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

Her compliment was well received but she wasn’t giving it her all in a sense. Camilia was down to half her usual stamina and strength thanks to the reckless dive but she got what was coming to her for not thinking things through so she had herself to blame for her position. She eyed her opponent carefully, quick to make sure she wasn’t about to pull any sneaky manuenver while they explained themselves.

Hearing the Movie’s title/series and what character she had played the realization hit the Bull like a ton of bricks. It was impossible that she had the opportunity to meet her favorite actress of one of her favorite films and on top of that getting the chance to fight her. A light gasp escaped her lips what should she do? Should she ask for an autograph at least, or, or maybe try to talk with her later?

The decisions filled her brain but she had to be cool, collected. If she went berserk over those facts she may end up costing herself the match, she decided to take the laid back approach for the time being maybe after the match she could wedge herself in to getting an autograph or maybe going out for a chat, it couldn’t hurt to ask or for that matter cool her jets and not let loose her excitement. ”Wait! You’re the main character of Full Moon Rising?! The really cute wolf girl? That’s you? Oh my gosh.” Yep, subtly went right out the window in that one, probably just ruined any credibility she had and any further contact might as well be void with her outburst, how embarrassing. The shake was just adorable but she had to stay focused and pain was a good reality checker, not to mention the embarrassment clawing at her being.

Camilia pivots her foot slightly, she didn’t have much a choice considering the fierceness in Lucia’s attacks not to mention how adaptable she seemed to be. If she could just get in behind maybe her Huitzlopochtli suplex could do the trick but could she? The Latina didn’t have time to think, planting her boot firmly into canvas she rushes forward, her aim was to keep low to the ground and sweep in behind hopefully catching the line wolf off guard.

If she were successful in passing through Lucia’s guard, Camilia would hook her arms under their arm pits for a Full Nelson to set herself up for the finisher.

Lucia, came across as being rather amiable. Even her taunting and howling throughout the match seemed to have a good natured feel to it. Regardless of the two being competitors it was more than clear she wasn't about to pull any underhanded tactics. In fact, if anything she had been holding back a bit due to her own insecurities during their fight. For the time being, she was more than happy to chat and recover a bit from their brawl.

She watched Camilia expectantly, waiting to see if the woman did indeed know her… in a hopefully decent light. Her lips turned up in a small smirk at the other woman’s small gasp, enough of a sign she had made a connection. Lucia leaned herself back into the ropes, running her palms down along them. “That would be me.” She gave a small nod, pausing at the other woman referring to her character as being “cute.” It had been enough to raise one slender brow at the woman. If Camilia didn't have her full attention before, she had it now for better…

… Or for worse. As the Latina snapped back into action, Lucia shoved herself off the ropes in hurried preparedness to meet the charge. As Camilia dipped in, attempting to slip around behind the lone wolf she would find the task difficult with the ropes cutting off the clearest path. The raven haired actress didn't seem keen to provide herself as a unmoving target either, quickly circle stepping counter to the her platnum haired foe’s own lunge.

After a few smaller rapid steps to reposition, she planted her boot firmly, pivoting on the ball of her foot. With a swift twist, she snapped one of her long legs up high, whipping it around in a powerful arc to try and catch Camilia in the side of the head, trying to force the woman up against the ropes. “Almost had me there, flatterer!” If she managed to knock the other woman into the ropes, she would immediately close in, reaching out to try to grapple the Latina's shoulders to keep her pinned against the cables while the lone wolf threw a stiff knee shot up towards the woman's midsection.

This had to be the best night of her life, never in a million years did she ever think she’d get to see the actress to one of her favorite movies and on top of that, in the ring with them fighting for tooth and nail. She could curse herself even more that couldn’t give them more of what she could offer, not without hurting herself more in the process but at this point she was more than happy to go beyond that boundary to impress them.

In hindsight, the Latina was too hasty, she should’ve went to chip the wolf down more then go in for the kill but her willingness to put an end to the match far outweighed her common sense.

Lucia was light on her feet, something Camilia didn’t account for although perhaps it’s shoukdve been the first thing she should’ve been worried about. Missing her target she aimed to quickly turn and close the gap but she wouldn’t get the chance. The move was clean, elegant, and beautiful had she not been the recipient of it she would have praised it just a little.

Her head snaps, following the kick as she stumbles back into the ropes, her head spinning wildly as her brain bounced in her skull. Her presses into the wires, her grip locked tight to keep herself balanced but she wouldn’t have time to recover.

The lone wolf came for her prey, Camilia was easy pickings at this point and honestly unable to defend herself. She had to admit, Lucia could hit pretty hard when the dice were down and this bit of ferocity was interesting to say the least. Her body thought otherwise. With her shoulders pinned against the ropes they were quick to fire a knee into her midsection. ”Pwah!” her body convulses over her knee, bending forward to lay over it, her air forced out of her lungs and her stomach taking another beating. She was sure it was going to be bruised tomorrow.

Lucia had respect for the people she came up against. In sparring, and in the ring, save for one particular opponent of hers she would rather not think of too long lest embarrassment take her. While Peggy hadn't initially been welcoming of the idea of an actress turned fighter beating her in the career she devoted her life to, she found outside the ring the experience hadn't been nearly as bad for either of them. She had remained amiable with Camilia, offering her the same measure of respect she gave just able everyone. While she perhaps didn't take the sport as seriously as most, she knew full well the effort that went into building up one's body for this sort of punishment.

Camilia was different though. She was a fan. Her trainers, her other opponents, they hadn't really seen or liked her work. This woman however, liked her or at the very least the character that had made her famous. Many were the bad experiences she had with fans at conventions or showing up to.ambush her for photos or asking her to do thinks like prank call their friends and leave a sultry voicemail in character. She had never fought one though, doing so would have left her liable for a lawsuit… and would have happened for different reasons.

She felt put on the spot, needing to put on more of a show. It wasn't just the audience she was playing to now, it was Camilia as well. She wanted to leave a good impression, make the other woman come away with a favorable experience… not that she was intending to throw the fight or anything, just add a bit more flare.

True to her name the bull had charged, it looked like she had intended for something far more technical than she ready to actually manage with Lucia being of sound mind and able body from their short rest. Floating to the side her kick came around hard and on point, sending the platinum haired woman to the ropes as intended.

A brief grapple to steady the two of them face to face was all she needed to bury her knee into the woman's midsection, bending her forward across her leg. She had left it there, digging it in a bit deeper with a twist of her hips towards the other woman. Her palms traced Camilia’s back, slowly wrapping her fingers along the curve of the other woman shoulder to pull her upright again.

Lucia leaned her body inward, pushing herself up against Camilia’s form with her own to pin the other woman against the ropes. With a small smirk she dipped her head, letting out a soft playful growl before nipping lightly at one of the other woman’s ears in a slightly primal display befitting her character. The sudden shift in tone hadn't been lost on the crowd who now seemed all to eager for the match to continue along these lines. It was however a small teaser, for them and Camilia.

Her hands made there way up and over Camilia’s shoulder, fingers tracing the curvature of the woman's face before gently cupping her cheeks gently within her hand. Those bright gold eyes staring into Camilia’s as if she were about to steal a kiss from her competitor. It what at that point she drew back her knee and brought it up again to slam it into the Latina’s midsection once again.

Had she succeeded in baiting her opponent into another crippling body shot, she would attempt to quickly loop one of her arms around the woman's neck when she was bent forward. With her free hand she would grab hold of the girl’s bottoms at the waist and yank her forward, falling backwards to attempt to spike Camilia’s head into the mat with an implant DDT.

Camilia cursed at the sudden impact. Throughout most of this match, Lucia had purposefully aimed for her midsection and damn it was she chipping away at her armor a lot faster than she thought. She needed a solution, the position was precarious enough and quite frankly her midsection was a bit tired of those knees. Scratch that, she refused to take anymore.

There was something different about now however. During the match Lucia seemed hesitant in some areas more involved in others but now, she seemed fully invested, like something switched. Camilia couldn’t help but find herself captured in the moment, the woman she so respected as a movie star was in the ring, with her, battling it out to see who was the best. She couldn’t be happier, in her mind, she wanted to impress the actress, give the same level of respect or more since they felt more was deserved than that much at least.

The Latina didn’t have much time to strategize much less force herself free from her current position, the line wolf was upon her and boy did the mood change. Her cheeks went rosy as they pressed forward, her mind now in a haze as the wolf’s form pressed against her own. She was close, very close, extremely close. Poor Camilia couldn’t form the right words to say or even protest to the situation.

Things would only worsen for her state as their growl reached her ears, it was playful but most of all, it seemed very primal. It sent her heart racing, what was she going to do? Could her heart seriously deal with all of this? The answer was no, Lucia was quick to make sure of that as she leaned in to lightly nip at her ear. ”N-no, not there.” she quietly protested. No! Ear biting her one weakness, she was a blushing, flustered mess. There weren’t many women she found romantically attractive but so far? Lucia had taken the gold medal for earning that sort of headway.

Her guard was down, a mistake she’d come to regret but one to blind to see. The bull was caught hook line and sinker, she had no defense for the wolf’s attack and she wouldn’t have one for this either. Their hands rounded her shoulders run up to her face, cupping her warm cheeks and threatening a kiss. Camilia coukdntstop herself from wanting it, something she knew was only a dream could possibly become reality. She leans in, her body’s movements only obeying Lucia but this is where it came crashing down.

The bait was taken and it didn’t take long for her midsection to scream and beg for the Latinas attention. The lone wolf had managed to fire another knee into her midsection, she cursed herself for being distracted but she didn’t have much time for that either. As she followed their attack, her body leaned over their knee, the sudden pain forcing spittle from her mouth as she pants. The wolf was ruthless in oppressing recovery. Camilia’s felt their arm lock around her neck the sudden shift in her shorts then the fall forward, her skull spiked against the mat. If she werefreed, her hands would shoot to her aching skull, her body rolling side to side in agony as to quell the sheer pain.

There was something primal that stirred in her when she heard Camilia’s soft protest to nipping at her ear. It was so small, so weak… this woman had knocked her around a few times in this match and to hear her strength crumble at such a small gesture was… exciting. She hated to admit it that Paige’s techniques were doing well by her and quite frankly, she liked it. It felt to wrong to drill her knee back into this woman's body, to drive the air from her lungs as she pleaded like that. She would make it up to her maybe once she had her under control a bit more.

The DDT went off without a hitch, whipping the both of them down to the mat with a thunderous shake of the ring. The impact was solid, sending Camilia sprawling onto her back, prime for another assault. Rolling over onto her chest, she crawled her way over, giving the platinum haired woman a shove to press her back down firmly onto the mat.

Rather than go for the pin right away, she slide her body up.against Camilia to lay across her, pressing herself firmly down on top. Her fingers traced the woman's side, slipping over the curves of her backside as they traveled up her thighs to pull a leg up for her pin attempt. Her eyes locked with her opponent's, head lowered down so close their lips nearly touched. The offer was their, a kiss if the bull wished to take it. Her breathing was light but warm over Camilla's features as her bright golden eyes peered into her.

The gentle grind, the light rub of her hand along the woman's leg, her encapsulating gaze, was all their to distract Camilia from the one real truth of the moment. She was being pinned. She could embrace the moment with the lone wolf’s willing like, full and ready, or escape… hesitation would cost her the match.

“One!” The referee slapped the mat, counting the Pinfall from beside the two women.

Her mind slipped into a temporary haze, the sudden rush of pain to her skull saw to that much and the kinks in her neck followed from her earlier mishap. The bull was wearing down, not just from the agonizing pain but...because of Lucia. In all honesty she hadn’t expected the wolf to use such a tactic and it surprised her, maybe surprise is too tame for what she was thinking but long story short: surprised.

As much as she hated it, she also couldn’t deny she loved it. The primal nip, the teasing kiss. It made her heart skip a beat, no, two beats. The Latina was somewhat enraptured by those two thoughts, it wasn’t until she felt a weight on top of her did she realize she was still in the ring, still in this fight.

Her ruby gaze met the actress on top of her, across her chest, that soft touch along her back sliding down to her bottom which sent a shiver up her spine. Her thoughts began to swirl as her cheeks returned to a flustered reddish-tan. A pair of succulent lips hung above her, oh did she want them. Lucia was a temptress in her own right, stringing the bull along. Dio, please help me, she thought. Camilia was basking in this touch until the unthinkable happened: her leg was hooked for a pin!

The first count rang against the canvas, her eyes shot awake, bringing her to reality, and forcing this silent desire back down. She didn’t want to lose, she couldn’t! As much as she loved what this situation brought she had a job to do, maybe, hopefully, possibly she could have that kiss later...

With her primal desire to win, she plants her unhindered foot, ready to be free and get back in the game.

”TWO!”

She suddenly cocks her body sharply toward Lucia, her leg adding ample force to break the pin as her arm shot up with the movement. Her intention was to at least throw her off, if she managed that, she’d roll slightly to scramble to her feet.

“S-sorry, Lucia. As much as I’d love to kiss you right now, I’m still in this match. I hope you won’t hold it against me if I kiss you after I win?” She cradled her stomach, the kink in her neck still pulsing and the throbbing in her head still persisting but she was determined to push through this to win!

Crawling on top of Camilia like a predatory animals just felt so right. True to her character, to the act of it all, but mostly because she had wanted to. The crowd seemed to be behind it, roaring with her signature howls mixed in with a few catcall whistles. The bull was a bit larger than her and almost certainly stronger in terms of raw power. Staking claim to her like this was slightly exhilarating. She had to do everything in her power to keep it to small close touches only, she didn't want to ruin the kiss… Camilia’s choice to lose or Lucia’s small token of victory. Either way, it would be sweet.

When Camilia threw her off, it had been a surprise and in no small part, a disappointment. Playing at Paige’s game hadn't worked as well on the platinum haired woman as it had on her… she wasn't sure if she should be offended at the outward rejection or furious she had fallen short of competing with Paige in yet another field. Lucia hadn't been quite as fast to get to her feet, eyeing her opponent curiously as she rambled, clearly flustered. It was cute to see someone so strong quaking in her boots with a bit of close contact. Had the woman been a bit more receptive she might have dragged the match out longer just to press her luck with how much she could get out of her.

It was clear though that, for now, the bull wants about to be deterred. Rising slowly she backed up a few careful steps, blowing Camilia a small kiss to tide her over. “I wanted it now though.” Lucia cracked a small fanged smirk, arching a brow suggestively at Camilia. She wasn't sure it was going to work but one last shot couldn't hurt. She was finding that seducing someone was far easier when it was scripted.

The lone wolf held out her hand, beckoning Camilia closer with a finger. An open offer to join her for who knew what. Lucia didn't seem to be holding a hostile stance, in fact she looked rather sultry, posed perfectly for a smoking hot magazine cover… and she was here all for her. Was it another trap? That certainly was a possibility.

Camilia’s mind was in fog, she switched back and forth to the dominant pin, the taunting kiss, the light yet overwhelmingly effective touches. Lucia played her like a damn fiddle and honestly she felt the urge to lose her temper but...in the midst of it all she rather didn’t mind. It was exhilierating. She wanted more of this, of her, for once, the bull wanted to be selfish but could she?

Her hearting was beating a hundred miles a minute. She payed close attention to her opponent for any sudden movements, threatening to come at her but nothing. Their slow and steady rise gave her a sense of wonder, what would she do next? Would she be overwhelmed again by her? She couldn’t shake the feeling, the more she looked at the wolf, the more those thoughts clawed at her mind, the more she couldn’t help but be under their spell.

Her cheeks return to their blushing fit as she replied wanting the kiss now and rainsing her brow suggestively at Camilia and then that fanged smirk. Dio, why was this so hard!? Normally in a situation like this she’d ignore a pass but why couldn’t she with Lucia? Then came the beckoning, the call to join her and embrace, kiss, the possibilities were endless.

Camilia was lost to their whims, she had to think of something, anything! Suddenly it hit her, she was the bait, Lucia was the hook. Her expression retained its starry facade but underneath the blushing and flustered mess of a woman, laid a trap just as sinister. The bull didn’t like those kicks to her gut but why not give it back? It only seemed appropriate and besides this was exactly the place she wanted to be.

”I want it too.”She replies, her tone needy but her plan now set in motion. The bull slowly advances, hoping to eliminate any signs of deceit as she crossed the ring to get ever so close to the lone wolf. With each step she felt moments pass, almost like an eternity was slipping by. It took only a minute for Camilia to get close enough and did she preform. Her hands slowly outreach to hold Lucia, bringing herself a bit close but just enough distance to raise her knee into the gut. She pondered if she should go for it, but thinking back, Lucia had already done this not once but twice, it was her turn. Tanned hands grip onto their shoulder, she leans in slightly but that was when it would go down. She’d hold nothing back and would attempt to drive her knee hungrily into their gut. Camilia didn’t really like she had to do this. It was like a slap to the face to betray a kiss, or your favorite actress but this was a match and she had every intention of coming out on top.

It was strange how a bit of chemistry had changed the landscape of the match so drastically. Heavy strike and acrobatic feats seemed to take a back seat to a few flirtatious looks and suggestive gestures. Not normally one to mix business and pleasure, not when the cameras were rolling, she was a bit out of her element. She still had it though, which was apparent from the color on her opponents cheeks. It wouldn't hurt to play with her a little bit longer. A few more close moves, perhaps a kiss or two… it she couldn't just pin her down for the three count maybe there was a nice submission she could pull. Wrap her up from behind maybe, coil her legs around her. That offered the possibility for necking with her a bit…

Lucia was a bit lost in the moment herself, planning for the next few steps in this little Gambit she was trying to pull. Carmilia was coming right too her, she could even see the dreamy look in her eyes. The lone wolf closed the last few steps between them, reaching out to slip her arms around the woman. One hand rested gently on her side while the other tucked back behind her head, fingers running through her short cropped platinum hair. She made no move to keep her opponent from her, she was welcoming it. It was uncertain if she finally meant to kiss the woman or not, itching slightly closer until…

"Kuh!” Lucia’s eyes went wide as a knee sunk deep into her abdomen, making her lurch forward into Camilia. Hunched, her fingers tensed, gripping at the woman's side and hair, just to hold herself upright as her knees shook, threatening to buckle. She wasn't as good at playing an in ring seductress as she thought, not unless this other woman liked things rough anyway. Her head lifted, long back hair cascading down her face, obscuring most of her features. One bright gold eyes looked up at Camilia, the corner twitching slightly. A mix of shock and pain staring back at her attacker for several beats before she finally managed a weak shove, trying to create some distance between the two so she could recover.