn’t. Move. Wide-eyed, the luchadora looks past the Spitfire’s shoulder, only to see that, this close to the corner, Alejandra had reached out and grabbed the ropes, stopping the throw before it had a chance to start.
“Good try, but…” Alejandra’s voice trails off as she shifts her grip from ropes to the hands gripped around her waist. Sombra hesitates for just a moment, but it’s a moment too long, and before she can let go and retreat, the Puerto Rican Powerhouse snatches both the luchadora’s hands and pries the hold apart with a grunt of effort.
Sombra’s instinct is to kick off that broad back, try to prise her hands loose, but when she’s suddenly pulled forward, all she can do is brace for the impact of a swinging short-arm clothesline from Alejandra. Not that it helps too much, as the muscular Latina’s good right arm almost tears her head off.
As the canvas shudders from Sombra crashing into it, Alejandra stumbles through the clothesline and falls to one knee herself. The luchadora’s dynamic offense and athletic prowess had kept Alicea from getting a moment to refill the tanks, and now that she has a moment, Alejandra takes it, hands on her raised knee as her bountiful chest heaves with deep breaths.
“Alright,” Alejandra exhales and rolls her shoulders. Reaching down she takes La Sombra by the neck with both hands and pulls her to verticality, “time to make the bacon.”
Alicea hurls a rattled Sombra to the ropes, that clothesline put a wobble in the Canadian’s knees but on the return trip, they regain enough of their stride for Sombra to attempt a Lou Thez Press that immediately goes wrong. As she jumps Alicea takes one step to the side and leans hard right to take her waist in a gutwrench. And that gut does wrench as La Sombra is spun 270 degrees and slammed into the mat with one powerful arm.
TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM
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Hazeema cringes as the ring reverberates with the force of the throw. The Northern Coalition’s manager repeatedly slaps the ring’s edge to rouse her client as she’s raised to her feet by the Puerto Rican Powerhouse. “Come on, Somby! You got this!”
She really doesn’t. Alicea holds Sombra like a ladder on her right shoulder, the luchadora shaking her head “no!” as the big bruiser walks her deeper into the Squared Circle before dropping her back first into the mat with a thud! Sombra arches her back fitfully and cries out “AAaie!” but Alejandra’s not done yet.
Pulling her sexy cargo up with a facelock, Alejandra points Sombra’s boots to the lights in a vertical Suplex stall. A tower of flesh in the middle of the ring, Sombra can feel the blood moving down her body into her head as she is upside down. One Mississippi, two Mississippi…
Not a tremor in her sculpted thighs as Alicea holds the luchadora straight in the air, the FAWNatics counting off the seconds “10! 11! 12!..” at the Canadian side of the ring Hazeema has stopped yelling for Sombra to escape and is begging for Alicea to just do the move! “18! 19! 20!”
Deciding she’s had enough, Alejandra finally throws themselves back against the canvas, another echoing THUD shows the vast difference in power. The Caribbean Crush rolls back into a kneeling straddle of the shadow’s chest and takes Sombra’s wrist, pulling them above her head on the canvas for a decisive pinfall.
“ONE!...”
“TWO!...”
And that’s when the Mexi-Canadian digs deep and bucks hard, getting a shoulder up before the three count can start. The FAWNatics explode with cheers, and as they chant for both women, it’s clear they just don’t want this exciting battle to end.
But even though she kicked out, Sombra is still languishing on the mat, her head clouded by pooled blood and back a web of agony. Alejandra sucks in a deep breath as she sits on her calves, then nods to herself.
“Double tough, gata,” Alejandra compliments as she reaches out, peeling the Laughing Skull off the canvas as she rises. “Just hope you’re triple tough.” Once the two are back to standing, the Spitfire holds Sombra steady for just a moment before suddenly bringing both her chiseled arms around the luchadora’s waist. Ringing alarms fire off in the Coaltionist’s foggy brain, but even her amazing reflexes only get one arm free before muscles flare, crushing her ribs as Alicea lifts her up into a vise-like bearhug.
Sombra lets out a groan as Alejandra leans back, trying to wring every bit of air out of the Mexi-Canadian’s lungs and every bit of pain she can inflict out of the hold. The ref swoops in to one side, expecting a potential quick submission, but Hazeema’s fevered cries out to the audience bring a rallying cry. Sweat pours down both women’s faces as La Sombra holds her free arm up, clenching her fist repeatedly as if she is reaching up for salvation, drawing on the cheers of the FAWNatics to endure.
The Boricua Bruiser growls as she pours on the pressure, and while some measure of frustration at Sombra’s stubborn resistance mounts, it’s not just matched but overwhelmed at her admiration for her opponent. Still, she has a job to do, so that’s when she not only squeezes, but begins to wrench from side to side, back and forth, shaking the beleaguered luchadora like a dog playing with a chew toy. Each shake and squeeze brings out another breathless cry of pain, but while that upraised arm shudders and falters, it never falls.
“You’re as tough as your predecessors,” Alicea has to admit as she relaxes the hold. It is just for a moment, just to let her catch a breath and redouble her efforts, but the rest of her words are cut off as the Shadow takes that moment to finally retaliate.
Sweat and that slack on the hold is just enough to let Sombra slip her other arm free, and that lets her slip down just enough in Alejandra’s grip to get her own hold on, a front sleeper that takes the Spitfire entirely by surprise. Between the slim but muscled arms working the hold and a facefull of perfect breasts, Alejandra is the one to start to feel disoriented and fading as blood is cut off to her brain. Her powerful arms slip away from their clinch, barely managing to hold onto Sombra’s shapely hips, and the fit Puerto Rican’s knees start to turn wobbly. One part arounds and two parts struggling to stay conscious, Alejandra tries to rally as La Sombra holds on for everything she’s got left in the tank.
The powerhouse drives a weak (for her) forearm into the luchadora’s taut stomach, and while it doesn’t free her, the hit’s enough to make La Sombra gasp. Another hit or two, and she will be back to square one, so she digs down deep. Time to finish this!
Which she does by, to Alejandra’s foggy shock and surprise, letting the front sleeper slip, the luchadora’s loving hands slipping gently over Alicea’s chin, cradling her dazed chin before giving her a deep, long kiss.
Alejandra can’t help herself, even if the fuzzy part in the back of her brain is firing off a warning. A beautiful woman she respects kissing her? She partakes… and so gets a pleasant moment before Sombra breaks away and throws herself into one of her signature moves, La Maldición de Las Sombras!
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The devastating reverse roundhouse slams like a thunderbolt across Alejandra’s jaw, blasting sweat from her lips as her hair whips around. And where the head goes, the body follows, and the Caribbean Crush’s chiseled form spirals and crashes like a felled tree to the mat. She winds up sprawled out on the mat, her bountiful chest heaving being the only immediate sign of life in the woman’s body.
And La Sombra almost collapses herself, her ribs throbbing like fire with every wheezing breath, and while she does fall to one knee, she doesn’t fall. Spurred on as Hazeema slaps the apron hard, the exotic luchadora pushes out of her crouch and dives on top of the splayed-out powerhouse. She’s too spent to hook a leg, sucking in wind herself as the zebra dives down for the count.
“ONE…!”
“TWO…!”
“THR--”
It’s as if hearing that first syllable sends a spark of desperate life through Alejandra’s body, and in a show of athleticism despite her dire straits, the Puerto Rican Spitfire bridges up out of the pin, supporting both herself and a gaping La Sombra still atop her. She recovers her wits quickly, and before Alejandra bucks her off entirely, the painted lady drives a forearm into Alicea’s rock hard abdominals.
If the powerhouse were at her full strength, the shot would have done little, but weakened as she is, the blow sends a shudder through her, enough to collapse the bridge with a gasp. Just to be sure, La Sombra plants her hands on the mat just past Alejandra’s groaning form, kicks up off the mat into a near-perfect handstand, then crashes back down as she pulls up both knees, driving them both into Alejandra’s chest.
The strongwoman’s legs jackknife from the lung-blowing impact, but the Laughing Skull doesn’t go for another pin. As she sucks in a breath of her own, she knows deep down that won’t keep such a resilient, stubborn fighter down.
“Sorry, Alejandra,” Sombra gets out between breaths, “but I need to go all out to put you down.” The luchadora pushes herself to her feet, glances towards the nearest turnbuckle, and judges the leap. Perfect position, she notes, before she takes off to the turnbuckle. Though still fast on her feet, the match has definitely taken its toll on her, so while she hits the corner faster than most, it takes her longer than it should to mount it.
Still, as La Sombra climbs to the top, the FAWNatics’s cheers and howls rise in anticipation. They know what’s coming, and they are on their feet in rabid anticipation. Hazeema knows as well, and cheers on her teammate as she prepares for one of her finishers, the Open Hart Surgery!
And just as the Shadow is about to turn to prepare for the corkscrew backsplash, she catches a sudden movement as Alejandra finds the strength to rise. How the Spitfire is moving, she’s not sure, but La Sombra knows it’s too late to just abort… but not too late to adjust.
The crowd lets out a gasp as the cat-like luchadora flings herself into a spin off the top turnbuckle, but instead of corkscrewing into a back splash that would eat canvas, she flings herself into a spinning crossbody attack!
The meaty, sickening thwack of flesh on flesh booms through the arena as Sombra lands right on target… but another gasp rips through the crowd when, instead of falling from the tremendous impact, Alejandra staggers but stays standing, her arms cradled around the beautiful luchadora’s body to hold her aloft. The powerhouse’s front knee almost buckles, but she manages to stumble back instead… then she finds her feet. With a guttural cry, Alejandra then turns and slams La Sombra into the mat with a thunderous crash!
The ring ropes shudder as both women let out their own cries of pain from the jolt, but despite the agony flowing through her chest and back, Alejandra finds the presence of mind to pin down Sombra’s shoulders.
“ONE…!”
“TWO…!”
“THRE--”
Somehow, someway, the fourth-generation grappler finds the presence of mind to peel a shoulder off the mat at the last moment. Alejandra, utterly spent herself, can only flop off her gorgeous opponent, flat on her back as she tries to gather enough strength to stand. The official quickly steps back and forth between the two women checking for any kind of injury. Seeing none he gets a little distance and throws up his arms counting, “One! Two! Three!..”
No movement from the wrestlers aside from the gulping of their glistening bellies and the rise and fall of their chests. Alejandra starts to shake herself awake and sssloowlly powers to a four-point stance. La Sombra seems to have less gas in the tank, just managing to flop onto her stomach, crawling just a few inches before falling still.
Not much movement coming from either lass, so the zebra keeps tallying up, “Seven! Eight! Nine!”
Hazeema does her managerial duty, grabbing her client’s wrists and pulling La Sombrao ut of the ring onto unsteady feet. La Sombra leans heavily onto the DM&M, her sweaty breasts pancaking Hazeema’s in a loose hug, The Laughing Skull is standing so the halt is counted but is replaced by another.
The two Canadians are going to take full advantage of this break to regroup and reassess. McMurray carries her friend over to the steel steps and sits her down, pulling a handkerchief out of an unseen pocket she dabs the sweat of La Sombra’s body, careful not to smudge her facepaint.
Hazeema chitters excitedly, assured of her client’s chance,” You’re doing good, bud! You got her on the ropes just got to til that last kilometre!” Placing a hand on Lucia’s clavicle (only her friends can use her real name), Hazeema pulls on the front of Sombra’s waistband to get a little more air in the luchadora’s lungs. “Don’t be afraid to play some selfish hockey! Throw them elbows and headbutt…” Hazeema trails off as she feels a presence behind her.
Turning around, she sees Alejandra standing with hands on hips, looking like a superheroine. Startled but determined, Hazeema spreads her arms out wide. “We’re on a timeout! Car!”
Alejandra bites her lip to keep from laughing at the pigtailed manager’s show of protection and focuses all her energy into not staring at the heart-attack inducing cleavage in front of her.
“No cars coming down the ramp and no rounds in American wrestling,” Alicea says casually as she lifts Hazeema up from her armpits and places her out of the way. “What is it you gals say? Back to chorERK!”
Presenting her back to Sombra was a mistake because that lets the painted lady leap onto her back and lock in a Backpack Sleeper! Alejandra gasps and staggers… while she had nearly a half-minute to recover energy, the match has taken its toll… and things get worse as the luchadora manges to cross her ankles and really work the body scissors as part of the sleeper.
Alejandra stumbles forward a few steps, almost collapses to one knee, but she focuses, pushes up as if to aim Sombra’s back at the steel steps, but the Shadow grinds the hold hard, which tears another wheeze out of the Spitfire.
This looks like it might be it as Alejandra sways once again, but in a last desperate gasp, she reaches back with both hands. One loops around Sombra’s left thigh, the other finds purchase behind her head, and just as terrible realization sparks in the Laughing Skull’s brain, Alejandra pulls hard on her head and drops down suddenly, driving La Sombra’s chin into her hard shoulder with a Backpack Stunner!
The luchadora lets out a squeal of pain through clenched teeth as she almost bounces off Alejandra, and the powerhouse just slumps against the ring apron, chest heaving as she tries to get blood flowing through her body.
For the second time in mere minutes, both women come perilously close to being both counted out. The ref, leaning over the ropes, is dutifully counting away, and by the time he hits six, a cheer echoes through the crowd as both grapplers stir. With grim determination, Alejandra clutches onto the apron to drag herself up, while La Sombra, clutching her aching jaw with one hand, gets half up with the help of the ring steps. By the time the zebra hits eight, the Spitfire hauls herself ungainly under the ring ropes, and La Sombra climbs the steps.
As La Sombra slips through the ropes, Alejandra pulls herself up to her feet. Both women are exhausted, but they eye one another with fire left in their guts.
“You know,” Alejandra quips as she wipes sweat from her brow, “I think I like your style, nena.”
La Sombra smirks wearily as she prepares herself. “Likewise, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you win.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Alejandra nods and settles into a proper wrestling stance. “Let’s do it.”
As if it is the most obvious thing in the world, the two Latinas take that as the agreed-upon moment to charge into a dizzying array of offense.
Alejandra lashes out with a sharp forearm that Sombra manages to block, and as she pushes back, she tries to use that gap to land a kick to Alicea’s side. The Spitfire is on the ball, though, catching the outstretched leg and then heaving with her still-impressive might to try to throw the luchadora head over heels. The Laughing Skull has other plans, though, as she simply springs back with the throw, turning it into a backflip kick that just grazes the Puerto Rican Powerhouse’s chin. While that does cause the bigger woman to stagger, it doesn’t lay her out, and as Sombra breakfalls onto her back from the flip and immediately kips back up, she’s shocked to meet a pair of red-and-white boots, the tail end of a surprisingly athletic dropkick from the Spitfire. The impact right between her bouncing breasts throws La Sombra off her feet, and this time, she doesn’t immediately spring back up.
As the luchadora groans and kicks her leg, Alejandra is first to her feet from the dropkick and looms over her fallen foe, rubbing her chin this time. Taking a deep breath for strength, she gets to work, pulling the painted lady away from the ropes by both arms and then, once Alejandra has plenty of room to work, she wraps one of her muscular legs around La Sombra’s neck. Before the Shadow can think to put a hand in the way to block, the Spitfire locks her other leg into position as she drops to her shapely ass, cinching on her signature figure-four necklock.
But unlike previous iterations, Alejandra doesn’t stop there. Even as the pressure of those powerful legs grinds into La Sombra’s head, the entire world seems to turn over… which makes sense as Alicea rolls them both over, planting her hands on the canvas to hold herself up. This definitely wasn’t in any of the matches Sombra had seen, something she is certain of despite the crushing pain, and then she flies!
Alejandra, in a show of raw power and balance, pushes up off the mat, using her entire frame to flip La Sombra over to slam into back and neck-first into the canvas… but she doesn’t release the necklock. Instead, she rolls again, repeating the necklock slam a second time. Only in the middle of the second flip does she let the crushing pressure go, sending her beleaguered opponent crashing across the ring.
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As La Sombra crashes and burns, Alejandra stays seated, her legs splayed out as she sucks in another deep breath. “I was hoping not to break out my new move until I got my hands on Taffy or Alia again, but you’re tough enough I had to pull it out.”
Whether the luchadora is actually proud is up for debate at the moment, as she is a groaning, languishing mess on the canvas. Easily collected by Alejandra, Sombra is sent hurtling toward a set of turnbuckles. She can’t turn in time to save herself but has the strength to grab the top ropes and stop a collision with the padded steel. Telltale vibrations in the canvas tell Sombra that she’s about to get sandwiched, and so she kicks her legs up and with a float over--
Alicea catches her on a shoulder! The mysterious Coalitionist escapes one trap just to land in another. Alicea turns and walks deeper into the ring to drop La Sombra with a textbook body slam, bouncing on her toes to add a bit of pop to the move. Alejandra flips Sombra off her back, but the Mexi-Canadian pushes off with the motion, cradles the Spitfire’s slamming arm, and sends her head over heels with an arm drag. The crowd comes alive as Alejandra does a light tumble onto her feet while La Sombra kips up.
Alejandra runs back with full strides, an arm back for a clothesline that’ll turn her opponent inside out if it connects. Not on-balance enough to move out of the danger entirely, Sombra Matrix dodges out of the scythe’s trajectory, letting the brawny limb pass over her.
A growl of frustration bubbles out of the powerhouse as she whirls around hoping to catch Sombra with a back elbow and misses. Sombra never dropped the backbend as she watches a bewildered Alejandra from her inverted position. Flashing the PR Powerhouse a grin, La Sombra straightens into a handstand that becomes a headscissors when her ankles cross behind Alejandra’s ears. A quick squeeze from those gams worries Alicea that her friendly foe has more life left in her than she thought, but she isn’t allowed to worry for long as Sombra sends her into a flipping sprawl, nearly banging her head on the second buckle.
As she pulls herself up to one knee in the corner, Alejandra shakes her head clear and tries to stand when she feels a weight on her back and smells chrysanthemums. La Sombra had closed the distance and leapt upon her, once again sending Alejandra upside down with a sunset flip style pin.
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The ref slides to make the count, but Alicea bucks free and scrambles away before he can slap his hand down once. Fear of a loss on her big return gives Alejandra new drive and energy. Bolting to her feet, The Caribbean Crush eyes her opponent who has collected herself on a posted knee and studies Alejandra back with equal intensity. Another round of applause rains down the two, Hazeema at ringside joining in trying to begin a chant of “Let’s-go- Som-bra!” with some success.
Alicea beaks the cold war by charging forward, thundering footsteps building up to a Spear. Sombra stays rooted to the spot, waiting until the last moment to pivot. When that moment comes, she dodges the Spear and snagging Alicea’s leg with a grasp of her inner thigh, she upends the destroyer with an inside cradle pin.
The official slides to make the count, but is denied once again. La Sombra adds an arm around Alicea’s hip to go with the inside cradle and lifts the muscular mangler out of the pin before bringing her back down with a bridging slam that shocks the crowd with the Canadian’s strength.
Alicea finds herself stunned and compressed into a compact matchbook as Sombra scoots onto Alejandra’s upturned legs, even going onto a knee to press as much of their combined weight as possible on the Puerto Rican’s shoulders.
MAPLE SWIRL
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“ONE…!”
“TWO…!”
“THRE…!”
Just before the ref slaps down for the three count, Alejandra plants her hands on the canvas and pushes up with all she has, barely avoiding the pinfall. All the desperate energy throws La Sombra clean off, but it seems to be gone almost as soon as the moment passes, the battered Puerto Rican flopping onto her stomach afterward.
The Laughing Skull shakes her head a little in appreciation as Alejandra slowly starts to struggle to stand, but gets back to action only a moment later. Hopping lightly to her feet, the Shadow lives up to her namesake, almost silently stalking around behind Alejandra as she pushes up to her hands and knees. The luchadora waits until the powerhouse pushes up to just her knees and then pounces!
Before Alejandra realizes what’s going on, La Sombra clamps her hands under Alicea’s chin before driving knees into her muscular back. A split second later, the painted lady drops back onto her beautiful ass and yanks back on Alejandra’s captured head with everything she has, using her knees as a lever to amplify the pressure.
CANADIAN TAFFY
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Alejandra tries not to cry out in pain, but it’s a near-impossible mission. With knees in her back, strong hands cranking her neck, and the awkwardness of her own knees folded beneath, the Spitfire has no leverage to power out, and every part of her back and neck shrieks with fiery torture. Sombra’s positioning is near perfect, and while the powerhouse flails and reaches for anything nearby with her chiselled arms, there’s no ropes close or anything she can use to get purchase and drag.
The ref is right there as Alicea cries out through her clenched jaw to ask, “Do you submit?”
Alejandra shakes her head as best she can, then lets out another mournful cry as La Sombra redoubles her effort. Sweat roils down both women’s faces, their chest heaving with all the effort they’ve put into this battle, and a desperate panic builds in Alejandra’s eyes. Nothing is working, the Laughing Skull seems to be unrelenting, and the agony builds by the moments. If she doesn’t figure out something soon, she will pass out from the pain, and deep down, that’s something she swore to never happen again.
“Come on,” La Sombra growls. “I don’t want to injure you! I like you too much!”
But Alicea lets out a strangled grunt that’s less word than sound, but it’s definitely a refusal. That’s when panic and pain breakaway to inspiration. Instead of trying to break Sombra’s grasp or reach the ropes, the Boricua Bruiser reaches behind her back and gets a hold of La Sombra’s knees stabbing into her back. The Shadow isn’t immediately concerned, even a powerhouse like Alejandra can’t deadlift her from this awkward position, but then she realizes the danger as Alicea pulls and rolls back at the same time.
There’s just enough give, combined with Alejandra’s powerful frame, to push La Sombra back onto her shoulders. As the Spitfire manages to get one foot out from under her to add to the pressure, the ref shifts from asking for a submission to counting a potential pinfall on the luchadora.
“ONE!...”
“TWO!...”
In frustration, La Sombra is forced to twist, rolling both her and her prey onto the sides, but she doesn’t relent entirely. Before Alejandra can roll away, the painted lady slips her arms into another sleeper hold, staying latched on as the destroyer rolls onto her gut, pancaking her impressive rack.
Still, it’s difficult to really cinch in the hold, as Alicea refuses to stop moving. Showing off her impressive muscle, Alejandra pushes up with both hands, even as Sombra slips her legs around her foe’s waist. A moment later, despite the clear strain the tightening hold is putting on her, the Spitfire powers to her feet, and with a look of sheer determination, charges right back into the nearest turnbuckle.
The FAWNatics let out a sympathetic gasp as La Sombra is sandwiched between the unrelenting steel turnbuckle and Alejandra’s almost-as-hard chiseled back. Alejandra stumbles out of the corner a few steps, gathering herself, and she turns just as La Sombra tries to do the same, peeling herself out of the corner in a daze.
As if moving on autopilot, Alejandra meets her opponent with open arms. The powerhouse scoops La Sombra up, and the crowd lets out a tremendous pop when, in a show of raw might, Alejandra pulls her opponent up, over, and down with a twisting powerslam that rattles the canvas.
Instead of dropping down for the pin, though, Alejandra falls back onto her calves. La Sombra is sprawled on the mat, her chest heaving and one leg languidly trying to kick, and one more big move would win the match, but Alicea knows she’s about to drop herself. Too close to the ropes for a submission attempt, and sending the luchadora to the ropes for a Starstorm lumbar check is asking for a springboard dropkick to the face. There is only one choice.
The crowd explodes when Alejandra rises and turns to the corner. The athletic Puerto Rican mounts the corner slowly, exhaustion and fatigue heavy on her powerful shoulders, as perhaps for the first time, a pang of fear bounces in her heart. She can’t help but think, even as she rises up to her full height atop the top turnbuckle, that trying for a high-risk maneuver like this cost her twice against Alia Saad, and despite all her pride and courage, to do this and fail again might be her breaking point. Her left hand brushes the athletic tape on her right shoulder as she struggles with herself.
But she can’t win if she doesn’t try. The cheers of the fans fill Alejandra up and, with a deep, cleansing breath, she cocks her right bicep and kisses the chiselled muscle for luck. Only measuring the leap for a moment, she pistons her powerful legs and leaps up into a high-altitude elbow drop!
INSANE ELBOW
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Despite all Hazeema’s shouts of warning to her client, Sombra could do nothing more than squirm on the mat for the moments Alicea descended from the wrestling heavens. The manager covers her eyes but can’t help but peek through them, just in time to feel the empathetic pain of Alejandra’s elbow striking through Sombra’s breast meat into her heart with all the force in the Puerto Rican’s 136-pound body. A wave of burning electricity shoots through La Sombra’s convulsing frame instantly followed by a dull numbness. Her body goes still as Alejandra covers her in a full-body pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
“YOUR WINNER VIA PINFALL…THE PUERTO RICAN SPITFIRE, ALEJANDRA ALICEA!!!”
Relief and joy surge through Alejandra’s battered and exhausted body at the sound of the announcer’s words. With her chest heaving, she pushes herself onto her calves as Hazeema climbs the nearest ring steps. As the crowd roars with applause, she moves to check on her client, but gets a little surprise to see that the Puerto Rican strongwoman is already helping the Shadow up gently, an arm around her shoulders. The D & D fanatic flashes a grateful smile and takes the other side of the still-dazed luchadora, and together, the two women bring Sombra to her feet.
“Amazing match, amiga,” Alicea tells La Sombra, a tired smile on her face. When the painted lady flashes one of her own to Alejandra, there is one last bit of a surprise when the referee looks to raise the muscular Latina’s hand. She grabs Sombra’s hand as well, and when the zebra raises Alejandra’s hand in victory, she raises the luchadora’s as well, to the delight of the FAWNatics on hand.
“I was going to say the same,” the Shadow quips as they drink in the cheers. As they lower their hands, the Laughing Skull grins painfully. “I hope that isn’t our last dance, not by a long shot.”
“Me neither,” Alejandra admits as Hazeema nods in agreement. “And if you Coalition ladies ever need just one more set of hands--”
“We’ll call, don’t worry!” the Coalition’s manager cuts in with a grin, and the three women share a tired laugh and one hug, not of the rib-crushing variety, to the cheers of the crowd.
The FAWNtron screen goes stark white, a rubber stamp slams down leaving an imprint of the Canadian flag in red ink. A baritone heavy, men’s choir sings, “OOOHHHHH, CAAAAANNNAADAAAA!!”
A woman is seen only from the neck down in an extravagantly colourful and flowing dress dance across the screen. In her wake, footage of high flying and acrobatics maneuvers performed by a luchadora plays as Mexican Hip Hop pours through the speakers.
JEZZY P | SUPERHÉROES
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Out dances a configuration from the new stable from The Great White North: The Northern Coalition. Hazeema McMurray and La Sombra.
HAZEEMA MCMURRAY
The D & D obsessed hottie is bouncing foot to foot in tune with the music while dressed for business and pleasure. A red silk blouse unbuttoned halfway down lets her mountainous cleavage breathe, showing a hint of her entirely unnecessary push up bra. A silk brown skirt hugs her shelf of an ass and ends just past mid-thigh, leaving her tan legs uncovered as the eye travels to her fashionable, strappy sandals. As always, her rib-length dark hair is tied into pigtails with short braids that swing in the air as she dances next to her dark-haired and rhythmically gifted client.
In singles action today was the solo-salsaing woman beside her, The Northern Coalition’s healer in their DnD campaigns, and the latest line in a Mexican wrestling Dynasty, La Sombra.
LA SOMBRA
Unlike the powerhouse of the team, Olunike Waite, La Sombra looked at the untamed territory of FAWN with an alluring, yet mischievous smile, eyes full of mirth... and a face painted like a Día de Los Muertos sugar skull.
The newest generation of La Familia de Sombras struck the perfect medium between her partners in physicality. Olunike was a tall, slender, hardbody type while Hazeema was short and extremely curvaceous. La Sombra has the body and subtle muscle movements of a gymnast while blessed with a bounty of bosom and buns. Taut and firm, rippling with power, yet a distinctly feminine figure.
The Canadian luchadora wears tight red pants whose legs consisted of a very sheer, imperial red mesh that showed off her chiselled legs. The mesh connects to barn red leather bikini bottoms decorated with black, metal buttons around the waist and leg holes. Covering her ample breasts is a bikini top in the same style as her bottoms, the top half of her breast puffing over the edge of the fabric. Overtop that was a sleeved crop top, made of the same material as the pant legs. Red boots with a white maple leaf on each heel cap her look off.
Hazeema turns to her supernaturally graceful charge after a sultry hip twist and asks, “You’re coming off a string of wins in the dark matches and a victory at FAWNmania. You ready for some PPV action, bud?”
La Sombra wordlessly takes the lady from Letterkenny in her arms and effortlessly spins and dips her like they’ve been tangoing together for years. One shoe on the ramp, back parallel to the ground, Hazema is held in the air by La Sombra’s strong hand at the small of her back, making the manager arc her back in a way that the audience greatly appreciated. Catching her breath Hazeema looks up into La Sombra’s delighted face.
“Not that I don’t enjoy this, but a yes would have sufficed.”
“From Letterkenny, Ontario Canada by way of Mexico! Accompanied by Hazeema McMurray and representing The Northern Coalition! Standing at 157cm and weighing in at 56kgs! The Laughing Skull… La Sombraaa!”
Sombra sets her busty bestie on her feet, and they make her way to the ring, dancing a little to the music as they went, the Mexican Canadian’s long dark hair bouncing slightly with each step. FAWN’s latest luchadora gives her valet a quick hug then hops onto the apron’s edge. She leans back into a supine position under the bottom rope which Sombra grabs with her right hand, before spinning her body into a swift 360. A kaleidoscope of red and black flares brightly and briefly before it slows down and reforms into a person and rolls deeper into the squared circle. La Sombra kips up quick as a whip and presents herself to the Orlando crowd like she was a prize in a game show, wordlessly asking, “Do you approve?”
And judging by the fan’s reaction, it was an emphatic, “Yes!”
As the initial roar of the FAWNatics dips to where the announcer’s amplified voice can cut through the din, he does so. The venue’s speakers spark back to life as the ring announcer calls out. “Annnd her opponent, from Bayamón, Puerto Rico… at five foot four inches and one hundred and thirty-six pounds! The Puerto Rican Spitfire… Alejandra Alicea!”
Immediately on the heels of that, a thrumming Latin beat kicks up, as a taller, fiery Latina bursts through the curtain and out onto the entrance ramp.
“SOY YO” BY BOMBA ESTERO
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ALEJANDRA ALICEA
The crowd pops as Alejandra Alicea stretches out her fit, chiseled frame for the benefit of the fans before she spreads her arms out wide. It’s a gesture of outreach, inclusion, as if she’s willing to clap hands with each and every fan in the arena. Her long, straight silky brown hair cascades down her back as she pauses there and drinks in the cheers.
It’s clear that despite everything that’s happened in her short FAWN career, the fire and passion in this woman’s heart hasn’t been snuffed out, and as if she wants to show off that fact, the Caribbean Crush does a little spin to show off for the crowd, showing off every inch of her bronzed body and ring attire.
From head to toe, the muscular Latina is garbed in the colors of the Puerto Rican flag. A halter-style top emblazoned with the flag’s motif of red, white, and blue cups her impressive breasts, leaving her chiseled abdomen and back bare. High cut blue Lycra shorts highlight an ass you could bounce a quarter off of and tremendous thighs and calves, concluding in short wrestling boots, red on the right and white on the left, matched by similarly colored bicep bands. The only lingering sign of her recent ring wars with Alia Saad is red support tape at her right
shoulder.
The crowd lets out another howl of appreciation as Alicea finishes her spin, whips her long hair back, and then breaks into a brisk jog to the ring. The whole way down, she goes out of her way to clap hands with any willing FAWNatics, fire in her eyes and a smile on her lips. When Alejandra hits ringside, she hops up to the apron with athletic grace, then up to the second turnbuckle of her corner before flexing her arms to show off exquisitely chiseled biceps. After that bit of a show, Alejandra bounces back down into the ring, turning to the skull-painted luchadora with eager energy plain across her face.
“Hoi!” Alejandra calls out from her corner. “Gotta say, it’s a pleasure to be across the ring from the latest La Sombra!”
Sombra smiles at the respect to her lineage and does a theatrical bow in return, crossing her legs by the ankles and bending deep at the waist. “Thank you!” the 4th generation rookie calls back. “I’ve seen some of your matches in Puerto Rico, I love your work with BBW. Let’s show Florida how the North and South get it done!”
The official raises an eyebrow at this exchange. Hazeema instantly clarifies the confusion, “Brawling Beauties Wrestling.” The zebra tilts his head and back and releases an “oohhh” of delayed understanding, then motions for the bell.
DING!DING!
Alejandra slaps the top rope in excitement before circling in a wrestler’s crouch at a fast pace. La Sombra does three full cartwheels into the center point of the ring. Foregoing the expected tactic of hitting and running, La Sombra lifts up a hand for a test of strength, beckoning her new burly buddy with fluttering fingers. Alejandra stands out of her crouch and walks over with a swing in her hip, lacing her strong hands together and cracking her knuckles, she chuckles.
“Everybody wants a taste,” Alejandra jokes.
The in-ring Coalitionist places her free hand behind her back like a fencer in response before raising her open hand and widening her stance. Alicea mirrors La Sombra’s unusual stance, intrigued by the notion of a one-armed Test of Strength, and then the two lock hands. The two women compete with their grips, trying to coax a flinch with just a squeeze before leaning hard like they want to break through their enemy like wild goats.
Muscles shred into relief on a dime, two sets of firm, brown buttocks twitch and flex with the effort of getting an early mental edge, but Alicea has a height advantage of 2 inches and a weight advantage of 13 pounds of supple muscle. Alicea’s hand slowly pushes past neutral ground into Sombra’s territory, slower than the crowd and Alicea herself expect. The strange member of the Canadian group packs some power in those dancing curves.
Curling her painted lips with effort, La Sombra shakily pushes their entwined hands back to neutral and a touch beyond, a bead of sweat running down her nape. Then, putting as much power into her legs as possible, Sombra pushes from her lower center of gravity and starts to force the Destroyer class wrestler back step by step.
Eyes widening in alarm, Alejandra takes off the mental weights and forces the little luchadora first to a stop and then a slow retreat across the ring. She smiles at Sombra’s face scrunched up with desperate competitive will. “It was a nice play,” she comments compassionately, “and I respect it... but I’ve got the power game on lock.”
The competing cheers of the FAWNatics and Hazeema’s shouts of encouragement pound in La Sombra’s ears as La Sombra backsteps on a curve to avoid getting sandwiched in the buckles or the ropes. This saves the luchadora from being pinned into the first corner, but as they near the second, Alejandra catches on and switches up her footwork. That cuts off the Canadian, and Alicea squeezes harder, grinding their fingers hard enough to force a little slip of a whine from Sombra’s lips. This short-lived stalemate is gonna end with the Canuck’s back to the buckles.
Thump! “Argh!”
La Sombra is a foot away from officially losing this gamble when changes the contest. With a burst of speed, she twists their locked limbs into an arm wringer swing so hard that it whips Alejandra to the canvas and forward, banging her head against the middle buckle. As Alicea’s head bounces off the barely-padded steel, the luchadora takes the chance to dance away from her formerly treacherous position and sets, certain that her foe will be back on her in a moment.
And La Sombra’s hunch is not wrong in the least. Alejandra pushes herself up, using the ropes to speed her climb as she rubs at her forehead with her free hand. Spinning around towards the skull-painted woman, Alicea immediately rushes out of the corner like a raging bull, clearly looking to surprise the Canadian with a burst of her own speed.
But the agile luchadora is ready. Alejandra lashes out with a decapitating lariat, but La Sombra slides back like a limbo expert, the muscular limb cutting the air right above her chin, then immediately slides into a countermove. Grabbing onto the Caribbean Crush’s outstretched limb, La Sombra flips herself right up and scissors Alicea’s other arm with her legs.
The Boricua Bruiser’s eyes go wide with surprise at the startlingly fast crucifix hold, but before she can lock her legs to avoid what she knows is about to come, La Sombra locks in the hold and rolls her body, using all her momentum to not only stop Alejandra’s charge, but also flip the powerhouse clear off her feet. Alejandra’s neck and shoulders crash onto the canvas as the fourth-generation grappler goes for a quick pinning combination.
“ON…!”
The ref doesn’t even get his hand down for a single count before Alejandra’s powerful body flexes, bucking off her shoulders as she wrenches free from the luchadora’s hold. La Sombra rolls back to her hands and knees quick as a cat, but as she turns to reorient on her foe, she’s the one surprised as Alejandra, instead of flopping ungainly on her bountiful chest, she too managed to land on her knees. Like an uncoiling spring, the PR Powerhouse bursts forward from her crouch, catching the off-balance Canadian with a quick low clothesline.
The positioning limits the power Alejandra can throw behind the blow, but it’s enough to snap La Sombra’s head back before the Puerto Rican’s weight carries both back to the canvas. Alejandra slips forward as La Sombra struggles, and after a split-second of grappling, Alicea captures the lightning-quick Mexican-Canadian in a side headlock.
Biceps bulging as she grinds the squirming La Sombra’s head, Alejandra takes her time to slowly bring them both to a vertical base. As if it hadn’t been already apparent, Alejandra knows now that while the two women stand on an equal base, she’s clearly stronger, and La Sombra clearly faster. If she can just keep the luchadora grounded and in her clutches, she can win this.
Not that La Sombra is going to let that just happen, even as it feels like a vice of muscle is trying to crush her skull. Her hands roam, looking for a gap in those powerful arms or a weakness to take advantage of. The skull-painted heroine’s chance comes a moment later, when Alejandra shifts her grip and her weight, preparing to toss the luchadora across one of her well-endowed hips.
La Sombra clearly braces herself as the Spitfire brings her to the mat with a crashing headlock takedown. Though the hard impact of the canvas rattles her, La Sombra lets out a shout of effort as the move loosens the headlock just enough for her to squirm out immediately. But instead of rolling clear, she slips from the headlock into a leg scissors thrown around Alejandra’s neck. The surprised powerhouse lets out a cry of her own as the luchadora’s powerful legs flex, muscles flaring into relief as the pressure mounts.
But, before La Sombra can fully lock her ankles, Alejandra bucks, throwing her entire powerful body into getting free from the scissors hold. It takes two bucks, but despite her best efforts, La Sombra realizes she just can’t hold down on the powerful Puerto Rican, not when she’s so fresh. As Alejandra tears herself free, the two grapplers roll apart and to their feet, eyes locked and smiles of excitement on their faces.
Both women realize that this is going to be a tremendous match, and the thrill of competition is intoxicating. The fans in attendance treat both ladies to happy applause. They’re digging this chemistry… especially one drunkard who yells, “Kiss!”
The Caribbean Crush gives the loudmouth a look easily interpreted as, “Sit down and enjoy the show.” She whips back in time to see the blazing streak of red coming toward her. La Sombra paid the catcaller no mind, sprinting forward with a clothesline that audibly slaps against Alejandra… to no effect.
In fact, to the amusement of the building, Sombra’s the one who falls, rocked to her butt. She looks up at the powerhouse standing above her as Alejandra pops a bicep curl before extending a friendly hand. “Want to give it another go?”
La Sombra eyes the hand for the briefest of moments before taking it. She could tell Alicea was a straight shooter, and her instincts are proven correct as Alejandra gently pulls Sombra gently to her feet with a modicum of effort. Without wasting a moment, Sombra runs back to the ropes and comes back with a head of steam, just to crash into the same roadblock as before. The saving grace is The Laughing Skulls bounces off Aliicea’s chassis with a backward stagger instead of falling on her ass.
This time, the Caribbean Crush treats her and the crowd to a double bicep flex. Almost cockily, Alejandra offers, “Third time’s the charm?”
A little professional pettiness is starting to pick at Sombra’s good mood. but she tries to keep it down deep, giving her opponent a smirk and a nod. One last time, the Coalitionist runs the ropes trying to move the immovable woman--
Wait! Just before impact, La Somba turns away from Alicea and leaps back, legs spread, and wraps them around the Puerto Rican’s waist in a Wheelbarrow hold. Alejandra is surprised and off-balance as the Laughing Skull shoves off the ground to go back head-to-head to the destroyer, reaching behind to wrap an elbow around one of Alicea’s to send her flying forward with an arm drag.
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While Alejandra is thrown off her feet into the cables, luck seems to be on her side, considering she hits the cables with her sternum than the neck. The impact with the rubber-coated steel stuns the beautiful bodybuilder, and her defined arms and bobbing head hang over the second rope. Meanwhile, La Sombra runs up the closest buckles to Alicea, and with one hand, she swings to the apron nailing the PR Powerhouse in the cheek with a crisp dropkick.
DIAMANTE KICK
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“Gahh!”
Alejandra’s head snaps to the side with a wave of her dark hair, the blow knocks her off the ropes and into a woozy recline by the strands. Her body unsure if it wants to fully sit up or lie down. La Sombra’s not done stunting. The Painted Lady gives a few teasing wiggles of her rear to the camera before going into a deep crouch on the apron and launching herself onto the top cable, With the slightest push of her red boots, La Sombra takes to the air like a leather butterfly, her firm tummy crashing into Alicea’s six-pack. The Puerto Rican Spitfire’s natural armor collapses under the Mexi-Canadian’s aerial assault, Sombra bounces a foot of Alicea’s bellowing form before slapping down again.
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Alejandra’s limbs fly out at random in her shudders. La Sombra snags a raised leg with both hands and pulls it in tight for a pin, grapevining the other leg for insurance.
ONE!
TWO!
Alejandra throws a shoulder up!
La Sombra bounces back onto her calves. As much as she hoped for a quick finish, she knows that the Spitfire has a lot more fight left in her. Eager to keep her advantage, the Laughing Skull hauls Alejandra up, and before the Puerto Rican strongwoman can reorient herself or catch a breath, Sombra sends her across the ring with a hard Irish Whip. As Alicea hits the opposite strands, Sombra puffs in a quick breath and breaks into a sprint right after her, and almost smack dab in the center of the ring, the luchadora leaps up with cat-like alacrity, bringing her leg right across Alejandra’s neck with a leg lariat.
The Puerto Rican’s body below the neck tries to keep going, her head goes the other, and as she’s levelled with a cheap wall, La Sombra flies past, hits the canvas in a neat roll, and tucks back to her feet with almost theatrical flair, much to the delight of the crowd.
That last shot seems to finally be breaking down the Spitfire’s resilience, and while she forces herself over onto her stomach with a pained grunt, Alejandra isn’t immediately shoving up to her feet. The painted grappler smiles as she measures her next move, raising her arms over her head as she twirls her hands, Hazeema adding her own cheers to work the FAWNatics to a fever pitch. With the crowd behind her, La Sombra takes off from one corner towards her downed foe, throwing herself into a handspring that ends with a seated senton right down on the small of Alejandra’s muscular back.
The Spitfire lets out a wheeze of pain, involuntarily kicking her legs from the impact, just as the luchadora planned, as it lets her snatch one of Alejandra’s powerful stems. La Sombra immediately wrangles Alicea’s left leg and drops right back again into a single leg Boston Crab.
“You’re tough as nails, Alejandra,” the luchadora notes as she yanks back, her eyes as much on the Puerto Rican’s perfect ass as the hold, “and I love this view, but this’ll go faster if you just give up nowwww!”
That last word stretches out as suddenly, with a surge of strength, Alejandra pushes up with both arms off the canvas as the rest of her powerful body flexes, taking both her and the painted lady on her back off the canvas. That only lasts a moment as, with her leverage thrown off, La Sombra finds herself on a ride of her own, tossed head over heels off Alejandra’s back.
“If you saw any of my matches, nena,” Alejandra gets out with a pained edge to her voice, “you know I’m too stubborn to give up.”
Sombra does tumble through the escape, coming up to her knees in the opposite corner as Alejandra pushes her way to her left hand and knees, her right probing out her now-aching back.
“I respect that,” the Laughing Skull quips back, “but you can’t blame me for trying to be the first.”
“No,” Alejandra laughs painfully as the two lock eyes. “I can’t. You ready for round 2, amiga?”
The FAWNatics erupt with cheers as the two women nod to each other and charge into a fresh lock-up in the center of the ring. The pair jockey for control for a moment in a contest of speed and technique versus raw power, Sombra the fresher of the two grapplers. For a moment, even that edge isn’t enough as the Spitfire pours on the power and drives La Sombra back on her heels.
But generations of experience and training kick in. The Laughing Skull suddenly seems to go with a shove that would have thrown her into the corner, but instead uses that momentum to slip under Alicea’s pushing arms. Rolling around an off-balance Alejandra’s side, the luchadora slips her arms around the powerhouse’s trim waist, cinching in a waistlock that promises to turn into something far more dangerous.
Unfortunately, that’s when the seesaw turns the other way. La Sombra coils and flexes, trying to turn the waistlock into a dynamic suplex variation… but Alejandra just. Doesn’t. Move. Wide-eyed, the luchadora looks past the Spitfire’s shoulder, only to see that, this close to the corner, Alejandra had reached out and grabbed the ropes, stopping the throw before it had a chance to start.
“Good try, but…” Alejandra’s voice trails off as she shifts her grip from ropes to the hands gripped around her waist. Sombra hesitates for just a moment, but it’s a moment too long, and before she can let go and retreat, the Puerto Rican Powerhouse snatches both the luchadora’s hands and pries the hold apart with a grunt of effort.
Sombra’s instinct is to kick off that broad back, try to prise her hands loose, but when she’s suddenly pulled forward, all she can do is brace for the impact of a swinging short-arm clothesline from Alejandra. Not that it helps too much, as the muscular Latina’s good right arm almost tears her head off.
As the canvas shudders from Sombra crashing into it, Alejandra stumbles through the clothesline and falls to one knee herself. The luchadora’s dynamic offense and athletic prowess had kept Alicea from getting a moment to refill the tanks, and now that she has a moment, Alejandra takes it, hands on her raised knee as her bountiful chest heaves with deep breaths.
“Alright,” Alejandra exhales and rolls her shoulders. Reaching down she takes La Sombra by the neck with both hands and pulls her to verticality, “time to make the bacon.”
Alicea hurls a rattled Sombra to the ropes, that clothesline put a wobble in the Canadian’s knees but on the return trip, they regain enough of their stride for Sombra to attempt a Lou Thez Press that immediately goes wrong. As she jumps Alicea takes one step to the side and leans hard right to take her waist in a gutwrench. And that gut does wrench as La Sombra is spun 270 degrees and slammed into the mat with one powerful arm.
TILT-A-WHIRL SLAM
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Hazeema cringes as the ring reverberates with the force of the throw. The Northern Coalition’s manager repeatedly slaps the ring’s edge to rouse her client as she’s raised to her feet by the Puerto Rican Powerhouse. “Come on, Somby! You got this!”
She really doesn’t. Alicea holds Sombra like a ladder on her right shoulder, the luchadora shaking her head “no!” as the big bruiser walks her deeper into the Squared Circle before dropping her back first into the mat with a thud! Sombra arches her back fitfully and cries out “AAaie!” but Alejandra’s not done yet.
Pulling her sexy cargo up with a facelock, Alejandra points Sombra’s boots to the lights in a vertical Suplex stall. A tower of flesh in the middle of the ring, Sombra can feel the blood moving down her body into her head as she is upside down. One Mississippi, two Mississippi…
Not a tremor in her sculpted thighs as Alicea holds the luchadora straight in the air, the FAWNatics counting off the seconds “10! 11! 12!..” at the Canadian side of the ring Hazeema has stopped yelling for Sombra to escape and is begging for Alicea to just do the move! “18! 19! 20!”
Deciding she’s had enough, Alejandra finally throws themselves back against the canvas, another echoing THUD shows the vast difference in power. The Caribbean Crush rolls back into a kneeling straddle of the shadow’s chest and takes Sombra’s wrist, pulling them above her head on the canvas for a decisive pinfall.
“ONE!...”
“TWO!...”
And that’s when the Mexi-Canadian digs deep and bucks hard, getting a shoulder up before the three count can start. The FAWNatics explode with cheers, and as they chant for both women, it’s clear they just don’t want this exciting battle to end.
But even though she kicked out, Sombra is still languishing on the mat, her head clouded by pooled blood and back a web of agony. Alejandra sucks in a deep breath as she sits on her calves, then nods to herself.
“Double tough, gata,” Alejandra compliments as she reaches out, peeling the Laughing Skull off the canvas as she rises. “Just hope you’re triple tough.” Once the two are back to standing, the Spitfire holds Sombra steady for just a moment before suddenly bringing both her chiseled arms around the luchadora’s waist. Ringing alarms fire off in the Coaltionist’s foggy brain, but even her amazing reflexes only get one arm free before muscles flare, crushing her ribs as Alicea lifts her up into a vise-like bearhug.
Sombra lets out a groan as Alejandra leans back, trying to wring every bit of air out of the Mexi-Canadian’s lungs and every bit of pain she can inflict out of the hold. The ref swoops in to one side, expecting a potential quick submission, but Hazeema’s fevered cries out to the audience bring a rallying cry. Sweat pours down both women’s faces as La Sombra holds her free arm up, clenching her fist repeatedly as if she is reaching up for salvation, drawing on the cheers of the FAWNatics to endure.
The Boricua Bruiser growls as she pours on the pressure, and while some measure of frustration at Sombra’s stubborn resistance mounts, it’s not just matched but overwhelmed at her admiration for her opponent. Still, she has a job to do, so that’s when she not only squeezes, but begins to wrench from side to side, back and forth, shaking the beleaguered luchadora like a dog playing with a chew toy. Each shake and squeeze brings out another breathless cry of pain, but while that upraised arm shudders and falters, it never falls.
“You’re as tough as your predecessors,” Alicea has to admit as she relaxes the hold. It is just for a moment, just to let her catch a breath and redouble her efforts, but the rest of her words are cut off as the Shadow takes that moment to finally retaliate.
Sweat and that slack on the hold is just enough to let Sombra slip her other arm free, and that lets her slip down just enough in Alejandra’s grip to get her own hold on, a front sleeper that takes the Spitfire entirely by surprise. Between the slim but muscled arms working the hold and a facefull of perfect breasts, Alejandra is the one to start to feel disoriented and fading as blood is cut off to her brain. Her powerful arms slip away from their clinch, barely managing to hold onto Sombra’s shapely hips, and the fit Puerto Rican’s knees start to turn wobbly. One part arounds and two parts struggling to stay conscious, Alejandra tries to rally as La Sombra holds on for everything she’s got left in the tank.
The powerhouse drives a weak (for her) forearm into the luchadora’s taut stomach, and while it doesn’t free her, the hit’s enough to make La Sombra gasp. Another hit or two, and she will be back to square one, so she digs down deep. Time to finish this!
Which she does by, to Alejandra’s foggy shock and surprise, letting the front sleeper slip, the luchadora’s loving hands slipping gently over Alicea’s chin, cradling her dazed chin before giving her a deep, long kiss.
Alejandra can’t help herself, even if the fuzzy part in the back of her brain is firing off a warning. A beautiful woman she respects kissing her? She partakes… and so gets a pleasant moment before Sombra breaks away and throws herself into one of her signature moves, La Maldición de Las Sombras!
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The devastating reverse roundhouse slams like a thunderbolt across Alejandra’s jaw, blasting sweat from her lips as her hair whips around. And where the head goes, the body follows, and the Caribbean Crush’s chiseled form spirals and crashes like a felled tree to the mat. She winds up sprawled out on the mat, her bountiful chest heaving being the only immediate sign of life in the woman’s body.
And La Sombra almost collapses herself, her ribs throbbing like fire with every wheezing breath, and while she does fall to one knee, she doesn’t fall. Spurred on as Hazeema slaps the apron hard, the exotic luchadora pushes out of her crouch and dives on top of the splayed-out powerhouse. She’s too spent to hook a leg, sucking in wind herself as the zebra dives down for the count.
“ONE…!”
“TWO…!”
“THR--”
It’s as if hearing that first syllable sends a spark of desperate life through Alejandra’s body, and in a show of athleticism despite her dire straits, the Puerto Rican Spitfire bridges up out of the pin, supporting both herself and a gaping La Sombra still atop her. She recovers her wits quickly, and before Alejandra bucks her off entirely, the painted lady drives a forearm into Alicea’s rock hard abdominals.
If the powerhouse were at her full strength, the shot would have done little, but weakened as she is, the blow sends a shudder through her, enough to collapse the bridge with a gasp. Just to be sure, La Sombra plants her hands on the mat just past Alejandra’s groaning form, kicks up off the mat into a near-perfect handstand, then crashes back down as she pulls up both knees, driving them both into Alejandra’s chest.
The strongwoman’s legs jackknife from the lung-blowing impact, but the Laughing Skull doesn’t go for another pin. As she sucks in a breath of her own, she knows deep down that won’t keep such a resilient, stubborn fighter down.
“Sorry, Alejandra,” Sombra gets out between breaths, “but I need to go all out to put you down.” The luchadora pushes herself to her feet, glances towards the nearest turnbuckle, and judges the leap. Perfect position, she notes, before she takes off to the turnbuckle. Though still fast on her feet, the match has definitely taken its toll on her, so while she hits the corner faster than most, it takes her longer than it should to mount it.
Still, as La Sombra climbs to the top, the FAWNatics’s cheers and howls rise in anticipation. They know what’s coming, and they are on their feet in rabid anticipation. Hazeema knows as well, and cheers on her teammate as she prepares for one of her finishers, the Open Hart Surgery!
And just as the Shadow is about to turn to prepare for the corkscrew backsplash, she catches a sudden movement as Alejandra finds the strength to rise. How the Spitfire is moving, she’s not sure, but La Sombra knows it’s too late to just abort… but not too late to adjust.
The crowd lets out a gasp as the cat-like luchadora flings herself into a spin off the top turnbuckle, but instead of corkscrewing into a back splash that would eat canvas, she flings herself into a spinning crossbody attack!
The meaty, sickening thwack of flesh on flesh booms through the arena as Sombra lands right on target… but another gasp rips through the crowd when, instead of falling from the tremendous impact, Alejandra staggers but stays standing, her arms cradled around the beautiful luchadora’s body to hold her aloft. The powerhouse’s front knee almost buckles, but she manages to stumble back instead… then she finds her feet. With a guttural cry, Alejandra then turns and slams La Sombra into the mat with a thunderous crash!
The ring ropes shudder as both women let out their own cries of pain from the jolt, but despite the agony flowing through her chest and back, Alejandra finds the presence of mind to pin down Sombra’s shoulders.
“ONE…!”
“TWO…!”
“THRE--”
Somehow, someway, the fourth-generation grappler finds the presence of mind to peel a shoulder off the mat at the last moment. Alejandra, utterly spent herself, can only flop off her gorgeous opponent, flat on her back as she tries to gather enough strength to stand. The official quickly steps back and forth between the two women checking for any kind of injury. Seeing none he gets a little distance and throws up his arms counting, “One! Two! Three!..”
No movement from the wrestlers aside from the gulping of their glistening bellies and the rise and fall of their chests. Alejandra starts to shake herself awake and sssloowlly powers to a four-point stance. La Sombra seems to have less gas in the tank, just managing to flop onto her stomach, crawling just a few inches before falling still.
Not much movement coming from either lass, so the zebra keeps tallying up, “Seven! Eight! Nine!”
Hazeema does her managerial duty, grabbing her client’s wrists and pulling La Sombrao ut of the ring onto unsteady feet. La Sombra leans heavily onto the DM&M, her sweaty breasts pancaking Hazeema’s in a loose hug, The Laughing Skull is standing so the halt is counted but is replaced by another.
The two Canadians are going to take full advantage of this break to regroup and reassess. McMurray carries her friend over to the steel steps and sits her down, pulling a handkerchief out of an unseen pocket she dabs the sweat of La Sombra’s body, careful not to smudge her facepaint.
Hazeema chitters excitedly, assured of her client’s chance,” You’re doing good, bud! You got her on the ropes just got to til that last kilometre!” Placing a hand on Lucia’s clavicle (only her friends can use her real name), Hazeema pulls on the front of Sombra’s waistband to get a little more air in the luchadora’s lungs. “Don’t be afraid to play some selfish hockey! Throw them elbows and headbutt…” Hazeema trails off as she feels a presence behind her.
Turning around, she sees Alejandra standing with hands on hips, looking like a superheroine. Startled but determined, Hazeema spreads her arms out wide. “We’re on a timeout! Car!”
Alejandra bites her lip to keep from laughing at the pigtailed manager’s show of protection and focuses all her energy into not staring at the heart-attack inducing cleavage in front of her.
“No cars coming down the ramp and no rounds in American wrestling,” Alicea says casually as she lifts Hazeema up from her armpits and places her out of the way. “What is it you gals say? Back to chorERK!”
Presenting her back to Sombra was a mistake because that lets the painted lady leap onto her back and lock in a Backpack Sleeper! Alejandra gasps and staggers… while she had nearly a half-minute to recover energy, the match has taken its toll… and things get worse as the luchadora manges to cross her ankles and really work the body scissors as part of the sleeper.
Alejandra stumbles forward a few steps, almost collapses to one knee, but she focuses, pushes up as if to aim Sombra’s back at the steel steps, but the Shadow grinds the hold hard, which tears another wheeze out of the Spitfire.
This looks like it might be it as Alejandra sways once again, but in a last desperate gasp, she reaches back with both hands. One loops around Sombra’s left thigh, the other finds purchase behind her head, and just as terrible realization sparks in the Laughing Skull’s brain, Alejandra pulls hard on her head and drops down suddenly, driving La Sombra’s chin into her hard shoulder with a Backpack Stunner!
The luchadora lets out a squeal of pain through clenched teeth as she almost bounces off Alejandra, and the powerhouse just slumps against the ring apron, chest heaving as she tries to get blood flowing through her body.
For the second time in mere minutes, both women come perilously close to being both counted out. The ref, leaning over the ropes, is dutifully counting away, and by the time he hits six, a cheer echoes through the crowd as both grapplers stir. With grim determination, Alejandra clutches onto the apron to drag herself up, while La Sombra, clutching her aching jaw with one hand, gets half up with the help of the ring steps. By the time the zebra hits eight, the Spitfire hauls herself ungainly under the ring ropes, and La Sombra climbs the steps.
As La Sombra slips through the ropes, Alejandra pulls herself up to her feet. Both women are exhausted, but they eye one another with fire left in their guts.
“You know,” Alejandra quips as she wipes sweat from her brow, “I think I like your style, nena.”
La Sombra smirks wearily as she prepares herself. “Likewise, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you win.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Alejandra nods and settles into a proper wrestling stance. “Let’s do it.”
As if it is the most obvious thing in the world, the two Latinas take that as the agreed-upon moment to charge into a dizzying array of offense.
Alejandra lashes out with a sharp forearm that Sombra manages to block, and as she pushes back, she tries to use that gap to land a kick to Alicea’s side. The Spitfire is on the ball, though, catching the outstretched leg and then heaving with her still-impressive might to try to throw the luchadora head over heels. The Laughing Skull has other plans, though, as she simply springs back with the throw, turning it into a backflip kick that just grazes the Puerto Rican Powerhouse’s chin. While that does cause the bigger woman to stagger, it doesn’t lay her out, and as Sombra breakfalls onto her back from the flip and immediately kips back up, she’s shocked to meet a pair of red-and-white boots, the tail end of a surprisingly athletic dropkick from the Spitfire. The impact right between her bouncing breasts throws La Sombra off her feet, and this time, she doesn’t immediately spring back up.
As the luchadora groans and kicks her leg, Alejandra is first to her feet from the dropkick and looms over her fallen foe, rubbing her chin this time. Taking a deep breath for strength, she gets to work, pulling the painted lady away from the ropes by both arms and then, once Alejandra has plenty of room to work, she wraps one of her muscular legs around La Sombra’s neck. Before the Shadow can think to put a hand in the way to block, the Spitfire locks her other leg into position as she drops to her shapely ass, cinching on her signature figure-four necklock.
But unlike previous iterations, Alejandra doesn’t stop there. Even as the pressure of those powerful legs grinds into La Sombra’s head, the entire world seems to turn over… which makes sense as Alicea rolls them both over, planting her hands on the canvas to hold herself up. This definitely wasn’t in any of the matches Sombra had seen, something she is certain of despite the crushing pain, and then she flies!
Alejandra, in a show of raw power and balance, pushes up off the mat, using her entire frame to flip La Sombra over to slam into back and neck-first into the canvas… but she doesn’t release the necklock. Instead, she rolls again, repeating the necklock slam a second time. Only in the middle of the second flip does she let the crushing pressure go, sending her beleaguered opponent crashing across the ring.
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As La Sombra crashes and burns, Alejandra stays seated, her legs splayed out as she sucks in another deep breath. “I was hoping not to break out my new move until I got my hands on Taffy or Alia again, but you’re tough enough I had to pull it out.”
Whether the luchadora is actually proud is up for debate at the moment, as she is a groaning, languishing mess on the canvas. Easily collected by Alejandra, Sombra is sent hurtling toward a set of turnbuckles. She can’t turn in time to save herself but has the strength to grab the top ropes and stop a collision with the padded steel. Telltale vibrations in the canvas tell Sombra that she’s about to get sandwiched, and so she kicks her legs up and with a float over--
Alicea catches her on a shoulder! The mysterious Coalitionist escapes one trap just to land in another. Alicea turns and walks deeper into the ring to drop La Sombra with a textbook body slam, bouncing on her toes to add a bit of pop to the move. Alejandra flips Sombra off her back, but the Mexi-Canadian pushes off with the motion, cradles the Spitfire’s slamming arm, and sends her head over heels with an arm drag. The crowd comes alive as Alejandra does a light tumble onto her feet while La Sombra kips up.
Alejandra runs back with full strides, an arm back for a clothesline that’ll turn her opponent inside out if it connects. Not on-balance enough to move out of the danger entirely, Sombra Matrix dodges out of the scythe’s trajectory, letting the brawny limb pass over her.
A growl of frustration bubbles out of the powerhouse as she whirls around hoping to catch Sombra with a back elbow and misses. Sombra never dropped the backbend as she watches a bewildered Alejandra from her inverted position. Flashing the PR Powerhouse a grin, La Sombra straightens into a handstand that becomes a headscissors when her ankles cross behind Alejandra’s ears. A quick squeeze from those gams worries Alicea that her friendly foe has more life left in her than she thought, but she isn’t allowed to worry for long as Sombra sends her into a flipping sprawl, nearly banging her head on the second buckle.
As she pulls herself up to one knee in the corner, Alejandra shakes her head clear and tries to stand when she feels a weight on her back and smells chrysanthemums. La Sombra had closed the distance and leapt upon her, once again sending Alejandra upside down with a sunset flip style pin.
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The ref slides to make the count, but Alicea bucks free and scrambles away before he can slap his hand down once. Fear of a loss on her big return gives Alejandra new drive and energy. Bolting to her feet, The Caribbean Crush eyes her opponent who has collected herself on a posted knee and studies Alejandra back with equal intensity. Another round of applause rains down the two, Hazeema at ringside joining in trying to begin a chant of “Let’s-go- Som-bra!” with some success.
Alicea beaks the cold war by charging forward, thundering footsteps building up to a Spear. Sombra stays rooted to the spot, waiting until the last moment to pivot. When that moment comes, she dodges the Spear and snagging Alicea’s leg with a grasp of her inner thigh, she upends the destroyer with an inside cradle pin.
The official slides to make the count, but is denied once again. La Sombra adds an arm around Alicea’s hip to go with the inside cradle and lifts the muscular mangler out of the pin before bringing her back down with a bridging slam that shocks the crowd with the Canadian’s strength.
Alicea finds herself stunned and compressed into a compact matchbook as Sombra scoots onto Alejandra’s upturned legs, even going onto a knee to press as much of their combined weight as possible on the Puerto Rican’s shoulders.
MAPLE SWIRL
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“ONE…!”
“TWO…!”
“THRE…!”
Just before the ref slaps down for the three count, Alejandra plants her hands on the canvas and pushes up with all she has, barely avoiding the pinfall. All the desperate energy throws La Sombra clean off, but it seems to be gone almost as soon as the moment passes, the battered Puerto Rican flopping onto her stomach afterward.
The Laughing Skull shakes her head a little in appreciation as Alejandra slowly starts to struggle to stand, but gets back to action only a moment later. Hopping lightly to her feet, the Shadow lives up to her namesake, almost silently stalking around behind Alejandra as she pushes up to her hands and knees. The luchadora waits until the powerhouse pushes up to just her knees and then pounces!
Before Alejandra realizes what’s going on, La Sombra clamps her hands under Alicea’s chin before driving knees into her muscular back. A split second later, the painted lady drops back onto her beautiful ass and yanks back on Alejandra’s captured head with everything she has, using her knees as a lever to amplify the pressure.
CANADIAN TAFFY
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Alejandra tries not to cry out in pain, but it’s a near-impossible mission. With knees in her back, strong hands cranking her neck, and the awkwardness of her own knees folded beneath, the Spitfire has no leverage to power out, and every part of her back and neck shrieks with fiery torture. Sombra’s positioning is near perfect, and while the powerhouse flails and reaches for anything nearby with her chiselled arms, there’s no ropes close or anything she can use to get purchase and drag.
The ref is right there as Alicea cries out through her clenched jaw to ask, “Do you submit?”
Alejandra shakes her head as best she can, then lets out another mournful cry as La Sombra redoubles her effort. Sweat roils down both women’s faces, their chest heaving with all the effort they’ve put into this battle, and a desperate panic builds in Alejandra’s eyes. Nothing is working, the Laughing Skull seems to be unrelenting, and the agony builds by the moments. If she doesn’t figure out something soon, she will pass out from the pain, and deep down, that’s something she swore to never happen again.
“Come on,” La Sombra growls. “I don’t want to injure you! I like you too much!”
But Alicea lets out a strangled grunt that’s less word than sound, but it’s definitely a refusal. That’s when panic and pain breakaway to inspiration. Instead of trying to break Sombra’s grasp or reach the ropes, the Boricua Bruiser reaches behind her back and gets a hold of La Sombra’s knees stabbing into her back. The Shadow isn’t immediately concerned, even a powerhouse like Alejandra can’t deadlift her from this awkward position, but then she realizes the danger as Alicea pulls and rolls back at the same time.
There’s just enough give, combined with Alejandra’s powerful frame, to push La Sombra back onto her shoulders. As the Spitfire manages to get one foot out from under her to add to the pressure, the ref shifts from asking for a submission to counting a potential pinfall on the luchadora.
“ONE!...”
“TWO!...”
In frustration, La Sombra is forced to twist, rolling both her and her prey onto the sides, but she doesn’t relent entirely. Before Alejandra can roll away, the painted lady slips her arms into another sleeper hold, staying latched on as the destroyer rolls onto her gut, pancaking her impressive rack.
Still, it’s difficult to really cinch in the hold, as Alicea refuses to stop moving. Showing off her impressive muscle, Alejandra pushes up with both hands, even as Sombra slips her legs around her foe’s waist. A moment later, despite the clear strain the tightening hold is putting on her, the Spitfire powers to her feet, and with a look of sheer determination, charges right back into the nearest turnbuckle.
The FAWNatics let out a sympathetic gasp as La Sombra is sandwiched between the unrelenting steel turnbuckle and Alejandra’s almost-as-hard chiseled back. Alejandra stumbles out of the corner a few steps, gathering herself, and she turns just as La Sombra tries to do the same, peeling herself out of the corner in a daze.
As if moving on autopilot, Alejandra meets her opponent with open arms. The powerhouse scoops La Sombra up, and the crowd lets out a tremendous pop when, in a show of raw might, Alejandra pulls her opponent up, over, and down with a twisting powerslam that rattles the canvas.
Instead of dropping down for the pin, though, Alejandra falls back onto her calves. La Sombra is sprawled on the mat, her chest heaving and one leg languidly trying to kick, and one more big move would win the match, but Alicea knows she’s about to drop herself. Too close to the ropes for a submission attempt, and sending the luchadora to the ropes for a Starstorm lumbar check is asking for a springboard dropkick to the face. There is only one choice.
The crowd explodes when Alejandra rises and turns to the corner. The athletic Puerto Rican mounts the corner slowly, exhaustion and fatigue heavy on her powerful shoulders, as perhaps for the first time, a pang of fear bounces in her heart. She can’t help but think, even as she rises up to her full height atop the top turnbuckle, that trying for a high-risk maneuver like this cost her twice against Alia Saad, and despite all her pride and courage, to do this and fail again might be her breaking point. Her left hand brushes the athletic tape on her right shoulder as she struggles with herself.
But she can’t win if she doesn’t try. The cheers of the fans fill Alejandra up and, with a deep, cleansing breath, she cocks her right bicep and kisses the chiselled muscle for luck. Only measuring the leap for a moment, she pistons her powerful legs and leaps up into a high-altitude elbow drop!
INSANE ELBOW
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Despite all Hazeema’s shouts of warning to her client, Sombra could do nothing more than squirm on the mat for the moments Alicea descended from the wrestling heavens. The manager covers her eyes but can’t help but peek through them, just in time to feel the empathetic pain of Alejandra’s elbow striking through Sombra’s breast meat into her heart with all the force in the Puerto Rican’s 136-pound body. A wave of burning electricity shoots through La Sombra’s convulsing frame instantly followed by a dull numbness. Her body goes still as Alejandra covers her in a full-body pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
“YOUR WINNER VIA PINFALL…THE PUERTO RICAN SPITFIRE, ALEJANDRA ALICEA!!!”
Relief and joy surge through Alejandra’s battered and exhausted body at the sound of the announcer’s words. With her chest heaving, she pushes herself onto her calves as Hazeema climbs the nearest ring steps. As the crowd roars with applause, she moves to check on her client, but gets a little surprise to see that the Puerto Rican strongwoman is already helping the Shadow up gently, an arm around her shoulders. The D & D fanatic flashes a grateful smile and takes the other side of the still-dazed luchadora, and together, the two women bring Sombra to her feet.
“Amazing match, amiga,” Alicea tells La Sombra, a tired smile on her face. When the painted lady flashes one of her own to Alejandra, there is one last bit of a surprise when the referee looks to raise the muscular Latina’s hand. She grabs Sombra’s hand as well, and when the zebra raises Alejandra’s hand in victory, she raises the luchadora’s as well, to the delight of the FAWNatics on hand.
“I was going to say the same,” the Shadow quips as they drink in the cheers. As they lower their hands, the Laughing Skull grins painfully. “I hope that isn’t our last dance, not by a long shot.”
“Me neither,” Alejandra admits as Hazeema nods in agreement. “And if you Coalition ladies ever need just one more set of hands--”
“We’ll call, don’t worry!” the Coalition’s manager cuts in with a grin, and the three women share a tired laugh and one hug, not of the rib-crushing variety, to the cheers of the crowd.