Tension Rookie Tournament: Alice Gaster vs Camilia Espinosa

Her resistance mounted some results as Camilla would let go of Alice, looking to nurse her hurt ribs, while the Brit did the same with her spine, slowly pushing to her feet with one arm on her back.

Camilla growled something at her in Spanish once more, and Alice felt quite a bit of venom...and insult, coming from her rival's words and angry gaze.

With the two of them up on their feet at about the same time, the Pale Rider would try to go for the first move, jumping at Camilla, aiming her legs to cross around her head as she tried to toss her onto her back through her momentum for a Hurricanrana!

Camilia knee she needed to calm down, she couldn’t exactly think straight if she was this angry but dammit did she hate having her hair pulled, it was that exact reason that she cut it so short in the first place. The Latina was a bit slow on the uptake, trying to concentrate and quell her anger made her an easy target for the pale rider.

Without warning she felt a pair of legs latch along her neck, her eyes went wide with panic. Alice had managed to get ahold of her and that could mean anything but good. Camilia suddenly felt the rush of wind, the nonexsistance of the canvas beneath her feet as she was whirled onto her back. She’d cough loudly, gasping for air as the sudden impact knocked the air from her lungs.

She’d groan softly as her back exploded with a sharp pain, slightly rolling to her side to hopefully aid the sensation. It was from here on that she realized the kind of game they were playing. She knew that she was going to have to keep on her toes and make her moves count if she wanted Gaster out of her way.

With Alice managing to down Camilla, the Brit would try not to let up on her attacks against Camilla. As the white haired latina would start rising upwards and sitting up, Alice would hop onto her feet and rush towards the ropes, rebounding and rushing back towards her rival with an added momentum

From there, the Pale Rider would jump upwards into the air, the momentum of her run propelling her forward as she aimed her feet towards Camilla for a hard dropkick to the sat down woman's chest!

Camilia was slow to her feet, catching the sounds of pounding feet against the canvas as the pale rider ran to the ropes to gain momentum. The Latina leaned against the ropes as the Brit came rebounding back towards her, in an instant, she’d charge. An idea she’d come to regret as the woman launched herself, into a drop kick. The impact nailed her in the chest, forcing her to reluctant roll back on the mat and against the ropes. Her chest began to pulse with pain, lungs shot without air.

Camilia would lean against the ropes, her ruby pools glaring in anger, the Bull was beating its good into the dirt, waiting to take back the reigns. ‘Play possum.’ she told her herself, ‘draw her in.’ She’d huff, hurting but still not out of the game yet. One second, two seconds, no matter what the costs she wouldn’t let herself be done in. Three seconds ‘just come closer, see what happens’ her mind growled.

The impactful dropkick would rock Camilla away from Alice towards the ropes, the Pale Rider making sure that the Bull couldn't catch a breath for the life of her.

Practically not stopping her run, Alice simply used her arm to spin herself 180 degrees, towards the ropes she bounced off of a split second ago, deciding to make up the plan once she saw Camilla's condition (and hoping she was beating her up enough for the woman to not easily give chase)

Once she saw Camilla leaning against the ropes, angrily glaring at Alice, the Pale Rider would make a beeline for her rival, preparing her arm to try and take her rival's head off with a vicious Lariat!

Camilia continued to rest for just a moment, not everyone could be patient and force out their opponents by playing the waiting game. She wouldn’t let herself be surprised with how true that would be as Alice bounced off the ropes coming after her. With an arm outstretched it was no shock to anyone that she was rampaging forward with a lariat.

The Latina would bounce off the ropes herself, ducking and rolling forward, gritting through the pain from the drop kick to avoid such a devastating hit. If she could manage it, the Bull would attempt to hop back onto her feet. She’d harshly turn to meet her opponent if Alice went to far with her lariat.

If she caught the pale rider by surprise, Camilia would shift her foot in harshly, pivoting her body in hope of shooting a super-kick for a hopefully exposed chin. The Latina was determined to beat the Brit into submission for underestimating her and taking her lightly. She wouldn’t show a hint of mercy.

With Alice seeing Camilia running for the ropes, she tried to predict Latina's next move. She still outstretched her arm to aim her Lariat, but now she had to guess what her foe had in mind for her to not get hit herself. A hop over her? Tripping her by dropping down with her own body? A counter-Lariat?

For now, the latter what Alice went with, ducking her head slightly down in the available millisecond as she made her way towards the Latina...only for her to suddenly stop, and rotate with the momentum of her run.

Alice's mind couldn't come up with a swear word fast enough as Camilia's foot nailed her jaw, the momentum of both their runs making the Super Kick so devastating, it actually sent the Pale Rider flying off her feet, before gravity kicked in and dragged her back to the canvas, the painful, yet powerful move eliciting cheers from the crowd!

The impact of her boot against the pale riders jaw, sent a chill of satisfaction up her spine. Sent flying no less, to her surprise, before laying out on the canvas when more than likely a bit of a head turner. Camilia wasn’t stupid enough to think that would put the Brit down but damn did that feel good.

The Latina would close the distance on them, reaching only for their legs, to pull them away from any hope of the ropes. Her plan wasn’t a kind one but she had to do what a gal had to do, especially when their was something to gain from it. She’d flip the girl onto their stomach if her body was willing, keeping them a bit handled if she was still stirring.

With a deep breathe, Camilia would place her feet into the pits of the knees, she’d attempt to wrap their feet along her calves. It didn’t take a mad scientist to figure out what was coming next. The last part of her plan, the bull would lean down, grabbing hold of the pale girls arms before rolling onto her backside, attempting to lock in a surfboard stretch.

Alice managed to hang on to her consciousness, the Superkick actually coming fairly close to knocking her out. Her entire body hurt from the little flight in the aftermath of the kick, making her unable to get up before Camilia got to her for her next move...one she was very familiar with.

Camilia turned Alice on her stomach before wrapping and pressing her legs against her's...before the Latina grabbed the Pale Rider's arms and lifted her up into the air for a Surfboard Stretch!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

All her limbs and spine exploded in pain at once as all her limbs were pulled apart. From training with Clara, she knew 2 things about this move: it was impossible to escape, and it couldn't be kept on for a long while, the strain on the user's limbs being difficult to get through in it's own right...but with how light Alice was, it would seem that, unless she were to give up, she would be kept up in the hold for a good while...

She’d tug on those limbs, straining the Pale Rider to the best of her ability as they cried out in pain. It didn’t take long for the strain in her own body to pop up, the damage she managed to build slowly took over. The Latina has work to do, she’d grit her teeth and continue to fight through the pain.

As she held this position she felt she could hold it for maybe a few more seconds. The referee clearly seeing some distress went to Alice’s side. ”Alice? Alice do you want to give?” They ask, monitoring the move as the bull would wrench again, pumping the smaller Brit to really crank on the pain.

A fierce growl left her throat, she wasn’t intending to break them but if that’s what it would lean to, she’d go for it. Camilia could feel her grip slipping, if Alice didn’t give up now, she’d definitely get out of this mess soon enough.