Zoey Jae Oh vs. Camilia Espinosa - Jugar con Fuego

What was with her roundhouse kicks lately?

Seriously, between Eirina catching it out of the air like Mr. Fuckin’ Miyagi and now here with Camilia, she must have been developing some serious ring rust. She needed to start doing some more stretches before these matches.

Like, her opponent looked pretty vulnerable. A nut shot wasn’t something you just shook off. She was fully convinced when she saw that expression on Camilia’s face that she’d be going down with a nice, big, red boot print on her face. Nope. The only person going down was Zoey. Her opponent dived right under it and caught her before she had a chance to get her leg back down, taking her hard to the ground. She banged the back of her head, dizzying her sight for a moment.

That was all the time the mean as hell Mexican needed to straddle her shoulders. By the time Zoey realized exactly what was happening, the first fist was already on its way down. One landed against her jaw, practically splashing one side of her face. Another knocked her temple, putting her into a rapid blinking fit. The rest she couldn't exactly process, but one thing was for sure: they fucking hurt. It was actually so goddamn hard to keep herself going under this barrage.

Just like she promised, Camilia was giving her a taste of the underground. And Jesus fucking Christ was it bitter.

There was always a fine line between enjoyment and just downright violence with matches like these. A fine line between restraint and unchained if you looked hard enough. Camilia st this moment was seeking both negative emotions as her fists pound into the skull of the downed Korean. The rush of her fist against flesh made her spine tingle, there was always a certain feeling when shutting up a big mouth.

With her last thrown punch she lifts herself off the mat, stepping back to check out her handy work. The Latina marveled for a moment before coming back down to earth, this wasn't the time to lose sight on her opponent or let them recover.

” C’mon Perra~. Why don’t you talk big? What happened to your fuego? “ Her questions didn’t need to be answered, nor would she care if they were. The only thing on her mind low was putting Zoey through so much pain that she’d remeber her name.

Leaning down, her fingers slip through their hair, catching a handful as she’d attempt to lift them to their feet. If that much was managed, her boot would aim for their stomach to curl them over and leave them open for her to bring into her thighs for a set up if shebso choose or perhaps even a head scissor.

Oh thank fucking God, she stopped. Granted, that wouldn’t mean much in the long run. It didn’t make the pain go away, and it probably wouldn’t stop her face from looking like a plum a few hours from now. But Camilia stopped punching her, and that was all she could have asked for.

Now there was just the problem of getting back to life. Despite the occasional twitch and blink of her eye, Zoey was still quite thoroughly out of it. Her vision still needed to come back into alignment and her head felt like it was being held back by a sea anchor. Even when her opponent yanked her back up by her raven locks, it was hard to keep herself upright. She needed to get her mind back in the game.

Camilia’s boot turned out to be a pretty decent wake-up call. Her gut was still recovering from her last match. She could eat again, but her body was clearly still making some last minute repairs on the long road to recovery. The underground fighter, in one swift movement, brought that progress crawling back a good couple weeks. The next thing she knew, the Korean was being shoved between a pair of strong legs. They weren’t squeezing just yet. Just holding her there, letting Zoey realize the situation she was in before the trap fell. She was just left looking at the floor, unable to anything.

Except talk.

“Kick back...on the quesadillas, fat thighs.”

Those were going to be her last words, huh?

With all that had happened and the Korean locked between her rather thick thighs, she still found it hilarious that they could continue to run their mouth, even in this position. Though she guessed only stereotypes was thebthing her mouth could spew. She tightens her hold on her opponents head, a good squeeze to remind her where she was and what could very well happen.

Camilia leans over them, her raging prescenes looming over as her hands snake down their shoulders. Her fingers find their mark the crook of their elbows; hooking them swiftly and bringing them up toward her. In the depths of her mind, she couldn’t bring herself to rebuke any pain she’d cause them, they’d stepped over many lines tonight with the Latina and nothing would save her from La Toro Blanca.

With a malicious grin, her lips part ”I hope you don’t mind taking a little nap, Chica. Maybe it’ll shut up that big mouth of yours.“

Camilia would attempt to bend her knees, to help her in the effort to lift up the Korean girl, if she were successful and managed to get them up without any issue she’d fall to her knees, their head hitting the mat.

Holy shit, that was all muscle?

Zoey had been fussing around in between Camilia’s thighs the whole time the woman prepared for her next move. She thought she felt herself coming free for a half a second there. Her legs were strong, she could feel that much, but there was also a bit of slack here and there. The natural body fat that stayed with anyone that wasn’t a complete fitness freak. She wormed her head between those soft spots and tried to push her way out.

Then she started applying the pressure, and Zoey realized just how dead wrong she was. Those soft spots went rigid in an instant, constricting around her head and grating her jaw. Camilia probably could have put her to sleep if she was so inclined to wait a minute or two.

But she didn’t want to wait to tear into her opponent, clearly. She took Zoey straight up off the ground and she barely had a moment to scream before her face splashed against the canvas. She cursed, but it came out all muffled with her lips still pressed firmly to the floor.

Her brain felt like it was taking cartwheels inside of her skull. She stirred ever so slightly beneath the underground fighter as she waited for her senses to come rushing back to her. Had this been any later in the match, people may have been convinced that Zoey was down for the count. But they knew better by now. The Korean-American was a tenacious sort. It’d take more than that to bring her down.

In the back of her mind Camilia knew that this was too early to put Zoey down, the energy she could feel from them before they met the canvas told her all she needed to know. They wait for a second, listening intently, a smile growing in her as she finally found her efforts weren’t wasted, she found silence.

Although that fact made her proud there was still more to do, The Korean-American was still far from finished and that was just fine by her. She appreciated the tenacious sort, it’s be no fun at all if opponents didn’t at least try to give it their all.

Running her hands through her mane, she wipes what little beads of sweat had began to form. They figured that they’d stayed in this position long enough and it was time to get back to work. If this match told her anything, it was that she could count on having to apply this kind of pressure just to hold the advantage.

Camilia would attempt to take her place on their back, her arms finding their target, her right runs underneath to lock up her throat while her left locks up her right, adding momentum to her hold. If she were successful this far, the Latina would lean back, hoping to end up on her back so that her legs could wrap around Zoey’s waist for a body scissors to add to her chokehold.

”Let’s here that spunk now, chica.” It wasn’t like her to taunt opponents but for them in particular? she’d make an exception.

Something was happening. Zoey was denied the privilege of being able to know what exactly, what with her face making out with the floor, but something was about to come next.

She could feel her snaking around on her back, working some angle. If her impression of underground fighting was anything like she’d seen in the movies, her ground game was going to be dangerous. The TKD chick may have been inclined to crawl out from under her, but her nearly smashed in head was giving her motor functions some problems. She was stuck for the time being.

At least Camilia had been a bit merciful letting Zoey ride out the pain for a moment. That and letting the crowd get their quips in. Yeah, they were getting a kick out of this. Zoey probably would have too if she were looking from the outside. This was quite possibly the fastest she’d been floored ever since joining AFW.

It wasn’t long before the Mexican fighter was putting those pythons back to work. An arm snaked around her neck, yanking her up and over and right into a pair of body scissors. She lt out a nasty croak as she stared up at the ceiling, one hand going to the arm choking her out and the other to the legs crushing her to death. She did her best to get some breathing room, but was fading fast. Faster than she would have liked.

Camilia grunts as her back hits the mat, having successfully planted Zoey in her hold she’d refuse to let go, the underground had taught her that much and it was a lesson she felt necessary to pass on. The sound the TKD babe made was a bit alarming but she wouldn’t let up, that’s be a sign of restraint and right now? She didn’t have an ounce.

Her breaths became ragged as she gave them every bit of her discontent, it felt good to put them down in their place but even from a sadistic standpoint the outlook was definitely something to behold. Their red gaze focuses on their struggle, fading fast but too fast. That wouldn’t do at all, the Latina was far from done teaching this puta what for.

The mercy in her relents allowing her so breathing room to come back to earth, it wouldn’t be any fun to have things over without properly showing her how terrifying she could be. Keeping lock on the hold her arms loosen ever so slightly, she supposed that this much was enough to breathe but still enough to keep her subjugated.

Her legs on the other hand, kept their relentless hold. Just because she allowed them to breathe didn’t mean she was done exposing them to the pain her past could being. Camilia’s toned legs squeeze Zoey, her muscles tightening to show its force and crush into them as if splitting them in two. Her lust for fighting had begun to seep in, pulling her deeper, it was a cruel feeling but one she’d willingly accept.

Was this seriously going to be her fastest match to date? They couldn’t have been brawling for more than a good five minutes, and Zoey was already on her way out the door. Come on. She even did a whole speech and everything.

Didn’t change anything, either way. She was losing it. Limbs failing. Vision dimming.

So...floaty...like...air…

Just as she was about to pass over, the hold around her throat unwrapped. Mercy? She’d never taken Camilia to be the type. Zoey went wide eyed and tried to look over her shoulder down at the woman, maybe get a glimpse into just what exactly she was thinking. Too bad she hadn’t realized the scissors were still in place.

Camilia increased the torque. And if Zoey thought those legs had been bad before, they were nothing compared to the pressure she was feeling now. She couldn’t have imagined that the underground fighter was holding back, but that was undeniably the case. And there was so much goddamn pain to be had.

“Jesus...fuck…” Fuck this. She wanted out.

Zoey dug her nails into the woman’s thigh, raking the skin on both legs. Not exactly a foolproof method, but honestly she just wanted to get out from between these pythons. Even if the grip on her throat was gone, it didn’t mean she couldn’t blackout. Those legs were doing a damn good job of pushing out more oxygen than she was getting. At least this hold was a bit easier to manage, even if it did feel like she was being crushed in a trash compactor.

Sensing the return of Zoey, she felt a hint of joy fill her depths, it was good to have her back but of course that joy only came with the fulfillment of more pain to be brought upon. Oh she could do so much but why the rush? She had plenty of time to crush her. Herblegs continued to hug tightly, she’d didnt plan on letting that loose just yet but this was so damn good, so good!

The sudden sting in her thighs brought Camilia down from her sadistic euphoria, she grit her teeth, as their nails dig in and rake at her thighs flesh. A slight grittedbintake of breath catches in her throat, perhaps this was the indication she needed to let go and continue her brutal beatdown like she had planned, though not yet.

With one last tight squeeze her python legs would uncurl and release them from her hold, they’d roughky shove them away as they’d get to their feet, her fingers brushing over her thigh to wipe the few stands of blood coating her legs. Her red gaze full of malicious intent met Zoey. If the they were still trying to recover she’d pick them up to their feet, steadying them for the next portion of her plan.

Had she not fully recovered or even pulled a trick to save herself Camilia would attempt to plant a firm boot to her stomach, the Bull was raring to go and she wouldn’t stop until something made her stop.