The Price for Pearls Means what to Bulls, Ambre vs Camilia

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre had just made a promise that was rather difficult to keep, she had to admit, knocking down an opponent as strong as the woman in front of her was a major challenge, especially after having received a knockout! But she knew she was going to face even stronger wrestlers in any field, even though her opponent tonight clearly excelled in powerhouse style.
She had to outdo herself and after a small exchange of smiles and encouragement, Ambre took on a serious look, taking a long breath to inflate her lungs with air. She would need it for the rest of the match, the slightest breathlessness could turn the situation around. She got up a few seconds later stretched again to get ready, taking care to stretch her neck.

The referee returned to the center of the ring and warned the two women that the match was about to resume. He starts a countdown "Three...Two...One!" and rang the bell, the match could resume with its second round.
As the first round had been won by the Latina, everyone thought that the French would be more defensive in the match. It was bad to know Ambre and her desire to surpass herself and fight ever stronger opponents!
As soon as the bell rang, Ambre threw herself towards her opponent still in her corner, putting her shoulder forward to knock her opponent against her and then crush her against her corner. It was a risky bet but Ambre remained attentive to her opponent by never taking her eyes off her, she surely couldn't stop her momentum but she could adapt to her if her opponent managed to counter her.

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Loosening her joints seemed to do her some good, she could feel the beginnings of tension building in her muscles. She might’ve gone a bit overboard but hey, it worked. With both women stretching for the minute break to say she felt limbered up would be an understatement. Bending her body as her arms follow, shifting over head as the muscles were tugged thoroughly. The stretches illicitated a satisfied groan as she settles back into stance. Camilia could feel the remaining seconds before she’d have to go on the offensive again. Not to sell her opponent short but the Latina was aiming to end this match with this round.

With the stripped official stepping go back into the center ring, explaining that time was almost up and they’d begin the countdown soon. La Toro Blanca had somewhat figured they were close, bouncing on the ball of her feet, she pumps herself up for the next round. The count begins: Three. Two…. One!

Her spine instantly erupts with a cry as she’s knocked backward into the post, a sharp gasp leaves her lips as the pain spikes. Her front begins to pulse with pain as her gaze finds Ambre’s shoulder digging into her chest. The air from her lungs was forcefully removed. Her palms presses against the Frenchwoman’s shoulder, attempting to push them away and force some distance if any at all. Her position made it difficult to put any weight behind any of her movements. Her single crimson pool glared, forced against the wall, she’d at least make an attempt to free herself. Her palms making a bid for another shove if the first failed. She couldn’t let herself lose all her momentum, not after a start like that!

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre threw herself on her opponent with her shoulder forward and hit something! She had managed to punch her opponent's chest and push it back with her shoulder to the corner of the ring. It was a rather impressive action for the spectators who did not expect this kind of thing, Ambre still had energy and strength to spare.
She slammed her opponent into the corner pushing harder and harder with her shoulder until she felt something push her back as she grabbed her shoulder. It was necessarily the hands of her opponent who was trying to push her away, at the same time she had no other choice to achieve her ends.

Ambre smiled softly seeing that she had the advantage, she had to keep having it to dig an even bigger hole, until her opponent couldn't catch up anymore.
She then decided to turn around to face her adversary by catching her hands, wrapping her fingers around her so as not to let go. As she still had an advantage with her position, the pearl decided to chain the knees on the belly of the Latina while spreading their arms so that she could not protect herself with them.

"Hmph! Hmmph! HMMPH!!"

She knew her opponent wasn't going to go down so easily with one or two knees, the Latina's abs were rock solid and Ambre was ready to give a dozen to bring her to her knees.

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Ambre wasn’t letting her off that easy, now locked into the turn buckle, she could still pain in her chest. The Frenchwoman was quick to open the Latina up, now with her fingers interlocked and opened wide, exposing her aching chest. She wasn’t sure what to expect, was she about to get flipped? Camilia wasn’t so sure and her intuition would prove right much to her displeasure as a knee drives into her gut forcing her over. She coughs as the pain in her abdomen takes over, her glare would only sharpen as she was pinned, earning another kick.

The Pearl seemed intent on breaking her ribs or something, with another kick digging into her stomach enough was enough. She waited until the very moment their foot met the mat to reposition, as a fourth shot into her stomach, she tended her aching abdominals and used it to absorb the knee. If she was successful, she’d use this imbalance and with a hopefully step forward, the Latina looks to shove Albre away completely.

If Camilia managed that, the Bull would slump against the ropes, her palm covering her stomach as she attempts to breath. She’d taken quite the beating and she was less than thrilled about the way she received it. She could feel her anger boiling, the once tightly locked cage was loose with her influence, but she couldn’t do that now. Her body was already whining in pain from the exchange and she couldn’t ignore it.

To the Bull’s dismay, she needed a moment to catch her breath, she was vuberable and she knew it too. If Ambre came back for seconds, she doubts she could effortlessly push them back. She need to get her head in the game again before she fumbled the ball and lost the match completely. That’s not what she wants. Her Ruby pool stared with anger, targeting the object of her frustration but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel the same about herself now.

”Don’t.. worry. I’m coming… for you.” She states.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre couldn't take advantage of such a beautiful situation now that she was firmly holding her opponent's hands to prevent her from running away. Her opponent was surely aware that her fists were devastating, but what about Pearl's legs? She was going to know it very quickly because Ambre quickly chained 3 powerful knees on the belly of her opponent. Each knee strike was accompanied by an increasingly powerful sigh, showing that each blow she gave was more powerful than the last. However, she was unable to land a fourth strike as her opponent crumbled against the ring ropes quite quickly.

The Frenchwoman recovers straight and on guard, looking her opponent attentively in the eyes. Her gaze had changed slightly, she no longer only had her playful gaze as at the start of the match, her gaze was also that of someone who was trying to beat her opponent by any means. Ambre decided not to stand idly by seeing her opponent recover with difficulty, she approached her, still with her guard, and gave a powerful hook on her opponent's cheek. This blow could be enough but for Ambre it was not enough, she had promised her opponent to knock her out in turn so she was going to do everything to get there.
Her hook wasn't alone, it was accompanied by a punch aimed at the lower part of her opponent's body, specifically her liver. She hoped that punch to the liver might help, even if her hook got caught or jammed.

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With the last knee avoided by some miracle, Camilia’s core was burning with a pain she hadn’t feel on quite some time. She couldn’t help but glare, her temper was thin enough as it is, it seemed like only a trigger hair away before she explodes. Her footing was weak as she cradled her stomach, the Bull pulls herself up with the help of the rope, sure to keep an eye on the Pearl she had managed to beat so easily in round one was actually pushing her back into this vulnerable state. It was as impressive as much as it pissed her off, still Camilia finally had someone to knock heads with. Even if she couldn’t come back this round, she’ll tear Ambre apart in the next, this she promised herself.

Now on her feet, the Frenchwoman steps in to meet the Latina, their fist barreling towards her cheek, the Latina manages to fire her own. It was weaker then usual, having no room to wind up and build momentum, she fires it as they cross licks. Her cheek was flattened as her own dug into their core. Suddenly, without any warning, Camilia falls to her knees, cradling her stomach as her liver pulses a sickening wave throughout her body. She grits her teeth, curling up to absorb the pain but it wasn’t going away just like that. Her anger was rising, the loose lock on her cage was coming undone bit by bit.

It was only a matter of time now, if you had asked her would she ever let herself fly off the handle again, she’d say no but that was before thy fateful night. Camilia coughs in pain, as she pushes up with her right, cradling her stomach with her left. She wants to destroy the Pearl, even if it means earning boo’s from everyone else.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre was serious and upset, determined to give her opponent a bad round with just one goal, to knock her out. She started by throwing herself on the muscular woman for her a hook on the face. Her kick hit her opponent's cheek but her cheek also got hit by her opponent's fist. But the blow was much weaker than in the first round, she could continue with her blow to the liver.
Her last blow was very effective knocking the bull to her knees. This could have been enough for Ambre in normal times but the blow she had just received in addition to her objective prevented her from stopping there, she had to continue to fight because her objective had not yet been achieved. She walked towards her adversary and noticed her face more closed and angry than usual, she had to take advantage of her situation before spending a bad quarter of an hour.

"Grrrrrr... This time it's my round!"

She grabbed the young woman by the shoulders to help her up and carried her, turning her around, putting her head down. The bull was going to have a hard time if she didn't struggle because Ambre was in the perfect position to execute her finisher, the piledriver!

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Camilia was still down from the blow. Her body felt the effects of her bruised liver send waves of horrible sensations throughout her entire body. The Bull grits her teeth having had a cheap shot nailed her, but that’s what happens when you overestimate things, she supposed. She had every intention of pulling herself together and fighting back but Camilia found herself pulled up by her shoulders instead. She stumbles into the awaiting pair of thighs ready to snag her head as she got close. The Latina weakly paws at the pearls leg, making a sad bid for escape unaware of what was to come next.

It didn’t take long as she felt the canvas leave her feet, her body now dangling in the air, blood rushes to her head making her painfully aware of where she is. The wind rushes through her short pale blonde hair, the dome of her skull spikes into the mat sending another wave of sickening signals through her body. She couldn’t fight the sensations now overtaking her sense and as soon as Ambre would release her, Camilia’s body falls to the mat like a freshly cut log. Her gaze going dark, unable to hold on.

She was out and ripe for a KO point to Ambre.

[Bearhug Goddess]

After a fun start to the match, Ambre lost the first round by knockout after taking a number of powerbombs and punches to the face. It was a bit humiliating and Ambre found it insulting to lose consciousness in the middle of a match, especially against a woman as strong as Camilia who was super fun. When she woke up, she promised to knock out her opponent to make them equal, no matter the price to pay for such a feat.

But Ambre seemed to be getting there, despite her first round lost, the second round was largely led by the Frenchwoman who chained blows all as powerful as each other, not leaving a single second of respite to her opponent until to finally try to finish it by executing her finisher, the piledriver. She had lost a lot of stamina in this second round and to give herself the strength to use a little more energy, she screamed as she began to lift her opponent's body.

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARG!”

The Black Pearl performed her finisher and a dull noise was heard in the room. The mast shook at the impact and Ambre dropped her opponent panting, remaining seated. The bull woman's body fell to the side and the referee approached her to see her condition, confirming at the same second that she was KO.
Perfect, Ambre's honor was restored... She just had to rest while panting hard, recovering as much energy as possible while her opponent was asleep. She was sure that her opponent would get up for a third round, she felt it deep inside... And especially because she wanted a third round.

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It would takes moments before the Bull began to stir, her hands slipping underneath her heavy frame as she pushes upward; shaking the cobwebs from her brain. The gears slowly begin turning again as she starts to recall events, grunting as she slides her foot forward to push her up in her feet again. She stumbles backward before catching her balance, the world finally comin C back to her. ”She…knocked me out.” the realization as the events played back over and over in her head sparked her temper, the Bull couldn’t fight it. This feeling of weakness, it only drove her anger up remembering that night she felt a shred of it again only fueled her need to let off some steam.

The referee approaches her, reaching out to check on the Latina after coming to. Move.” She demands just as they were about to touch her, her left palm rests on their shoulder, harshly shoving them away to meet Ambre. The look on her face was anything but friendly, her ruby gaze was filled with nothing but contempt. Deep down she knew it was a match and that these things happen but she couldn’t help it. In her mind, the Pearl was an enemy, an enemy she was going to destroy with everything in her being.

Camilia wouldn’t even wait for the bell of the third round. Her boots dig into the mat as she launches herself forward, looking to catch the Pearl unaware and drive them back into the turnbuckle. The Latina would grunt in her attempt if she managed to catch the Frenchwoman, she’d push hard, knowing it’d be a battle to get there even if they were ready for her.