To Wrangle a Reaper: Maria Castillo vs Liz Page

Maria's whole body jerked as Liz not too kindly shoved her tonto her stomach with her foot, leaving the veteran crawling on all fours with a soft groan. Her opponent's words were echoes of all her previous opponents, both victorious in their goal to dethrone her, and in defeat.

Her breathing was morphing into a sharp hiss when her hair was brutally yanked up, bringing her to her knees before the cowgirl scooped her up and stretched her poor spine, much to the enjoyment of the crowd! Maria cried out in pain, trying to grab and pull her opponent's arm off her, body bucking and struggling all the while!

Liz could feel the woman writhing and struggling on her broad shoulders, one hand twisted in her dark hair while the other firmly gripped her inner thigh. The big American let out another mocking laugh as she walked a slow circle around the ring with her prey. "That's right, wiggle. The audience likes that." She gave the luchador a cruel little bounce before her grip shifted, relieving her of the painful arching but replacing it with something potentially worse.

With a groan of effort she set a hand between Maria's shoulder blades and another under her ass and lifted her up off of her shoulders. Slowly and steadily she elevated the champion above her head and up farther still. With a final growl and a shove she extended her arms up fully to hold Maria high above the mat. And then with another little bounce she step forward and simple let her drop.

Every bounce made Maria scream even louder, the jeers and cheers of the crowd mixing into one unintelligible bubble of noise that she couldn't make heads or tails of in her pained state. Around and around Liz went, parading her body like a fresh kill from a hunter, soaking in that sense of superiority she apparently held over the veteran, no matter how hard she struggled.

The sudden lift momentarily made her gasp, marveling at Page's strength as she was lifted high off the ground in an impressive military press! The final shove brought about that familiar weightless feeling, making her eyes widen as she fell down....down....down...

*WHAM!*

Her spine slammed har into the mat, making her bounce once to land on her side, eyes glazed over as she now lay facing Lily, while Liz was being bathed in cheers and boos alike!

At ringside, Lily was excited to see one of her girls really getting to show off and the audience seemed to be loving it. At her heart she was a soft-style wrestler and watching stiff matches from so close was always a little difficult for her to bear. Perhaps it was just her instinct to help people who were hurting, she'd much rather they were screaming in pleasure than pain. With her elbows on the apron she would watch Maria with sympathetic eyes, her chin resting in one palm. This would not be how she would chose to get crushed in the ring, usually.

Liz, however, was less soft and compassionate than her manager. Not giving the luchador any time to recover the cowgirl would come back around to place a bare foot on the small of Maria's back. Stooping down she gripped the woman by the wrists, pulling up on her arms and shoulders in a slow, hard stretch. "Aw, c'mon now, darlin. Ya aren't worn out already, are ya? I'm just gettin' warmed up!"

Maria gave a small roll onto her stomach, facing Lily and giving a small groan of discomfort. She was used to this, in all seriousness. She was more than capable of working stiff if she had to, as many women would do ANYTHING to make sure the Reaper wasn't getting up before the count of 3. Her head rose ever so slightly, blurry eyes making contact with Lily and give a more reassuring smile.

The attempt was stalled when Liz roughly planted a foot on her battered spin, wrists snagged as she was pulled up in a pretty gnarly surfboard stretch! Her bones groaned from the pressure, and Maria was forced up, facing Liz's manager without mercy! The pain was there, with the luchadora gritting her teeth, making herself wince every now and then.

As she and Lily stared though, Maria felt this strange, alien urge inside her. The urge to just...let go. Let go and say something she never imagined.....I give up. Even her lips moved, almost uttering those forbidden words, and it was only through her own will she kept herself from going past, "I-I-aaaagh....."

The thought shocked her to her core, that she'd even think of submitting in such a stiff match....but the thought was there, all the same, and Lily had a front row seat to that moment of confidence cracking.

Lily absently bit her bottom lip as she watched Maria struggle and strain beneath Liz's foot, her body forced into a painful arch. While she normally left media up to the professionals, which she is not, she felt a strange desire to capture this moment. Sadism wasn't normally her style, but there was something beautiful about Maria's agony. So she fished her phone out of her clutch and took a few stunning pictures of the faltering fighter. She even turned around to get one kissy-face selfie at ringside with Maria's torment as the backdrop.

Within the ring, Liz wrenched on the luchador's limbs, encouraged by the half formed words pried from the woman's lips. But the old lady was stubborn and held on to hope. Sure, she could keep Maria here all day until she cracked, or her shoulders dislocated, but the audience would be bored by then. Entertainment first, competition second. Releasing her hold on the Azteca Champion's arms, Liz stomped down hard to on her shoulders to squash her chest flat against the canvas. "Hope you smiled for the camera." She teased as she loomed over her victim, deciding just how to break her next.

Maria just barely registered the look in Lily's eyes as she fished out a phone, and the audible click of the camera made her face flush with embarrassment. She knew what this was, obviously. Lily taking press photos of her own client being dominant...and photos of Maria being laid out and in peril.

Liz had given one more brutal yank on Maria's arms, painfully stretching the muscles almost to the breaking point!!! Just when she thought this was almost unbearable, a boot planted itself on her back, and SLAMMED her chest and face first into the canvas! The impact made her momentarily black out, laying limp between Liz's legs!

Liz stared down at Maria's still and silent form with grim satisfaction that she had utterly destroyed her opponent. Oh, but she wasn't done with her yet, there was still some fun left to be milked from this situation. Once more the giantess stooped down, this time grabbing firm hold of the back of Maria's costume and heaving her up off of the canvas. Was there a chance of tearing a seam this way, of course. Did Liz care if she "accidentally" stripped Maria, not in the least. Regardless she would not hold the woman up long, but hang her head and shoulders over the middle rope just above Lily's head.

With her dazed prey posed upon the ropes Liz backed up to the center of the ring and with a few bounding strides rushed back in to throw a leg over Maria's shoulder. The big American's hips would come crashing down on the Luchador's back, the leg over the rope letting her bounce and ride out a cruel choke. "Whew, I should call this Eight Seconds of Glory!" But she wouldn't, because the officials would not let her choke an opponent for a full eight seconds. She would, however, proceed until the ref signaled her to let the woman breath.

It took a good moment or two for the luchadora to stir, feeling the tightness of her top as Liz was pulling the material to get the limp form of her up onto the second rope. Her arms dangled helplessly beneath her as she felt her neck being draped over the tightly wound coil that circled the ring.

A thunderous flurry of steps, and suddenly a massive weight slammed into her back! The hit drove the rope into her throat, cutting off any airflow and making her eyes widened in horror behind her mask! She gripped the middle rope, looking pleadingly at Lily as the ref administered the five count, "Hey hey hey let her go! No rope holds!"

Maria would stare down into the large, dark eyes of Lily who could only make the 'hand on her heart' gesture to express her sympathy as the woman was choked and battered against the ropes. One might have gotten the impression that Lily's presence here was not just to get a better look at Maria in action, but to also maybe reel Liz back from working a bit too stiff. She didn't want any hospitalizations or worse on her conscience. For now she left her camera-phone down, her eyes locked onto the luchador for signs she was in legitimate danger or distress. Lily was all for playing rough, but she'd been in the ring with some real monsters before, even woke up in the hospital herself once. Minor reconstructive surgery hadn't help her finances any.

At the ref's chiding Liz gave a final bounce and swung her leg back over the rope and let Maria slump back fully inside of the ring. She allowed the clearly exhausted woman only a moment to catch her breath, mostly because Lily was giving her that look that said "please, be careful", but that only bought her a moment. Once that small charity had passed the timing for breathing was over again and Liz reached out to wrap two powerful hands around Maria's pretty little neck and lift her up above her head once again. For only a few seconds she would take the second hand away, struggling to keep Maria up one handed, but she wanted that good photo op, before spiking her down hard to the canvas and planting a bare foot on her chest in a triumphant "pin".