Tension Rookie Tournament: Alice Gaster vs Camilia Espinosa

As Alice successfully managed to get Camilla onto the floor, the Brit would quickly hop onto her feet, as she noticed the Latina getting up to her feet quickly.

Not wanting to let that happen, the Pale Rider would rush towards the ropes once more, rebounding with her back as she made a beeline for her white-haired opponent, looking to take her back down to the mat once more by jumping on her, and forcing her knees onto her chest for a hard Lou Thesz Press!

Once she took the larger woman down, Alice planned to deliver hard shots to her face using her right fist!

Dammit! Her mind was completely shattered as those knees came barreling into her chest. What the hell just happened? Wasn’t she the one controlling the flow of this match? Her raging pools opened to find the rider coming toward her, she had only a moment to set up her guard before the shots began. For such a little woman she could throw a punch thankfully it wasn’t a flurry but still, this wasn’t a good place to be.

She’d grunt and the second punch to her guard, the bull had to think, had to get out of this somehow but loosening her guard opened up the possibilities to being hit in the face and the last thing she’d want is to be disoriented. Then it hit her, if she could time herself just right, maybe she could knock them off balance and get herself back on her feet.

Camilia would wait for the third punch to draw back, she’d wait,wait, and wait just a bit longer. The gaps between her arms giving her a good general idea of how close she was, in those last few moments, she’d go for it. The Latina would attempt to shift her body to the left to avoid the punch, if she were quick enough, she’d roll back, cocking her elbow inward to launch a(n) disorienting blow to the side of their head in her quest for freedom.

Taking the woman down, Alice would just shots on Camilla, who managed to block her face just in time to avoid the brunt of the first 2 punches:

"Stop...blocking!", she screamed, preparing her hand for another hard shot to Latina's face...

...only to be harshly rocked off of her opponent, and, during the roll, Camilla would land a hard elbow strike to the side of the Brit's head!

"AAAGH!!!", she screamed, landing on her side as she held her hurting head in her arms!

With the smaller woman now reeling beside her, Camillia now had the perfect chance to really lay into them, give them back a taste of their own medicine. Her forearms aches as she got to her feet, the Brit sure pack a mean punch but the Latina easily felt hers were harder not to mention stronger.

This match held a lot for her, all of this held a low of weight on her shoulders but she had to push and shove to make sure she wasn’t left in the dust. Sadly Alice was in her way, she didn’t hold it against them but she wouldn’t just stand down and let them take this from her.

Standing proud, the bull would bend down grabbing the Brit by her leg, if she were still trying to recover then the Latina would attempt to force them over into her stomach. If her desires were met Camillia would sit right nicely on her back, leg in toe under her shoulder and crank it back. Her free hand would grasp her knee go push it further and pull at the muscles in her spine and the ones in her thigh. She’d use her whole body for the single leg Boston Crab, going so far as to press back to back if everything went according to plan.

The momentum firmly swung back into Camilla's direction, the hard shot to the Brit's head rocking and dazing her into falling down onto her side, her ears ringing from the attack as the Latina fully intended to follow it up, as she turned her on her stomach by her leg and took a firm sit atop the small Brit's spine.

Keeping a hold of her leg, Camilla would harshly pull on it, stretching the Brit's leg and spine, trapping her in a Single Leg Boston Crab!

Gritting her teeth from the continuous pain, Camilla did everything in her power to make the hold as unpleasent as possible, pulling on her knee for further leverage on the hold pulling the Pale Rider's spine and leg even further:

"AAAARGH!!!", she let out a scream of agony...

As well as noticing that Camilla's head was in reach of her left hand...

With little thought, the Brit's hand would shoot for her rival's short hair, trying to pull on in in order to force the Latina to break the hold!

The Latina was focused on working her over, that distinguished cry of pain solidified her objective and told her everything she needed to know on how the Brit felt. Still this wasn’t the time to let up, from where she could tell there weren’t any ropes close enough to grab onto; to break the hold but suddenly she felt a sting I her hair. Pulling this fair was a double edge sword and the small Brit held her hair between her fingers pulling on it to be released.

She croaks in pain, releasing her knee to try and let the fingers from her hair. Camillia was becoming enraged with the situation but as well as her own negligence, she should’ve thought about this thoroughly but she wasn’t caught up on that, it was Alice’s hair pulling that really pissed her off.

”¡perra!¡abandonar!” she growls, trying to keep hold of their leg under their arm and free her hair from their grasp wasn’t a task better said then done. One of her triggers had been pulled so now mercy was out the door, buried six feet under and forgotten. The enraged Latina began to struggle and shift attempting to find a position that gave her ample space to work with while still putting the Brit through Hell.

The hold immediately hurt less the moment she pulled on Latina's hair, the pain forcing her to release her knee...but not the hold entirely, as Camilla angrily swore at her in Spanish, likely an insult and to let her go off her hair.

"Let...go off my fucking leg, or I'll rip your hair out!", Alice threatened, unwilling to let go off her grip until the Latina fully let the hold go...and she was doing everything in her power to make the hold as unpleasant as possible...though not to the levels she achieved earlier by pulling on her knee.

Still...there was a new problem that popped up for Alice - the ref:

"Let go right this instant..."

"Eat...shit!"

The ref wouldn't take kindly to Alice's words:

"One! Two!..."

Alice tried to keep hold of Latina's white hair, hoping that she releases the hold in the next 2 seconds before she had to release to keep herself in the match...

”Let go of my hair, dammit!”she demands.

Alice refused to give up on her hair, she could feel the fierce sting as her hair was pulled and it didn’t seem like there was a way out of it, but there’d cane to her aide. The Latina wasn’t sure who they were talking to but she’d hold off, hearing the first count and then the second. She didn’t want to be forced out of a good position and thenot hit her.

The bull would release their leg but that’s where Alice’s situation may get hairy. In a desperate attempt to keep her hold on the pale Brit, her hands would snake under their chin, if she found her mark, she’d yank upward and if her plan went off without a hitch she’d lock in her new submission hold. Cranking the Brit back and lift her front slightly off the mat.

As ref's count reached 4, Camilla would finally release her hold...and Alice, upholding her terms released her rival's hair...

...problem was, the Latina was not planning on letting the Pale Rider go anywhere.

Turning herself around on Alice's back, Camilla would grasp the Pale Rider's chin, and pull her hair up, trapping the girl in an impromptu Camel Clutch, albeit not hooking Alice's arms and her legs!

"GRAAAGH! Let...let me fucking go!", Alice loudly complained, trying to ram her arms into Camilla's sides to force her to let her go!

Camilia clung to Alice for dear life, her son was to drain them quickly but there was always complications, she was too fast on trying to transition that she didn’t lock down her arms, for example. Still it seemed like Alice was in a lot of pain to be doing anything other than complain and that was a good sign for the Latina. With the camel clutch settling in, Camilia would lightly lean upward in an attempt to siphon off their breathing, she was being recklessness with this match, something she’s used to but she felt this was so much more aggressive than usual.

It didn’t matter, what mattered right now was winning. The Latina was ready to siphon more air away but then she felt a sting in her sides, a sting that made her uncomfortable as well as hurt. Dammit, it was their arm, tearing backward into her exposed ribs. She’d grunt as another strike connected, not wanting another dose, she’d drop the pale rider and roll to the side to recover, clutching her aching ribs as her red pools narrowed with fierce intent.

”Perra, te voy a patear el trasero.” she growled, speaking in her native tongue as her anger began to swell.