Minerva vs Gato Blanco

Minerva couldn’t help but giggle coldly as Gato cried out and writhed about in her clutches. He was making such wonderful noises, and it was all music to her ears. Although, someone didn’t seem to be enjoying it quite as much as she was. A glance to the side, and she noticed how worried Holly seemed to be.

“What’s the matter, darling? Not fond of seeing your man’s head between another woman’s legs?” She giggled again, and shook her hips to add further insult to injury. “Don’t worry, dear. Once I’m finished playing with him, I’ll be glad to give you a turn too~”

Her attention then quickly turned back to Blanco, who was now bucking up and bridging his body. The more he elevated himself, the more awkward it was for Minerva to keep her legs locked around his head and neck. She held on for as long as she could. But once it became evident he was going to slip out, she finally released the headscissor and rolled away, then picked herself back up to her feet.

Minerva's giggling burned in Blanco's ears, as he tried to compose himself. Blanco rolled out from between Minerva's toned legs, the second she allowed it. Shoulders heaving, the luchador found himself breathing hard. The leg scissor was simple enough, but somehow it had taken more out of him than a usual wrestling hold. Now, feeling weak at the knees, the masked wrestler was finding himself struggling to stand up, for the moment.

Fortunately, perhaps, Minerva's attention seemed divided. Holly gasped, as the sultry Chinese-Danish noblewoman turned her gaze toward the Brit and taunted her. Holly's cheeks flushed red at the boldness of Minerva's comments. Her shock quickly turned to rage, as Holly's eyes narrowed, biting her lip nervously as Minerva threatened her directly.

"D-don't even try it, you!" Holly said, doing her best to sound tough. The Brit turned her gaze toward Blanco, finally pulling himself up to his feet. Holly rested a hand on her ample cleavage, trying to calm her pounding heart.

Blanco was just as taken aback by this. Beneath the mask, Blanco's face burned. Minerva had just kept him humiliatingly locked down under her thighs, and now she was threatening Holly, down at ringside! Pushing himself up to his feet, Blanco braced himself, and prepped for a hard strike while his sultry opponent was, hopefully, still distracted. Keeping things simple, Blanco stepped forward- hoping his wobbly legs wouldn't slow him down too badly- and thrust forward with a straight kick, aimed square for Minerva's head!

Laughter burst from Minerva’s lips at Holly’s attempt to show some semblance of defiance toward her. She got an A for effort, but the redness in her pretty face, the shake in her voice and the fear in her eyes all betrayed her. Minerva could read her like a book, and it made her want to play with the frightened girl all the more.

But while she was paying attention to Holly, Blanco was slowly gathering his bearings. After the thrashing Minerva had given him so far, she wasn’t sure exactly how long he’d be down. But it seemed she’d overestimated the amount of time she’d have for gloating. And as soon as she turned her attention back toward the luchador, his boot slammed right into her perfect face with an intense impact!

“Gah!” the Danish royalty cried out as the kick knocked her right off her feet, and dropped her right down to the mat! Dazed from the blow, she rolled onto her hands and knees and started trying to push herself up. But even as she moved, Minerva was still trying to shake off the cobwebs and unscramble her brain.

A resounding "SMACK" echoed through the AFW arena, as Blanco's boot skipped off of Minerva's skull. The crowd sounded appreciative, as a low "oooh" went through the stands. Blanco watched his sultry opponent drop, the curvaceous dominatrix suddenly looking far less intimidating as she fell to the mat. He saw her trying to crawl back upright, however, and realized that there wouldn't be much time for him to appreciate the sight of the Danish/Chinese noblewoman being felled.

Holly, however, was relishing this turn of events. "YES!" she squealed, her reddened face widening into a grin. The British Bombshell leapt upward in excitement, her ample bosom nearly popping out of her top as she hopped up and down! Things were finally going her way in this match, and Holly could barely contain herself!

Taking a deep breath, Blanco sized up the situation. His heart was pounding. The luchador had faced female opponents before, but none had gotten under his skin the way that Minerva had. Blanco's tights were doing nothing to conceal how worked up the match had gotten him, unfortunately. Shaking his head, he only knew he had to press on. Hopefully, at ringside, Holly wouldn't notice. The luchador stepped in toward Minerva, as she scrambled for her feet, and he reached out to take hold of her shoulders with both hands. The luchador hoisted the woman up to her feet, "helping" her upward with a hard knee to her soft chest. As he lifted her, Blanco reached out and clasped his hand around her inner thigh. Slowly, he was putting her into position for a fisherman's suplex, a move that would hoist Minerva's vulnerable body up and over him, keeping her trapped in his arms, and then hopefully bring her crashing down hard to the mat!

The blink of an eye. That’s all the time it takes for momentum to change hands in a fight. The kick had caught Minerva completely off guard in a split second moment of defenselessness. And now the dominant queen was the one down, and the luchador who had only moments ago been squirming in agony between Minerva’s legs was the one faced with a golden opportunity.

And clearly that wasn’t going to be wasted. Minerva was dragged up to her feet, then wrapped up in the arms of Gato, and a second later the world seemed to spin around her as she was flipped over and slammed down with the fisherman suplex.

“Gah!” Minerva gasped at the rough impact with the mat. The one downside of hitting such a move on her would be that Gato’s “excitement” would be pretty plainly visible for a moment. But at least Minerva wasn’t in any position to see it. Oh how she’d used that to shame and humiliate the masked man if she did come to notice.

Blanco could hear the rising voices of the fans, as he hoisted Minerva into the air with the fisherman's suplex. It was a power move, one that Blanco hopes would take a heavy toll on Minerva's body and possibly take the wind out of her sails. But, it was a desperation move, as well.

Lying flat on his back, the luchador hoped that he'd managed to knock the wind out of Minerva's sails, some. His broad chest heaved, as he lay back, catching his breath. The fans were cheering on the reversal of fortune, as Blanco caught his breath.

At ringside, Holly was cheering louder than most. However, looking at her man in the ring, Holly couldn't help but notice the pronounced bulge in his tights. Holly's brow furrowed, a bit, but she continued to clap. It was involuntary, she told herself. Gato Blanco was too dedicated a wrestler- and a partner- to let his judgement slip. Still, the Brit couldn't help but let some jealousy fester ...

Back in the ring, Blanco knew he couldn't let his opponent rest for too long. Rolling over, Blanco took Minerva by the wrist. As he got into a seated position, the masked wrestler would take Minerva by the ankle, and plant both boots at the small of her back. If she wasn't able to pry herself free, the Danish/Chinese dominatrix would find herself stretched tortuously in a bow and arrow hold!

"Let's see how you like it," Blanco said, as he struggled to get her into position, "being on the receiving end! Still feeling pretty dominant, are you?"

While Minerva was trying to recover from the pain of the suplex, she couldn’t help but hear small outbursts of laughter coming from various patches of the crowd. She grit her teeth and growled in annoyance at the thought that these fools dared to have the audacity to laugh at her misfortune! Little did she know that in reality, they were laughing about the noticeable arousal of her opponent.

The Dane was just starting to try to push herself up when Gato was on her once again, grabbing onto her wrist and ankle. Before she could do anything to stop the luchador, a pair of boots planted against her spine and she found herself being bent back over them.

“Aaghh!!” she cried out at the pain that began to surge intensely in her back. Her free arm and leg flailed about, trying to reach out toward the ropes. “Sh-shut your mouth!” she barked at her foe while she continued trying to squirm toward the ropes. As much as the hold hurt her, she damn sure wasn’t going to submit so long as she could still help it. She reached her free leg out as far as she could, enduring the extra pain that inflicted while her other leg was being pulled the opposite direction, and tried to get the toe of her boot onto the rope to force Blanco to release his hold.

The boot being on the other foot, now, Gato Blanco was enjoying the chance to crank up the domination on Minerva. "Lots of great options to submit, from here," he teased. At ringside, however, Holly's excitement seemed to outmatch anyone's in the arena.

"Take it to her, mister!" Holly said, walking right up to the edge of the ring. Leaning forward, draping her ample bosom on the ring apron as she went for a closer look, Holly took in every moment of Minerva's misery. The fear that was in Holly's eyes moments ago was now completely gone!

"And good luck shutting his mouth, slag," Holly teased, winking at Blanco, "I haven't been able to do that much for years! Don't think you have much chance!"

Blanco took his boot hard to Minerva's back, but as she bucked and struggled, he knew he wasn't going to get absolute control. Slowly, the exotic dominatrix was working her way to the ropes. Blanco could only hope to do as much damage as possible, before she got there.

Inevitably, however, she did. There was no way Minerva was submitting this early. And, in the true spirit of tecnico wrestling, Blanco released the hold the second the ref began the count. Holly pouted in reply to his sportsmanship, but Blanco simply rolled backward, standing back up on his boots. "Whoops," Blanco muttered, quickly settling into a low wrestling stance- a move that made him look ready to resume the contest, and hopefully did something to hide his growing physical "excitement" as the match continued ...