Camilia Espinosa vs. Armando “Army” Rodriguez

With the sudden burst of anger she was glad to see him back up, give her a bit of room to really think albeit not long. She had sent a good portion of her strength into that elbow but she wished she had given more, It didn’t wind him for long and here he came back for another.

Although her plan was to force another into his chest, he seemed to have the same plan, without hardly any hesitation she found herself stepping back, covering her chest from the blow. Hell he put practically more into it than she didn’t but she couldn’t let this burden her, not when he was still up and about.

Fuck, she wanted to sit down for a minute to really recover. The sting and throbbing pain was a bit much and it’d been some time since she felt a pain like that, too long in fact.

The Latina pushes past the stinging pain in her chest, stepping back in to fire a chop at his chest. It seemed risky to go into a basic brawl, each one of them attempting to throw a punch, maybe a kick, or some other form of attack but it was what she had decided to do, her luchadora spirit demanded a confrontation and she’d give one no matter what.

The elbow that Army threw was, by no definition, a soft ball. He’d put some real power into it, through it with serious weight. It was the kind of hit that would’ve knocked many a grown man straight off his feet and left him howling in, the sort of blow that could at least put most down for a ten-count.

And Camilia tanked it. Damn. Not only that, but she had enough in the tank to return fire.

Army cried out as her chop sliced into his chest, hitting with a crack that filled the parking lot. It wasn’t some half-baked, wimpy chop, either, but the chop of a woman who was used to throwing them and was willing to use that experience to her favor. It sent him hissing away, made him stagger, left him awkward.

But, more than anything, it pissed him off. Enough that he pushed through the pain, came right back her way, and lashed out with a chop of his own, aimed at her chest, looking to up the ante.

The cry was a good way to tell her she had made a dent in his armor, there was nothing worse in her mind than a chop. Honestly the sheer fact it made him stagger made her hopeful, she honestly believed that she could win this if she played her cards right, read the situation, and then struck.

It seemed however, it was his turn to lose their temper. She could see with the fuego in his eyes, he wasn’t having anymore. Camilia had fought a good amount back home but for some reason, this one in particular gave her the chills. Maybe it was his size or his power but whatever the reason may be she didn’t like it one bit.

The chop was quick, almost like a whip as he shot it across her chest. They cry out, her hands rushing up to her chest, the sting from the elbow only added to her misery as she stumbles back, falling to her butt against the sedan she crashed on.

She pants, his move didn’t empty out her lungs but she found a shortness of breath, this was bad. He still had this much power, even after all she had managed to do and not only that but from what she could tell he was recovered too.

Camilia was open now, her body taking a moment to rest and let the sting subside, her gaze shifts to a tire iron that had slipped under the car. Maybe she could use it if he came for her, slowly, slowly, their hand reaches under not to fast to make a sound.

Army’s chop collided with Camilia’s chest, once more filling the parking lot with the harsh ring of flesh slapping against flesh. A wonderful, crisp sound, really, especially when his chest wasn’t being used for the instrument.

He hit with enough force to leave his own arm numb, and he got see the immediate effect. Down Camilia went, right on her ass, leaving her nice and vulnerable for whatever he could think to hit her with next. Kind of sucked for her that things were going this way, but that hardly meant he was going to ease up - he knew well that, if the tables were turned, she’d do more and worse to him. His head was still thoroughly rocked from getting drilled in the street, as if he needed a reminder.

”Nothing personal, lady.” Army took a step back, then another, then another after than, making some decent space between them…

...before he came dashing forward at full speed, swinging his leg hard towards her chest, attempting to give her a hard kick and compound all the damage he’d been building up.

Camilia’s world was getting tougher by the minute her mind only scrapped her insides with pain, her stamina was slowly dropping but she had to focus on recovering. Her priorities were switching between recovering and grabbing hold of this tire iron. She knew it was only a matter of time before he attacked again and in her current state she wouldn’t be able to do much but take whatever he threw.

Her hand finally clasps hold of the cool rounded metal, sheboants as she rests her head against the car door. It concerned her that he was walking away but hearing him say it wasn’t personal pissed her off just s little. ”Oh it will be pinchazo.”

She was right to be concerned as he turned, dashing toward her like a freight train. She had no choice as underhanded as it was if she wanted to stay in this thing it was herbonky option. As his kick came in she pulled the piece of metal from under the car, slamming it against his leg as his kick pushed her harshly further into the car.

The Latina couldn’t be sure if she managed to hit him with it or not but his kick certainly landed in her. She slumps to the side, gasping and coughing for air, desperate to properly breath. Everything seemed to just come down but she couldn’t give up, not yet.

Army ran forward, his kick connected, and that was the exact moment when everything went to shit.

He wasn’t sure what happened, not at first. His kick hit her clean, dead-on. Granted, he wasn’t the best kicker in the world, but it wasn’t like she made all that hard of a target. She was on the floor, unmoving, no more a threat than your average football. An easy target.

So, then, why was he on the floor, aching, rubbing his leg and gritting his teeth like he was the one who’d gotten hit? It seemed wrong, too wrong, and he couldn’t make heads or tails of it, until he just so happened to see a tire iron laying nearby. That made things a little clear.

”Gotta be fucking kidding me…” He muttered under his breath, as he began to properly register what had just happened. Dirty move. Really dirty. But he guessed he shouldn’t have been too mad in an anything-goes sort of match. Recognizing that didn’t make it hurt any less, though.

With a long groan, Army grabbed the grill of a nearby truck and started to pull his way up, trying to get up and standing as best he could with out leg. It wouldn’t be easy, but he didn’t like the idea of taking too much time in this match. Carmilia had just shown she was good at exploiting openings, and he wasn’t keen on giving her another.

The kick to her chest brought her to a coughing fit, any attempts to bring any air into her lungs was quickly exhaled. Beads of sweat drop from her forehead as she crawls toward a trash bin, it took some effort to get to her feet but she managed even with her world a bit lopsided and spinning.

She shook her head violently, to reorient herself and bring her sense back under control. Her gaze meets Armando, from the way he stoodnit was obvious her desperate attempt work, good, she had something to work on now.

In all honesty it wasn’t a tactic she was very proud of, but was she sorry for it? No, no she wasn’t. This was anything-goes and she knew that in the same situation he would have done probably not the same but something close.

Camilia softly pants, this wasn’t the ideal position to be in but she still had enough stamina to do what she had too. ”I dunno about you Armando,but I could seriously go for a drink.”the thought of having a shot or two of tequila sounded nice right about now.

As fatigue sets in, the Latina begins to circle her opponent, it wouldn’t do either of them good to stand there. She had to keep moving, stay out of his reach, get in his blind spot.

Army gingerly, tenderly, carefully rose up to his feet. It wasn’t the easiest trek, and he only managed to do with generous help from the front end of a Prius, but after a few moments, he was up and on his feet and standing against. Mostly. Maybe leaning to the side a bit.

He wasn’t in the best shape, but thankfully, neither was Camilia. The two of them were on an even enough plane that she wasn’t able to follow up on the opening she made, a fact he was eternally grateful for.

”Yeah,” He snorted. ”Could use a drink. Could use whole lot of something’s to drink.” Preferably after he’d secured a victory.

Wanting to ensure that happen, Army started to move her way again, this time taking small steps, careful not to put too much pressure on his leg. When he was close enough, he lashed out with a couple of quick jabs, then followed it up with a hard right hook, trying to keep the pressure on.

It was concerning to see him back on his feet, she’d have rather had a few more minutes to recover but the show nusf go on as they say. With a heave of her own body she’d slowly step lightly around their enclosed make-shift ring.

She chuckles softly thought that in it self began to her as the damage she took reminded her it was still there.”Hey..how about this? Loser buys the winner the first round” Camilia could never say no to free drinks and with the way things were going, it could be anyone’s match.

The Latina was barely able to keep herself from being clobbered as his jabs and hook fired for her body, Armando was serious about this, her body was forced to strain itself just to stay in and avoid those truck powered hits.

Camilia does the one thing she can do, attack from the back! As she sidesteps, she launches forward, her plan was to knocking him off balance and go for his leg. If she work successful, Armando would easily find himself trapped in a single leg Boston Crab. Although that was the idea it wasn’t full proof, she had lost a lot of her speed due to fatigue.

Hm. Now , this was getting interesting.

The possibility of getting free drinks immediately caught Army’s attention. While he was out to win every match, there was nothing wrong with that added incentive, and the only thing better than a beer after a good fight was a free beer after a good fight. ”You’re on. Fair warning, though - I’ve got expensive tastes.”

That was a blatant lie.

He came at her hard now, throwing with a purpose, but that didn’t mean he would hit anything. Quite the opposite - he wound up going too hard, and she got the chance to come at his back. Down he went, and the next thing he knew, his leg was being yanked up in a nasty Boston Crab. ”Gah! Damn!” He cried out, smacking his fist on the ground, pulling himself forward like he was trying to reach ropes that didn’t exist.