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

Camilia felt something was off here, lucia’s aggression was much less than it was when she started, it was like they were holding back now. Maybe her mind was playing tricks on her but she couldn’t deny that sinking feeling even when she heard that sudden shriek in pain.

The Latina now found herself laying in her side, a slight throb to her head from the transition but the lone wolf spoiled a greater pressure to her midsection with those thick, elongated legs. Her insides felt ready to burst from pain and as much as she tried to pry herself free, it wasn’t any use, her ankles were locked and the ropes were to far off to grab. ”Nnngah! L-let go!” she’d demand, squirming in another attempt to free herself.

What could she? What was there to do? She had a free set of arms an ample room to maneuver buthow could she possibly go about this without hurting herself? Camilia suddenly had a desperate plot, if she could aim it just right she’d attempt to send an elbow right for their side, hoping and praying that her assault would allow her the freedom she so badly wanted.

Lucia drew in a few shakey breathes through her mouth after attempts to breath through hose noses were met with obvious discomfort. She contorted her facial features a bit, working the feeling back into it after taking the stiff headbutt. “Auuuurg…” she growled a bit as she wallowed in the pain.

As much as she wanted to focus her efforts on trying to recover, Camilia’s prying hands working along her legs was a reminder she still wasn't out of the fight yet. Planting her side to the canvas, she gave her legs a hard twist, slowly working out even the smallest of space between her thighs as they closed in around her opponents body. The power that resided in her legs was incredibly apparent as she squeezed the life out of me Latina.

Having Camilia squirming in her grasp was a nice change of pace, and a thankful departure from the vicious dive the girl had taken. She needed a new strategy if she couldn't keep her locked in like this. Between the two of them, it was clear the Latina had her in terms of strength. She seemed more versatile too. There was a serious disadvantage to be overcome here, one she needed to be more cunning to get around she was sure.

“Oof!” Camilia’s elbow dug into her side hard, while it wasn't enough to actually make her release the hold, she parted her legs anyway to do just that. She wasn't very interested in taking another hard shot for free. She needed to start wearing Camilia down more, and doing it in a way she could still recover. Trading blows would cost her the match.

Lucia shuffled back on the canvas, moving away from Camilia as she rose to her feet, waiting for her opponent to do the same. Her body ached, her head throbbed, and she couldn't tell just yet how much of the big dive’s effects still lingered with her opponent. She needed to experiment a bit while she was on more even ground, dipping into something a bit deeper than raw physicality. She watched and waited. Bouncing a bit on the balls of her feet, arms raised up ready to meet the Latina head on again.

If it hadn’t been for the elbow she probably would’ve been crushed in those rather impressive legs, her sides were burning with the torment. Still, it was a good sign she managed to drive Lucia back but for how long, to what end would she give her? The Latina was far from being one hundred percent and if she learned anything in thes last few minutes it was that Lucia was extremely cunning and vastly surpassed her in terms of quick thinking.

She rolls back, giving herself more space to properly get to her feet, her head throbbed like it had been hit by a freight train and her shoulder pulsed with pain, it might be a good choice to not use it for a little bit or maybe she just had to roll it in joint first? Standing tall, she’d rotate her shoulder in hopes to crank it back into a somewhat usable state, Camilia had to be quick, Lucia looked ready to pounce.

It didn’t do much for her but it was good enough for the time being, she’d more than likely have to get it looked at later but the lone wolf was her concern at the moment. Seeing them full of energy wasn’t delightful all things considered, that brain of hers was a threat and one she’d have to push herself against if she wanted to win.

Brute force seemed like a good option to go with this one but then again with the last few attempts, the payoff wasn’t worth the risk of being put in another submission hold or injuring herself further but if that’s what it took...

Camilia, lowered herself into their stance, it’d be easier to protect herself like this and beyond anything else it may force Lucia to rethink her approach. The Latina would aim for that window of thinking, even if it was only a split second thought she’d take any advantage she could have but still, something bothered her in the depths of her core. The Latina couldn’t shake the feeling but couldn’t put her finger on it either.

Lucia slowly circled Camilia, springing a bit with ease step, staying light on her feet. She looked a bit more intense, really seeing her opponent for the threat she was now. The Lone Wolf would on occasion suddenly lunge in with a hopping step before dipping back out, trying to bait a reaction, anything she could size upon to gain the upper hand.

If she managed to catch an opening, or if enough time had passed without either woman making an actual move, she would actually push in, going for what seemed to be a simple collar and elbow tie up. Instead, she tried to hook both her hands around the back of Camilia’s neck pull the woman forward, trying to bend her closer to drive her knee up into the woman.

If she managed to keep hold, her fingers would lace behind the woman's head, letting up a bit to allow her to rise slightly before dragging her forward again into another knee, and another, not willing to give up on punishment until the Latina’s legs gave out on her or they managed to forcefully break the hold.

Lucia wasn't a grappler, she was a striker. While she couldn't go punch for punch with Camilia, she knew she could bury this woman with her knee strikes and vicious kicks if provided enough openings. She just had to make it happen.

Her guard wasn’t enough here, no matter how tight, how strong she enforced it, Lucia was patient and easily found a chink in her armor, the line wolf shot like an arrow to pierce her. In that moment she felt their fingers lock just behind their neck and expected another submission hold she’d have to break out of but that wouldn’t be the case.

”Guh!”

The first knee meets her abdomen forcing her her to slightly curl in, the pain immediately flushing through her system and settling in. Her abdomen still aches from their bodyscissors but this was just plain torture, her being feared that she’d give out before the match finished.

”Ack!”

Here came the second knee to her gut, Okay this was really starting to hurt, but it also gave her an idea. Lucia was being a bit too predictable at this point, most couldn’t resist going for several attacks like this so if she already went for two it was more than likely she was going to come back for a third.

Oh was she right on the money, her came that third knee but the Latina was ready for it this time. As soon as it came barreling up toward her gut, she’d catch it, her arm snaking under their leg before attempting a quick jab to release her head. If she managed that much, it’d be their head stuck between her free arm and hugged to her breast, if Lucia didn’t resist she’d be lifted off her feet for a fisherman suple . Payback was a bitch and Camilia planned to give it all back to her.

Lucia believed that if you did something and it was working, keep doing it. It applied to most of how she fought, and most of the time rang true. Less seasoned fighters after getting caught with a series of combinations, kicks, or knees wouldn't be able to must too much of a defense. It was the part of here that was into the MMA stuff that saw the ground and pound as the end all be all of conquering most matches. Still, she was weary about being too hard on someone's head after Peggy, so she instead decided to bury her knee, one then the other into Camilia’s abdomen, hard enough to lift the girl's feet off the canvas.

Each sound her opponent made was assurances she was doing the right thing. There was no way Camilia was going to be able to keep up with her if she continued to hammer her gut like this. Then, it stopped. Suddenly. She grimaced, awkwardly balancing on one leg as she tried to shake her caught thigh free from her opponents grasp. “Hey!”

Lucia grunted at the stiff jab to her chest. While she hadn’t let Camilia go, the punch had done enough to allow the Latina to brute force her way free. As her hands parted, she wobbled with unsteady balance making her a prime target for the grappler to scoop her into position.

Out of desperation she swing an elbow in to catch Camilia in the side, but it was too late. She was already lifted up and over, landing hard on her back. The impact of both women shook the mat, leaving Lucia momentarily in a daze, tucked into a tight package by Camilia’s grip around her neck and leg.

The overwhelming joy of being freed from their repetitive kicking was a miracle in itself, having been able to catch their thigh in her state wasa wonder in her mind. She had to give their physique props, she didn’t look like much muscle tone wise but with her thigh in toe and recounting their body scissor, she could deduce the strength in these legs of hers.

Her stomach was aching as was her shoulder, the pain only rushing up from her depths in waves, her head pounds like a jackhammer to concrete. The Latina hurt and bad but she couldn’t give in not when she had thuan kuch left in her to give, not to mention a few words for Lucia when she found herself in a position to give them.

It wasn’t easy to lift them, getting into position wasn’t any cakewalk either, she definitely had to work for it and the lone wolf struggled as she might was going to comply. ”Grragh!” she grunts, bending in her knees to use as leverage to lift and slam the woman back. The canvas literally quakes on impactboth woman are more than likely in pain but Camilia had something Lucia didn’t..her leg.

Even in her agonizing state she held firm to their thigh, locking herself into position to keep their shoulders down. The referee takes notice of the pin attempt and slides toward them to begin her count, she begged them to stay down, she may not have said it verbally but it was there, that hope.

Here came the first count.

”ONE!”

Folded up on the mat, it was hard for her to understand what had just happened. The pain had been immediate, as had been her first attempt to break free, a weak ineffective kick that left her restrained. While not the most uncomfortable position she had ever been put into, her head tucked up at an odd angle because of Camilia’s arm and leg pulled back to roll her into a semi complete package was not where she wanted to be.

At the first count she was barely struggling. Her mind knew she needed to move but her body was still not caught up to what had happened when she took a trip with Camilia’s suplex. She groaned in equal parts exhaustion and frustration as she squirmed.

“Two!”

Trying to break free with the length of her body just wasn't working. It made sense given how she was being held. There was however a path of least resistance still opened to her. Rather than trying to kick herself free she planted her free boot on the mat and forced a palm to Camilia’s shoulder. With a hard push on both fronts she bucked, rolling herself onto her side likely along with flopping her captor over, breaking the pin by getting a shoulder off the mat.

The second count booked across the arena, she felt she had thisbin the bag, she had to, her body was slowly giving into the pain. Her biggest mistake was dropping her guard, that moment was all it took for Lucia to take advantage of and force her escape with the push from the boot against the mat and her palm against her shoulder. The Latina rolls back, with the sudden shove, angry at herself for not following through more throughly.

She pants, the suicide dive was costing her more than she realized, if she didn’t this soon she may lose this but that wasn’t an option not against someone like her. The lone wolf was someone she felt she could go all out with, someone who was up to her kind of stakes in the ring. In the depths of her being she was previewed as a threat to her; something she just had to put down...

”You’re one tough customer, you know that?” she managed to say, rolling to her hands and knees in an attempt to get herself going, laying out on the mat wasn’t going to do her any good so she had to get back into the swing of things before Lucia could make her move. ”Somethin’s been bothering me though..” her shoulders rise and fall with each ragged breath she takes”I get the feeling I’ve seen you somewhere but I can’t figure it out.” either way she’d have to put that on hold, winning came first, no matter the cost.

Somewhere, someone had answered a prayer when Camilia gave them both distance rather than push the attack while she was still grounded. The two women rolled in opposite directions, the lone wolf opting for the ropes to aid her ascent. She couldn't deny the effectiveness of slams and suplexes even if her own arsenal was incredibly light on them. Her opponent had been taking a lot of of her any time one of their grappling exchanges put her to the canvas. Still, she felt that bit of give when she was driving her knee into Camilia, was she making progress? Was she almost done? Lucia just had to hold out a little bit longer…

Hand over hand, from her knees to her boots who dragged herself up, leaning her weight against the ropes as she eyed Camilia. The compliment was a welcome one. She knew she could throw punches and kicks, but being able to hang with someone with as much raw power as the Latina, and to be praised for it made her crack a smile. “You’re not half bad either.” She had a light playfulness to her tone, suggesting that while the compliment sounded like a dig, she was just being a bit sassy. She tossed in a small wink, just in case the comment was taken negatively, she was just trying to keep it light.

Her head tilted with the arching of one brow. Was it going to be a question about her get up? That seemed to be the common theme with her opponents. Lucia blinked at what was on Camilia’s mind, chuckling softly. In truth, she could have known her from just about anywhere. Her movies had been released world wide after all… granted, the later ones were more notorious than she cared to admit. Cult classics. Yeah, she would call them that. If she didn't know her from those though…

Lucia’s golden eyes flicked off to the side. Maybe Camilia saw her on the television here, where she was still a popular figure. Shilling for any number of random products from ramen to hotels. They paid, and well for a quick in and out camo, in truth the biggest cost involved was her pride. Taking in a deep breath through her nose, she took a gamble and assumed Camilia had seen her films.

“Full Moon Rising. I was a bit more fuzzy in that though, with wolf ears and a tail.” She shook her backside a bit as if to wag her missing fluff. “Played a badass warrior princess werewolf lady.” She straightened up a bit, huffing softly as the movement made how sore her body was rather apparent. She motioned down at her ring gear, which aside from the missing furry bits, was basically what she wore in the movies… or at least the first one. She had a pretty dope trench coat to go with it in the sequels. "Ring any bells?"