Camilia Espinosa vs. Julia Knight

The Latina wasn’t having any of Julia’s attempts at freedom. With a swift and flowing motion, she cocks their arm in and presses it to their back, cranking in the hold to force them to comply further. Her mind was completely set on beating this redhead and she wasn’t going to let anyone or anything stop her.

”What’s the matter? Not feeling good, perra?” she taunts.

Julia let out a loud groan as she tried to struggle in the hold attempting to break out despite the girls efforts to pull her down despite everything Camillia was doing. with the Latina staying on the attack and yanking on her arm in such a manner Julia was trying to get ready for some manner of escape. Eventually just trying to get free by stepping on her feet.

"Yeah im dealing with annoying bitch!" Julia shouted as she tried to keep moving and kicking at her opponent.

So far so good, she kept things in control for the most part and soon, Numia would find herself down and out in no time, or so Camilia thought. The woman was working desperately to free herself not to mention spitting back insults the Latina’s way.

Stomping her feet didn’t feel good in the slightest she caught wave after wave of their heels digging into their toes. That alone was enough for her to shove them away with her boot planted firmly against their ass to put some distance between them. She wanted to call her annoying? That was like calling the kettle black or however it went, it wasn’t important. She focused back on Julia, the hitch trying to ruin her night.

While Julia's efforts to get free worked the girl still opted to kick her away once it was clear she couldn't hold her down. Her boot knocking to the side as she stumbled to keep her footing. Turning around at the bitch who thought she could keep her down as she looked downright feral. Which was odd given her more naturally cute features.

"Your dealing with someone better then you and you cant handle it!" She said moving in and attempting to try and start things over using her speed to avoid her kicks as she jumped and went for a dropkick of her own to shut her down.

Camilia underestimates Julia, a fact she’d come to regret immediately as those boots came flying into her guy, like a cave in from a stick of dynamite. “Gah!” The kick sent her back, rolling over her shoulders laying face first in the mat, cradling her aching gut. Her gaze shifts to the red head, she was pushing her luck with this bull if she thought she could put one over in her but for now, her stomach needed attention.

Julia didn’t seem to advance just yet but she needed some time to recover, a spare moment maybe, that would do the trick. In her attempt to buy some time she’d roll away, heading for the edge of the ring to put some distance between the two and rethink her strategy.

Julia was able to knock her foe to the floor and give her the chance to recover and get back in this match, though her dropkick knocked her opponent down she was hardly easy prey. In fact Julia partially expected her to spring up to her feet if she came close so she took her time actually moving in. Seeing her retreat towards the ropes gave her the chance to strike.

"Woah going somewhere friend?" Julia mocked Camilla charging in after her opponent and trying to swing her leg up to smack it against her side, hopefully shutting down anything she could do before she tried it. And just because kicking her felt so good.

Camilia needed some distance, she had to be sure that she could recover without any interference but here it came. Julia wasn’t going to just let her go, rolling wasn’t gelping much but she couldn’t exactly just sit there and take her next hit. She managed to roll just out of reach, her eyes went wide as the wind of their leg reached her, it was an ache just waiting to happen but some how, some way she narrowly avoided it.

The Latinas gaze furrowed in unamusment, The red head had managed to make a poor first impression and was just continuing in with the downhill. Scrambling to her feet, she barely had enough traction to throw herself at the other woman, Camilia was prepared to face any consequence that came with her tacticbut at this moment she wanted her hands on Julia.

In her attempted tackle, if it were successful, Julia would more than likely find herself flipped onto her stomach if she were complacent enough to cooperate. The Bull would sit on her spine, picking up their leg and solidifying it’s capture under her shoulder, wrenching it to add immense strain to break them down.

Somehow Julia's kick was avoided but she tried to readjust as soon as possible when Camila sprang up to her feet to try and charge her. Well charge her wasnt quite the right word. More appropriately the proper term would have been that tackled in some effort to scramble and bring her down to the mat with Julia being caught around the waist as she tried to fight to get out of the situation.

"Rnngh! Get off!" Julia screamed trying to shift her weight and force her off of her. Though Camilia wasnt making that easy as she was attempting to put some pressure on her back in an effort to wear her down despite herself and keeping the hold on tight as the redhead kept at her attempts to get free.

The Bull could breathe, finally. Having the fiery red head under control seemed like a chore in itself. She had to admit, so far they were proving to be more of a challenge but their stubbornness wouldn’t out match her. She continued to pull on her leg, adding- subtracting, adding-subtracting the amount of pressure to it to give a consitant pull.

”Sorry, but I don’t have any plans on lettin you go, Chica de fuego.” She’d reply with a grin. Still she needed a plan, it’d only be a matter of time before she broke free, and she wasn’t looking forward to that part.

Thinking light on her feet she had the advantage, she could do this! In a rush of attempts, Camilia would unseat herself from their back, a rather comfortable seat but she had to much to do. She’d attempt to stand with her leg still in hand, turning she’d stand in between her thighs, rounding her legs at her ankles if she were still cooperating. If her plan was successful, she’d lean forward for her arms before rocking back with Julia in tow for a Mexican surfboard.