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

Another strike delieverd and this seemed to do just as much damage as the first, something she could be thankful for as the lone wolf laid along with an incomprehensible sound escaping their lips. Itbeought a tinge of concern maybe that was too much on her newfound opponent but she had to keep this up, Lucia didn’t seem the forgiving type so the bill would give them everything she had and more.

She turns back to Lucia who was in her way over the side of the apron to gain some breathing room, Camilia rushes to meet her and cut off her escape, sliding to her knees as she would roll them back over. ”¿de dónde crees que vas?” She’d ask, pressing her weight down on the wolf hoping to attempt a pin.

The Latina would use her chest to pin their top down, while her right hand hooks their leg. She was confident that she could get at least a two but this was only to gauge how much work she’d still have to give to put the wolf down. She could imagine that Lucia would surprise her and turn this around on them but the bull had doubt that was possible right now. The ref slides in, going for the count.

Was Camilia just thinking out loud or actually talking to Lucia at this point? She knew, at the very least the Latina had asked her something about “where” but the rest of it spoken naturally soared well over her head, especially in the moment. As she was grabbed, she feared the worst.

Pulled onto her back again only to have Camilia drape her body over her wasn’t terrible considering the other option. Though, she didn't appreciate having the added weight pressing down on where the woman had hammered her in the chest moments prior. She dropped her head back to the canvas as he left was lifted up, trying to control her breathing. She knew she wasn't going to be here long and wanted to use the moment to recover a bit.

“One!”

“Tw- break!” The referee lifted up a bit, signalling for Camilia to separate from the pin, motioning to Lucia’s other leg which had extended out to rest on top of the lower rope.

With the pin locked in, she felt confident that she could handle just about anything the moment they kicked out, confident in her own skill as the wolf laid beneath her, slowly but surely recovering as the ref slapped the mat for the first count. Deep down the Latina expected to hear “Two” but just as it was coming she heard “break!” instead.”

Camilia was confused, she looked up and saw the issue: their leg had sneaked over to the top rope. As unfortunate as it was, she didn’t have a choice but to pull away, Lucia was showing just how crafty she was and that was getting to her. Would she have any tricks of her own when the time came? Maybe but if they were this sharp, even in this position. It’d be unlikely she executed them properly.

First things first, she needed to get them away from the ropes, it’s be problematic if she continued to use them to her advantage and honestly, she could do without it. Grabbing both of her ankles she’d attempt to drag them to the center of the ring, in doing so she hopefully ensured herself that she was at an optimal distance from her reach and with her legs in tow they wouldn’t be doing much either.

There was no real denying Camilia had built up some substantial momentum, it was one of the many reasons she ways on her back being covered by her after all. She had the good ring awareness to keep track of the ropes she had been fleeing to when the Latina had caught her before an escape could be made.
It had been a boon, allowing her to take it slow and now have to expend any real effort to try and free herself from underneath her opponent. The moment Camilia raised off her chest, her previous plan was green lit again. She wouldn't give the other woman a chance to grab hold of her ankles, already slipping beneath the bottom rope to head outside the ring.

Lucia dropped down onto her boots, looking back towards the ring as she took a few stumbling steps towards the barricade. She wouldn't let her gaze fall from Camilia, mindful the woman could give chase a large number of ways and not all of them would be quick to react to.

She leaned herself up against the raised divider, half sitting against it without taking her feet off the ground. She was okay with letting the referee start the ten count, she wouldn't need the entire thing to recover. For now she just took some time to breath and collect herself as fans behind her tauntingly howled up at the Latina.

Once again the lone wolf proved just how nimble and quick she could be, just moments after Camilia had pulled away and reached for her ankles they had already escaped to the outside. It was frustrating to lose her quarry but she’d have them back in her clutches soon.

From what they could tell, Lucia wanted a breather, the ref steps up to the ropes beginning her count.

”ONE!”

She throws out the first count for the ring out, this wasn’t something she’d let them take advantage of, the bull knew the moment they had recovered would be the moment that’d she’d be on her back, receiving another pin attempt, no, this was a chase and she was going to catch them.

”TWO....”

The Latina measure the distance, they weren’t even really standing, just a seated/standing stature, not to mention the taunting howls behind her. Their fans rallied behind them but so did hers, they shout her nickname in retaliation and it filled her with a daring sense of recklessness.

“THREE..”

She’d dash toward the opposite side of the ring, bouncing from the ropes and using the momentum to speed up her run. With her speed now boosted, she’d go for an attempt, an attempt she hardly ever made while wrestling, Camilia would attempt a suicide dive over the top rope to bring down the wolf, so many things could go wrong but if she landed this the layoff would be huge.

As Lucia watched Camilia from the comfort of the outside, she could almost see the gears whirling in the Latina’s mind. The way she was looking to the outside as if considering how possible it was to do something dangerous. She knew the look well, she used to make it all the time on set. She just happened to have a manager and stunt coordinator on hand to reign her in a bit. Lucia stared her opponent dead on, slowly shaking her head as if to dissuade her from trying.

“Don't do it…” She softly whispered to herself, brow knit in frustration as her opponent bounced back against the far ropes, charging towards her. The crowd died down a bit in anticipation, everyone seemed to know what was about to happen. As Camilia took to the sky, soaring over the top rope, Lucia ducked herself we'll out of the way, dropping down off the barricade to skirt to the side, leaving her opponent to dive headfirst into nothing but hard ground and an errectible barricade.

Most would be overjoyed to have avoided such a move, knowing full well how badly hurt their opposition would be. Lucia wasn't exactly thrilled, not wanting to see this woman seriously injured. She was “The Lone Wolf” yeah, but picking at scraps wasn't her thing.

In those moments before and during the dive, Camilia had kept her eyes locked on her target, she was sure that she had came on too fast but obviously not fast enough. The next few moments would show her initial terror as her gamble came crashing down to bankruptcy, Lucia had moved and now there was nothing but a barricade and the rough, hard floor.

Her body crashes against the barricade for the most part, a horrible sound that you didn’t ever hear from human lips escapes her. Breathing was difficult as she lay face down on the ground her right shoulder and head literally throbbing in pain, her recklessness probably cost her this match but she’d have to keep on fighting.

For the time being She’d lay there as the count restarts with her venture outside the ring, Camilia honestly expected Lucia to take full advantage of her mistake, not even giving the bull a mere moment to try to breathe or recover but her pained gaze didn’t see them coming. Was she actually allowing her to at least sit up or at the very least recover before having to climb back in the ring? The answer was unclear for now but at this time, in these moments, she’d gladly hug the floor.

As a current spectator to the misfortunes of Camilia, it was little surprise Lucia’s shock mirrored most of the audience. While some cheered for just the spectacle of it, others started a arena wide “Holy shit!” chant. The Lone Wolf needed a moment to stare at what became of her foe with an odd mix of pity and horror. In her previous match with Peggy, she had hammered her opponent rather viciously with moves on the outside, left the girl nearly hobbled. This was different. Camilia did this to herself. There was no heated exchange, no epic struggle, just a woman with a dream crashing to the floor.

She didn't feel at all comfortable just stomping the poor woman into the ground after that. Perhaps that was was something she needed to get over as a competitor. Would the Latina have given her mercy were the roles reversed? She wasn't sure. Slowly she made her way over to Camilia, weighing her options.

This could easily have gotten her a win. Maybe easily as leaving her opponent crumpled on the outside, or throwing her into the ring for a pin. That wasn't the first thing on her mind though. It was making sure Camilia was okay. Asking her was of course the easiest solution, but also laziest. If the girl was hurt, she might not know it, or simply bluff. She needed to get her back into the ring so the referee could have a look… and she needed to do it without being obvious. The fans liked sportsmanship, but they also liked a serious fight. She didn't want to break that illusion.

Reaching down, Lucia grasped at the collar of Camilia’s jacket and the back lip of her denim shorts, hiking them up as she tried to drag the Latina up a bit, backing her towards the ring. She would take a few hopping steps as she got close, building up some momentum to toss her opponent under the bottom rope into the ring. She followed by hopping up onto the apron, buying time by pumping her fist to hype up the crowd as if she had something big planned while she stalled for time for the referee to check if Camilia was okay to continue.

Howls broke out across the arena again as she paraded herself along the ropes, only slipping back into the ring once the referee backed off, not calling for a match stoppage. Moving up behind Camilia, she attempted to slip her hands underneath the girl’s arms to drag her to the middle of the ring, leaving her propped up in the sitting position. She would slip down to scoot in behind the woman, wrapping her legs around her waist and arms around her neck if not stopped, to lock her into a full body rear naked choke. The submission seemed like a safer option. Drilling the woman with more of her kicks after that dive worried her. She had already shelved one member of Friction with a concussion, she didn't want to do it again.

Still nothing, she was still fully conscious, although battered, the changing running through one ear and out the other. At least she managed to over power the howl for a moment with the sudden cry’s of “Holy shit!” Echoing across the arena. Camilia was a trooper, she’d taken worse but that had been a long time since those days and this was fresh, fresh enough to scrape anything she had felt before.

The Latina would prepare to get herself up and going, readying for the oncoming punishment, that may be coming her way but it was the Lone Wolf who brought her to their feet albeit by the collar of her jacket and the lip of her shorts, she’d find herself being rolled into the ring, what was going to happen? Who knew, they were only focused with getting back up and into the fight.

The ref rushes to her side, checking for any damage tag may put her out for the night, the throbbing continued but like all pain, it’s die down, waiting and plotting to resurface when one thought it was over. They conclude that she was still able to continue, that brought her some relief but the wolf was still a problem.

It took some effort but she managed to prop herself up, only she wouldn’t be able to keep it for long as Lucia rolled back into the ring, hyping up the crowd once again, who just seemed to mock her as the match continued. It still got under her skin and the fact she felt she had seen them somewhere still roamed through her head.

The sudden tug alerts the Latina, there’d be no possible escape as they brought her to the center of the ring, dropping down behind her and locking their legs around her waist. At first she expected a body scissors until she felt her arms began to snake around her throat, in that moment, Camilia panicked, the thought of Armando choking the life out of her floods her mind. No! It wouldn’t be like this, before the hold could be completely locked in and all hope lost, her skull rears back, attempting to knock the movie star’s nose and hopefully free herself from this torture.

Part of Lucia knew she was being too soft. Not taking advantage of Camilia on the outside, she had even been a bit more careful when she threw her into the ring to not damage the sentimental jacket. Giving to so long to to recover when the referee checked her out. Even dragging her to mid ring to go for a submission instead of just mounting her for a ground and pound. Injuring Peggy had dialed her aggression back a bit. As far as she could tell Camilia was a nice girl. She didn't intend to hand her a win, but she certainly want going as hard as she should.

She scooted up against Camilia, bumping into the small of the woman's back lightly as she wrapped her long legs around the girl’s waist, locking her ankles to hold her in a small scissor. As she had started to reach around her neck to draw her into a choke, Camilia’s head rocketed back, catching her squrlarely in the face.

Her hands snapped to her head as she reeled back, holding her face as she let out a shrill cry of pain. One of her eyes was closed tight while she squinted with the other. Dropping onto her back, she gave her hips a hard twist, trying to flop Camilia onto her side, doubling down by holding her in just the body scissor as she suffered through the pain in her face.