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

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre had succeeded in achieving her goal, knocking out her opponent. Her image was restored, she had wasted a lot of energy to achieve her goals but it was worth it because the spectators were starting to accept the fact that the Frenchwoman was a very strong wrestler, especially after having knocked out such a strong woman and resistant like Camilia.

She took advantage of her opponent's sleep to rest by holding herself against the ropes, this 3rd round was going to be tough. The Latina stood up rather quickly and rather than resting for a minute as advised by the referee after a knockout, she decided to throw herself at the Frenchwoman.

"Oh ?"

Ambre had recovered her energy well and was ready for a new round. She did not refuse the audacity of her adversary who dared to advance towards her without having properly recovered. While Camilia tried to push the Black Pearl backwards, Ambre decided to lock herself in a lock-up so as not to move backwards and to be able to speak to her opponent.

"Hey, it's not that I don't like you but you should take this minute off, I don't want to win any easier than I should~"

[ScoutLils]

The Bull saw red as she approached Ambre, pushing the concerned referee away, she couldn’t see anything but the target of her anger. Nothing the ref said made it to Camilia, nothing could sway her now and as the two met, she applied a bit of pressure to make her stance clear. Her muscles tensing as she presses her entire body against the Frenchwoman. Her go to now was comepletly overtaking them with brute force. She hated fighting like this but even she knew she couldn’t outright stop herself in the heat of the moment. The moment the Black Pearl spoke, The Bull could feel herself losing it.

”What the hell did you just say? You think you can beat me!? You think I’m not a challenge?” Those words echoed through her head, reverberating as that fateful night played back on repeat. With a shout of pure rage, Camilia steps inward, she could care less how much she strained herself, the only thing in her mind was shattering the Pearl and showing her what happens to those who provoke: La Tora Blanca.

The Latina would attempt to sharply twist the lockup, if she managed to drag Ambre in her desired direction, she’d slip her right arm up further along their neck, to snap them into a headlock, aiming to grind their skull between her bicep and ribs. She was going to make them regret stepping into ring with her, everything that was coming was their fault. They had it coming.

If Camilia still held her captive, She’d grin with vicious malcontent, her furrowed brows only darkening her look as looks over them. ”You should be happy, you’re about to be broken by La Toro Blanca herself.” She announces with venom.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre normally had enough strength to stop anyone with her arms, it was no secret. But the fatigue from the last round was still felt, she had exhausted a lot of strength and energy to hit and tackle her opponent until she was knocked out and her fatigue could be felt during this lock-up.

Unlike her opponent who exploded with rage and energy, Ambre seemed to absorb this explosion of energy and tried as best she could to contain it. Even if the break imposed by the referee should have helped the Latina, it seemed more to help Ambre who had a great lack of endurance. Now locked in a lock-up, Ambre could only try to push her opponent away and try to reason with her, for their own good.

But it didn't seem to be working, even worse, Camilia seemed to be even more upset than before. She even managed to trap the Frenchwoman's head in a powerful headlock, at the same time beating Ambre in this lock-up because she decided to let her arms drop.

“Putain... You're not making things easier!..”

No choice, Ambre had to fight and redouble her efforts. She couldn't do much in her position but anything would help, so she took a deep breath before blocking her breath and using her two fists that she had dropped to punch her opponent's stomach. She didn't know from experience that you had to be careful to escape from a headlock, these belly punches would help her tire out her opponent and force her to let her go rather than wasting the little energy she had by standing on freeing herself

[ScoutLils]

Although she came back to life with her second wind, it wouldn’t be long before she was done, exhausted. She didn’t expect the night to turn sour so quickly with her temper flaring but in hindsight it should’ve been expected. Camilia can’t seem to find her place on either side of the fence. It felt good to let herself go again but at the same time, being this brutal, like her old self, was that who she really wanted to be? No, she couldn’t get distracted, she could think about it later, for now her concerns only point to Ambre as they continued to speak, complaining about her not making things easy. With her malcontent smile she only replies: ”Its not supposed to be.”

Snapping the Frenchwoman into a side headlock, she’d flex her bicep and tricep to squeeze the Black Pearl in her grasp. Her anger was at its peak, as they grind against a rock and a head place, a sharp pain comes from her stomach. The Latina chokes before she realizes that Ambre was the culprit, hammering her stomach in an attempt to get away. Her core was beginning to ache as she felt the pain again. The Bull wasn’t keen on being worn down like this, it would only be a matter of time before she was overwhelmed again and that was not going to happen. She wouldn’t let it! Her grip around the woman’s neck became loose as Camilia had to work around the pummeling.

In her fit of anger, the Bull would use the loose grip as she steps outward, perhaps giving her the false sense of freedom before her chin was caught again by the Latina. A plan had formed, one that could give her the reigns back for this match. She wouldn’t allow the Frenchwoman another strike to her stomach. With a hardy wrench, Camilia would uproot her back foot keeping her balance and used the momentum to careen the Pearl over her knee and to possibly slam their entire frame into the mat with the headlock still locked up tight.

If she were successful with her maneuver, she’d press the soles of her boots to the canvas, lifting herself up off the canvas and wrenching the woman’s head back with vigor for a potential STF!

[Bearhug Goddess]

The third and final round had barely begun and Camilla's increasing aggression surprised Ambre. The Black Pearl could feel the full force of her opponent crushing her face, it was painful but not enough to stop her from reacting and fighting back. To show her displeasure, Ambre hit her opponent's stomach with powerful punches, seeking to inflict some damage to weaken her or even release her.

It seemed effective, she found herself free for just a second before Camilla returned to the attack, using an even more powerful headlock than the previous one and pinning the Frenchwoman to the ground. Things got complicated and Ambre couldn't do much in this position so Camilla continued by turning the Black Pearl over and locking her in a powerful STF.

“Arghhhh!..”

The Black Pearl was in an even more complicated situation than before, she tried to free herself from the hold she was under by pushing her opponent's arms and waddling from left to right to land on her back but nothing worked, Camilla's take was just perfect. But the match could not end so quickly, Ambre could not afford to lose especially after such a good comeback thanks to the second round.

Fortunately luck was on her side, Camilla had rushed headlong into the Frenchwoman who was still in her corner of the ring and she had not thought of bringing her back to the center of the ring. Ambre therefore only had to raise her arm and grab a rope close enough to her to force the referee to intervene, avoiding further damage by freeing herself thanks to the rope break.

[ScoutLils]

With the pair going to the mat in a thunderous crash, the Bull’s boots stomp and dig into the canvas as she locks in her STF. Camilia throws her head back with the intensity of the yank practically throwing away her sense of self as she let her mind be consumed by her anger. So narrow minded in fact that the Bull didn’t realize where exactly she had taken down the Pearl, had Camilia focused instead of letting her… ᶦⁿˢᵉᶜᵘʳᶦᵗʸ get the better of her. In the very far corner in her head, she could hear a voice telling her to calm down, that she took it the wrong way but it’s immediatly silenced by rage, fueling her fight.

The referee is suddenly upon her, telling her to break the hold, ar first, the Latina was confused until her Ruby gaze met Ambre grabbing the rope, freeing themselves from her STF. She grits her teeth, furrowing her brow. In her mission to shatter the Pearl, she had miscalculated or more accurately, rushed in blindly.

”Tch, you got lucky…won’t happen again though.” She warned, her gaze shifting to a glare. Releasing Ambre with a huff, she’d roll back to give her and the Frenchwoman some space, her body lowering into stance in instinct, the small voice in her head making another attempt to calm her down to at least a simmer. Camilia shakes it away again, hiding it away in its corner again while she tries to come up with a plan to deal with the Frenchwoman. Now that they were free, she had to be careful, the last thing she wanted was to go down again from those punches. Her liver still pulsated with pain, sending a wicked chill through her body. She wasn’t going to let that slide, the idea of giving them a taste of their own medicine appeased the Bull’s rage.

Her ruby gaze fixates on the Pearl, a grin stretching ear to ear as it comes together. Guided by her sheer aggression, Camilia would step forward, her fist low but clenched tightly. Going off the initial push from the mat, the Latina would close the distance between them, attempting to uppercut the perhaps unsuspecting rival with a shot directly into their liver: “An eye for an eye as they say.”

[Bearhug Goddess]

Even though the match was supposed to be a best of 3 falls, it quickly turned into a best of knockout and that didn't bother the two wrestlers in any way who seemed pretty confident about this sort of thing. Now that the Frenchwoman's revenge was over, it was the Latina's turn to take revenge on Ambre and despite her haste which ended with a rope break, this had put Ambre in a rather delicate position from the start of this third and last round. Obviously, she didn't let the Black Pearl stand up as if nothing had happened. She released Ambre and then returned her blow, her famous liver punch which made the French woman sigh in pain who was not at all prepared and protected for this blow.

“KAARGHH!..”

It was painful. La Tora Blanca's strength was already incredible, but knowing how to copy this move on the first try was just as incredible. The French girl grunted slightly and her knees buckled slightly, her whole body screamed in pain but she remained standing. She took a deep breath of air, gritted her teeth even harder to stand up straight and pretend the blow had not impacted her. Ambre had already been targeted in this place, several times in fact, and she had a lot of training to take this blow. Her training finally paid off today.

“Arghh ! Watch out!”

Ambre clenched her fists and raised her arm, bending it against her before unfolding it and throwing it forward so that her forearm pressed against her opponent's chest. Her chop was powerful, enough to make some heavyweights flutter but that wasn't the goal this time. She wasn't going to settle for a simple strike, she knew that her opponent would be able to take it and pull herself together, what mattered most was what would follow. She didn't wait long, just after giving her chop the Black Pearl rushed to find herself behind her opponent, wrapping both of her arms around Camilia's waist, taking care to enclose her opponent's arms then squeezing her tightly with all her strength with a Reverse Bearhug.

[ScoutLils]

Score! That looked like it hurt too. Camilia felt a hint of satisfaction from her uppercut digging into their tender liver, it was payback after all, and served on a silver platter. Ambre’s knees began to shake and buckle under their weight from the damage, progress but this alone wouldn’t be the deciding factor, Camilia couldn’t allow it. ”Wow, not gonna go down after that? Guess I’ll need to slice it up a bit.” It only took seconds for the Frenchwoman to find her center and stand tall, primed for another taste.

A explosive sting crossed her chest, in the instant she was prepared to press them, the Pearl managed to fire off a harsh chop to her chest. The sting began to swell, pulsing in pain as she covered her aching bussom. ”D-dammit! [You’re asking for it now!] She roars, slipping into her Spanish dialect in anger, still, Ambre was quick on her feet even after talking such a blow. I’m an instant, Camilia felt those strong arms lock her in a Vice from behind; having been locked into a reverse Bearhug.

The Latina writhes as her chest screams in pain. Air slowly begins to vanish as Ambre squeezes t he life out of her, in her desperation, she begins to thrash, attempting to force their grip to loosen. With her waist in ther clutches and her arms tucked tight, her thrashing is limited to her feet and head. Even if that doesn’t work, she aims to fire off a shot for her freedom, pain slowly taking over her body as her life is drained little by little.

The voice in the back of her head finally sees an oppurtunity to chime in as she panicked, pushing for another bid to calm her down and think.

[Bearhug Goddess]

The two wrestlers had already faced each other several times in this match with their fists and even if they were powerful and resistant, each of them had a limit which was less and less tolerable after each second of this match... But especially after They each suffered a knockout! Exchanging blows would perhaps have taken the Black Pearl to victory but also to defeat, it was necessary to secure its victory and for that, nothing better than a simple body lock for that!

She then used a reverse bearhug to weaken the Latina as much as possible for the next few seconds and it seemed effective, enough for her opponent to start struggling using only her head and legs because her arms were impossible to move because of the arms of the Black Pearl. The Frenchwoman continued to press her opponent against her, squeezing her tighter and tighter and even lifting her despite her small size to make her hold even more painful...

“Nghh..”

But her opponent's movements were still annoying and Ambre had almost accepted the fact of releasing her opponent and changing her grip... But she thought for a few seconds before concluding that she could change her grip without releasing her opponent. She continued to hug the Latina in her arms before throwing herself back, taking Camilia with her to pin her to the ground with a powerful German Suplex that vibrated the mat and the ropes before finally releasing her opponent and standing up on her knees.

"Is that all you have...Lady Tora Blanca~"

[ScoutLils]

Through her might and sheer effort, Camilia wasn’t able to break free of her confines. It was like the arms keeping her in line were made of steel, she kicks wildly attempting another bid for freedom as her temper simmers but that only increases her desperation and panic. It wouldn’t take long for Ambre to find another solution to a kicking bull. Without warning, the Bull’s boots meet the mat for only a split second before she’s snapped backward in a vicious German suplex. Her body had no time to grace itself for impact and as she met the canvas with a thundering rattle, her brain bounced in her skull as she was released, falling face first into the mat. She earned her freedom but at a hefty cost.

She laid there for a moment groaning in pain as the little devil on her shoulder crawled up to sit. ”What’re you doing; getting beaten up like this?” It asked, cruelly pushing her back towards her anger as the Frenchwoman’s words rang in her head. ”Ya hear that? She’s calling you weak. Weak little bull, weak littl girl~. Weak, weak, WEAK!” her eyes snap open as she slowly shifts her hands underneath her frame, her knees slipping under to push her upwards. Her expression hardened as she bites her tongue, silencing her groans as she faced the Pearl with rage in her gaze. The devil on her shoulder had done its job and all Camilia could see was red. Her head pounds from the suplex but she can’t let that stop her, her adrenaline kicks in attempting to focus her sights solely on the obstacle in front of her.

”You’re really…pissing me off.” she declares, her tone hiding no ill intent, as her feet stand shoulder width apart to keep her standing. ”Why dontcha c’mere and find out [bitch].” Her arms raise, digits beckoning her forward as if to challenge the Frenchwoman all they had to do now, was take the bait.