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A pained shriek escaped the masked fighter's lips as her bare foot grinded against his exposed digits.
Curling up into a defensive position, he started to crawl towards the ropes rather pathetically clutching his bruised hand.
Throwing back her hair in amusement as she sauntered after him, Angelina lashed out with her foot and kicked him square in the ass just to add further insult to injury.
However, that humiliating move seemed only to enrage the masked sexfighter, who immediately reared back on her.
With a snarl, he threw a left hook at the smug brunette, hoping to catch her off-guard just as she came into striking range.
But unfortunately for him, that was exactly the move she had been expecting.
Catching his fist with both hands, she gave him a punishing twist of his wrist for good measure before maneuvering herself into position against his outstretched forearm.
Draping her left leg across his elbow, she tightened her hold on his wrist before falling on her back.
The man's arm was instantly trapped between her thighs as she locked in an inverted armbar, forcing him to taste the mat once again as she cinched in the hold.
Using her slender legs and waist to fully secure his thrashing forearm, she took a moment to adjust her position before beginning to apply pressure.
The crowd had become absolutely unglued as evidently one of her signature submissions was now being applied to the muscled sexfighter, cheering louder and louder as his arm became forcibly extended.
Kicking out with his legs desperately, the man was still too groggy from her earlier kicks to even think of a counter in time.
Though his pained grimace was partially obscured by his mask, the searing pain she was so efficiently inflicting upon his arm was very much being felt by Saw Guerrero in almost every way possible.
And once her hips started to arch against his joint, he could hold back his cries no longer.
Struggling and clawing futilely at the mat with his arm in actual danger of being hyperextended, the sexfighter finally decided to cut his losses.
Just as she started to feel his arm give to her crushing thighs, he shamefully tapped out until the bell rang.
Upon hearing his submission, La Dama reluctantly released the hold, and with a look of utter disgust kicked his grimacing face away with her bare foot.
Rolling over on his sides to examine his arm, Saw was a complete shell of the man he was at the beginning of the match.
And yet, as Angelina got back up, she seemed fresher and more energized than ever before.
"You sure he was a former champion?" Daniel asked his mentor, who responded rather cynically, "Yeah, and guess who won the belt off him?"
Guerrero slowly willed himself back up to his feet, attempting to shake the soreness out of his arm as she waits impatiently by her corner for the match to continue into its second fall.
Grumbling angrily under his breath, he was visibly fuming as the crowd continued to show their support for Angelina, leaving him virtually no sympathy.
Flexing his elbow joint one last time, the eye holes on his mask narrowed into determined slits at his still smug opponent.
Ding! As soon as the bell sounded signaling the introduction of the second fall, Guerrero stomped out of his corner now with more than prove than ever before.
Strutting forward with one long and slender leg crossing elegantly after the other, Angelina calmly combed her hair behind her neck as her muscled opponent came at her with a vengeance.
Ducking his initial clothesline, she reappeared on his blindside and aimed a low kick at the back of his knee.
Swearing loudly in Spanish as the stinging blow connected soundly against his kneecap, he whirled back around and acting purely off emotion instead of strategy at this point, threw another wild haymaker at her.
Ducking underneath his armpit, she retaliated with a knee strike to his outstretched midsection, slightly winding him.
As his meaty arms went down to his stomach, she took advantage of his now unprotected face and delivered a savage crescent kick that quite literally slapped the taste out of his mouth.
Staggering backwards as his head was forcibly snapped to the left by the sheer power of the kick against his lower jawline, Guerrero was visibly teetering from left to right as she reared her foot back yet again.
A sharp kick to his gut finally brought him down to one knee, with La Dama once again leering down at him with her hands on her hips.
"¿Tuviste suficiente?" she smirked smugly at Guerrero, waiting patiently as he lifted his head up.
Spitting at her resentfully, he began to bellow out a series of curses in his native tongue much to his opponent's utter amusement.
Backing up with devilish intent in her eyes, she came off the ropes to build momentum towards perhaps a running knee, but Guerrero had other plans.
Springing back up just before she could initiate the shining wizard, he scooped her up in mid-air and cinched in a desperate bearhug.
Wrapping his forearms around her curvaceous waist, he let out a strained grunt as the now trapped La Dama writhed painfully in his grasp.
Intertwining his fingers together at the small of her back, he seemed hell-bent on breaking the Latina woman in half!
Gritting her teeth together, she valiantly fought back against his hold, using her hands to scratch and claw on his snarling face.
But with every second of frantic resistance on her part, he merely tightened the grip, letting his biceps clamp down mercilessly on her womanly flesh.
"Now I break you, whore!" he yelled out in broken English, continuing to squeeze her with all of his considerable might.
Glaring intensely at the struggling woman, the muscle bound sexfighter had hoped to see an inkling of fear in her dark eyes, or even a glint of sudden realization that she may have finally been bested physically.
But instead of anything like that, he saw her...smiling through the pain he was currently inflicting on her.
Her crimson-kissed lips curled into an almost spiteful grin that had the man seething, but before he could do anything else, she suddenly snapped her flailing legs around his midsection!
"Uggghhh..." A surprised wince escaped his mask as her powerful legs trapped him in a bodyscissors, her shapely calves constricting like a boa around his unprotected sides.
Despite still being trapped in his bearhug, La Dama focused most of her energy now on strengthening her bodyscissors, digging into his shoulder blades to prevent him from throwing her loose.
Her dark eyes remained locked on him as she continued to squeeze him, eventually forcing an agonizing whimper out of him.
Arching her back against his now loosening forearms, she gives him one last pulse of her tenacious thighs before finally he had had enough.
With a grunt, he relinquished his hold, allowing her to regroup back on her feet but with her muscled adversary much worse for wear.
Brushing the hair out of her face, she took just a moment to fully recover before surging forward to press her advantage.
With a cry, she exploded into him with a running dropkick, both feet connecting square against his chest before he could even register her sudden blur of movement.
Knocking him backwards, Guerrero's unceremonious tumble across the squared circle was eventually halted by a corner turnbuckle.
Crashing into the turnbuckle pads back first, he let out an audible grunt before crumbling to the mat.
Pulling herself back up with her much larger opponent now struggling on all fours, she flashed a sultry smirk at the cheering crowd before confidently sauntering past his prone form.
Exiting between the bottom and middle ropes, she gingerly climbed up the turnbuckle that he was just slingshot into.
Positioning herself so that her back would be facing him, she took a few moments to steady herself on top while evidently preparing for her coup de grace.
"High risk move, huh?" Daniel commented, his eyes just as fixated on La Dama's ambitious maneuver as the rest of the crowd.
Using the nearby ropes, Saw eventually pulled himself up, albeit very groggily.
Staggering back into range, he slowly turned around just as Angelina, now standing delicately on the top rope, launches herself towards him.
Performing an awe inspiring moonsault, the mere sight of her magnificent form gracefully flying in the air stopped Guerrero dead in his tracks.
But, not for long.
Snapping out of his dazed stupor just in time, he managed to catch La Dama in mid-air just before she could fully connect.
Utilizing his brute strength to its fullest, the sexfighter kept the now squirming Angelina firmly hoisted against him, her now upside-down body pressed against his torso.
The collective oohs and aahs that swept through the crowd finally reenergized the sexfighter, while leaving his smug opponent at his mercy.
With her head now hanging between his legs and dangerously close to the mat, La Dama's frantically struggled and thrashed about to escape this reverse piledriver position only to be ignored by the overconfident Saw.
Now standing in the middle of the ring with her crotch tickling his chin, Guerrero reached out with one arm and made a slitting gesture against his throat.
Preparing to deliver a finishing maneuver of his own, he continued to verbally pump up the crowd with Angelina all but helpless to stop him.
Or at least, so he thought.
With only mere seconds before she'd be dropped on her head, Angelina desperately yanked down his trunks, allowing his slightly engorged manhood to pop free right in front of her.
Grinning deviously from ear to ear, she let out a seductive coo before taking him in her mouth.
Saw's eyes nearly exploded out of his mask as La Dama's lips closed in around his fleshy helmet before almost effortlessly working their way down to his base.
The next moment was filled with a whirlwind of different emotions as Angelina began enthusiastically sucking him, bobbing her head up and down his shaft with the slightest of ease despite her upside-down position.
Despite his best efforts, a pleasurable moan escaped his lips as her lip lock on his now protruding member intensified with every sensual pump.
Within seconds, her mouth had practically swallowed his entire length whole, and judging by the aroused expression threatening to break through his luchador mask it was certainly more than effective.
Much to the shock of the onlooking spectators, La Dama had used Guerrero's own finishing move against him, exploiting their close proximity to spectacular results.
"Holy shit," Daniel gasped, completely dumbfounded by this undeniably creative counter by the Latina spitfire.
"She calls it the Peso de Muerte," Sam told him grimly, obviously no stranger to the sexfighter's versatile arsenal.
As soon as his knees began buckling, Angelina knew she had him, and with a satisfied purr she began teasing his throbbing tip with her expert tongue just to send further electric shivers up his spine.
Tenderly massaging his balls with her hands just to expedite the process, the dark-haired woman was practically fucking his urethra at this point!
Swearing under his breath, he made one more attempt to pry her loose from his groin, and apparently sensing this La Dama instinctively clamped her legs shut around his neck.
Cinching in a reverse headscissors to the still standing Guerrero, she gave him a powerful squeeze to further reinforce her physical and sexual dominance over him.
"The Kiss of Death."
With a defeated whimper, Saw Guerrero collapsed flat on his back with La Dama still on top of him.
The mountain of the man had been reduced to a groaning mess at the hands, or rather mouth of Angelina Tomas that was still wrapped around his monstrous cock.
Even the crowd was now unequivocally on her side as she quickened the erotic pace of her blowjob, their awe (and arousal) only growing louder with every skillful pump of her mouth down his shaft.
Visibly trembling, Guerrero was now completely paralyzed by pleasure, unable to do little more than whine and moan softly as she finally took him over the edge.
Every muscle in his Herculean physique tensed up as his cock finally exploded in her mouth, much to her audible delight.
Crying out in ecstasy as he fully surrendered to the orgasm she had so easily coaxed out of him, Guerrero's eyes rolled over to the back of his head as her crimson lips slowly released him with a wet pop.
Sitting up with her ass now planted firmly over his face, Angelina flicked her dark hair back before spitting out his cum right over his deflated chest.
Her crimson lips were now streaked with white as she blew a taunting kiss to the camera, victory quite literally written all over her face.
Relishing his soft groans from underneath her shapely bottom, she playfully grinded her cheeks against his facial features as the second, and final bell rung signaling the end of the match.
The crowd absolutely came unglued as the announcer re-entered the ring, holding up her championship belt.
"Your winner of the match...and STILL Champion...LA DAMA!!" he enthused cheerfully, as Angelina slowly stood up off her opponent.
Claiming the title, she held it up proudly with one arm, victoriously parading around the ring with the vanquished Saw Guerrero still whimpering in the wake of his most humiliating orgasm yet.
Soaking in the cheers and chants from her fans, Angelina struck a seductive pose with her title draped across her waist before returning back to her downed opponent.
With a smug grin, she crouched down next to him, softly whispering some taunting words in Spanish with her title brandished just out of his reach.
Then, standing back up, she dominantly planted her bare foot on his face and posed with her title raised.
Facing the camera one last time, La Dama's dark eyes seemed to be staring through the laptop screen at the rookie himself, perhaps as foreshadowing for things to come, before the video finally faded to black.
Taking a minute to fully process what he had just witnessed, Daniel had about a million things to say to his mentor but only five words in particular stood out above the rest.
"We've got work to do."
***
"Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is scheduled for three falls..."
Dan Danger was out first for the match, and upon soaking up the quite positive reaction for him proceeded down the entrance ramp with purpose.
"Danger! Danger! Danger!"
Cracking his knuckles anxiously, he spared a few appreciative smiles towards the considerable number of fans in the front rows chanting his name and even brandishing signs in his favor.
"...and weighing in at 165 pounds, he is... DAN DANGER!" the ring announcer and crowd exclaimed in unison.
Hurrying up the metallic steps, he took a deep breath before entering through the ropes and heading towards the closest turnbuckle.
Striking his now signature pose with both arms raised, he took in the crowd one last time before jumping down and removing his ring jacket.
The female referee stood stoically in the middle of the ring with both hands clasped behind her back as he mentally psyched himself for what was sure to be his toughest (and hopefully not last) challenge yet.
"Stick to the plan, you got this," he told himself again and again, both in his head and aloud as his entrance music continued to blare through the arena.
The anticipation continued to build for the rookie sexfighter, until finally...
"¡Viva La Dama!"
The arena lights dimmed as the Hispanic-sounding voice heralded the arrival of the Lady herself.
A crimson spotlight rained down from the scaffolding as the JumboTron lit up with a close-up shot of Angelina Tomas' alluring face.
Her sultry grin burned into Daniel's mind as the Latina woman herself finally appeared out of the curtain accompanied by a seductive chorus of Latin pop music.
"Introducing his opponent now... previously an undefeated champion in Europe..."
"Undefeated until now," Daniel thought to himself hopefully.
Finally making her presence known, Angelina struck a provocative pose with the almost ethereal glow of the spotlight highlighting her every curve.
Dressed in a sexy black bra and panties combination with matching heels, she suggestively ran a hand down her toned midriff and around her hourglass figure, seemingly casting a spell on the entire arena.
The crowd was drawn to her as if she was a human magnet and judging by the smug smirk on her face Angelina obviously knew that her reputation overseas was clearly not lost in translation.
Even the announcer was briefly distracted by her exotic beauty before finally clearing his throat.
"Hailing all the way from Madrid, Spain, she weighs in at 135 pounds. Now making her official debut here in the SFL, please give it up for..." Pausing for dramatic effect, he then exclaimed, "LA DAMA!!"
The crowd erupted in a pop that easily eclipsed his own, though that was the least of Daniel's worries.
Grinning like the Cheshire cat, Angelina savored her warm reception a moment longer before making her way towards the ring.
Regarding the American audience with amusement, her curvaceous hips swayed to the beat of the song as she finally reached the ring.
Kicking off her high heels on the outside, she reached for the middle ropes and pulled herself up to the ring apron.
Now physically in the same space as La Dama, Daniel found himself slightly intimidated by the aura of sexual power exuding from her.
Leering at her anxious opponent with a predatory smile, she continued to maintain eye contact while entering through the middle rope.
Standing his ground, Daniel refused to shrink from her glare as she sauntered up to him.
Visibly only an inch or two shorter than him, Angelina sized him up within seconds before crossing her arms.
"So, you are my competition tonight, yes?" she spoke in a thick Hispanic accent.
Not deterred by her obviously dismissive tone, Daniel simply answered her back, "I've a huge fan of your work, Angelina. I consider this match an honor."
"As it should be," she mocked him dryly, rolling her eyes towards the referee. "I was told I would be facing someone worthy of my time."
"Well, maybe I can change your mind," he stated in response, swallowing his pride and at least for now, offering his hand towards her. "May the best fighter win, right?"
Glancing down, she regarded his outstretched hand with a hint of curiosity.
"This is a sign of respect here, yes?"
Nodding, a quizzical look played across his face as she looked back up at him.
Before he could say anything else, her expression suddenly grew cold. "I only give my respect when it is earned. You, puta, have not earned anything, much less a match with someone who is most certainly out of your league. But..." Sighing as if she was merely doing him a favor, she continued on, "For my fans, I will entertain them. For you, well..."
Raising one hand up to his face before he could think of a decent enough comeback, she playfully patted his right cheek much to his visibly chagrin.
"I'm sure you will do your best. ¿Sí?" she sneered at him, her voice dripping with condescension as she backed away to allow the referee to step in between them.
Just like last time, the striped official recited the rules of the match, waiting for them to acknowledge what she had just said.
Visibly fuming with the realization that La Dama had just gained the psychological upper hand without even breaking a sweat, Dan Danger quickly contained his emotions as his smug opponent twirled around on her heel and walked to her corner.
