Camilia Espinosa vs. Armando “Army” Rodriguez

Camilia lays our on the pavement, panting madly as she rolled into her elbows to prop herself up from the concrete her red gaze met the hulking Latino who was, from what she could tell, out cold. Slowly but surely she’d push herself off the ground, pretty proud of coming back from his brutal onslaught this early.

She’d take a few moments to properly recover, station herself as the pain subsided somewhat for her to get back to work on Armando before he could recover from his nasty fall.

Dropping back down to her knees she’d sit on his chest, pinning him to the concrete, her face was radiating with heat and drops of sweat but her position was perfect to lay down the law and show him, she wasn’t some little peach.

Rearing back her right, she’d attempt to send her fist pummeling toward his cheek, her objective was to dish as much damage out as possible and either go for a pin or a K.O. At this point she didn’t care which, she just wanted to win!

With each punch she felt her stamina deplete bit by bit, it’s be only a matter of time before he recovered but she was too focused, to simpleminded in her task that it didn’t bother her, if she was thrown off then who cared he’d be up with a nasty headache.

So, yeah. Having his face rammed into pavement sucked. Who knew?

Nothing was bleeding, by some small miracle, so Army had that to be thankful for at least, but he couldn’t be happy about too much else. His head was rocked, his world a blurry mess, and he was only just barely able to roll over to his chest and stare up at the ceiling. Even that was robbed from him soon enough, though, Camilia came over and took up a position on his, her silhouette etched in the street lights above.

Down came the fists, one after the other, crashing into his face. He knew Camilia was no weakling, but her punches confirmed it, as she battered his head from side to side, loosening his jaw with every swing. He needed a way out, and he needed it soon, before this match came to a premature and ridiculous ending.

He did the only thing he could really think to do - planting his feet on the floor, he pushed up hard and attempted to send the woman rolling with one, mighty motion. It wouldn’t keep her at bay for long, but if it bought him enough time to get into a position where he could properly defend himself, he’d be happy.

To say Camilia’s confidence was above the clouds would be an understatement, she couldn't believe how far she had advanced in this match and basically taking the lead from Armando. At this point, nothing could take this feeling away from.

With her fists continuing to pound the Latino into the pavement, her blood was pumping with excitement but like the saying goes ‘all good things come to an end.’ and she’d know why. Even with the damage she had managed to inflict he bucked her off with a rather impressive bridge, bucking her off and unstabilizing her balance.

She’d roll away from: first, the power he used to throw her off but two, to roll away from any oncoming attack he may have thrown had she been within range. Getting caught in his grip wasn’t something she’d be to fond of or taking another of those hard hitting punches, would seriously rock her world.

With the stakes getting this high she had to stop and think, rushing in blindly would be a good way to end up out of this match and that wasn’t something she could afford. Getting to her hands and knees, she’d push herself forward attempting to knock him off balance and if not that, get in close to keep his reach restricted.

Yeah, Camilia definitely had a boxing background. Where, Army couldn’t say. He wasn’t that familiar with too many ladyboxers who weren’t his sister, and while they were both Hispanic, he could tell from the flavor of her voice that she didn’t hail from Puerto Rico. He’d have to look it up when he got home, but he already had more than enough evidence to make simple conclusions. The future black eyes on his face spoke to that.

As did her reflexes. She was quick to get back on the attack and came right back towards him, threatening to run him over if he wasn’t ready.

But he was ready. Sort of.

When she came charging his way, instead of retreating, he spun about and moved towards her with open arms, attempting to cut her off. His goal was to get her head under his shoulder and lock her in with a headlock, clamping down tight to keep her grounded. Movement was her best asset, so if he could lock her down, it would go a long ways to winning this match.

Speed was her friend in this match, because she was much smaller, weighed lighter, her body was more flexible with movement and could easily dance around Armando’s hulking frame. She’d make a mistake this time however, the frontal push to knock him off balance backfired.

In the split moments before the events would unfold, it was a bit obvious perhaps obvious the entire time but Camilia was acting recklessly, that he had analyzed her style. She could only guess that he picked up the similarities and came to the conclusion she had boxing training.

Within the next following moments, she would wish she had thought out the launch more carefully, her head found its self clamped shut between his pectoral and bicep. She plants both hands against him, attempting to pry herself free.

”Grragh,maldita sea! Let go of me!”She promptly thrashes about in hopes of freeing herself from the rather tight headlock, she began to panic realizing her predicament and knowing the she was at his mercy. That only strengthens her resolve to get free, she knew she was either eating the pavement or eating metal, both didn’t seem like a pleasant feeling and one she could realize would or would not be coming.

Army successfully snagged Camilia, and what happened next was all too predictable. The owan put up a hellish struggle, fighting him like a comanche, and it took a real, considerable effort just to ride her struggles out. It wasn’t so much that she was strong - though she was stronger than most women he’d come across - but her feistiness that made getting a hold of her such a pain. Army was sure he’d have had an easier time trying to wrestle down a live wire.

She kicked. She squirmed. She wriggled. She bucked. He clamped down tighter, putting more and more power into the effort. ”Sorry, didn’t say the magic word.”

Regardless, he knew he couldn’t hold onto her forever. He wasn’t going to make her submit with a headlock, so what did that leave him?

He weighed his options and came to a conclusion as he stood up. Army backed up a couple of steps, then grabbed her far arm and slung it over his shoulder. With a deep breath, he lifted Camilia up, fell back and attempted to hit her with a vertical suplex, one that would have her coming down back-first onto hood of a nearby Sedan.

If there was one thing Camilia had it was tenacity, she fancied herself a fierce competitor because of it and found that to be the key to most of her wins in the underground league she fought so proudly in. She used this tenacity in loads tonight to try to free herself, it felt like she was making some head way but no matter how little she had managed to free herself, Armando only locked her in tighter.

It honestly surprised her that he had this much still in him after taking the concrete and then her wave of punches, she could guess that his youth and vigor was his saving grace. With the last lock of strength he adds, her feet take a few steps forward with him, something was up but her vision was restricted to the ground and ehat she could only make out as a wheel.

Her arm is slung over his shoulder and she could only assume what was coming next. His taunt was rather unsavory but she didn’t want this. ”H-hold on! You’re not really going to....” it was too late, she could sense her feet leaving the ground, her panic sets in. “Wait! Wait! Wait!” he was actually going to do it! She expected to feel the rough pavement underneath but it was smooth metal of what she could only guess to be a sedan thsy broke her fall. ”Dios Mio! Fuck!”she groans, rolling into her side as she kicks the air madly with her back pulses with pain.

With the development so far both of them had managed to get the other either back first on a veichles or face down in the pavement. Armando was a lot tougher than he looked but perhaps gentle too, he could have duplexes her onto the pavement but the car was a much better alternative. The Latina rolls onto her front, attempting to get on her knees but the pain saw to it that she’d need to take her time. Her back was unbelievably sore they expected it to bruise but nothing seemed broken so far, that, she could be happy abkut.

”Yep!” He called out, answering her question in a brusque manner. ”Going down!”

Was slamming Camilia on the hood of the car a harder hit than slamming her on the floor? Army couldn’t say for sure. But he could say that, either way, it was plenty damaging, just basing off the way she screamed when she hit. There weren’t any spectators to see the display, but he could only imagine how they’d react - a lot of wincing, a lot of head turning, a lot of booing directed at him. It was nice to not have that soundtrack on for once.

The blow laid her out easy and left her squirming on the ground, hurting all over, no doubt suffering from some bruises and even a break or two. He would’ve loved to follow up on it, too - the only problem being that he was still a bit woozy from his earlier drilling, and wound up flopping down on his butt after the move.

He was slow to get, and it looked like she was having trouble, too. Still he could be a gentleman and help her to her feet…

...though his ‘help’ came in the form of grabbing her by the hair and pulling her up as he rose, roughly yanking her to her feet along with him.

She could only thank the big guy upstairs for her small breather, the pain was already settling in to its new home but she had to push back, letting him get the better of her was how she could lose this match. Her gaze met the Latino who had landed back on their butt, he must’ve still been feeling her little assault still, that was good, it meant she had done some damage.

Okay, so recap. Getting slammed into a car? Not good, getting slammed into the pavement? Not good either. She realizes this and feels that reminding herself wasn’t exactly going to keep it from happening if she fought recklessly. They’d have to be smarter about the way they went through with things from now on.

Camilia would try to get to her feet but of course her attacker was up first. There was many things she could let go, stealing her favorite food, under the right circumstance, was fine. Mucking up her floor after she had just cleaned it was fine too but pulling her hair? That was an unspoken law to anyone she met in any type of match. It was the whole reason she had cut her beautiful, long hair in the first place; to avoid that issue altogether.

Although she was grateful to be on her feet, Armando had broken her law. Without any hesitation and a quick burst of adrenaline, she’d attempt to send a vicious elbow or smash her arm to his chest. Her cry of anger was all that would echo across the lot, the scream of a very angry Latina. ”¡tienes bolas para tirar de mi pelo, gilipollas!!”She’d screen. If her elbow or forceful arm bash had worked, she’d add another and another to prove her point.

Camilia didn’t have that much hair to grab onto, having cut it far shorter than most of the women he’d taken on, with only his sister probably beating her in that department. It was enough, though. While a lot of people would view it as a dirty move, and this was the sort of thing that would’ve earned him a fresh round of jeers in any regular match, he had no qualms about going to these lengths, here. When it came to hardcore match, all was fair.

Of course, there was no guarantee that Camilia would feel the same way. In fact, it was a pretty safe bet that she’d feel the exact opposite, and judging by the way she came to life as he hauled her up, that seemed to be the case.

He was getting her up, preparing for the next stage, when she lashed out with a sudden burst of energy, summoning strength from some insane, dark place, using it to throw a hard elbow into Army’s chest. It was enough to knock him back and wind him, but it wouldn't keep him off her for too long.

Army slammed his foot down, stepped forward, and attempted to give as good as he got, returning fire with an elbow his own, aimed at the same spot on her chest, with all the force he could muster.