Zoey Jae Oh vs. Camilia Espinosa - Jugar con Fuego

Zoey wasn’t sure if she’d crawled faster away from anything else in her life. There were plenty of moments when she was down and nearly out, needing to make some distance in a hurry. Not like being on the ground was a foreign concept to her.

But there was something about a fiery Latina screaming at your from behind that made the situation all the worse. For all Zoey cared, she was scurrying away from a pack of vicious hounds nipping away at her heels with every step she took away from her. Her hackles stood up on end as she noticed her taking under the apron after the Korean-American. Helped the motivation that.

“Nah, I’m good! Thanks!”

She thought she had made some decent distance up until she felt the woman snatch for her heel. By coincidence, or maybe not, she’d clutched the foot attached to the bad leg, the one that had been acquainted with a steel chair two seconds ago. A flare of pain shot up the extremity as the Latina pulled back on it roughly, sending Zoey’s mind into overdrive as she was yanked out from underneath the ring inch by inch.

She needed a way out of this and she needed it now. Her hands scrambled left and right for some instant fix to this situation. Her fingertip found one off to the side, just in time as the predator at her foot yanked her into range. When Camilia yanked her out, she’d be staring down the long end of a sturdy 2x4.

“Fuck off!”

She swung it fast and she swung it hard, aiming for straight for Camilia’s pretty little face. Maybe giving her another scar to tout around might make her think twice about messing with Zoey. Or, at least, wipe that death glare off her face.

”Tch, fine, want to make this a game of gato y el ráton? Just you wait.” she couldn’t contain herself, in all honesty she just wanted to beat them down and continue to beat them down until they were out cold or the referee was prying her away.

With her grip solid on their heel she’d yank them out, should she have done it faster? Maybe, the pace was exactly what Zoey would need if she weren’t looking for a way out but Camilia was far too invested in making this way more frightening, she wanted them to fear her.

The assault was just about to begin until she heard those words, the words telling her to basically back off and then the splintering throbbing coming from her forehead, the sudden shock sent her down toward the barricade.

A warm, runny sensation ran down her face, she’d felt this before but it couldn’t be..it was. Her fingers ran up toward the wound and found the fresh life source oozing from it. Camilia could only see red, her brain attempting to force itself back in motion as well as her aching body but she was far too gone for reason. The 2x4 now within her sight and the splash of blood, her blood upon its surface.

She began to hyperventilate with rage, her nostrils flaring as she used the barricade to get to her feet. ”You’re fucking dead....you hear me?! You’re fucking dead!” as luck would have it the chair she had tossed away was only a few feet from her. If she were able, she’d approach it if Zoey wasn’t on her feet.

The cool metal again in her hands, the Latina having the sick idea to beat the girl to death by why do that when you could humiliate her? As she approaches them, Camilia would look to faze the TKD babe, her mind settled on getting the audience involved and furthering her decent into heelism.

She’d attempt to bash the plank of wood from their hands if that were accomplished she’d hold up the chair feinting it’s drop before ramming her foot under their chin if she were still on her back.

Blood didn’t scare Zoey. She’d seen her fair share of it both in and out of the ring, but nothing about it really phased her. The scariest moment she could remember was back in third grade, when she fell off the swing and Ms. Tillotson had to bring her to the nurse’s office. She considered those days long behind her, though.

Camilia, though? She was a phobia just waiting to happen.

When she swung the board at her, Zoey was just kind of expecting her to be dazed for a few moments. Try and get her to back off and maybe even knock her out if she was lucky enough. And that kind of happened...until she saw the blood. Until they both saw the blood. Then Zoey could practically hear the chains of Hell break loose beneath her.

“Bring it bitch, bring it!”

Preparing herself was one thing. Not getting murdered was another. Camilia came at her with fire in her eyes, picking up the chair and stomping right over before Zoey could even sniffle. She brought the board up to defend herself. That went about as well as expected.

She brought the chair down and the steel actually tore through the thing. Zoey’s eyes widened as she now held on two separate wooden blocks which she gave a quick glance each. Must have been made out of fucking balsa wood.

The idea came to her to throw them at Camilia, but she only got so far at that as the woman faked her out. She went to throw it at as a counter, but a rough boot to the jaw knocked her flat on her back and the pieces out of her hands. She looked up at the ceiling, wide-eyed and seeing stars.

“...brought it.”

Her expression was hardened, she didn’t express a smile of joy at her handiwork nor did she spout any dribble to flaunt over her opponent. No, she was beyond that, if anything she was just ready to end this girl’s misery and have her out of her hair.

The warm sensation across her face still dripped and ran down her cheek. Nothing short of another insult the TKD babe had thrown her way but another she wouldn’t forgive or let go unpunished. Her mind withdrew to the plan she had formulated before, glancing at the roaring audience before shifting back to Zoey.

This is when she cracked her smile, Camilia couldn’t help but do so. Leaning over them she’d grab hold of their arm attempting to yank them to their feet. If they were compliant, she’d immediately twist their arm behind their back, locking it tight in a hammerlock. Her free hand runs through the black locks once more, grabbing a handful to steady them if the motions went unchallegened.

With a swift hank and shove, she’d pull their body toward the barricade thrusting her face over the limits toward the crowd. ”Listen up people! Here’s where you get to join in on the fun, I’m taking this bitch on a one way trip to black outsville, I want you guys to slap her as hard as fucking possible!” She’d bellow, offering her to the first participant.

Manners and all had left the building, mercy was now just an empty thought. The audience member hesitated, unsure if they could but the Latina was losing her patience. ”If you’re not gonna do it then move outta the way.” she growls. It seemed that was all the motivation they’d need as they drew their hand back to smack the hell out of the poor girl. ”Hell Yeah!” she exclaims, guiding the girl along the rift of the ring for the readied hands.

Alright. She may have underestimated this woman a bit. Not just in her strength. Zoey could see all of that from the outset, from the impressive abs to the long, muscular legs that told her this fight could be anything but east. What she didn’t account for was her bloodlust. Her utter ruthlessness when you pressed the right buttons and her seemingly endless capacity for violence. Now she knew why she Camilia was fine with this being a hardcore match. It was where she felt most at home. And Zoey realized it much too late.

She messed with the bull, now she was getting the horns.

When Camilia forced her up to her feet, she was barely even able to stand on her own. She wasn’t even acutely aware of what was going on at the moment. What her opponent was saying, or why the crowd seemed to be getting so amped up by it, but her instincts were telling her that it wasn’t going to be anything good.

She hated when she was right. The first slap could have been considered a mercy from the average observer. It was light and just barely got a reaction out of the half-awake Korean girl, beyond a slight moan and couple slow eye blinks. Camilia wasn’t satisfied with that, clearly. She was on the warpath, and blood demanded blood. The next slap that came snapped Zoey back to her senses, putting her in a rapid blinking fit as her head shook from side to side.

“What, what, what?”

The next thing she knew, the Latina was pushing her down the aisle like a kid with a shopping cart. A long, seemingly endless hell of slaps, smacks, and the occasional punch to the face graced the right side of Zoey’s face. It seemed like an eternity passed before she reached the end of it, and when she finally did, she took in as much air as she possibly could.

Except Camilia wasn’t done. Far from it. This twisted bitch didn’t just want Zoey beaten, didn’t just want her humiliated. She wanted her crushed. From one barricade, it was on to the next for another round of slappage, then the next, then the next, rounding all three sides to the ring before they finally ended in front of the ramp. By the end of it, Zoey wasn’t able to stand of her own power. Her face was a bruised and bloody mess, one side flame red, yet riddled with blemishes all over with a busted bottom lip that ran a small trail of blood down her chin. She was limp in the underground fighter’s grip and practically out cold again. The occasional lull of her head was the only indication she gave that she was still alive.

To say her bloodlust was satisfied with the sudden turn out would be a lie, it was more than that, maybe even deep down grateful. Camilia had only thought to let one side in on the action but when it came right down to it she said “EVERYONE” and that basically what had just happened, an arena full of ready onlookers came to slap, smack or even punch the TKD babe.

In hindsight, the Latina may come to regret her decisions later when she’d see it later but right now her mind and anger focused solely on Zoey. What could she do next? What exactly hadn’t been done already? These thoughts flooded in to the bull on a mission.

She cocks a grin as she pulls the Korean back toward her, she could see the flaming red cheek, the limp posture in her grip. Maybe it was time to end this, the woman was far to gone to really feel any other pain Camilia could inflict and no point in wasting an opportunity where theboponent was barely conscious.

Her hand retreats from her black locks, letting their head drop if it couldn’t stay up of her own volition. She’d then release her and let them slump down toward the ramp, there wasn’t any reason to bring her into the ring for this, honestly, at this point, it didn’t serve a purpose.

They look down, her red pools taking in such a mess, a mess that she had caused, showing just how violent and capable the Bull was. This match had brought her home and she hoped that this was an indication of why you never mess with the bull. With that out of the way, the Latina would place her boot firmly over their chest, they weren’t getting down there to properly pin them, no, she didn’t feel they deserved that much.

”Looks like you were all talk, puta. I guess your fuego wasn’t as hot as mine,quedarse abajo y no levantarse nuevamente.” She states as the ref begins the count from the ring.

”ONE!”

There was faint moaning she was hearing in the background that seemed to get louder with each passing moment. She felt heavy, like she was sinking lower and lower, in absolute agony. The sound was distorted, faint and loud at the same time. What were they? Cries of the damned? Did la diabla seriously just send her to the underworld?

Close. Her eyes peaked open a second later and Zoey found herself staring up at the mad bitch herself, sneering down at her with her boot on her chest. She gritted her teeth, trying to push herself back up, maybe getting an inch off the ground before her body collapse back underneath her.

Of course, she wasn't quite far gone enough that Camilia’s words were lost on her. It was exactly what she expected this cunt to be saying in her final moments of glory, after having other people finish the job she couldn’t do herself. Zoey was completely of a mind to get back up and shove this boot on her so far up this woman’s ass she wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a month. Her body had other ideas, though.

Her strength was fading and fading fast. The first count passed, and Zoey still hadn’t moved. Had barely even blinked aside from the pained glare she was forcing herself to throw at the Latina.

“...fuck…”

TWO!

“...you.”

THREE!

The bell rang out, cementing Camilia’s debut as a victory along with it. Hell, it may have even been more than that. A total washout by the audience’s account. A complete thrashing that didn’t even leave her with the dignity of a proper pin in the end.

Not that Zoey was focusing on any of that. She was already gone. Her eyes closed and momentarily accepting the reality in front of her. Then, she’d plot a comeback of her own. She’d watch, she’d learn, then she’d get even with this bull-headed prima donna. One day.

The first count slowly brings the bull back to her senses, her head literally pounding at this point from the smack with the 2x4 earlier, the red liquid still seeping from the slight gash. Not of that mattered now, she was on top of the world with her debut slowly coming to a close.

She had literally squashed her opponent, the other literally underfoot as the count continued to ring out, Camilia honestly thought this would’ve been a harsh match, both taking heavy blows just barely managing to stand but that was only of them tonight.

With the bell ringing across the arena, it sealed the deal on her first victory in the AFW, she felt proud but a tinge of empathy for the bloody mess at her feet. Perhaps she overdid it but they had it coming, running their mouth, provoking her? Oh she definitely had it coming.

Removing her boot she squats beside the TKD babe, her expression had softened after the bell and decent. She outstretched her hand patting their face as they had done earlier to her ”Fuck you too bitch, let me know when you want your ass handed to you again.” as the medics ran down to assist them, the Latina brushed them off, she wasn’t as severely injured as Zoey so they have her most of the attention. Camilia heads up the ramp, pushing open the curtain and disappearing behind them, right now? She wanted a hot shower.

Winner via pinfall: Camilia Espinosa