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

She didn’t expect Lucia to met her the rest of the way, but apart of her was happy that she was so willing to indulge her. Of course, her true intention behind her dreamy gaze and needy demeanor was getting a little payback. It was comforting in every possible way when she laid a hand at her waist, another through her short hair. The Latina for a split second considered giving in, she couldn’t hold it in her. Lucia was precise and thy made her dangerously enticing, if only this weren’t a match, if only this were anything but that. Still she couldn’t believe that an actress would even give her the time of day, especially like this, even if this match lead to nothing, the bull would treasure moments like this with her.

As her knee hungrily situated itself into the wolf’s guy, Camilia could feel the tense grip at their respective places. Her gut filled with unease but she couldn’t help it now. Right now, she continued to fight through the pain that was screaming in her own body, standing wasn’t the best feeling in the world. Her shove made her stumble slightly but moraciusly she found her footing. Camilia needed just a second to breathe but she needed to put an end to this, she couldn’t keep at this forever and sooner or later Lucia would come down on her hard.

”Lo siento, Loba. I did want that kiss but I couldn’t give up getting in a little payback.” The Bull would attempt to get back into a forward position, hoping to close the distance and lock up with the Wolf. With a swift punch to their stomach she’d continue her attempt to pull them into a vertical suplex position. If she went unhindered, Lucia would find herself in serious trouble. Camilia wouldn’t plan on falling back but to instead spike the woman’s head into the mat.

Shoving Camilia was like trying to move a mountain as she pushed her weight forward. There was a little give, enough to separate the two. She fell forward, awkwardly keeping herself from dropping to the mat fully. Her knees were buckled inward, hands on the ground, lurched forward on all fours. It was a wild pose, almost fitting what she was portraying with her gimmick. Her breath came in ragged gasps, watching the platinum haired woman with pain strained eyes. She looked dangerous, a cornered animal about to strike.

When the Latina came for her, she wasn't going down without a fight. She surged forward locking up with the other woman. She wasn't looking to jockey position for a hold, instead her fingers clenched the fabric of Camilia's jacket tightly in a death grip. Her leg bucked, letting fly a sloppy but hard knee up into the other woman's side, trying to pummel her with body blows.

Her desperate assault was cut short when a fist was buried into her midsection. Still recovering from the knee strike just moments before, the heavy punch was enough to bend her forward. Air escaped from her lungs leaving her number and shaky, sleven standing seemed impossible now. Camilia was there however to keep her up. Further up in fact.

Her bottoms hugged her form tightly as they were yanked up, drawing her vertically into the air for a delayed suplex. She swayed helplessly in place, her hair dangling down in a giant black mass beneath her. An eternity passed before her, the blood rushing to her head reddening her face. Then gravity was their to shatter the moment of silent reflection, driving her down into the canvas.

She didn't scream, she hardly made a sound as she impacted the mat, save for the crashing this of her body falling flat to the canvas after being spiked into the ground. She lay motionless on her back, arms outstretched, legs splayed. Her chest rose and fell with each labored breath while she stared up in confusion at the ceiling.

Camilia tunes onto her knees, staring at her quietionable work. Her heart didn’t take joy in overpowering Lucia but, she had resolved to give the actress she lived and adored the respect of a true wrestler. A resolve that demanded she do this right and attempt if anything to leave with a good taste in her mouth...pun intended.

The bull would be slow to her feet, using the ropes as an anchor, she definitely needed a second but she had to be thankful Lucia wasn’t getting up just yet. Maybe it was all getting to her or maybe she was trying to get her in close before unleashing another wave of hell on her. The platinum haired woman would be cautious though, eyes glued to any sudden movements but all she saw right now, was a heaving chest.

This seemed like the perfect opportunity to end it. The Wolf seemed dazed and out of it, Camilia had enough steam to spare, it was probably her only chance. The Latina would slip through the ropes, trying to be quick to the turnbuckle but you couldn’t rush when your body felt like it weighed a ton. She’d be careful as treads on the apron of the ring, her gaze still locked into Lucia, maybe a little concerned now.

Her mind focuses now, climbing the turn buckle to the very top, she took a much needed breath. Her plan was hanging in the balance on just one move hitting right on the money. She’d cling tightly to the rope as she positions herself, with her knees slightly bent she’d go for it! Jumping with all her might shed tuck in her knees to spin a full 360 degrees and hopefully come down with a splash across Lucia’s body for her Ehecatl Star!

If the Latina was successful in her endeavors she’d switch her position, laying somewhat overtop the wolf in a dominating manner. The idea was to show the bull had overcome the Wolf but in truth Camilia wanted to feel her touch. She couldn’t explain why, but it felt...endearing. Her knee would slip between their thighs, her chest pressed against the possible heaving one beneath her. Her hands would slide up her arms to pin her wrists above their head. The bull would lightly pant as she leans in to her hopefully submissive captive, her lips begging for that kiss she wanted, what felt like ages ago. Just a little bit more, just a little, in that second her lips would meet theirs as the red would slid in to begin the possible count.

”ONE!”

In Full Moon Rising, she recalled vividly how her character was removed from the final battle. Back before she was the main character of the franchise. It was an explosion, in the movie it was some CG special effect, magic stuff from the main badguy after she had dispatched his fem fatale henchwoman for the at the time hero of the movie. That had been her first real experience with a ripcord as it related to her personal stunt work. She had been prepared for it, but when they fired it up and she was actually yanked backwards onto the cushioned mats, it had knocked the wind right out of her. She remembered the bruises the day after having done so many takes. It good easier in time, learning to loosen up and move with it to make it not rip her up so much…

She was drawn back to those days now as she lay breathless on the canvas, staring up to the lights above. There was no soft cushion here. No staffer on hand to get her a bottle of water. No director to call the scene to save her from what came next. Carmilia had all the time she needed to ascent, the former action star had nothing more to give in this moment… perhaps after a small break in catering she would be fine?

She attempted to sit herself up, slow and careful, but even this proved to much for her just yet. A tight strain as her back muscles seized up in protest. She pushed though, fingers tracing along the mat, pressing so hard the color drained from the tips. All she had to do was keep holding on, keep fighting… then she broke, collapsing back to the canvas with a huff. She had her chance, she was so close…

She didn't get to even see Carmilia's big finish, in too much of a haze to make out anything but the sudden movement coming down at her. She would have liked to see it though… she heard the swell of cheers and gasps of the crowd. It must have been impressive, whatever the Latina had done. The only thing Lucia got to witness was the impact, one that was the silver bullet that finally put her down.

She groaned softly, feeling Carmilia pressing down on top of her oppressingly. She had revelled in the feeling earlier when she had been the one on top, now it was bitter sweet… or was for a moment. Carmilia had continued to position herself until they lay along one another. She felt the Latina's thigh parting her legs and gentle bump of her knee nestled up against her nethers.

She squirmed, only for a moment, feeling a sudden heat in her body which only grew as her powerless arms were guided up over her head and pinned to the mat. She never used to be this way… this sort of treatment would have upset her a few years ago. What changed? She had been cursing her defeat moments ago, now she was embracing what it was to be a prisoner… again.

Her eyes fluttered as lips took hold of hers, lost in the moment. She could have stayed like this for awhile, wanted to. Thoughts swirling in her head… a taste… a face… someone different. Someone familiar… recent. Her mind suddenly jolted aware, moaning in protest, in panic as Carmilia took her on the mat. That was until she realized who it was… the Platinum haired woman. Her fan…

“Two!”

Still, she couldn't shake that feeling of surrender Paige had implanted in her mind. How willing she was to give in under the right circumstances. She hated that even know that woman she so despised had found a way to ruin this for her even while she was nowhere to be found. She took it for what it was and let it be. She had teased and taunted… Carmilia had earned this. Lucia didn't have much strength left, but she tilted her chin ever so slightly, pressing into the soon to be victor's embrace. It was already over anyway.

“Three!”

The bull didn’t pay the counts any kind, in her world the only thing that exsisted was her and Lucia, the actress she admirred, the movies she had enjoyed over and over. The star that she never dreamed in a million years would be right here, right now. Lips still locked she couldn't believe that she was kissing The wolf princess, it felt so unreal but these arms she had pinned down, the soft body underneath her and the tender lips connected to hers, this was as far from a dream as possible.

Her heart fluttered, she was captured, captivated by it all, her mind begged for this to never end but she was reminded of good things coming to end. Camilia couldn’t exactly the remember the last time she felt like this about anyone. Maybe there was the boy down the street when she was much younger and much less tomboyish but that was different, she didn’t know things then as she did now dealing with people she liked.

She’d shift, sliding her knees under theirs to push herself up, she pants lightly as her tan cheeks flush red with blush. Dios Mio, she couldn’t pull away, was this what it felt like to be in love? Her pools could only keep going over her beaten foe, that lovely black raven hair, the outfit that just screamed rebellious, oh her heart couldn’t handle it.

The roaring crowd brought her to her sense, the pain dragging her from that lucid dream. It forced a cringing groan from her lips as she sat against the rope, hoping to calm the roaring agony in her shoulder. Still, this wasn’t too bad but she had a lot to think about tonight, not just about Lucia, there were some things she noticed during their match. Now didn’t seem the best time though.

If Lucia, the Wolf, was awake the bull would stand, her legs heavy with exhaustion.”H-hey...um, if you ever...ya know, have some time, I’d really like to talk to you.” Jeez, could she sound any less desperate right now. ”I-I just mean...I have somethin I’d like to talk to you about over you, I mean coffee! I’d like to talk to you about coffee, no...” she smacks her cheek to get her focused, maybe the pain was really messing with her nerves.

”Look, I want to talk to you some time, over coffee.” she finally mangaes to say her blush still ever present like some highscool girl completely shutdown in front of her crush.

Lucia did her part, weakly contributing to the kiss between both women that ushered in her end. She should probably have been upset, having lost again, to a kiss if she really watched to stretch it. She had had far worse send offs in her career than this.

Her arms strained, hands wanting to be free to hold this woman on top of her. Held down as she was however, the lone wolf was forced to relent and remain pacified.

Her lips followed Camilia as she pulled away, slowly peeling the two apart where she eased back onto the canvas. She was still a bit lightheaded, too much so to stand right away. Her lidded eyes followed the Latina woman while she rose to cast the actress in her shadow.

A brow raised slightly as she lay battered on the mat as a stuttering girlish Camilia stumbled with her words. It was a Stark contrast to the fiery woman who had knocked her up and down the ring most of the match. Lucia brought a hand to her head, rubbing her face to work some feeling back into it while stifling a laugh. She didn't want Camilia to think she was laughing at her despite how funny it was she had become to coy.

With a groan of pain she lurched forward, reaching back to support herself as she sat up. One leg tucked up to her chest, wrapping one of her arms over the raised knee. She looked managed to look just as good if not better than she had started, disheveled and sweating she glowed.

“Coffee. Sure.” The lone wolf held out a hand, a silent offer for Camilia to help her rise to her feet. She wasn't sure she could manage it on her own just yet. “I'll give you my number and you can text me the details.”

Camilia has to give to the actress, even beaten she had that aura of someone capable and ready to give it their all again, for a second though she thought Lucia would burst into laughter and persona crashing down but she didn’t. The bull felt foolish of course they wouldn’t she was mature after all. It was astonishing to see the lone wolf up first but considered her recent dive a few minutes ago then that would keep most people down including her.

Secondly the Latina felt that Lucia may not have the time for her after, she seemed to be busy with her roles and on top of that there seemed much more under the service but what? A pale hand hung before her, her pools locked into its owner and their response to her offer, another reason that Camilia couldn’t deny these feeling building up in her core now.

The bull would take her hand, trying to help herself up to with the aid of the wolf’s hand and the ropes, she smiled as they added they’d give her their number, internally she was squealing like a girl who just went to some boy bands concert and the lead singer touched her but Camilia could withhold such emotions. ”Sure. I’ll give you mine to, it’s a date...wait I mean...” she didn’t know what she meant but could she seriously consider this a date?

She shakes her head, beat to leave that to future Camilia and her endeavors, for now she’d lift her arm in victory, clasped with the lone wolfs in her own. She had fought just as hard and she deserved some recognition for that, the crowd would roar with satisfaction and approval.

Lucia rose to her feet, trying to remain as still as possible to keep from falling back down due to a mild feeling of vertigo. It passed after a few moments, thankfully, allowing her to keep some measure of compose about herself. That bout had been exhausting… and painful. A fact she was keen to admit inside her head but hide on the outside with a cool demeanor and a stoney smirk. She was going to crawl home and climb into a bath after this… possibly forever.

Camilia comment got a small chuckle from her. Was this a date? She wasn't sure herself. This had been her first match to end on decent terms with another wrestler. Between her raging hate for Bethany and Peggy's outward dislike towards the actress that wouldn't be smoothed over until weeks later, she didn't have much in the way of professional friends. That might just be the nature of the sport though… this was still new to her.

The raven haired woman stood by as Camilia took her moment in the sun. An awkward arm dressing beside the victor who rallied the crowd. She would slip her hand free after a bit, giving the Platinum haired woman a nod. “See you in the locker room.” With a simple nod and a small sober smile, she moved off, leaving her opponent more time to soak in her victory.

When all was said and done Camillia would’ve totally agreed with the notion of a bath if Lucia had made mention of one. Even though it was the actress who took a good beating, the Latina wasn’t leaving unscathed either. Her shoulder felt like she had dislocated with her finisher and it didn’t feel all too good to move, she’d dread having to put it back into socket and that wasn’t something she was looking forward too.

As the wolf pulled away, Camillia couldn’t stop smiling, still infatuated with her favorite actress, recalling those tender moments, it was frustrating but nice as well. Honestly, she wanted to feel her embrace again, have those soft hands hold her rugged frame one more time just one more kiss but she wouldn’t be selfish and forcin herself wouldn’t look good.

With Lucia’s leave and the notion of seeing each other in the locker, Camillia lightly blushed ”O-oh yeah, I’ll see you there” as they headed up the ramp. She’d follow moments later with one last fist pump before hopping out of the ring and up the ramp. She had to make a call, maybe several just to shove this in some faces.

Winner via pinfall: Camillia Espinosa