El Toro y El Atleta, A battle of stamina! Camilia vs. Milana

The look of strategizing could be seen in Milana’s eyes. Those fierce pools staring back into her own Ruby colored ones felt that intensity. Of course she couldn’t place what her athletic rival was thinking up exactly but she had an idea. The Latina had her own work cut out for her to take on this Brit. Could she handle it though was the big question.

With their agreeance on the matter of beating each other, the bull cocked a smile. This wasn’t the answer she was expecting but she accepted it, stretching out her arms and back as her opponent did her own little stretch before hopping back into it.

The two would circle, slowly, inching closer but by bit as if trying to get a read on the other again. Milana came, firing a left handed palm strike towards her center, Camilia launched for it as she stepped back but thats when she fell for it. An arm wrapped around her neck bringing her into her rivals body in a side headlock. She felt stupid for falling for such a trap but the Brit was smart. She’d have to work around that.

Perhaps they would find another test of strength or similar contest to undertake once they had gotten underway. But for now, Milana could think of no better way to proceed than a pure fight, wrestling and striking and battling for supremacy. She was not one to get too creative with her matches, unlike some other women rather close to her.

She watched Camilia stretching out as she began to circle around the Latin woman, and after a moment Camilia would match her movement, walking in a rapidly tightening arc, the two swinging around the ring perhaps three times before coming within striking distance of each other. Milana struck at Camilia, and Camilia would commit to defense, blocking that blow—but exposing herself to Milana's next move, which was to swing an arm around her opponent's head and drag the girl's face down against her side, restricting her movement and, with a squeeze, her breathing.

Milana would swing Camilia suddenly around, over a hundred and eighty degrees, trying to disorient her, before she went to take the girl down. Milana would swing her right arm across her body, pulling Camilia's head with it, and shove with her hips, trying to fling the Lating girl off her feet and down onto her back on the canvas—with Milana coming down on top of her, maintaining the headlock through the takedown as she aimed to seize control!

Her prediction about the trap proved to be right but it was already too late. She found herself tugged into the headlock her face dragging along their sleek form as she grabbed onto their waist to keep herself in position. Camilla grunts with force as Milana suddenly takes charge of their current state, with a sharp swing, the Latina felt her body fly over their hip onto the mat, smacking into it hard, forcing a gasp of pain from her lips.

Even in the midst of her position, she kept her hold on their waist, squeezing as they did her head in the headlock. She had to get out of this, not only that but change the course of the match. Slamming her boots onto the canvas, the Bull would look to push herself forward. Rolling the pair over, her attempt would see to it that she was now on her knees and perhaps in a prime position.

If she could get the ball rolling, her arm would slip from their waist toward their neck to catch them in a rather poor executed sleeper. Although it wasn’t meant to do any real harm, her aim was to spook them into thinking she could lock in such a maneuver even from her position. Her plan revolved entirely on luck here, all she had to do was okay the part.

They fell down onto the mat, Milana on top, keeping Camilia on her side with that arm wrapped around her cranium, forcing the girl's face hard into the side of Milana's body. Milana aimed to keep Camilia pinned down for long enough to swing a leg over and take control of the girl's back, possibly transitioning from a mere headlock into a sleeper hold...

Camilia would kick with both of her legs, with enough lower-body power to impress even a seasoned track athlete like Milana, managed to shove Milana onto her side, allowing Camilia to get up to her knees. Milana, not willing to let go of the headlock, would follow her up, her position no longer as secure, but still a superior one compared to what the Bull was trying to fight her way out of.

Camilia managed to get to a place of at least some equity, however, as her hand moved from Milana's waist up to her neck, as if to lock in a sleeper hold. Milana flinched, but just for a moment, as she would thrust her elbow forward, trying to smack it into Camilia's tummy, to stun her and throw her backwards, letting go of her own headlock, but ideally keeping Camilia from locking in any hold of her own.

Her kickoff found success, it was the little things that led to success however, her head was still locked in what appeared to be a steel vice grip. Her British rival was strong, keeping her down as she manauevered behind her onto her knees but still the Bull wasn’t just going to give in. This was only the beginning to an otherwise prolonged battle for dominance. She could afford a small victory here but she couldn’t give up the war especially with her current position still keeping her in quite the predicament.

With her own fierce hold on their waist, Camilla would move her arm up their tanned frame, aiming for her neck. Her attempt would be to lock in a sleeper hold of her own to otherwise put Milana in the same position she currently found herself in but also for freedom. Within their grasp, she felt a sudden shiver of hesitation, she could use that! It was only a second after that she felt a sharp jab into her stomach, forcing her back but she managed to get free in the end. The ends justified the means but Milana still managed to throw Camilla for a loop.

This was maybe an opportunity that she could take! The jab to her stomach was still throbbing but not something she couldn’t handle, had it been a harder shot or up just a bit higher, she’d be needing a few moments to recover. The Bull would attack again, launching from her seated position to hopefully land on her foe. The Latinas attempt would see her landing on the woman’s back. Her arms wrapping around their neck as she sending her knee’s to pin down their strong legs in a modified sleeper. She didn’t have the best position in the world but she would work with what she had if it worked.

Milana dug her elbow hard into her opponent's stomach, letting it sit there for a moment, drilling as deep a hole as she could into that gut in order to break the rhythm of Camilia's attack and make some space between them. Milana was not going to hang onto a dissolving advantage until it was fully turned around on her. Camilia backed up, and they both had some space to maneuver.

The Latin woman pounced on her again immediately, and Milana brought her arms up to try to tangle up her foe's sudden lunge. The two of them collided head-on, Milana not turning or allowing her opponent to somehow slide around her to cling onto her back, but Camilia's arms did manage to sneak inside of Milana's, grabbing at her neck, apparently trying to turn Milana around to lock in a sleeper hold. The girl's legs, too, came down to hers, trying to wrap them up and pin them down.

Milana grunted, and immediately fought back. Both her arms were still free, and so she brought them up and threw a couple of hard palm strikes to Camilia's shoulders, trying to disrupt her attempt to lock in that sleeper hold. Then, Milana would thrust her hip into her opponent's midsection, trying to rotate her body and hopefully roll on top, weighing Camilia down into the canvas and disrupting the sleeper attempt further!

The two of the seemed to battle for control again as she managed to take the lead on her pounce. Her arms finding some give at her neck but she should’ve been a bit more careful about those arms of theirs. The palm strikes began to rock her shoulders, making it difficult to really get a grip, but she was finding this rather fun. The struggle was getting to her, the extent of their stamina and strength felt all the more needed the longer this kept on.

Milana was like a bucking Bull, the Latina was having a hard time containing her but she didn’t spend all her time training for nothing. She reached out with right hand to grab the perpendicular hand, twisting it behind her British foe. As their hip came for her midsection, Camilia would slightly lift herself up at the tanned woman’s discretion and slams her body against them, hoping to force down their resistance to earn herself a little payback.

If she managed to stave of their counterattack, Camilia would pant softly, pressing her body completely into the make shift sleeper hold. She was impressed with Milana, she wanted more of this kind of energy. The Latina had to work for it and that’s what made it rewarding. She would tighten her hold just a bit by wrenching them back, pulling the Brit into her chest as she strained in her hopeful completed hold. ”Im beginning to like you, mujer dura~” she states.

In response to Milana's efforts to turn them over and get back on top, Camilia adjusted her hold. She let the sleeper become weaker, using one arm instead to grab one of Milana's arms and wrench it painfully around behind her back, locking it in place, letting the slow burn of that twist take its toll on the limb. Meanwhile, further down on their battling bodies, Camilia responded to Milana's use of her hip to try to toss her off by lifting herself slightly, then throwing her weight down hard on the British wrestler, causing them to jar uncomfortably against each other, bones jabbing, the two of them rocking wildly on the canvas but not, to Milana's frustration, flipping over.

So now, she was still under her opponent, and trapped in a one-armed sleeper hold. Her other arm was pinned on her back, and that back was now being stretched out slightly as she was bent back, the back of her head against her opponent's chest. It was a bad position to be in, but one which would take quite a while to bring her to the brink of collapse. She could still get oxygen, albeit in a limited quantity, and she still had one hand free.

She just had to think of what to do with it. For now, her talkative opponent was going to retain control of her. "Eeeeehhk..." she groaned.

To her pleasant surprise, her plan worked out flawlessly or as good one could expect given the circumstances. Camilia managed to not only pin their arm to their back and lock in a rather weak dragon sleeper, she canceled their escape. The Bull was feeling good about this, her rival was proving to be a good thinking excessive not o mention a good workout with her technical abilities. She was rather enjoying this match.

She wrenched a bit harshest, she’d admit but that was what had to be done. The Latina felt she had to catch up, Milana had already done a number on her, she couldn’t let them take the lead so easily and out her back on the mat. She earned a groan from them, it helped knowing that her hold was doing something but she couldn’t hold this forever, no she had another idea.

With her position, the Bull would attempt to stand, pulling the Brit with her. She tug at their back arm to hopefully keep them complacent. Camilia felt she had to be smart about this, one slip up and Milana would be free. With a rather execerted tug, she’d look to deadlift her rival up into the air. She’d release the sumbmission hold to go for something much more devestating. If the Latina was able, she’d slip her arms around the woman’s waist as they came down, hugging them close if her attempt proved to be successful, Milana would find themselves in a tombstone piledriver position. If it all came together, Camilia wouldn’t hesitate to drop to her knees and spike their pretty head into the canvas.

Milana was feeling the effects of the hold, but they were relatively minor, slow-acting irritants that would only very gradually build up into a fatigue that could actually cost her the match. Granted, she did not have an exact estimate for just how long such a buildup would take—but she was willing to bet that before they crossed that line either she would be able to effect an escape, or her opponent would grow tired of the meager returns and try something else. After about a minute, Milana was preparing to make a bid for escape, but Camilia changed their position first, pulling Milana up onto her feet, keeping a hold on both her arm and her neck.

This position gave her more options—a modified snap mare or a judo-style hip toss would free her. But Camilia didn't give her a chance, suddenly pulling her all the way up into the air while Milana still had no leverage. Milana was flipped upside-down, disoriented, and she was not able to stop her opponent before she drove her head down into the canvas with a piledriver that had Milana, for the moment, seeing stars! "Gaaaaahhkk...!"