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

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre's uppercut connected perfectly to her opponent's jaw, she could see that this blow was effective enough to push her opponent back and force her to know the state of her jaw and her head.
The public shouted the names of the two women who started this match in a special way, usually this kind of match starts with a test of strength. But this way of fighting amused Ambre a lot, despite the fact that her stomach ached with every move she made.
The French did not expect such a proposal from her opponent, she already imagined hitting her on the stomach so why stop hitting herself?
She intended to answer the woman in front of her but this one did not listen to her, rushing towards Ambre to take her by surprise. Ambre obviously clenched her teeth and raised her arms at the last moment to wrap her fingers around her opponent's fingers. As it had taken longer, she took a step back grunting but she didn't back down anymore, now seeking to push her opponent back by leaning her body forward and using the strength of her arms and legs to get her goal.

"Gnnnnh... I was enjoying hitting you...!"

[ScoutLils]

Camilia managed to catch Ambre by surprise with her charge, taking a few steps of their territory with palms and fingers interlocked together. The Bull grins as she feels the Frenchwoman flex and begin to push back, resisting her momentum and she relents a bit, giving them back a couple steps back before she began to put on the pressure again. La Toro Blanca leaned in with all her might looking to grab her momentum again and push back. ”I bet you did, but that’s gonna pale in comparison to what I’m thinkin’.” Camilia replies to the critiquing whine from Ambre but she could understand their dissapointmeng in putting a halt to a perfectly good brawl. Instead the Bull would play it smart, during her last few months of training she’s gotten used to moving with her large body, now was good a time as any to put it to t her test.

Bit by bit, Camilia started to loosen her grip, the strength she applied to the test was becoming less as she losses ground but it’s on purpose. If Ambre doesn’t suspect the ex-luchadora, the Latina’s grip would suddenly give and in that moment, she’d spring her trap. With a hopefully stumbling Frenchwoman in her midst. Camilia would rip her grip from Ambre, instead, pivoting her right foot to follow into a sidestep right behind her hulking rival.

Her momentum lead her to this, a wide open oppurtunity if by happenstance Camilia found herself right where she needed to be her tan arms would snap around Albee’s frame. She’d squeeze the Frenchwoman tightly conforming to herself if no one else that she in fact did or did not have her foe. Granted Ambre was cooperative, with a bend and pump of the Latinas knees, La Toro Blanca would attempt to throw the Pearl with a Suplex over her shoulders.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre was in trouble and gritted her teeth trying to push her opponent back so as not to back down. She had enormous difficulty at the beginning but little by little, the Frenchwoman gained ground by putting a little more force into it over time. She expected to win this kind of exchange since she was just as strong as her opponent but her opponent didn't seem to be in trouble compared to her.
After several seconds, Ambre ends up falling into her opponent's trap, finding herself stuck against her and blocking in her arms. Ambre then begins to groan as she continues to struggle, this time trying to pull her opponent's arms away from her.

"Get...Off!!..."

It didn't work, she was completely taken in by her opponent. She expected to take a beaurhug or to continue to be squeezed ever harder but this was not the case, her opponent showed her power in front of everyone by carrying Ambre high enough as if she were a light weight before knocking her to the floor with a suplex, slamming Ambre's back against the ring mat.

"GWAH!"

Ambre let out a sigh of pain before rolling back to walk away and get up, holding on to the ropes. Her back had just taken a powerful blow and she now had to buy time to recover a bit, in her current state she couldn't face her opponent head-on. She needed to think about her next counterattack to reverse the situation.

[ScoutLils]

Her arms snap around the woman’s frame like an iron ball and chain. She sneers at her catch and as Ambre begins to struggle, Camilia would flex her muscles, her biceps tense, constricting the woman tighter in her hold. Their demand was met with a short chuckle from the Latina. ”Are you sure, chica? Well, since you’re so demanding, you got it.” She taunted, bending her knees in response to sling shot the Frenchwoman up and over to meet the mat with her back.

Everything fell right into place to Camilia’s surprise. Sure Ambre struggled a bit but her grip on the Frenchwoman was so secure she managed to land the suplex anyway, a perfect ten in her book. Landing first, La Toro Blanca was quick to roll to her stomach before pushing up on her hands and knees, just in time to see her work pat off. The thud that followed as their body crashed into the mat was an assuring sound to the Latina. This was exactly what she needed, Camilia could feel her old self coming back. It seemed to knock the wind right out of the Pearls sails, an oppurtunity the Bull wouldn’t waste.

Just as Ambre was pulling herself up by the ropes, Camilia’s fingertips reached out to hook around the Pearl’s arm, attempting to tug her away from safety and into her awaiting clutches. She was going to take the lead even if she had to beat the life out of Ambre to prove that point, although maybe she wouldn’t have to this time…?

If the Pearl was still malleable for the Bull’s liking, she’d tug the aching woman under her arm. With a simple toss of their opposite arm over her beck, Camilia would snake her fingers along the material of Amber’s waist, attempting to hook their attire to assist them in what would come next. Granted she was able to work the hopefully dazed Frenchwoman to this point, she’d bend her knees again , using the bouancey of the canvas to deadlift the muscular up into the arm for an attempt at a delayed vertical suplex.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre stood at the ropes and got up slowly, catching her breath slightly after taking a powerful blow from her opponent. Her opponent did not seem to want to leave the slightest respite to the French, taking her by the arm to move her away from the ropes. Obviously, Ambre growled slightly to show her displeasure, her opponent was so serious and focused on beating her that she didn't even try to provoke her or curry favor with her.

Ambre felt her opponent get behind her to prepare her next move, Ambre could from experience understand that what was happening to her was going to be dangerous. She then elbowed back to hit her opponent and make her give up her grip, however Ambre was too weak and her blows weren't going to make much difference.
The Latina then took the opportunity to carry Ambre in the air. Being carried so quickly and so high instantly woke up the Frenchwoman who had never been carried that way. She was staring at the ground with big surprised eyes, maybe even with a little fear. The next second, Ambre's body hit the ground, let her escape a powerful cry of pain and stay on the ground, not finding the strength to get up after such a fall. She was panting hard and fast, trying to recover her strength as quickly as possible to get back up and not let her opponent win the first point in this best-of.

[ScoutLils]

La Toro Blanca was relentless, this was the kind of business where showing mercy can be the end. Was she being a bit too aggressive? Maybe, but Camilia vowed to never let herself be that vulnerable again, her injured eye a testament to that. The growl that pierced the pearls lips caught Camilia by surprise but she only grins as her grip tightens on their arm. Leading them to the next precarious act as they set the Pearl up, taking complete advantage of their stunned state.

”Hyragh!” A rough grunt erupts from the bulls lips as she uses her leverage on the Frenchwoman’s bodysuit and the canvas to deadlift her upward. Camilia goes stagnant with her maneuver, purposefully taking her time with it as if to show off her strength. She supposed a little showboating now and again couldn’t hurt and damn if it didn’t boost her ego a bit. Finally giving in to the force that be, gravity takes the heavy set pair, crashing them into the canvas with a thunderous thud. A cry erupts from Amber’s lips, signifying Camilia was doing the darn thing right. The Latina could sympathize with that aching wail, she’d been on the receiving end of it too and no matter how much you endure, it always hurts.

Sitting up, she turned to peek over her shoulder, her rival panting, struggling to recover as she took not one but two blows with the Latinas power. The Bull smirks, she couldn’t stop now, she still had to earn two points and before she could even worry about two she had to get one first. Bouncing up to her feet, Camilia comes up with an idea, a devious idea, but one non the less the could give her that desired edge she so craves.

Stepping over to a hopefully dazed Ambre, she’d allow the Frenchwoman to push herself up first. The Latina was being somewhat fair but she wouldn’t let that go for very long. Granted she was quick on the draw, if the Pearl had pushed up on their hands and knees, like a spider catching prey, she’d lower herself down to scoop up her waistline. From here, she’d haul the woman up between her thighs, squeezing their head tightly as she reaffirms her grip around their midsection. The Latina realizes she has to be quick, snapping Ambre upward, she’d drape their legs over her shoulders in an attempt to powerbomb the Pearl and flatten them to the canvas. If she managed to score her first attack, Camilia would snag both the woman’s wrists in an attempt to powerbomb the poor Ambre again.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre was panting painfully after all the blows she had just received, her opponent completely dominated her and it showed. Strangely, that didn't discourage the Frenchwoman who was beginning to come to her senses, her opponent was strong and if she was currently in the ring facing her, it's because she was too! The proof itself, she had been able to hurt her opponent with her fists and was still awake after her many takes.

"Heh..."

A small laugh escaped from the mouth of the Pearl who was now trying to get up, she wanted to show what she was capable of because her fans were waiting for her response and how she was going to respond after all the blows received. But her opponent was already standing and helped Ambre to get up. This did not bode well for the pearl.
The Latina rushed to get into position and take Ambre by the basin, Ambre was half awake but she knew what was going to wait for her, she had to escape as soon as possible. She let her arm gain momentum to punch her opponent but the French was already in the air, it was too late.

"GRAAARGH!!"

A harsh sigh of pain is heard as Ambre's back slams on the floor, leaving a long silence after a loud bang. Ambre was in vain to take the blows of her opponent, her body had a limit to pain and she gradually began to be crossed which began to be embarrassed. She looked at her opponent with one eye closed and gritted her teeth before suffering a second powerbomb. A small sigh is heard from the French after this second powerbomb, it caught the attention of the referee who looked at the state of Ambre and noticed that she had her eyes closed. He then began to count and after long seconds, he designated Camilia winner of this first round and announced that Ambre was knocked out. We now had to wait for her to wake up to resume the match.

[ScoutLils]

She hugged the Pearl as if it were some vicious catch, struggling for freedom. Her grip was tight, Camilia didn’t want Ambre going anywhere. The Bull was lucky, the gravity had caught Ambre with her momentum. It was a flicker but her crimson orb caught sight of their reared fist. A lot of good that did them in the end. Camilia slammed the Frenchwoman’s spine into the canvas with a vicious indifference. The ring shakes with the impact but the Latina is far from done, her tendrils reach out sliding from their waist to snag their wrists. The first powerbomb knocked some fight out of the Pearl, she could see that much but, she would need to completely knock out any reserves to fight back. With a short grunt, she lifts them again, bringing them up to their doom once again, only to flatten them against the canvas as the ring shook from the second impact.

With her plan set in motion, Camilia would stay in her standing position, catching the crook of the Frenchwoman’s legs, she’d fold them in half, her gaze peering down trying to find any fight. Despite being partially blinded, it was difficult to tell with her rivals eyes closed. The referee didn’t see to matter as they slid in to deliever the count.

ONE!

TWO!

With her sturdy weight applied she didn’t think she’d make it to three so easily, not to someone who made her fall back from a decisive uppercut. Still, she felt nothing as she leaned into the pin, pushing the woman’s legs just a bit further down to get a better look.

THREE!

”Wha-? Huh!?” Camilia was confused as the referee stepped in to force the Latina back. Inspecting the downed Ambre and confirming the knockout. The Bull was surprised to say the least, she looks over the ref, getting a sneak inspection of her own. ”I thought we were having fun. You can’t go passing out on me already., chica” She states, only for the ref to quickly turn and demand she return to the corner, which she does reluctantly. La Toro Blanca might be out for blood but she wouldn’t take advantage of the situation. Guess she’ll have to wait for them to wake up.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Obviously, Ambre lost the first round by falling KO so quickly. However, the match was a best of falls, not a best of KO, so the referee was quite embarrassed by the situation, wondering if it was better to stop this match and declare the Latina the winner directly.
About ten seconds after having finished counting the pinfall, Ambre opened her eyes and sat up quickly before looking around her. The referee was once again surprised and approached Ambre to explain the situation to her, telling her that she passed out and that her opponent was able to win the first point of this match. He also added that if she felt too bad, she could give up this match but it annoyed Ambre slightly who got up to put her feet.
The Frenchwoman had a little trouble staying upright, but the more time passed, the more her condition improved. She looked her adversary in the eyes, with a serious air and clenching her fist, one could believe that she was angry with her adversary but her next words could put doubt.

"Mhhh... Excuse me for that... I think my head was shaken too much and knocked me out, I shouldn't have neglected the training to strengthen my neck..."

The referee landed between the two women and announced a one-minute break to prevent the pearl from falling again KO, the match should not end in the hospital. Ambre clenched her fist as hard as ever, she wasn't mad at her opponent but at herself. She didn't expect to give such a miserable performance while her opponent gave it her all, she was ashamed to have knocked out so quickly.
She looked at the woman in front of her with a small smile not to show that she was sad about her performance but wanted to take advantage of this minute to chat a little with her opponent, it's not all day that she had the chance to meet such a strong woman!

"You were perfect Miss Latina, it will be up to me to knock you out in the next round!"

[ScoutLils]

Her body went slack against the ropes, she supposed she wouldn’t complain about a bit of a break. Her jaw was certainly happy for it as now being soothed by the Latina. She was still very much surprised to manage to knock out her opponent this early into the match. Camilia supposed that after her training she’d have more muscle power then she had gotten used to. In hindsight, this was her test drive, and to be quite honest, she felt it was going great. Ambre began to stir, which caught the Bull’s attention. She bounced off the ropes back to her feet and slowly began to close the distance between ready to go again. The referee stood between the two again, checking the Frenchwoman as she stood in her own two feet, even going so far as to excuse herself for her earlier blunder.

Camilia was a bit taken aback, should she brush it off and go about the match? Maybe but she’s not here to make enemies, not unless they’re asking for it. ”S-s’all good…I think? I mean, we’re both here to win. [Im not planning on holding back.]” She replies slipping into Spanish as she rounds her shoulder, unlocking the joint as the official declared a minute break before the next round. La Toro Blanca sunk back to her corner; waiting things out while Ambre recovers, she supposed in the heat of the moment she went for moves that would rattle their brain.

Ambre speaks up, catching the Latina off guard with the hard label of “perfect”. Camilia scratches her cheek, a bit embarrassed with it, never once thinking she was anywhere close to the word. ”I’m not sure about perfect but I managed.” She replies, sneering at their declaration to knock her out next. ”Sure, go for it, but when you end right back where you started don’t get upset.” La Toro Blanca adds, she could use this kind of energy, her old wounds began to ache with anticipation.

It was nice having a match without her temper flaring and throwing her blindly into viciously attacking anything in her way. She has to wonder how long that’ll last, she feels calm and collected but it wouldn’t take much to make her snap, not anymore.