Zoey Jae Oh vs. Camilia Espinosa - Jugar con Fuego

She swore Camilia just squeezed harder the more Zoey dug her nails into her. Not even a scream. Barley even a squeal that was too soft for a mouse to make as those iron thighs clamped tighter around her. At the point she felt some blood welling up underneath her fingernails, she was pretty much convinced that Camilia was a Terminator. Things were looking pretty glum.

Then she let go. She unwrapped those crushers from her around her waist and finally gave some breathing room, which Zoey took in strides with one huge gasp after another. Jesus, was that the kind of thick skin the underground gave you? As bad as AFW could get for her sometimes, Zoey sure as hell would take it over walking whatever path Camilia had to get a body like that.

She didn’t have long to herself though. Her opponent was back on the attack in no time, lifting her up by her hair for something just as deadly as before no doubt. She couldn’t just walk into another trap like that again. Her body was in overdrive now, desperate to escape the overwhelming danger that the underground fighter was quickly proving herself to be.

Camilia’s boot planted itself roughly into her stomach. Zoey worked from muscle memory and sprung into action.

The TKD chick’s hands reached out and grabbed the woman’s toned leg. Pushing forward, she went to press her entire weight against the Mexican brawler, hoping to use the lack of balance against her and put the woman down on her back. In the event that worked, she’d hurry on top to straddle her midsection and pin her arms to the ground in the brief moment of confusion she had.

For the most part Camilia felt she had this match in the bag, the girl was obviously all talk and what little she did do (Well little in the sense of the underground) seemed to affect her more than she realized, considering they almost passed out to a minor hold.

She immediately regrets not finishing them when she had the chance, the boot landed but Zoey was still in action, working on what she could only assume as instinct. Feeling their hands grip onto her leg then the sudden push she knew something was about to go down, something she needed to avoid.

As her back hits the mat, it surprised her to see the TKD babe jump on her so quickly, she supposed it was something they both shared in terms of speed but this wasn’t a position to think lightly. With them straddling her midsection and her arms pinned down to the canvas, things were soon out of her court. Dammit, she shouldn’t have played with them, she should’ve known better than to underestimate her opponent.

The Latina desperately struggles for freedom, her legs were free which would be a good way to bounce back but..she was curious. What did they have planned? What could they possibly do? Her mind floods with these questions as her narrowed red gaze locks onto them. Hopefully talking went one of them, that’d probably be the quickest way to free herself.

Zoey didn't have a plan. She never did most of the time, but that's just how she operated. Didn’t have the patience for it. If she was one of those pricks that spent every single waking moment of her career worrying about the next fight, she’d looked twice her age like the most veterans around here.

Even if she had been getting smacked around for virtually the entire beginning of this bout, she still couldn’t get a good fix on Camilia. How she moved, how she operated. She was rough, that was much was clear, but what else? Mean? Clearly didn’t appreciate all of those stereotypes she’d thrown her way? If anything, that just seemed to add to her power as things went on. Any more of that and Zoey would have been out like a light before this even got started. Then Eliza would be out on her ass for the quickest victory on her record.

So when she pinned Camilia’s arms to the ground, that was all she was looking for. A second to fucking breathe. She looked down at the woman, glaring down at her and thinking of the best way to get back at her in the short time she had. An armbar might do the trick, though she didn’t really have the stamina for it. A punch may have been too risky. Didn’t want to risk one of those arms getting free. Probably just piss her off more too.

She was already in position for a grapevine though. Get some payback on those legs. The TKD chick leaned back and...and...god damn it, how did you do this?

Her legs just wouldn’t stay fucking still. She went to brace their ankles together, but they just got loose every time. How in the shit did people do this so quick? Okay, maybe this time...or this time..maybe...maybe...damn it…god...

Oh, fuck this.

Zoey looked down at Camilia as the woman stared back at her, then spit in her face. Reeling her head back, she knocked her skull as far forward as she could manage, looking to rattle the Mexican’s brains a little.

She waited confused for a moment, she thought she felt something attempting to lock her legs but it was obvious it wasn’t working too well. Her brow raised in suspicion, it was kind of sad in a way or hilarious depending on how you looked at it.

Camilia was just about to break free or make an attempt, just before she could even position herself, something wet landed in her face. Her gaze traces the sources to their lips, then back to her face, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened and Oh was it on.

Her expression hardens. There were two things in this world you don’t ever do to Camilia Espinosa: the first being you don’t ever pull her hair, it was something she hated more than anything and part of the reason she cut it so short to begin with. The second was you never spit in her face, never ever. It was just a fuse you didn’t want lit and Zoey had just struck the match.

It seemed they both had the same idea, even with her low vantage point she was willing to harm herself to exact her revenge, rolling her head back against the mat she unknowingly met the Korean-American head on. The impact rocking her brain but she was focused, although a bit disoriented from the blow.

If the headbutt had the same effect or the more painful effect on Zoey, Camilia would attempt to get to her feet, the nice gloves coming off. With the last straw, no. With the fucking straw cut into tiny little pieces, the Mexican was officially done playing with them.

If she managed to get to her feet, she would then attempt to pin Zoey down to the mat, having completed her mission in pissing off Camilia even more so. Her hand would find a good hold of their hair and pull them to into a fist if her plan had succeeded.

Zoey threw her head forward and...that was pretty much all she could remember.

The headbutt seemed like a full proof plan. It almost always was in her experience. Of all the strategies someone could drum up for inflicting damage onto someone else, knocking skulls together was by the far the least predictable. There was just something about throwing your head at another person’s that the human brain just doesn't account for.

Unpredictable. Devastating. Perfect.

So what in fuck just happened?

One second her head was coasting, the next she was slumped on the floor next to Camilia like she’d woken up from a long nap. Which could have very well been the case. She thought she noticed Camilia bringing her head up, but honestly, in this haze, she could have hit her in the face with a cream pie and Zoey still wouldn’t be able to figure it out. Her head was all swimmy, teetering in and out of consciousness. That was more than enough time than the underground fighter needed to make sure she stayed pinned to the canvas. Seemed a pinfall didn’t interest her at the moment.

No, what interested her right now was rearranging Zoey’s face.

She let out a groan that was meant to be a cry as the Latina pulled her up by her dark locks. Zoey managed to crack an eye open just in time to see the rocket punch headed straight towards her face. The trace of daylight she caught a glimpse of was knocked straight away from her again as she fell back to the canvas. Her eyes lulled from one side to the other, trying to figure out which country she was in.

Her savagery was in full view for the crowd to see, she could only guess they expected this sort of violence from one of them or maybe both. In this moment it was only she who had snapped completely, the only one beating down her opponent with sheer hate in her red gaze.

With another punch flying toward their face, a sudden memory flashed through her mind. The roaring crowd ever present, a female warrior pinned down to the mat. It brought her back like deja vu, the scene was just like this, it only brought a smile to her face. The sheer satisfaction of silencing her for good, putting them in their place? It brought a cruel calm over her.

The Latina would land one final punch, they pant heavily, her gaze meeting her handy work. It didn’t occur to her that Zoey had left the building mentally or maybe physically, she couldn’t tell, very much didn’t care really.

As their locks slip from her fingers, she allows them the safety of the mat, her anger slowly subsiding and with the TKD babe practically leaving herself open, Camilia fell to her knees taking full advantage of the easy target.

Her left arm hooks their furthest leg, she rolls her back to their chest, looking out to the crowd as she shot up her finger, the ref rushing to her knees to begin the count.

ONE!

The second punch wasn’t as bad as the first, but that was probably because most of her body was numb at this point. People could say what they wanted about this woman after tonight, she had one hell of a hook.

Everything sounded distorted, like she was hearing it through a tin can as she laid on her back and stared up at the ceiling and hazy lights above her. There was a lot of cheering going on, clearly, but also some yelling. Something pulled at her leg and it was a little difficult to breathe a second after. Did an animal have her in its clutches? Was something pinning her down and about to finish her off?

Then, some vibrations beneath her slowly roused her back to life, and she found that that was more or less the case.

TWO!

Her eyes - or, eye for the moment, shot wide as she went to kick out.

THR-!

The referee stopped it at what felt like a 2.99999 count, and Zoey rolled herself away towards the ropes. Then kept going until she was out of the ring and down on the apron on all fours, taking sporadic breaths and shaking her head in an attempt to realign her vision.

Even through her haze, she could tell that people were disappointed Zoey hadn’t earned her quickest pin yet in her career. Yeah, she was upset too, but there’s always next year lads. Right now, though? She had to kick this bitch’s cunt in.

One. Two. Thr-...wait Two?

She was so sure she had just won the match only to be shifted off by what she thought was an unconscious Zoey. She watched in utter confusion as they rolled off, anger surging like a volcano, how the fuck were they still going? Didn’t she just beat the hell out of her? Could she seriously take that much more?

Camilia shakes her head, no, she had to focus. The Latina knew she had to keep up the pressure, give her no ground in his match if she wanted to win this. With a low growl she rolls after her, dropping to her feet as they’d look down to the out of breath Korean-American.

What to do, oh what to do? Decisions were always so hard to make but she made sure not to become enveloped in them. Stepping up toward them her boot would swing back as extra leverage in an attempt to kick them up and over onto the concrete.

There was so much punishment to give and outside the ring she could inflict so much more. If her kick had been successful, Camilia would dig under the apron searching for some kind of weapon to temporarily cripple her from doing much else but moan and groan in pain.

With her hand searching, she’d feel the cool metal of what she could only assume a metal chair. Oh ho this would do the trick. They’d yank it from under the ring to reveal in fact a chair, she’d drag it, allowing the metal to clip and clang against the floor. She wanted Zoey to fear the approaching pain, honestly getting this chance to actively beat the hell out of someone was a bit arousing for someone who had just snapped a few moments ago.

If the TKD babe still hadn’t recovered and Camilia was very hopeful of that, she’d raise the chair over her head, it’s presences blocking out the glaring light, to come smashing across her legs.

“Gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.”

She couldn’t quite remember a time when she had been battered around this easily. It had happened, she was sure of that, but not quite the way it had been playing out right now.

Zoey had brushed shoulders with a good variety of opponents ever since she’d come to Japan. Big dudes. Little dudes. Medium dudes. Dudes that clearly had no business being on the mats, but hey, she didn’t mind the practice. At least a couple of times those bouts had gone bad. She didn’t really remember them, but whenever she tried, her mind stung her for it. Not a good sign, that.

Camilia was doing a good job at reawakening those memories, though. She tore into Zoey like an unruly hound in the middle of the ring. The Korean needed a respite, taking all the time she could at ringside to get a recovery going.

The Latina had other ideas, clearly.

She barely had a moment to catch a glimpse of the woman before Zoey found a hard boot burying itself in her face. She fell back onto the hard ground, pressing her hands against her face and rolling back and forth for a couple moments.

“Wait-”

Nope.

Cold metal smacked against her legs, sending a shockwave of agony from the bottom up, forcing a shriek out from between Zoey’s lips. It landed right on the shin bone, right on the part that could get put her out of the game for good. She wasn’t giving Camilia a chance at another one of those. Quickly she rolled to the side, trying to disappear underneath the apron and just crawl to safety away from this loco pendejo.

The stimulation of the first strike sent of wave of satisfaction through Camilia, her temper was her gift and in this moment she utilized it to the fullest to let Zoey know she messed with the wrong Latina. The thundering sound of metal against flesh and bone, at this point, was music to her ears, the sudden scream? A symphony.

Her grin widens as she prepares the second strike, she could’ve sworn she heard them saying something earlier but it was lost on her. Their focus, their drive, it was all aimed and ready for the Korean, Camilia was totally lost to the idea of hammering the woman, humiliating her. This wasn’t a match anymore, this was a lesson.

As the chair came down for a second smash, the girl rolled out of it, the Latina clicks her tongue, aggravated that she still had this much energy left to defy her. She gaze furrowed into a glare ”Oi Perra, where the helll are you going?! Get the fuck back here!” restraint was out the window, she’d probably get an earful later from her mamá who forbad cursing but she didn’t care about that now.

Tossing aside the chair, Camilia would quickly follow, she had so much more planned and the fact that Zoey refuses to participate didn’t sit well with her. She’d reach for their boot but her fingers only graze the surface. No other way to chase her under the apron.

If she were lucky and she didn’t manage to grab her on the second attempt, the TKD babe would find herself being pulled out from under the ring. The underside was dinky lit though so she may have been lucky to get out before a second grab could be made, especially since the pair had to crawl over weapons and such. At this point it was only a game of cat and mouse.

Instead of catching the mouse, she planned on squashing it, putting them back in their place, and making sure they never forgot it.