Tension Rookie Tournament: Alice Gaster vs Camilia Espinosa

"TWO---NO!"

Alice let out a loud grumble of displeasure as she was turned away from the pin, looking over at the kicked out Bull, who angrily looked back at her.

Angry, Alice grabbed her rival's white mane, and pulled her up, her back turned to her, as she held Latina's right hand with her left, before shoving her roughly to force her to turn and get closer to her at a bit of a momentum, looking to slam her elbow into her opponent's face at top speed for her finishing Wood Hammer!

Rather reluctant to kick out, The Latina and her pale rival locked eyes, hate and anger filled their pools, destined to destroy each other. She was preparing to get on her feet herself until the ultimate taboo was committed. A sin so great she warned anyone who had ever attempted it, Armando himself earned her swift wrath rather after commiting the crime: they pulled her hair.

It was a trigger for the worst, like tossing gasoline on a scorching fire that had consumed an entire building. It was one the two things she hated most in this world as Alice had tugged at those horns and done it brazenly. The monster that dwelled within her sprung forth, taking the reigns forcefully as she was brought to her feet. As anger consumed her completely, the Bull would step inward with the pull, wrapping her arms around their rather slim waist. She was going to punish this fool of a Brit and she’d instill a lesson far greater than anything they had been taught before.

If she managed to take hold of their waist she’d begin her assault, her arms hugging tightly she would lift them up high, taking their feet off the canvas. If she managed this she’d swing them forward, attempting to kick out their legs to keep them from stopping what came next. With a single step forward, Camilia would extend her knee, exposing Alice to the danger that would befall them if her small step towards vengeance was underway. The pale rider would fall victim to an atomic drop, right onto her exposed,  tanned knee. If it worked Camilia wouldn’t smile, wouldn’t even offer the expense of a grin as she focused solely on breaking the woman in half, to drive her point home and to make sure they never did it again, but she had a long list of torture prepared for them, all she needed was for it to work.

Instead of hitting her finisher on the seemingly tired woman, Alice would feel she awakened something...destructive. Camilia would dodge her attack, and instead put the Pale Rider into the same position as she had trapped the Latina in just a second ago.

Camilia's waistlock would be harsher, however, as she easily lifted Alice off the ground, before driving her straight downwards, tailbone first onto her knee!

"AAAAAAAAGH!!!", Alice screamed as she grabbed at her back, stepping forward from Camilia's knee...before dropping on the canvas on her hands, feeling the very angry presence behind her...

It was a fleeting thing to be held up in the air, the presence of the ground nonexsist as your held in complete limbo. That was the feeling she had as she held the Brit up high, danger closing in fast and hard as she force d their legs up. A single step forward tied it all together, her knee exposed, bringing its victim all to close to the pain that would come with it. It wasn’t long until she felt the weight of Alice clash against solid bone. Their screams of agony in a sadistic way satisfied the raging Bull, but this wasn’t enough, not yet.

As they fell onto their hands and knees, she’d creep closer, making her intentions all to clear as she hunted her prey. She was going to end this very painfully, and without any remorse, just as she had Zoey that night, a night she regrets. A night she realized this thing she let take over could do real damage, the Latina knew this side of her wasn’t right but she wasn’t going to stop it, not against this fool for committing the most sinful of crimes.

If Alice didn’t recover, Camilia would kneel beside them, she was sure to stay out of their reach but she held the height advantage here. She’d reach out for their own short hair, grabbing it in a bunch if she could. If Alice was to weak to stop what came next, the Bull would unleash her fury. The pale rider would be slammed face first into the canvas, the Latina in her anger would pull them back up using their short black hair, only to slam them down again and again. She wanted to make an example of them, for anyone stupid enough to try her. She wanted Alice to hurt, to feel regret for her actions as she knew she would when this was over.

"Mgggh...", Alice didn't feel too much danger at the moment...but as Camilia grabbed her short hair and pulled, she felt a certain hate the Latina had towards her. She was confused. What had she done to anger her rival like so?

In the end it didn't matter, as Camilia was angry enough to start simply brutalizing her rival in the ring, pulling her hair and pushing her head again and again, nailing Alice's head into the floor!

Each hit elicited a shout of pain from Alice, unable to defend herself as her head was drilled into the canvas!

A rough growl erupts from her throat as she slams their face into the mat. Brutalizing her victim, the raging Bull was only focused on beating them to a pulp. Camilia sat in the backseat, her metaphorical hands over her eyes, refusing to watch what she was doing. This anger that practically consumed her was just too much, but she allowed this to happen, she was just as much to blame and the reason to hate herself for ruining what could’ve been a fun match.

The beast seemed to like hearing the poor girls cries, hearing them scream only to muffle their groans with another slam into the canvas. Just as they were about to do it again, Camilia had enough, forcing herself to let go. Releasing the girls hair, her Ruby pools softened, what had she done? It happened again...

She wanted this to be over, Alice had gone through more than enough, the beast banged at its cage, angry it’s master locked it away again when it was only getting started. This temper of hers was getting out of control, she knew it was wrong, but she felt powerless. Grabbing hold of the poor downed Brit’s arm, she’d apply her weight against their back. She slips her own arm to hook around their neck, cinching their arm to cut off their air flow. If her attempt was successful, she’d lock in her submission finisher: Tlaloc.

Alice's forehead would be cut in-between the head slams, a trickle of blood going down her face. This felt a bit different from the usual ways she bled though. In hardcore matches, there was still a strange sort of respect between competitors. They acknowledged that they bled not because they hated each other, but because they had to.

This was out of sheer, pure malice, and the Pale Rider wondered in the depth of her mind what she had done to offend her opponent.

Soon enough, she would stop, but Alice would be in no shape to fight back as Camilia locked in her finishing submission, Alice unable to breathe...or even move her arm to signal for submission. Her struggles wouldn't take too long, as within 30 seconds of the hold, she was out like a light...

Camilia hadn’t noticed the boood trickling down their forehead not until she saw the light splatters of red tainting the canvas. She felt awful, she felt like she was going to throw up, an opponent caught the bad end of her temper and this was the result. Alice seemed so out of it by the time she locked in her submission hold, so dim, so confused.

She didn’t have the words to even remotely begin to profuse her apology, this wasn’t supposed to end this way, this wasn’t how it was supposed to end. She found herself on this path far to many times, far to often. The Bull began to wonder if she was following down a dark road, becoming the monster her family remembered from so long ago. She thought she had changed since the day she broke her own brothers arm but everything stayed the same.

The Brit didn’t tap, she expected them to want this to be over too but nothing, no slight tap at her arm, no bangs against the canvas. It was then the referee broke them apart, Slice had gone unconcious...unconcious?! Her Ruby pools widened with fear, anger was completely nonexistent now as she knelt beside them, shaking them to try and wake them. She ripped her arm away from the red who tried to raise it in her victory but this wasn’t the kind of win she wanted. The Latina felt awful deep inside, she couldn’t believe she let this happen once again and this time it ended much worse then she could of ever imagined.

She gripped their shirt shaking them again. “Hey! Hey, wake up, por favor.” she demands with another shake, she felt responsible, completely and utterly hopeless in her situation, she could feel the crowd looking on some cheering others booing but it didn’t matter to her now. Alice didn’t deserve her wrath like this. ”Im so sorry.” She softly whispers.

By the time the medics had arrived, Alice was still out of it, but Camilia's attempts to wake up the Brit did result in a quiet, painful groan and some stirring from the Pale Rider. The medics and the ref would request the Latina to move out of the way so that they could properly treat Alice in the infirmary...

Her shakes and calls for them to wake didn’t seem to have any effect, it was only when the medical team arrived that they began to stir. Moaning and groaning from the pain, Camilia was out of touch with herself, lightly rubbing the path of the red stream from their forehead with her thumb, her Ruby pools could only look on in disgust with herself. She didn’t even realize they were asking her to move away until she felt them grab at her jacket.

Having her sense brought back to reality she snapped up to find them tending to the pale rider. She stepped back, as they worked. She didn’t think she could be here, watching them work on her mess, she didn’t feel anything but remorse. Alice didn’t deserve this.

She went for the ropes, the audience’s mixed cheers made her feel even worse. Most seemed to praise her for her brutality while others booed her for it. Dios Mio, this just wasn’t going to be a good night, was it?