Masked Priest gets in the lead

Diabla and Masked Priest circle each other and Diabla charges at Priest, but Priest dodges.

Priest charges but Diabla dodges out of the way.

Diabla then turns and does a flying kick but Priest dodges out of the way. Diabla then turns and sees Priest coming at her with a clothesline.

She ducks under and is about to go for the ropes when Priest grabs her by the tail and pulls her over to him.

Priest then puts her head lock. Diabla struggles while Priest's free hand slowly goes down her body.

"I always found you attractive." Priest says squeezing Diabla's breasts through her latex suit.

"The mystery, the sexiness that you exclude."

Diabla groans from Priest pinching her nipple.

His hand then slowly goes down to her pussy and he starts to rub it making Diabla groan even louder.

"I always wonder what was under the mask. What does a woman who is so free looks like under it."

"Uhh! Yes! Faster! Faster! Mios Dios!" Diabla moans while Priest's hand goes faster against Diabla's pussy.

"But I realize I don't care."

He then spins her around and looks her in the eye, "I like you just the way you are."

He then kisses her. Both of their tongues entangled for a minute before they break away, leaving everyone spotless, and slightly more wet and horny then before, including the ref.

Priest and Diabla smile at each other before Priest foot jabs Diabla in the stomach and puts her head under his arm and lifts up in the air before falling back and slamming her to the mat.

He then goes for the pin.

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2..

Diabla breaks the pin and Diabla slides out from Priest.

Both of the breathing heavily. Priest smiles, "Forgot this was wrestling match? I know I did for a minute."

Diabla just smiles as both of them look each other in the eyes. Their partners raising their hands for a tag.