Camilia Espinosa vs. Armando “Army” Rodriguez

With that kind of attack it was fairly easy to slip past him, had he not tried to put everything he had into it, more than likely she’d probably be the one back down on the pavement. It was a relief to say the least to be behind them, this angle was far more suitable and it gave her more opportunities.

As he laid on the concrete, she’d pull up the leg she feels she had with hit with the tire iron previously, working on this leg specifically would slow him down and the way he was pounding his fist gave her all the insentive she needed. It was good to see him writhe in pain, after what he had down to her, this was a nice and much needed view.

”Gmmagh”she’d grunt, wrenching his leg back to continue the strain. Although his sudden movements surprised her she felt she had nothing to worry about, this wasn’t the ring meaning their’d be no rope breaks something she’d take full advantage of.

With things supposedly giving her the lead, Camilia had to think on what to do next, both of them were showing signs of fatigue, it wouldn’t be long before either of them fell but it wouldn’t be her. Maybe she should attempt a pin? It couldn’t hurt to at least see if she made any head way but not yet, he was still up and ready sndnthat wouldn’t do.

Army needed a way out, and he needed it bad, and he needed it right the fuck now. Camilia wasn’t quite the strongest woman he’d ever faced, but she was definitely higher on the list than most, deceptively strong for her size. She could really pour her power into the submission move, and it was only a matter of time before she wore him down to the nub.

But this wasn’t a regular match. There was no way to escape by just grabbing the ropes, nothing he could exploit for a quick escape. It seemed like he was stuck in the hold until she got bored or tired with it, which would probably be a while.

Unless…

He moved forward, reaching for it, clawing along the ground. He was close now, getting closer, almost there.

”Gotcha!” Army nabbed the tire iron, the same one that caused him so much pain a minute ago, swung around, and tried to hit Camilia in the back of the head with it.

Camilia was too focused, too worried about making his leg feel the sheer pain and misery she felt it so rightfully deserved. Her attention was drawn every so moment or so when she noticed them moving but she foolishly didn’t worry, there wasn’t any ropes to break the hold and as far as she knew no weapons to grab either.

It was then that it all went to hell.

She hadn’t enough time to really react to his “gotcha.” before she knew what was actually happening. She had thought for a seconds her had grabbed her but that wasn’t the case, she didn’t feel him on her person, so what was it he had grabbed?

Her head held the answer. thwack! her skull felt a heavy blow connect, almost as if it had split her head in two. She falls forward, the blow definitely sending her world into a misty daze. Her dreary gaze meets the tire iron, the same one she had used on him! Camilia looked on in disbelief, she couldn’t believe he’d use it on her skull like this but there she lay, winded and disoriented.

This was great, just great, she was helpless, and recovery was too far to reach for right now. Her mind began to panic, her body was slow on the uptake unknowing if the possible danger that awaited her. She could only imagine Armando’s next course of action and honestly she was in the verge of getting upset. She may end up having to buy the first round after all.

Army didn’t much like using weapons, truth be told, often feeling that his fists could get the job done ninety-nine times out of a hundred. He didn't mind hardcore fights, but he always liked them more for letting him go anywhere and brawl wherever he liked, spicing things up outside of the ring. Unless putting people through tables counted, he’d never been big on the foreign objects. Not his style, not his thing.

But, well, this was one of those ‘one-out-one-hundred’ situations. So, yeah. ‘Thwack’.

It hit her upside and brought her down, giving Army the relief he’d been craving. The Crab wasn’t meant to target his leg, more a move to wear on the back, but it hadn’t been pleasant for either part.Standing up wasn’t an option, not really. For the moment, he could only crawl.

So, crawl he did. Over to Camilia, to be specific. He dragged his way over to her, moved over her body, laid on her back and tried to wrap his arms around her neck, getting her in a tight choke hold, a mad attempt to squeeze her to sleep.

The only movement Camilia was capsblenof was breathing, her head was pounding and laying on the ground certainly didn’t help as the pain took full advantage and set in. Her mind was swirling but her vision began to solidify, that was certainly a plus...maybe.

As she went to prop herself up on her elbows, her body immediately fell back to the ground. Did she slip? Did she seriously need more time to recover? Their wasn’t a clear answer but another question did come to mind: where was Armando? That question that would soon be answered as her body was crushed under over 200 pounds of her opponent.

The air in her lungs immediately rushed out, he was, to say the least heavy case. ”Get...get off.”she demands weakly, the light struggle didn’t seem to do much for her, the positioning wasn’t to her liking and under his weight she didn’t have much choice but to begin crawling for something. Hopefully the tire iron if he didn’t toss it away.

Her plan would be cut short with his thick arms snaking around her throat, leaning her back toward him slightly as he hardened his hold. This was bad, she already didn’t have any air to begin with but now? Her hands shot toward his arms, frantically trying to grip and claw away their hold. Her struggle was in vain, even if she broke free it’d just be something else but not like this. The struggle soon began to weaken, she had used up every bit of air left and she had no way of recovering anymore. Her clawing began to lessen, it was practically a scratching attempt to desperately breathe.

Her world was slowly going dark, not the best thing to see right about now.

Camilia would probably hate losing like this, if he could pull it off. He knew he would if the positions were swapped, and he was getting the impression that the two of them weren’t all that dissimilar. She was a fighter, no doubt one with a storied background, the sort of person who didn’t lose often and lost when she wasn’t on her feet even less often.

Getting put to sleep wasn’t a good way to go out. It was an enforced nap, being made to struggle and buck and squirm as the life was squeezed out of you.

To Camilia’s credit, she fought it like a champ, struggled and put everything she had into getting free. More than once, Army feared that she would actually slip out, and he had to tighten the hold to make sure that didn’t happen.

But there was only so much she could do without an air supply, and he struggles began to weaken, getting lighter and lighter. He held on, too, making sure to ride her out until the end, wanting to see just how long it would take before the lights went out.

There was no stopping it, she was fighting a losing battle taking this enforced nap seemed to be the only way to be free from his hold, although she’d at least make one more feeble attempt to pry free. Camilia had to give it Armando, just this once he was better than she, something the Latina didn’t admit too often.

She could only imagine what that would be like, the fierce cough, the sudden turn table for the win. It was all a dream now, her claws dulling. The proud Latins couldn’t do much but give in, her full class falling to the pavement.

In all honesty as much as she hated this, she had to be her proud of herself for trying so hard. She with the short time to think, there was definitely some places she let him get to close, moved too recklessly but that was okay, they’d know better next time. The last thing she can vaguely recall is how expensive is this round of drinks going to cost her?

With that final though, Camilia goes limp in his grip. The world she found herself in was dark, too dark to make out anything. On the concrete she’d lay, out cold.

Winner: Armando “Army” Rodriguez via knockout