El poder y la ágil-Camilia Espinosa vs. Lucia Lynch

Another day, another match. Camilia was happy to have another match on her hands and even more so to find out it was against a fellow rookie, there probably would be a competitive outlook since the two of them want to be in the spotlight and keep their wheels turning. It wasn’t unlike her to not check up on her opponents for her matches, tonight she’d do just that and take a quick peek before getting ready.

At the match list for the night, she sees her name and runs along the line to find their name “Lucia Lynch..pretty name.” She felt she had heard itsomewhere before, it was on the top of her tongue but nothing, no dice, nada. They’d end up shrugging their shoulders, she was sure they would remember later, it might bug her but she’ll get it..eventually.

As the time for the match swiftly came, Camilia would zip up her biker jacket and tighten the laces at her boots, the memory of who they were didn’t come which in fact irritated her a little bit she wouldn’t let it get the best of her, not tonight. A soft sigh, a solemn check of her attire and she was ready, heading toward the curtain to await her name and begin the same song and dance but hey, there was always a different partner, sometimes a different tune too.

Spoiler:

As soon as her music started, blaring over the speaker systems across the arena, the Latina would force open the curtains, stomping and grounding herself as she shot up her twin devil horn hand gestures. She honestly loved doing it and why fix what isn’t broken right? The crowd begins to roar as she walks down the ramp, waving and high-giving the audience as she makes her way down.

Coming up to the ring, she’d step up to the steel steps, climbing her way up before walking across the apron before slipping in between the ropes, Her mindset was to give it her all as per usual, she wouldn’t want it any other way and she hoped but her opponent would too. Hopping on the balls of her feet, they attempt to loosen themselves up, working out any kinks she might have and definitely trying to work in a rhythm for herself.

Lucia bit down hard on her wrist wrapping, turning her head to the side as she tugged them nice and tight. Sher flexed her fingers, testing the give. Last match she had, she had got a bit might on her preparations and paid for it in the form of scraped up knuckles. In the moment she hand't noticed, but the day after? She wound up alternating between ice and heat in a effort to bring down the swelling. It had been awhile since then though. Plenty of time to heal up, both physically and with her opponent. There had been a bit of regrettable bad blood during the match, she thankfully had been able to track her down to patch things up. She wasn't quite sure where that would go down the road, but someplace good she hoped. She tied off her wrappings, eyeing herself in the mirror. She twisted and leaned, making sure everything looked alright. It was time to get on out there.

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Theme Music:

Lucia Lynch, The Lone Wolf:

The arena lights faded away leaving only darkness before a dim red hue illuminated the massive room. The entryway in particular had been bathed in a brighter more ominous glow as a slow moving fog rolled over the grating. Lucia's fingers pokes out from the curtains before she slowly parted them wide with her arms outstretched to her side.. Her demeanor oozed confidence, the ominous red glow surrounding her as fog licked at her boots made her seem otherworldly and dangerous. Her bright gold eyes locked on her distant opponent in the ring with a theatrics intensity, as if the two had a long and troubled past with one another. She slowly raised her arm, reaching out to point a single digit towards the Latina woman. She didn't pay the crowd any mind, and it hadn't mattered even in the least, everyone was already going wild. A chorus of howls rang out across the arena, what started as a small number seemed to multiply until the howls drowned out the cheers. He minor renown in Japan had been on the steady rise since her debut in Friction. Many in attendance hadn't come to see her wrestle, they had just come to see her period. She reached up, cupping her hands on either side of her mouth, leaning back to loudly howl into the sea of others following suit.


She flashed a knowing smirk, the red lights playing off her face. She moved down the ramp at a slow and steady place, her sashay accentuating her natural curvature for a bit of obvious fan service for all the people camped up against the barricade. Sex sold, it was true in just about every form of media she had ever dipped her toes in. If there was one thing she knew she had to do, it was sell herself. A profitable brand would mean more for her than any amount of wins could. It didn't hurt to have this many people behind her either. She could image against a newer opponent, the overwhelming support she was receiving might be intimidating.

As she reached the base of the ramp she picked up her speed into a charged, throwing herself under the bottom rope to glide into the ring. She slowly rose to her hands and knees, crawling a few padding steps before she rose with each step after to walk straight up to Camilia to look her right in the eye. She leaned in slowly, lips slightly parted, suggestive as if she were about to try something before she suddenly snapped, biting at the air right before her nose. With a fanged grin she slowly slipped back, moving to the middle of the ring. "Hey." She had no reason to speak low, the crowd drown out her pleasantries out from anyone but the two women and the referee being able to hear it. "Want to give me a howl? It's fun, promise~" She arched a slender brow, waiting for a brief moment for her to join in before going ahead to do it again herself.


As her ringing howl slowly died out, the lights finally rose back up, leaving them free from the bizarre twilight brought on by her entrance. She loosened up a bit, dropping some of her act to loosen up. "Dig the jacket." Nice sens of style if nothing else. She couldn't help but wonder how well the woman managed to fight in it, especially with those tight sleeves. Possibly something she could exploit? Maybe.

In her career, Camilia saw all types of entrances, some that could’ve gone better, some that could’ve been less flashy, and then some that had a lot of work to be done to it. This? This wasn't either of those. She was actually surprised how sold she was to her position, how they flaunted her stuff like it was no one’s business. Of course the crowd was eating it up and if she were out there, she might as well too.

Now wasn’t the time to be impressed however, she was here to win, same as the other, a friendly chat before the bell was fine but anything after that would be a battle for dominance, victory, and to prove their betters. The howl was a bit much for her but she found herself falling for it, it was a catching set they pulled and it warped the crowd to their side even more so.

From the first howl she could guess her entire gimmick, a lone wolf against a ticking time bomb bull, how very fitting for a predator to met their match. Her excitement oh so obvious as she bounced on her feet, her blood pumping wildly for them to get started.

As they slide into the ring, she somewhat expected the simple pleasantries “Hey, I’m gonna kick your butt.” “ oh same!” The works but that didn’t happen, instead they approached her, invading her personal space somewhat an action she wouldn’t back down from. Her red gaze locked as they inches closer, what was she doing? Her answer became of so clear when they bit the air and showed off their fanged grin. The Latina could tell she’d like this opponent, they were flashy but just the right amount.

With the invitation of the howl, there was no way the hyped up woman could resist joining in. She arched her back, cupping her hands and following suit to their glorious howl!

Owoooooooooooooooo!

What do you know? It was kind of fun, she’d have to think of something cooler to do for her entrance from now on, the simplicity was nice but why not try to really sell her angle? She’d exchange a grin of her own at their compliment “Well thanks, it was a gift from my mamá before I left for America.” It was the first time someone had actually complimented it, so she felt the need to express that god hit of info to her opponent just to give her mamá sense of taste their just dies.

Her pools run over their attire, very edgy in appearance but she liked it, they nod approvingly “Yours isn’t too bad either, lobo solitaro. I’m looking forward to this match, if you fight as good as your entrance was, I think I won’t have issues with it. Just know ill be dándole todo. I’ll give you everything I’ve got!” with all that being said, she slams her fist into her palm, ret-to-go.

There was a bit more perk in her step when she moved away, already getting behind this match before it began. Normally her opponents wouldn't humor the howl. Either it was catching on a bit more in the back, or this woman wasn't nearly as serious as her last few matches. Either way, she certainly wouldn't knock the free endorsement. She gave a small nod as the girl explained the origins of her jacket, feeling a small pang of guilt for scheming up ways to use it against her. She wasn't sure if she would put any of her precious keepsakes in harms way in something like a wrestling ring. She made a personal note to be careful about how she handled it, though it couldn't be helped if she accidentally cracked Camilia open. She wasn't exactly known for kicking people softly.

"Added benefit of a stylist." Camilia didn't seem like a fan from before she stepped into the ring, the compliment likely made without knowing this was more or less her attire pulled straight from her movie roles. She wasn't about to drone on about the particulars, there was a wrestling match to fight after all. "That's Spanish, right? Uh... solitary... wolf?" She knew the word for wolf, the other had been a guess. Her high school days were long behind her, most of her grasp of the foreign language had been lost to the ages. A few key words however, she knew from translation work on her movies. Her stage name was The Lone Wolf after all, made sense.

Lucia tucked her elbow, windmilling her shoulder to work it out a bit as she took in what the woman opposite her had to say. She knew the word for "all" as well, coming to the conclusion she was talking about giving her all. That was fine. While she may have been an actress primarily once, she was a competitor now. "Wouldn't have it any other way, Petarda." She didn't know the girl well enough to really be tossing out little pet names, but something about how this woman carried herself made it feel right. The inclusion of random Spanish in her phasing was no doubt going to get to her eventually, her natural curiosity making it hard on her for being in the dark. That had been one of the main reasons she had started learning Japanese since she came here to avoid the drop of communication.

As she brought her arms up, she flicked her wrists a bit shaking them out. With a roll of her shoulders she flexed her fingers into tight fists, her compact stance was certainly not one of a grappler. Her legs parted, taking a few small pivots on the balls of her feet to find the right positioning. The bell finally sounded, the referee affirming their match had begun. She bounced lightly, feeling the movement work through her legs, keeping her blood flowing and ready to move. "Lets see what you've got, keep up or I'm gonna eat you whole." She punctuated it with a small wink, despite the obvious threat it came off rather lighthearted. Unless Camilia outright charged her out the gate, she would slowly begin to sidestep, circling her opponent to size up her fighting style.

”I guess that would be some benefits.” she’d recognize that fact, she didn’t really have the sort of money for that kind of thing so she just used what she had. Still, even now, Camilia could feel the sense of familiarity about them, it kinda bugged her that she couldn’t remeber but now wasn’t the time to think on it.

She peeled up at their guess, they were right. She was surprised they gave her a correct response most she had competed against either didn’t respond or it was against another who knew fluent Spanish. ”Good, guess.” She’d state, giving them the satisfaction of their correct answer.

The Latina would bounce on the balls of her feet again, getting back into the rhythm as she sized up the girl, their nickname made her chuckle but she felt no reason to respond to it. She should’ve introduced herself more proeperly to her old stage name back in México but again, not the time, not the place.

Watching them shift into their stance she spreads apart her legs, her feet digging into the mat, her strategy was to rush them, go for a test of strength, maybe a bit predictable, but it gave her a chance to really check their measure, test their metal. Her gaze gardens to focus ”Do think I’ll give you the chance chica, La Toro always gives the horns.”

With the sound of the bell she launches forward, her hands open wide, her feet thundering against the canvas, from anyone else perspective this looked almost like a bull charging at the matador, except in this scenario, she’d attempt to lock up with the lone wolf, start things off in her court and take the lead.

It would go without saying any hot blooded wrestler who lived and breathed their work within the ring would meet Camila head on. The crash of two competitors slamming into one another, the rora of the crowd, the epic struggle as larger than life personalities clashed on the grandest stage of them all… that however, wasn't really who Lucia was. When push came to shove, she was a down and dirty brawler.

As Camila came in to participate in a noble test of strength, what she got from the Lone Wolf wasn't was she had been looking for. The raven haired actress leaned into the lunging woman, curving her arm through the air in a quick vicious arc to catch the platinum haired woman in the side of the head with a hook.

If that had bought her enough time, she would find a rhythm in the weave of her punch, rounding with her opposite arm to aim a follow-up cross aimed right between the eyes. The bull might not have been seeing red yet, but she was looking to make her see more stars than just Lucia.

The Latina has read the woman wrong on every level she could think of, they talked game but when she pushed to start she found herself stumbling back from a sneaky hook to the side of her head, to say she was caught off guard would be an understatement.

There wasn’t much time to recover before their cross came barreling toward her, a boxing technique, how fitting. Natural instinct kicked in as she rose her arms for a guard in her shifting, disoriented state. She had to spread out her legs evenly to keep herself balanced to even fully recover from the slight stun.

Thankfully her guard held and the punch connected, it wasn’t heavy but still, they had to be wary, She seemed the type to rather tip toe herself into optimal positions than go for them outright. The bull had learned a hard lesson, one she wouldn’t soon forget with the start of this match.

If a boxing move was what she was after, then Camilia could offer her the same luxury.

With the The daze settling after a few sparring moments, she’d pivot in her right foot, sliding it forward as her left propels her forward, her own right cross, brimming with power as she fires it right back.

Lucia would have been fine sending Camilia reeling, running her down like a dog for an early easy win. Her hook landing flush gave her a taste of the coming onslaught she was looking to unleash. She followed through after the impact, knuckle twisting up against her opponent's face, grinding up against her cheekbone until her fist flew free. Stepping forward she had followed up with a driving straight, the dull smack of her fist falling short as it dug into a raised forearm.

She sneered, eyes narrowing from behind her tucked right arm. She still pushed forward even as her outstretched arm shook in protest against Camilia’s defenses, trying to somehow will it through to bury itself in her face. She was forced to retreat when it became clear there was no more headway was possible. Further assault seemed unwise, if she couldn't stagger Camilia outright, she was sure a counter attack was on the way.

Her forearms raised up in a vertical position, shutters in which to peer past, a thin slit to watch her opponent from a safe distance. She shuffled her boots, finding a bracing footing to ground herself. There it was, a fist soaring right at her. With a soft clap her forearms formed a blockade, denying her of sight but absorbing the woman's punch.

Her boot soles squealed like nails on a chalkboard as the sheer force of the woman's punch had managed to shove Lucia back a few inches. She hissed through gritted teeth as the numbing impact sent a ripple of pain up her arms. She threw her arms wide, leaning her weight back as she threw her leg up, thrusting it out to try and plant her boot into the woman's abdomen with a hard push kick. A winding blow, possibly, its real intent throw her away before she could score a combination. A bit of breathing room was required as she had to reconsider her approach. Trading punches with Camilia had already revealed itself as a dangerous proposition.

Her punch was to get even but it seemed Lucia didn’t have that in mind as they two threw up their guard to block themselves. She was aggravated sure but not consumed, she had managed some progress against the girl and it was something she could take.

The soft squeal of their boots made sure to let her know and give a suggestion that she may have more strength than her. Even if that were true, strength wasn’t everything and if she were a fool and let that get to her head, she’d end up losing Becuase of that kind of confidence.

The Latina readied herself for a second attempt for a blow, she readied herself bit inmeidtaely felt the restraint of a boot halting her progress. A low growl erupts from her throat but the kick wasn’t heavy either, something she was all to glad for but that didn’t mean it hurt. She found herself taking a step back to breath and rethink her angle.

Camilia realized she had lost the lead, two attempts she had made this far and twice she failed, she needed to get back in this but how? Lucia was obviously letting those gears turn to formulate a new plan, so what could she do to counter?

It all became clear in an instant, she braced herself, her fingers clenched tightly into fists as their master prepared herself. She’d throw another right arm cross, her hope was to distract them long enough for her to step in with her right, halting the punch before her left would fire toward their gut in an attempt to score a hit. It was a risk she was willing to take this early in the game but one she knew she had to land. If she lost anymore ground in this match she might as well be toast.

Throwing her weight into the shoving pick hadn’t been enough, she had been able to force Camilia back, but not as much as she wanted. The woman was a wall, if she was going to take her down she was going to need more finesse over force. She dipped in, arms raised defensively as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

In the moment her mind was racing at the quick exchange. She hadn't traded blows with another person so evenly since she stepped into a Friction ring. Her blood was pumping as she was hyper focused to every minute detail. Her eyes flared as she bobbed to the side, Camilia’s punch gliding past her head sending up a plume of her hair blow wide. She lowered her guard as she twisted, an arm cocked back like the hammer of a revolver as she locked her sights on the woman's chin.

“Guh!” Lucia’s body buckled as Camilia’s fist sunk deep into his stomach, air forcefully expelling from her mouth as if it were a banished poltergeist. There was no defending the gap that suddenly opened up between them now. Any room between them now would give the woman a clear path to landing blow after blow. Rather than letting herself reflexively retreat, find safety away from the threat, her best bet lay closer.

Lucia staggered forward, arms wide as she attempted to clutch Camilia close for a clinch, sticking to her opponent as if there were any undeniable magnetic attraction. She had never hugged another woman so desperately until now. She had almost purposely let herself drop to the mat, whatever was waiting for her on the ground seemed unlikely to be as dangerous allowing herself to be hammered by Camilia as she remained upright.