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

The Brit wasn’t heavy by any means, but the slight pain she earned through the first few minutes of their match had really pushed through. Deadlifting her prey upward was a rather difficult task thanks to Milana wearing her down. If she wanted to stay in this, she was definitely going to need to preserve her stamina. Shifting the tanned woman’s body downward, she hugged them tightly against her body. Camilia wasn’t going to let them get away and she was fast enough to close off any escape or counters. This was interesting, finally really gaining the upper hand.

Bam!

The ring shook lightly at the impact from the tombstone piledriver, Camilia could hardly believe she had managed to even land it. Milana was disoriented in her grip, but should she really go for the pin right now? She could break free at any moment, still, putting them in that position could be the best option. For her, she could show off, managing to get a little payback after being ragdolled in the first half could paint a reminder for them that she wasn’t an easy target. Although, she’d also be giving them a chance to recover if she did. The Latina was at ends with herself.

She clicked her tongue, releasing her grip, allowing Milana to flip out of her hold. Camilia was going to go for it, it couldn’t hurt nor could she see any real danger in at least trying. The Brit was a tough one, but how tough? She’d have to see. She’d lean over them, reaching down, to hook up the athletes leg, the Bull presses her stomach against their core, their leg tugged up to her ribs. The referee would drop down beginning the count. ”One!”