Camilia Espinosa vs. Nebel Schwarz

Camilia was determined for some reason. It just felt..more than what she was expecting, sort of like some heavy pressure hovering just above her threatening to crush her if she failed. Was it her own expectations? The thoughts of Cecilia not seeing her worth? The Latina was so unsure but what she was sure of was the women’s fate that she held in the palm of her hand. That undeniable desire to win and further not only herself but any prospects that might follow. The white haired bull had a lot riding on this so now wasn’t the time for second guessing or hesitating.

With her thought reeled in, her grip on Nebel’s shorts tightened, for fear of letting go. The solider was still dazed, probably too out of it to even resist or make a come back but she couldn’t think like that, the last thing she wanted to do was to underestimate such a threatening opponent and lose at the last minute. Camilia would kick out her legs, attempting to follow back with the force of gravity to finish off the vertical suplex, she had no doubt in her mind that the solider was starting to crumble bit by bit and it didn’t feel to far off but the Latina was sure to give her hell.

If the move connected, Camilia would pant as she sat up on her knees, the pain she had expirence earlier had come back to haunt her, forcing her out of focus for a moment. Her ruby pools would shift to look back just to make sure the blonde solider was down. Should she cover her? Should she not? It wasn’t easy to pick a decision with fatigue setting in but her body gave in to cover, in hopes of ending this match and saving herself from a possible countering Nebel. Dropping over the blondes stomach, she’d reach over again for their leg, hooking it up with both arms to lock it in tight.

Schwarz Nebel's shorts were grabbed more tightly as they rode up between her buttcheeks a bit, she was then hauled upside down into the air! Legs dangling slightly as she was feeling the blood rush down to the top of her head. She had no real way to fight her way out of this position, as she was then suddenly driven down onto her back, her body flopping her legs following as her back arched off of the canvas for a moment or two....before she slumped back down.

Panting, as her chest rose and fell with each breath that she took. Eyes were half open, the bright lights hitting her eyes as then the sudden weight of Camilia come down on top of her frame, pushing her down against the canvas as Camila hooked her leg.

The referee was quick to slide in next to the two beauties, as she raised her hand up and then slapped it down against the canvas. " One!"

The first count was uttered, the Latina began to lose focus again as she searched the crowd. She wanted validation from Cecilia, she wanted them to recognize that she had what it took to fight her but no matter how hard she looked, the sea of people seemed to mask her presence. Still Camilia had figured she’d be close by or maybe watching it somewhere else? Gah, she couldn’t be thinking about that right now!

Her grip on their leg loosened as this new wave of thoughts flooded her senses, perhaps she was being to busy with curiosity than paying attention to her foe. The referee would continue the count however as they’d slap the mat for the next count. “Two!”

Just one more...just one more count and she’d have this match in the bag and then she could focus all her attention on Cecilia and the trial that would lay ahead.

Schwarz Nebel's body was still down, pressing into the canvas by the weight of Camilia as she kept her pinned with that leg hooked. Though as the second count hit, the Soldier noticed the pressure easing off of her leg, her right eye opened and as she grit her teeth and sought to summon what strength she had....

As the referee's hand was coming down for the third count, Schwarz Nebel's body would buck and kick out! Breaking the pin and turning to the side, that weakened and unfocused hold on her leg having managed to save her from defeat...for now.

The referee quickly had to move her hands up to show that it had just been a two count.

Three, gimme a three! Her kind was demanding the count now, expecting it actually as she put the blonde through the ringer but instead she only got a buck and a two count. She slapped the mat in frustration, she’d lost her focus for only a second and that was the end result, in truth it was her own fault. She was experienced and knew better than to let her mind go elsewhere when she was in the middle of a match but that didn’t really help her state of mind.

The solider had bought herself a little more time but the bull could see that she was on her last legs, Camilia could somewhat agree with their state, she was really feeling the effects of their match on her body and knew for a fact she was going to be hurting in the morning. Maybe this wasn’t so bad, maybe she could use this to show Cecilia her tenacity and what to expect from her, no, this was perfect. She knew what she had to do now and there was only one real way of ending it now.

She’d slip to her feet, preparing herself for the last stretch h of their match, she could definitely see Nebel being her rival and that was something she could really use right now. Leaning down, she’d snake her fingers around their arm, guiding them back to their feet, if she wasn’t dazed enough to Camilia’s liking then she’d attempt to throw a rough knee into their gut to keep them complacent in still in her control

Schwarz Nebel was really not feeling to well, her body was in a state somewhere between complete pain and numbness, yet...she wasn't about to be defeated! She couldn't give up, not matter how much her body desired to just lie down and rest, her spirit was willing to continue.

She felt her arm being grabbed and being guided up towards her feet. The blond groaned and move forward to struggle, though that was when she got a firm knee up into her gut! " Ooffft!!" Kasumi cried out, coughing out and bending over, doubled over and short of breath...Schwarz Nebel reached her arms around Camilia's waist.

One hand grabbing onto that firm rear of the woman, the other onto the waistband of those shorts of hers. Taking a step forward, she tried to force Camilia back a step, pulling up on that rear and shorts to try and lift the woman's feet off of the mat, she would try and charge towards the corner, trying to ram Camilia into the turnbuckle in an act of defiance!!

Tsk, she had no one to blame but herself. She should’ve made sure that the solider was down for good but there was nothing she could do now but go for the kill. Camilia took all the precaution necessary to finish this once and for all but nothing prepared her for what cake next.

As she was beginning to set up Nebel for the last stretch she felt a hand reach and grab her where it shouldn’t have been. Her face flushed as they grabbed her bottom and then the waist of her shorts. Her brow furrowed I’m embarrassed anger. “H-hey! Where do you think you’re grabbing?!” she demanded, though she didn’t get an answer as the blonde forced her a step back on her flustered state.

Camilia has no time to react when she felt herself be taken off her feet, the sudden rush found her smashed into the turnbuckle, her spine screaming with the sudden bash. Leaned up against the turnbuckle, the Latina would pant to catch her breath as the air from her lungs was suddenly forced out. She couldn’t believe Nebel had this much fight left in her but she also didn’t think they’d play grab ass either. Her mind swirled with her temper, she was going to end this as painfully as possible for it.

Taking Camilia by surprise Schwarz Nebel pushed forward and then rammed the frame of the beautiful latina against the turnbuckle, getting herself some reprieve as she took the air out of her foe. Coughing out as she would straighten up...the blond would try and grab a hold of Camilia's head, looking to guide it in under her armpit.

Grabbing at the waist of those jeans shorts again, Schwarz Nebel would try and guide them out of the corner and towards the center of the ring, where she would try and lift Camilia up into the air! All before she'd try and throw them both backwards and looked to nail the Latina with a Vertical Suplex!

The German was putting her in a tight spot. She felt her head being guided, the smooth hand grabbing onto her shorts, pulling them up making her feel a bit uncomfortable. The Latina wasn’t a stranger to this setup, still, she couldn’t exactly day this nostalgia was helping her with the match.

She’d begin to struggle, sending a bare right to their rib cage in an attempt to get free. She fire again to get her point across before finding herself, lifted up. The bull began to think and think hard. She’d try to send a knee for their shoulder to send the blonde off balance. Camilia wasn’t going to let herself look like a fool in front of Cecilia.

The punch straight to her ribs caused Schwarz Nebel to cough and grunt, shaking her head as she would try and re-adjust her grip, only for the white haired babe to fire another punch into her ribs, weakening her hold substantially. If that wasn't enough after she pulled her head free from the blonde's grip the Latina shot up a knee strike straight into the gut of the German!

" Guuh!" Kasumi gasped out as she was forced to cough out, air and spittle leaving her mouth as she was doubled over in front of Camilia, her arms wrapping around her own midsection to shield it from further abuse.