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

She expected her feint to go unanswered but was she ever so glad that her surprise came through. Her fist digs into their stomach, affirming that what she had met was in fact flesh, internally she sighed with relief, having managed a blow, as they say ‘third times the charm.’

Watching them stumble and then go for the clinch, Camilia couldn’t help but feel a tinge if guilt, had this been anything other than a match, she may have checked if they were okay but she couldn’t. In her mind, she knew if the roles were reversed Lucia would only take advantage of this situation and so would she.

As the wolf came in to clinch, she walked into her own trap, the Latina takes their desperate attempt to stay on their feet, a plan already formulating to overpower and keep the lead in her favor. Her hands clasped around their midsection, their clamp adding it’s restrictions but not as much as shebwoukdve thought. With all these boxing techniques Lucia was tossing around, she must’ve had some training in the sport or was just a good mimic, either way, she’d have to keep on her toes with her opponent.

With her hands locked firmly together, she’d step out with her right foot, sliding it to better position herself. With a sudden heave, she’d attempt to lift the American off her feet, twisting her hip to cock to her right to slam them down to the canvas. Camilia had no time to really think of what was left to do, if she had managed to get them down, her hands would release, opting to possibly bring them into a headlock, to wrench them back and forth, straining their neck.

A clinch was an effective tool in a sanctioned contest, allowing a competitor to breath while limiting their foes ability to strike so closely packed. Almost as if she had thrown a boomerang at the start of the match, her disregard for Camilia’s attempt to lock up found her own vie for mercy cast aside as arms snapped around her body.

She huffed and wheezed, alarmed but helpless in the moment as Camilia whipped her around, taking her to the mat. She twisted at the sharp pain of being slapped flat against the canvas, backing trying to arch away from the impact but limited with her opponent draped across her body. The woman's weight on her chest did little to help drawing air back into her lungs but she was slowly regaining it through labored breaths.

One eye closed as she strained against the tightly flexed arm around her head. She kept her neck tense, trying to resist the whims of the woman on top of her by making the task of cranking her head easy for her. Things had gone down hill fast, but in the grand scheme of things this was better than being back on her feet taking another one of those power punches.

Her arms raised up, one brushing past Camilia’s arms to press her palm up beneath the woman’s chin. She extended her arm, trying to work the woman's head back, denying her sight of her handiwork and possibly do her own to work the girl’s neck with the poor positioning she had. Her other arm press flat to the canvas, snaking its way down between Camilia and her. She tucked her arm at the elbow to scoop up on of the girl’s bare thighs in her grasp.

Fighting free wasn't an opinion, not winded as she was. Making Camilia let her go was the only real way. She planted her boots to the canvas, counting down the seconds for her plans enactment as the woman on top of her wrenched her head. With a sudden buck she pushed off the ground with her legs, body twisting as she pulled up on Camilia’s legs. She tried to roll the two of them, still locked in the hold, but putting her opponent's shoulders to the mat while clutching one of her legs tightly to attempt to keep her from kicking out.

If she had managed to turn the woman over in such a way, the referee would drop to the mat, slapping the canvas as they began to count a Pinfall on Camilia. “One!” Lucia didn't expect her makeshift small package to win her the match, but she hoped it would win her the encounter by forcing a break to the headlock and stop her foe’s momentum dead.

The Latina was surprised at herself for flowing so smoothly with the set of strikes and then the submission hold. The ragged wheeze, the sharp unfinished breaths brought her the progress she needed to hear, it was good to finally be pushing some ground in this match especially with her rocky start.

The Latina was just about to give a final pull into a new move before she felt the sudden bridge of the wolf, if she were trying to break free with just that, then she was surely mistaken. It wasn’t until she felt the other part of her plan did she realize how much trouble she was actually in.

Her shoulders down on the mat, Lucia now on top and her leg held high in their makeshift package pin. Her eyes widened in alarm when the realization hit her and of course, she began to struggle for freedom. It wasn’t fast enough and here came the referee to start the pinfall Count.

”ONE!”

She growls, this was utterly humiliating, to be caught off guard and pinned so early in the match, her blood was getting hot bitshe figured the only way out was to release Lucia and shove her away, there weren’t many options to go on or any to quick that she could act on in the short span of time.

Just before their hand was coming down for the two count, Camilia relents you releasing her captive, shoving them fiercely off, if she were able and rolling back to put some distance between the two of them. She was angry, angry at herself for letting them catch her off guard and angry that she could’ve be done and finished had this been later on.

Slowly getting to her feet, she’d begin to encircle Lucia, she rolls her shoulder loose and try’s to come up with another strategy, she could go for another front, they’d expect that, and a test of strength would only end her with another blow to the head/face. She’d slide in close, minding her distance as she approached, the Latina opted to surprise her but that was easier said than done clearly.

Lucia didn't have the time of the wherewithal at the moment to really congratulate herself on the smooth transition into a rollup. her personal wrestling coach would have been proud to see her actually make use of a move that had practical use. Once she had gotten Camilia up onto her shoulders, the rest came easily. It wasn't nearly as gratifying as a straight pin, but that may have been due to the fact the Latina was clamped on her head like a vice. After the first count, everything fell into place as she had hoped. She had earned her freedom as her opponent let slip the hold, but why stop there? She had tugged at her thigh, drawing it up a bit more to try and keep her wedge to the mat. It hadn't worked however, instead of trying to simply cut and run, the girl had her head screwed on well enough to shove at Lucia, breaking her hold over Camilia as both women rolled off away from each other.

Had this been the movies, she would have turned that roll into a tumble and vaulted to her feet in a impressive display of acrobatics... though she would have been aided by wires edited out for the final cut. Here things were a bit more grounded, though surprisingly close to how sore she felt being locked into a stunt harness all day being yanked around like a ragdoll. Once she had distanced herself a great deal she ended up on her chest, forehead pressed firmly to the canvas. It was good to breath again, though her abdomen was sure to remind her of the blow she had taken. She could swear she could feel the woman's knuckle imprinted on her body, but this of course was just her imagination.

Her palms pushed up off the mat as her drew in a deep labored breath. The rise to her feet had been initially shaky but as she stood at her full height, balance and normally returned to her. All things considered she was feeling better aside from the lingering pains. She threw a hand up, combing her fingers through her hair to pull a veil of disheveled raven locks back from her face. She caught Camilia's eyes as her opponent began to circle. The Lone Wolf followed suit, though she hadn't returned to the stance she had used earlier. She looked more casual, walking on an angle to move opposite the Latina. At the sign of approach, she twisted her body the opposite way, taking a few hopping back pedal steps to keep ample distance between them. She would actually do this for quite awhile, in no real rush. This was a prime opportunity for her to recover and perhaps frustrate the woman by being overly evasive.

It wouldn't last forever though, it had all been a simple way to try and train a response. Each time Camilia moved in she would switch sides and move the other way. Simple. Predictable. An obvious pattern she hoped the girl would pick up on and try to start cutting her off. It would be at that point she would finally stop fleeing and change up her tactics. Rather than swapping sides to backpedal, she would side step in on Camilia's approach. With a sharp pivot of her foot she threw her leg backwards, whipping around with a viscous spin as she twirl in a near full rotation to bring a spinning heel kick around to try and bury it in the general area of Camilia's head/collar to try and bring the woman down to the mat.

With Lucia recovered, the match would again continue. Her frustrations were setting in and giving her a rough time trying to take back the lost ground she’d lost. The lone wolf was content for the time being with backpedaling, each step she took was another they used stepping back.

It wasn’t uncommon but it made sense, keep your distance, stay out of the opponent’s reach. Basics of the basics and her opponent was using them like a pro, although they added a shift to their opposite side to still keep up their guard. It was an easy pattern to follow but shy the predictability? If she really wanted results wouldn’t she be better off goin forbthe direct approach?

Her answer would soon come. With each cut off she managed to get, Camilia was falling for their trap more and more. It wasn’t until the sharply pivoted toward her and the vicious spine did she realize her mistake.”Acck!” The boot connected directly against her head, throwing her against the ropes which she was thankful for leverage but the throbbing sensation in her cheek was a bit more than she could take.

The momentum of the kick made it heavy and her brain was sent for a ride. Her world became a blurry daze for a moment, she was vunerable but she wasn’t out, she was like a wild animal in her current state. She was backed into a corner at this moment, although not fully recovered, she could wait patiently for a strike if they came to close, would she manage to connect? Well they could only hope and pray that is she were to strike before fully coming back to her senses that sheblanf something, somewhere.

The momentum she had built up with her snappy twirl had taken her completely around, even as her boot collided with Camilia’s face head on the sudden resistance of the woman's body had done little to slow her down. As the Latina was sent staggering into the ropes, Lucia gracefully planted her boots back on the mat, springing on the balls of her feet as she let loose another triumphant howl into the densely packed arena.


She felt that kick hit square,there was no way Camilia was all there after taking the blow head on. Now was her chance to strike, become that rolling snowball down the mountainside to let this wave of momentum grow before it was two big to handle. She hadn't seen much of what her opponent could do yet, but if she was a slugger like her punches suggested, The Lone Wolf was content to play the kicking game and keep her for at bay and we'll out of the other woman's range.

She rounded steadily on Camilia like a predator smelling blood on the breeze. She swayed a bit from side to side, following her opponents eyes, following how good her reaction time seemed to be with the shift. Once she had neared enough, she skirted at what she knew was a safe distance for her, puckering her lips to give the air a small kiss accompanied by a playful pat on her chin, daring Camilia to try and punch her. She didn't plan to give the woman an opportunity, just wanted to get her fired up enough to step in on her.

She would give Camilia a moment to possibly take the bait, if not she would close the distance. Lucia would swiftly dropped low, palms resting on the canvas as she hooked her leg around, extending it out to sweep her long legs across the ground to attempt to take Camilia’s legs out from under her. It was time to get this rolling in her favor by prepping for some good old ground and pound.

To say this wasn’t going according to plan was an understatement, she hadn’t expected so much momentum to not go her way and if things continued like this she feared she’d have another loss on her hands. That in itself shook the bull awake, she had to focus, get back into position and in this match and show the wolf she wasn’t so rag doll.

The sudden howl irked her, Lucia was obviously dominating so far in this match but she was floating way to early, ‘counting her chickens before they hatched’ as the saying went. As mad as she was she wasn’t stupid or reckless, the taunt was a annoying, very much so, it actually got under her skin but she couldn’t or wouldn’t rather, act recklessly, not with someone like her.

She’d plant her feet firmly as she steps in, her attempt at a grapple to ensnare them but she was met with air as they dropped to the mat. She felt a throbbing pain run up her leg but that was about it, her gaze followed the pain and found a foot planted firmly against her ankle. What the..? Did she think this was some kind of movie? That trick rarely worked and on the stone like Camilia, it was a no go.

With a low growl she felt it was time to put things back in her court. She held nothing back as she attempts to fire her boot into their chest, hoping their breasts wouldn’t stop her from knocking into her sternum and sending her backwards. The Latina was on fire, she wanted to prove the Bull was mightier to the wolf and she was going to have her way.

She had swept the legs out of many a person, in film, in training, even in the ring. A tried and true move, one the even looked visually appealing for onlookers for both how smooth she performed it as well as the way it had her body moving. She hadn't accounted for facing a freak of nature however. How her leg was stopped was beyond her understanding, but it left her looking up at Camilia in an awkward silence as their eyes met.

She preemptively winced even before the Latina’s boot plowed into her chest, throwing her back head over heels in a backwards tumble. When it was all over she somehow ended up in a sitting position, slumped forward as she clutched her chest, growling as she tried to cope with the pain.

Just before her kick, their eyes met with awkward silence , a first her and probably very embarrassing for possibly the both of them. Camilia took full advantage of this however, her boot planting firmly against their sternum and knocking them back.

The Latina made progress, that was really the only thing that mattered now but she had to keep it going. She couldn’t let Lucia get back into the swing of things or she’d be back down on the mat and at a disadvantage. With the wolf getting to a seated position, this was a good angle to work with. Camilia would back into the ropes, bouncing up for the momentum to launch herself forward in an attempt to rush her. If Lucia hadn’t recovered she’d brandish her knee in an attempt to crash into her chest to knock her back down.

If she missed, the katina would roll and hopefully quickly get to her feet.

Lucia's head hung low, veils of her raven hair spilling down over her face as she slowly and carefully pressed her fingers to her chest, applying pressure to make certain she hadn't just broken coming. Regardless of where the kick was suppose to hit her, she really didn't really appreciate getting booted in the boobs more or less. On some level, she supposed she should be happy Camilia wasn't trying to mash her face into a fine paste, but it was hard to really put much value on anything but the immediate pain every time she took a deep breath. The ring was still for a moment as her opponent backed away, she hadn't known where the Latina had gone until she lifted her head enough to peer through her hair.

As Camilia can charging off the ropes, Lucia leaned back, trying to scramble to her feet. The distance was far to small, she had barely managed to get one leg beneath her, not even able to kneel before she was on her. "Augh!" The lone wolf folded up backwards, back flattened to the mat. The back of her head smacked off the canvas causing her to let out a very unpleasant sounding noise that seemed to be a cross between a gurgle and a cough. The force had been do great, it almost lifted her up onto her shoulders before her body fell back down to the mat with a thud leaving her laid out.

Her golden eyes remained wide, staring up at the darkened ceiling above as she took hard labored breathes. She was starting to believe this woman had some sort of grudge against her chest, either that or she just preferred larger targets than something like her head. In Friction, is could be either honestly. All she knew right now was she was prepared for it to stop. She strained, rolling her weigh to the side. It was slow at first, but once she got moving she was able to cover ground steadily as he made a break for the ropes, trying to get herself out of the ring for a breather.