Camilia Espinosa vs. Nebel Schwarz

Camilia was in trouble her body was pinned to the mat, squished by the solider who so fixated on beating her tonight but the Bull had other ideas of her body would be oh so kind to listen, she struggles attempting to break free. The pale hand clutching her thigh was extreme and sudden she heard the slap of the mat.

“One!”

The Latina begin to shift and roll with the sound of the first count, she couldn’t let herself lose here, she had to still prove her worth to Cecilia and really show that she was worth their time. Nebel wasn’t going to let her off Scott free either from this pin, her body felt heavy and the pain in her head just kept pulsing.

“Two!”

Camilia became desperate, her body kicking into the fight more than the flight and her desire to win became more and more present. Her free foot would stomp the canvas as she prepares to break free, readying her arms and hand to push and shove away the solider she could t let them win like this.

“Thre-!”

With a mighty shift and push, Nebel would be shoved off the bull, a piping hot one at that. Her gaze burned with rage at almost being taken down and on top of that the hair grab too wasn’t in the Germans best interests. It was a trigger and a hefty one, igniting the Latina into action. If she managed to get to her feet first, she’d launch herself to tackle the solider and really lay into her with a fierce barrage. Right! Left! Right! Left! If she were successful, she’d pour every ounce of her being into those hits to break her guard and show what happens when you mess with the Bull.

She might be able to win with this, that was what Schwarz Nebel thought, as she would keep that pin locked in tightly on the lovely Latina. She would hear the first and second count, and for a moment she thought it was over! That arm would lift up for a third time and it looked as if it was going to be the end of the match!

Schwarz Nebel would then be shoved off of the bull and with it Schwarz Nebel would quickly try and rise up towards her feet. Yet so did the White Bull! She watched as she was suddenly tackled down by the Latina. Arms moving up to protect her face as the Latina started to fire punch after punch down on her guard.

Each strike getting a grunt out of the blond as she sought to protect against as many of those strikes as she could. Of course some of those strikes managed to slip in past her guard! Causing her to grunt even louder at those hits.

The Latina would continue to fire punch after to punch, at this point, she couldn’t even help herself. Anger had overtaken her and it was just a matter of time before she lost it completely. Camilia wouldn’t be satisfied with just this though, after one final good punch, she’d get to her feet growling. The white haired woman wasn’t going to let them get away and she’d make sure of that.

She’d grab their arm tightly, her grip like iron bars. Her gaze had narrowed into a glare as she looked on to her opponent. ”Esto es lo que pasa cuando te metes conmigo!”She states ravenously. The Latina tried to not take their hair pull to heart but it wouldn’t do her much good in the end. It’d still end up just like this but...she could try to make up for it later.

For now that didn’t matter, if Nebel had willingly got to her feet, the bull would attempt to spin them forward, their back to her. A new tactic for her since she normally came at her opponents from the front. Camilia would grab onto their shoulders, jumping up and bringing in her knees, if she weren’t stopped by the solider, she’d bring them down with her weight and slam her knees straight into their back to stun them.

The barrage of punches down to her faces as she covered herself up as best as she could, blocking every other strikes as the rest managed to slip by, smacking into her head and rocking her head from left to right. The blond continued to try and keep herself protected but she was getting a bit groggy from those powerful blows that came her way.

When the white bull finally stopped, the Soldier was a bit delirious, head swaying a bit from left to right. Her arm was then grabbed and she was guided up towards her feet without much trouble. The soldier would shake her head, groaning as she was turned around so she was facing away from Camilia.

Schwarz Nebel was then suddenly grabbed by her shoulders and yanked backwards! Back being hit with a horrendously painful backstabber! "Aaaaagh!" Schwarz Nebel cried out loudly as she would bounce and flop off of Camilia, onto her front as she gasped and coughed, arms reaching behind to try and soothe her back.

Her rage was having itself a wonderful time, normally she’d let them have it but this wasn’t to be vengeful, that wasn’t what she wanted to get out there. Sure she wanted Cecilia to see that she was capable but her anger was her secret weapon, the force that drove her. As it began to sit and wait the Latina would go for something else instead.

Dropping to her knees, she’d roll the solider onto her aching back, Camillia felt that Nebel would understand her ferocity and what made her go so far in time but she didn’t expect forgiveness, that wasn’t how this job worked after all. Laying over their stomach, she’d reach down, hooking their leg and pressing her forearm against their chest for the uptenth pin attempt of their match.

The Ref would witness the attempt and drop to the canvas, making sure the pin was locked in before beginning their count. The bull’s gaze would watch their hand raise.

“ONE!”

She’d call, slapping the canvas with their might, the Latina hoping that it was enough to put them away but the anger raging in her gut hoped otherwise.

The referee recognized the pin as Camilia dropped down next to Nebel and rolled the German Hero over onto her back, hooking her leg and pressing her chest down with that forearm, she went down and started the count.

The first count came without much struggle from Schwarz Nebel, and soon enough the second count hit. " Two!.."

The referee next raised her arm up into the air and was about to smack it down for the third count, but that was when the blond's body would buck! With a powerful buck upwards she would break the pin and roll onto her side, coughing out as she would be shaking her head in pain. Narrowly escaping defeat.

With the referee counting the German out, Camillia’s fingers would dig into the crook of their thigh, her forearm applying as much weight as possible while keeping her balanced. With the first count, Camillia was confident that this bout was hers but she recounted what underestimating someone could lead to. Zoey was a good reminder of that but her focus was still on Nebel.

The second count came and the Latina expected to hear and feel that last count but suddenly she felt the upheaval of the soldiers body against her own narrowly escaping her defeat. ”¿Qué? tienes que estar bromeando.“ she’d turn to look at the blonde with hints of frustration, she should’ve expected this much especially with how much trouble she had been giving her. Still the anger in her core was fairly happy she kicked out, it wanted more of the solider and Camillia was happy to give her to it.

Getting to her feet, she’d pant softly, if that last move didnthis much to her then maybe she wasn’t too far off from finishing her off and proving herself to Cecilia. Lucky for her, it seemed like Nebel was still disoriented and lulling around this was perfect. Reaching down, she’d take their arm and guide them to their feet, sending her knee into their gut to keep the solider controlled and easily manipulatable.

Schwarz Nebel was hurting but she was not down and out just yet, still in this match, she would kick up from that pinfall attempt that the white bull had her in, she managed to escape a near loss right now. She wasn't out of the frying pan just yet, as it was Camillia who decided to take a hold of her arm and starting to guide her up towards her feet.

The blond was still reeling and a bit lolled as she was pulled onto her feet, when she got up she was treated to a nasty knee straight into her gut. Schwarz Nebel was forced to double over, one arm wrapping around her gut as the other would reach out and grab at Camillia's jeans shorts, coughing out as she was in a dire spot right now and didn't seem to be able to find a way to get back into the swing of things!

”You’re pretty tough, Nebel but I’m gonna win tonight, no hard feelings.” she’d state, the solider seemed so out of it right now, her knee must’ve done some real damage if this was the state she was left in and unfortunately enough, the Latina wasn’t going to over look that fact, she’d capatilize on this momentfor all its worth before letting go.

She’d lean forward, grab the girl’s top to lift her up just s bit, she wouldn’t stoop to grabbing their hair, although the ragin bull inside her said otherwise. If possible and the German was still very much willing, she’d pull them, under her arm, locking them in to keep them on their feet. From here, she’d attempt to toss their arm over her shoulder. Camilia realized that Nebel’s back was her weak point escpeially from the previous backstabbed. It’d be tender and anyadditional pain would only make it worse. Next she’d attempt to slip her thumb into their shorts, her fingers rolling in to grip the fabric tightly, with her knees bent she’d try her hand at lifting the blonde up for a vertical suplex.

Coughing out, Schwarz Nebel tried to regain her senses, not that it was going to work out very well as Camilia was currently in charge. She took a hold of the blond by her top and pulled her up straight onto her feet, before she was pulled in under that armpit with her head. The strong arm of the Latina looping around her head and neck.

She would then feel her shorts being grabbed and before she knew what was really happening she was hauled upside down into the air! Held so that all the blood would start to rush down to her head, starting to leave the already bereft of breath soldier dizzy.