Clipping The Wings of A Raven

Anja seemed to be at her mercy as she lunged to tug them up into her toned legs, setting them up for her powerbomb but nothing went as she had planned. The blonde seemed ready to counter at the drop of a hat, just as Camilia prepped to pull them up, they pumped their knees and her world began to shift downward.

Without a moment to brace, her back slammed against the mat with their back body drop. She winced in pain as she rolled to the side to soothe her now aching back. How could she have been so careless? The Bull rolls onto her stomach, they couldn’t let themselves be caught while she was down.

If Anja allowed her, the Latina would push up in her hands and knees quickly, hoping to rush to her feet to get into a defensive stance before the Raven could pluck away at her. She needed to be fast, but that was easier said then done when the effects of the match began their wear and tear.

Anja was pretty much a long distance runner in regard to stamina, but she also could not ignore the aching of her body after getting hit by a spine buster not too long ago. In the precious moment where she had to pay tribute to her arching back, Camilia already rolled away from her immediate reach but was still on her hands and knees when the Blonde would come to her side.

As a tribute to luchador wrestling and because of the favorable position, she would try to capitalize on the current situation and aply a la magistral pin on Camilia, rubbing her elbow a little bit between the legs of the Luchadora as both a tease and kind of a confirmation of the intent to sex the luchadora up a little bit to cool her down.
"One."

She wasn’t fast enough, the Raven quick on her own feet met the Latina as she rose up on her hands and knees. She expected the worst, to feel either a stomp or the pain that came with getting your face squashing against the mat but no, she didn’t feel anything like that. Surprised even more so as she felt their arm slip between her legs, her body rolled onto her back as the blonde placed her in a la magistrate pin. Her cheeks flushed against her tanned skin, her body creaking from the new found position.

Her ears didn’t decieve her, she heard the first count. Desperation began to take over as fought to break free, Anja on the other hand seemed to use this as a way to fully express her intentions. The rub of their elbow along her thigh made her spine tingle, were they serious about this?!

With the count of two making its way to finishing her off, Camilia surged her legs up fiercely to buck the Raven away. She rolled backward to a seated position before glaring daggers at her foe. She clenched her teeth as she rose up to her feet defiantly, clenching her fists tightly. ”Wh-what the hell was that?! You can’t just do that a-all of a sudden. ¡Te voy a ganar rojo y azul!” she declares, the tension of the blondes true intentions now weighing in her shoulders. Ending this soon seemed to be the only way to save herself from this teasing.

Anja ws lightly shaking her head while getting up herself, listening patiently until the luchadora had ended her little tirade.
"Do what?"
She asked, crossing her arms in dront of her breast, not b accident putting it under her breasts to highlight them.

"What is this, some kind of episode where the policewomen asks the damsel in distress to show her on the bear where the offender touched her? No referee in the whole federation would even count to one for a disqualification for this. If you can´t stand this, you are bound to struggle against anybody like me."
Anja further stated.
"For my standard, I barely teased you."

Camilia could feel another wave of rage overwhelm her entire body. Anja was playing with her, she was caught off guard, surprised that someone would touch her like that. Her red pools oozed with anger, she thought that the Raven would understand where she was coming from, could see what being in the ring actually meant to her. The Latina felt stupid for even thinking that, she felt they didn’t in the slightest and now? She didn’t even care anymore. The Bull didn’t care for honor or for a fair fight, but this wasn’t right, was it?

With her fists clenched tightly and Anja posing to highlight her chest, Camilia was going to put them in their place, screw it all, she was going to plant them into the mat and not show an ounce of mercy. Was this how she felt when she fought Zoey? Was she going to brutalize another person over her unwavering anger? She couldn’t answer that. They had it coming but so did this pesky, annoying bird.

She softly mutters under her breath, giving herself over to the monster that clawed in her mind. Truth be told Camilia hated this side of her, the one filled with hate and disdain, the thing that let it’s desires consume her. Perhaps this was the real Her, and every second she watched the world in the backseat as it took the wheel, she hated herself all the more. The beast lunged out, extending her hand to fiercely cup the Ravens cheeks. Her thumb, index, and middle finger clamped tightly onto their cheek if she managed to grab hold. A wicked grin spread across her face as she pulled them in, kissing them intensely, her free hand, unoccupied by their clasped cheek would run to the small of their back to push them in against her.

If Anja didn’t push her away the Bull would indulge itself in the contact, taking her free hand to hug its prey close. ”If this is the game you want to play, fine, we’ll do it your way. “ She whispers pulling back from the kiss, her hand placed at the small of her back goes for the waistband of their shorts, tugging it up before she would tuck the blondes head under her arm to scoop them up into the air for an attempted scoop slam.

Things did not go as expected for Anja at this point. Once again her giving a stern advice road had turned into some kind of lecturing for Camilia, something she sought to avoid doing. Sadly for herself, she wasn´t in any way a good reader of people and had severe problems picking up their moods.

Still she was stubborn to a point and so she only stood there with her arms crossed and was more than surprised when Camilia let out her inner beast and attempted to dominat her sensually without even much talking.
"Ghn! Now oyu´re talking."
She grunted while being kissed, but her eyes told of the respect she felt for the other girl at this point.

Sadly that also left her more than open for the penance that was a scoop slam!
"Aghn!"
She lamented while being forced to take the fall with her back and not much help of her arms.
"…I guess I deserved that for talking shit…"
She confessed penl underhacked and pained breaths.

The horrible side of her took over completely, Camilia couldn’t even look at herself as it indulged itself with Anja’s lips. Keeping her close to erase any thoughts of escape, she kept a hand pressed against the small of the back and one clinching those cream cheeks tightly. All the anger she felt, all the disdain she felt towards the Raven was covered completely with this show of affection. The Bull alluded her victim into this false sense of security and the blonde seemed to fall for it completely, seeming to like this side of her. It wasn’t until her true intentions were revealed did they understand.

Tanned fingers found a hold in those training shorts Anja seemed so confident in, tugging them upward as if to find a better hold on them to press in. Then suddenly she shoved their head under her arm, shifting her hand around their neck and deadlifting them off the canvas only to turn them up and over, slamming them down on the mat. They offered her little in terms of groaning and moaning, in fact the Raven went as far as to say they deserved it.

She wasn’t finished with her just yet. If the blonde was unlikely to resist, Camilia would pull them into a seated position, her legs overlapping their own to spread them out wide. Her hands would look to tug those arms of theirs back and loop it to make a temporary human cuff with her arms. The cold Latina would rest her chin on their shoulder if she managed to lock in her humiliating hold. Her hands had enough leeway to perk up Anja’s bust just as she had highlighted them herself if everything went to her vision. ”You really are hopeless aren’t you, Raven?” her fingertips digging into the soft mounds as she presses her cheek against their, Ruby pools observing her handiwork. ”Are you going to beg for more? You wanted this after all, right? I’m just giving you what you asked for.” Camilo states, her lips now hovering close to their ear if she didn’t fight back. Without warning her teeth go for their earlobe, lightly grinding it down in her pearly whites.

"You really don´t know me."
Anja had indeed not put up much resistance against the restrains that Camilia had put on her, breathing harshly while she answered with peaking interest in her voice. Maybe she could have put up more of a fight, but that sexually aggressive Camilia was much more to her liking than angry I don´t know why I am talking shit but I still do it Camilia. Because it was a language she understood.

"But I was wrong too. You know how things work here. So welcome to AFW then."
Attempting not to break the hold on her hands, she would instead try to move one arm so that one of her hands could squeeze a breast of the luchadora instead wwhile she would open her mouth in a sharp exhale as soon as her ear was nibbled on.

Camilia didn’t much care for their new kings at this point. She played their game and this was the result, caught in her web, tricked by the red cape she held onto her prisoner as they offered her little resistance, why she couldn’t quite answer nor could the beast the held control. The Latina listened as they spoke, the irony in it all made a soft breath of laughter leave her lips as she clung to their love.

Her fingertips dig deeper into their breasts as he released their ear that earned her a hitched breath, answering their words as if it hardly mattered now. Her cheek lightly brushes against the pale one that was held captive, her lips drag along their jaw and cheek bone as her right hand runs down the Raven’s exposed stomach. ”Calling the kettle black, chica.” she whispers, her nails drag down their stomach as she shifts her arm down their front, marking her territory. ”I don’t want your excuses, I don’t care anymore. All that matters to me is the here and now. You’re mine, you can’t escape. Give up, you want to do that don’t you?” her whispers add. She could feel their hand trying to rise up and cup her own bust but she shifts her arms upward, cocking in their shoulders to restrict Anja’s momvements if she managed to maneuver before hand.

The time for talking was over, she wouldn’t utter another word, the Raven would either give in or stay like this, it was simple as that in her mind. If they gave up, she’d spare them the pain of it all, being beaten into the canvas with a calmed anger she herself feared or, indulge in this contact just a bit longer before they separated. She’d leave that choice to her blonde foe, wether they wanted more was up to them.

"You came to me, I didn´t want anything from you. We´re done as soon as this is over."
If Camilia had done any research on her, she would very well know that Anja would not give up in this situation, or any situation at all. Not because it was her or she wished any ill for the luchadora, that didn´t matter. So instead of giving in, she would mobilize her strength and attempt to hammer the back of her head into the face of the other girl, probably causing both of them a ringing head in the process if she would score a hit on her opponent and then roll out of the ring.