Clipping The Wings of A Raven

The kick had separated them, sending Anja backward at her body’s expense. The pain rings in her core but she’s not done, the battle is still fresh and she still has gas in the tank. Using the ropes she pulls herself up, thankful at least these exsist. She needed to take them down, she lost her hold now and any headway she really had in the veteran. She’d have to figure something out to really even the score.

”Save your lecture, Chica. You should be focusing entirely on me.” She declares, shifting her feet to stabilize her stance, just enough to launch herself. Her aim was to overtake her but something didn’t feel right.

Her body rushes forward to catch them, her initiation knocking at the door, guiding her down this narrow path. Sure enough, a low kick came and caught her ankle, her body would forcefully dodge but her gut said to take it. She fell to her knee as their foot caught their ankle but the angle was perfect, opputunistic even. She balled up her fist looking to take gold. She would attempt to send her fist hungrily into the veterans core, aiming to drive it in to take her back down to the mat.

It was kind of funny how Camilla had first wanted to talk about something by approaching her out of nowhere, or rather get the chance to vent her anger at someone by speaking, and now she could not stand some backtalking that was maybe shaking her anger in some way.

Anyway, she was right in the middle of a follow up when Camilla showed why Anja had put trust in her as at tag team partner as she countered her attack with a strike right at her core, causing Anja to loose a good amount of air with a gasp.
"Ghffh!"
She shoot the air out of her mouth while bending forward before trying to get her hands aroud the head of her opponent for a close front face lock that could also pose as a breast smother of some sort.

Her intuition proved useful as the events seemed to unfold. Anja found herself bent over her fist as it dug into their stomach forcing air from their lungs and leaving them breathless. The Latina couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride over the scene. A Raven caught in a web of her making, if only she could clip those feathers.

She didn’t have a chance to even think of anything or press on with her advantage. Camilia felt hands grasp her head from her angle, what was once a foothold now became a prison as she was brought into a head lock.

Tanned cheeks flush with a slight hint of red as the lock turned into a smother. She presses her hands against their stomach but pushing away didn’t seem like the best option to play. Her hands grab the hip of their shorts, the Bull having an idea but, her position made acting it difficult.

It hadn´t been the intention of Anja to battle the bull headed luchadora in a hentai match or with a hentai move as she seemed quite unprepared for something like that and it would probably only fuel her intention that the blonde was only out to belittle, betray and generally trash her in some way. So the other was not fulyl intentional although she had also promised her opponent to sex her up a litte when she had defeated her.

But for now, she would look to hop on the hips of the other girl and also put her into a waist lock in the process, hoping to first bring and then wear her down if she could.

Locked in quite the surprising hold, she gripped tightly into the waist of her shorts. Was this something Anja had planned or was this accidental? Camilia wasn’t sure which was true but, she wouldn’t let it go unpunished. Even in her awkward angle she held a decisive edge against the raven. One that was devestatibg under the right circumstances. It didn’t take her long to find her means to an end, one simple hop spelled doom for the blonde.

As the veteran looked to press her advantage, the Bull’s hands slipped down to their thighs. With Anja now in the air for the split second, Camilia pushed up off the canvas from her lowered angle. Her objective was to take them down, hard. With the momentum, the Latina would attempt to raise Anja off of her feet, suspendeding her over her shoulders before turning sharply to spike their body against the canvas for a spinebister.

If successful, she’d settle over her opponent. Hooking their leg tightly from between the blondes legs, she’d begin to count. Her venom all but lost as she finally managed to calm down with their earlier heart to heart.

“One.” She states, panting softly as she presses her body down to pin them to the mat.

Looks and styles could be deceiving, that was a message that even someone as seasoned in most kinds of wrestling like Anja had to learn the hard way. Camilla had given her the vibes of being a luchadora and doing luchadore stuf, not burst out a spine buster of what should have been a guillotine breast smother of some kind for Anja instead.

"Unfh!"
The Blonde hit the mat rather harsh and in a breatless state which allowed the other girl to pin her quite tightly. Combined with the loss of air and the surprise about the turning of the fortunes, Anja struggled heavily to not get counted out up until three and kick out with all of her disposable power.

Turning the tables on a veteran had a sense of satisfaction all its own. She couldn’t contain how much she enjoyed taking them down, and the surprise on their face? Priceless. Even if she was a luchadora, she only retained her old techniques. She didn’t don the mask anymore, if anything, she was her own luchadora, the kind no one would think twice about when pulling off moves like these. Her opportunity proved fruitful, Anja had all her air depleted as she was slammed down onto the mat. Their breathless state made them easy pickings for what came next.

As she leaned forward with the blondes leg in tow, she pressed her weight to make it harder for them to resist. Her first count had come and gone, the Latina figured she had this in the bag. In the end, Anja would have to recognize her for beating them, wouldn’t they? ”Two” She declares, her fingers gripping tightly to the pulled leg.

Just as she was preparing for the third count, the Raven turned sharply, kicking out of what would’ve been her victory. Camilia clicks her tongue, a bit annoyed that life returned to Anja at the last moment but there wasn’t much she could do. She drops their leg and pushes off the woman to her feet. Maybe she ought to put them away now, save herself the trouble of a prolonged fight. That’s what she felt the Raven wanted anyhow.

It was not exactly rocket science to see and anticipate how Camilla was probably frustrated and disappointed right now. And that impression was all but validated when she could look into her face. Sstill she also looked a little bit different at the same time.

Coughing and then with a light laugh, she would turn around and get on hands and knees, her body shaking lightly with laughter. She wasn´t sure if the lucgadora wanted to keep on fighting, but if she would, she would be ready to go on.
"You seem disappointed, Camilia. You didn´t really think that would put me out, did you? What use would I have been to you as a tag team partner if a meager spinebuster out of nowhere would be enough to take me out?"

She honestly didn’t expect to earn her victory over Anja so easily but she’d been surprised before. Nothing was ever so concrete when she fought, she’d come to learn that over the years. With her stance set ready for another round, the Raven sat up on her hands and knees seeming to laugh at Camilia. Her brow raised, were they going crazy or something?

She scoffed at their remarks, settling her hands right into her hips, she couldn’t believe they even entertained that idea. ”Dissapointed? You’ve got to be kidding. I’m annoyed more than anything, though I guess when you put it like that, you would’ve been useless as a partner if you couldn’t at least take that, pero sigues siendo molesto.” she states.

Anja was a prime target in her position, lost in laughter and down on her hands and knees. The luchadora wouldn’t let it go to waste. With a single hounding step, she’d close some of that distance, her hands going for the blondes hair to pull her in between her thighs. Even if she was a bit worn out, the Latina was far from done with the avian woman. She’d wrap her arms around that waist of theirs to attempt a snap powerbomb to showcase she still had stamina to spare.

So, Camilia was annoyed. At last this was kind of humorous for all involved as it seemed and maybe it was a little bit deceiving from her position but the mood appeared to be a little bit lighter than before. Anja of ocurse would not have been able to just get up with a kip up and nail her opponent with a devastating leg lariot or something like that, but even she had to answer to stuff like physics and available speed.

But she was more than willing to not get ragdolled by the luchadora, so when she was pulled upward between the tights she would not wait long and look to back body drop Camilia instead of getting unceremoniously power bombed if things workd out in her way.