Camilia Espinosa vs. Armando “Army” Rodriguez

Type of Match: Street Fight
Rules: Combatants will fight outside the complex in the parking lot. The lot will be filled with trash cans, veichles, and other usable items during the match.
Victory conditions: Pinfall or knockout, submissions won’t be counted.


Her first Tension match, to say that she was calm would be a lie, the Latina was brutally ecstatic. Going head to head with a man again seemed like a welcoming gift, not only that but the fact it’s be a street fight made things all the more interesting. It’d been roughly a few months since her last intergender match, in the end she was quite dissapointed with but here? She heard quite a bit of their tenacity and feirceness even to the female competitors. It reminded her of her old league before it went down under.

Her phone had been buzzing endlessly for the last half hour, of course it was her papá, probably worried about his niña.“Camilia, por favor tenga cuidado. su mamá y te preocupes, niña.”She sighed but it brought a smile to her face “Papá, I’ll be okay. I promise. I’ll be fine, I’ll call you after, okay? Dile a mamá que la amo.” They hung up, shoving the phone into her locker before slamming it shut. It seemed her parents were more concerned than she was.

They run back to the name of her opponent, Armando “Army” Rodriguez, she could only imagine that the two may hit it off rather well in this match and if she were lucky, come out with an amigo. She shook her head pushing that thought to the back of her mind, the only thing she needed to think about was the fight and winning, befriending them could wait.

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Slipping on her usual black biker jacket, she breathes in slowly, no matter how much she wanted to pretend she may leave tonight with any injuries was highly unlikely. She recalls the sort of brawls she’d been in, the blood, the sails of agony, all of it flooded her mind and honestly that part scared her. Her love to fight wouldn’t let her down however, it demanded she be ready, and accept any punishment they’d come with this match.

They step lively, heading to the parking lot where everything would come together one way or another. She figured tonight would be perfect seeing as how from what she had checked, it’d be cool but not cold with a clear sky overhead. Tonight would be the first night in a long while she wouldn’t fight for a crowd but she knew they’d be watching from the cameras they could only guess had been set up outside. Pushing open the twin steel doors, her gaze shifts about the lot, an audible gasp escaped her as she looked on. Bright lights lit up the usual dimly lit area, a few veichles scattered about but no mat, would they bring one out later? Who knew.

Camilia began to walk toward it, her boots tapping the pavement as she closed the distance from the complex to the “ring”. Her index finger runs over the closest veichle and much to her surprise it was genuine. That was a thrill she couldn’t hide, the absolute promise of a real street brawl was here and hers for the taking, though she was sure her opponent wouldn’t give into her lightly.

With allowing some room for Armando, the Latina would head over to the far side of the lot, hopping up into the hood of the car and sat, waiting like some delinquent ready for a gang war.

A brawl in the parking lot. This brought back memories, ones that Army couldn’t help but think about as he made his way to the designated spot. More than anything, he found his mind drifting to thoughts of Ro Larren, the crazy redhead he’d first met in a match not unlike this one. He was just starting out then, hadn’t gotten to much in-ring experience under his belt, but even so, that bout had been one of the craziest of his entire career. She beat him all over, he beat her all over. Bruises were had, bones were broken, property was damaged. A glorious time, all around.

And then there was all the fun that came after the match, at her place…

He couldn’t help chuckling to himself, which got him a few queer look from a pair of passing schoolgirls. Couldn’t be helped. Ro had a way of making him smile, and he found himself wishing more and more that she was still around. Japan could be a lonely place, even now that he could pretty much speak the language fluently.

Just a thought. A silly thought. One he didn’t have much time for. Army gave himself a slap on the cheek, focused as he made his way into the parking lot. Sure enough, it wasn’t hard to spot his opponent - aside from her being the only person around, she was also probably the only Latino for twenty miles. Himself not included, of course.

She was dressed for war, looking like something out of a modern West Side Story, and he was ready to fight, too. He wore his red boxing shorts with the black trim, his wrestling boots, and his fists were already tapped. The only thing covering his shirt was a white sleeveless t-shirt, and he didn’t plan on keeping that on for too long. A little chill night air helped fire him up, he always found.

”Hey, yo.” He gave - Camilia, that was her name, right - a wave as he approached, hands in pocket. ”You’re the girl I’m taking down tonight, right? You good to go?”

It wouldn’t take long for the click and cry of the steel door to break the slight windy night. Her gaze fixated on the rather rough looking Latino approaching her, from what she could tell already he was the boxing type, maybe light on his feet, packed with power. A similarity the two probably shared.

Camilia slides of the hood of the car, planting her feet against the pavement as they spoke, a bit more cocky than she had expected but whatever, she supposed many in the league had to be. ” I think you took the wrong door, amigo. I don’t plan on losing, so..” her hand runs up to her shoulder popping it loose, to detense herself. ”...If you’re done playing around, I want to get this show on the road.” The Latinas tone was a lot to be desired, already she felt insulted and could see that maybe becoming friends right away would be a task easier said than done.

Still, her gaze locked on, taking in his body’s attributes, Dios Mio, this was gonna be tough. He had two things on her already: mass and height. Although that didn’t always bring victory to anyone, it was good to have, well no going back now she was here and ready to go.

Spreading out her feet, she plants her stance raising her fist, ready to meet his challenge. Camilia had a stern expression as she slightly sized up her opponent, with no red insight, a glaring light, and a handful of cameras? Yeah this was just peachy. ”¿listo pequeño?” she’d ask with a rather playful grin.[/color]

Loud, eager, cocky, headstrong. Camilia seemed to be all those things in one - admittedly hot - package, and some would’ve seen that as a big negative. Not Army. Not necessarily. He was self-aware enough to realize he had many of the same problems, so he couldn’t talk. He was also self-aware enough to realize he’d occasionally had to write a check that he couldn’t cash on account of his mouth. Would she have the same problem? Only one way to know.

”Yeah, yeah, yeah. Nobody comes to Tension to lose, babe.” A moment. A blink. ”Well, I mean, some guys do, yeah. They get off on it. I’m not one of them, though.”

For some reason, he got the distinct impression that she wasn’t feeling him one bit, which was fine, though it seemed like he hadn’t done that much to deserve it just yet. Camilia was ready to go, ready to fight, ready to cave his head.

Fine. No pleasantries.

He took a moment to admire her form - not bad, she must’ve gotten some real training somewhere - before he went into an orthodox stance all his own, nice and tight. ”Listo.” Was the only reply he gave before he lashed out, getting things started with a right cross aimed straight at her face.

She didn’t take them seriously, if that were the case then what would that make them? ”A-Are you actually serious? Well, I could’ve gone tonight without knowing that but I guess everyone’s got their patadas. It’d be a little awkward if you’re getting off while I stomp you flat.”

The light exchange was over and here he came. Barreling toward her like a bullet, his cross came bsrreling, barely giving her enough time to dodge it, she could feel the wind from his attack, she was right in the money thinking of his power. He’d pack a mean punch and if she wasn’t careful she’d be the one down and out.

There was also something else she noticed now that she had a moment to think and analyze, he must fancy himself a boxer, with a bit of her own boxing training she could level the playing field although she had to return to her disadvantage with muscle mass. With his arm still outstretched, Camilia would pivot in, attempting to send a fierce hook into his stomach. Her hope was that at this range even if it didn’t do as much damage as his cross would have, had it connected she’d at least had some advantage over him for that moment.

There was no bell, no referee, but the fight was on the moment Army threw a punch, officially getting under way. How was Camilia stacking up?

Not bad, actually. She managed to dodge the punch, which was a point in her favor. Not that Army was the fastest man to ever bear the Rodriguez name, but he wasn’t slow by any real measure, and most would’ve had some trouble dodging that punch right of the gate. Not Camilia. She avoided it well, and what was more, she knew what to do with the gap she’d created. Punches, incoming.

A hook, a solid one, and it hit him right in the ribs, earning Camilia the first clean hit of the night. Army grit his teeth hard to keep from crying out, but he couldn’t mask the pain on his face. Still, this wasn’t totally a bad thing. She was close now, and that could work against her just as much as it worked for it.

Instead of retracting his arm, he kept it out and tried to grab Camilia’s head, attempting to pull her in and keep her close long enough for an uppercut to connect with his other arm. Right to the breadbasket. Even the score.

Her body tended as she felt the impact of her hook into his frame. The sheer power she had to put into it to illicit some reaction out of him a bit more than she’d like to admit. With being so close, two things could happen: for one she could edged them back but by bit with another hook and then another to push him back and have him open for just about anything or two..

Her thought did even get to finish as she felt the hulking arm swing in to lock her head in, it wasn’t a position she wanted to be in nor stay in. ”Grrgh...let go!”she demands her hook pulling back only a mere few inches before barreling back into his ribs to free herself.

She’d struggle endlessly to free herself from that iron grip, Camilia knew this would spell trouble and trouble was cooking. The frame began to move and she could only brace herself with any angle it decided to come from.

Fuck! Here came the uppercut, the sheer power she barely managed to miss hit her and hit her hard. Disoriented yes but far from gone, her head pounded with agony as one last light hook would attempt to connect to his ribs. She hoped that she’d be released or even have a moment to fully recover. The Latina felt this was going to be a long and grueling match, one of them might wake up in the hospital and she had the feeling it’s be her.

There was a time, when he first came to Tension, when Army might’ve just let Camilia go when she asked for it. Before he understood the way things worked around here. Before he came to know that a woman could beat him black and blue, just like a man could. He’d learned that lesson way too many times.

So, too bad for Camilia, but she was getting the rougher Army, tonight. The Army that had no qualms dragging her in and giving her a cannon blast in the stomach.

To her credit, she took it better than most anyone would’ve. It didn’t drop her, didn’t stun her so much that she wasn’t able to give him another hook in the rubs. That area was still sore from the last blow, and having the pain compounded? Not fun.

With a grunt, he gave her what she wanted and let her go, but not without a parting gift. Army brought up his leg and shot it out hard, trying to give her a rough kick in the chest, attempting to knock her onto the hood of a nearby truck.

Camilia wasn’t surprised the he didn’t show any mercy, honestly she had expected it but what she didn’t count on was not having time to brace for impact. He hit like a truck, a truck the had a just hit its max speed as his fist plowed into her.

She coughs, losing all of her air as her lungs and stomach force any leftovers out. She was left wide open and Armando let her have it, the sudden forceful kick forced her up into the air landing backfirst in the solid metal hood of the truck. Camilia would groan as she’d shift, it wasn’t too bad yet but her body began to feel it and she was sure she’d bruise in the morning.

She rolls onto her side, the advantage lost and everything now in her opponent’s hand, if there was one thing she liked about this, although her ass was getting handed, was that he wasn’t holding back. The katina loves going against stronger individuals to test her metal but she planned on winning them not letting them kick her about the place.

Shifting to her new position, she’d attempt a wild and aimless kick if he approached, if she had managed to connect it then she’d rise to her feet, steadying herself on the hood of the truck before leaping and hoping to catch his head iunder her arm in an aerial spinning bulldog like maneuver. If she were successful they’d both end up on the pavement but his head would be the first on the ground.

And down she went. Right on target.

Army wasn’t much of a kicker, preferring to use his fists to get the job done nine out of ten times, but in those rare situations that called for a little more, he had the potential for getting the job done with his feet, too. Being a wrestler opened him up to all sorts of new attacks, chief among them being kicks which brought his leg strength to bear.

It worked, too, dropping Camilia to the floor. He was quick to follow up, though, in hindsight, maybe he was a little too quick on that draw, because she wasn’t quite as vulnerable as she’d initially appeared. He wound up taking a wild kick to the gut as he approached, and, well, it was all downhill from there.

In a flash, she was up again, flying at him before he recovered. She grabbed his head, flew forward, and the next thing Army knew, his skull was being roughly introduced to the concrete - a brutal, bloody move that left him laid out on the floor. Unmoving.