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

The look of strategizing could be seen in Milana’s eyes. Those fierce pools staring back into her own Ruby colored ones felt that intensity. Of course she couldn’t place what her athletic rival was thinking up exactly but she had an idea. The Latina had her own work cut out for her to take on this Brit. Could she handle it though was the big question.

With their agreeance on the matter of beating each other, the bull cocked a smile. This wasn’t the answer she was expecting but she accepted it, stretching out her arms and back as her opponent did her own little stretch before hopping back into it.

The two would circle, slowly, inching closer but by bit as if trying to get a read on the other again. Milana came, firing a left handed palm strike towards her center, Camilia launched for it as she stepped back but thats when she fell for it. An arm wrapped around her neck bringing her into her rivals body in a side headlock. She felt stupid for falling for such a trap but the Brit was smart. She’d have to work around that.

Perhaps they would find another test of strength or similar contest to undertake once they had gotten underway. But for now, Milana could think of no better way to proceed than a pure fight, wrestling and striking and battling for supremacy. She was not one to get too creative with her matches, unlike some other women rather close to her.

She watched Camilia stretching out as she began to circle around the Latin woman, and after a moment Camilia would match her movement, walking in a rapidly tightening arc, the two swinging around the ring perhaps three times before coming within striking distance of each other. Milana struck at Camilia, and Camilia would commit to defense, blocking that blow—but exposing herself to Milana's next move, which was to swing an arm around her opponent's head and drag the girl's face down against her side, restricting her movement and, with a squeeze, her breathing.

Milana would swing Camilia suddenly around, over a hundred and eighty degrees, trying to disorient her, before she went to take the girl down. Milana would swing her right arm across her body, pulling Camilia's head with it, and shove with her hips, trying to fling the Lating girl off her feet and down onto her back on the canvas—with Milana coming down on top of her, maintaining the headlock through the takedown as she aimed to seize control!