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

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre kept her grip firmly on her opponent, keeping her well in her arms to squeeze her and especially not to release. As the Latina continued to struggle to get out, the Frenchwoman lifted her opponent as high as possible before falling back, executing a powerful suplex that could surely knock a person out!

The Black Pearl sighed softly in pain as she stood up, everyone was speechless to see a suplex shake the ring ropes so much. Even a woman like Camilia, who was rather resistant, had difficulty getting up... and even if she got up, she seemed new. Under an air of fair play, the Frenchwoman let her averdaire get up before resuming the match and she smiled amusedly.

“I’m coming!”

The Black Pearl then threw herself forward accepting her opponent's challenge. She took a deep breath and raised her arms before going to meet the Latina to grab her hands. It was the third and final round of this match and although it was a submission match, both wrestlers were ready to win this match by another knockout. A little defiant smile appeared on the lips of the Frenchwoman who began to push her opponent backwards in a final test of strength, it was the moment to show which of the two was the strongest!

[ScoutLils]

The soft patter of their boots rumble against the canvas as the Pearl charges forward towards the Bull. Her sour expression hardened as she dug herself in, her hands raised as if she was going to meet them for a lock up. The opening seemed genuine and gave off the impression that Ambre could and probably should push Camilia back, but that was all a ploy. There was only a small window to take back the match and if she played her cards right, could take out the Pearl. As Ambre came in close, the Latina would swiftly step forward, her palm reaching inward to snag the Frenchwoman’s head between her forearms.

If she had managed to catch the Pearl off guard, she’d lean into the nab and drive them back, she’d push as fas as the middle of the ring if she had the advantage and would fiercely drive her bony knee into their soft gut had her plan paid off.

If she managed to score her strike, she’d fire another shot, softening their tough exterior. She could confirm the pain they were feeling as her own body fought her sense of pain to keep her going. The pain in her liver still had subsided and all this movement just seemed to make it worse, not to mention her now pounding headache. Her anger only seemed to heighten her focus on the Frenchwoman, loosening her grip ti let them fall if they couldn’t withstand her attempted knee strikes to their core. She’d perk their chin up to look at her if they did so, her fiery, Ruby gaze borring down in them as she leans in close so only she could hear. ”Go on… call me weak again. Isn’t this what you wanted?” She asked, drips of rage mix with her question as she squeezes their jaw, expecting her answer.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre threw herself at Camilla with her arms in the air ready to challenge her opponent with a new test of strength! But her desire for challenge was not shared by Camilla who took advantage of the French woman's fair play for the French woman quickly and efficiently.

“Oh?- Ugh!..”

The Black Pearl found herself confused and surprised when her hands did not grab her opponent's. Camilla had trapped her, grabbing the Frenchwoman's head between her forearms before draining the air from her lungs with a powerful knee to the stomach. It was painful, enough to make Ambre moan in pain who was now gritting her teeth because of all the blows she had suffered since the start of this match. Camilla was powerful, just like her, and even if she had just been had she had to show that it wouldn't be enough to defeat her.

"I've... Never called you weak!!"

It was the last round of this match, the most important round. Ambre quickly stood up despite the pain that ran through her abs, she clenched her fist with all her strength and leaned her body back before throwing her fists in the air, executing a powerful and formidable uppercut which aimed at the Latina's jaw.

[ScoutLils]

The Bull could see the toll this match had taken on the Pearl, her own body showed the wear and tear she’d endured herself. Her experience kicked in, it wouldn’t be long now before one of them fell for good, Camilia was adamant that it wouldn’t be her, not this time. Ambre was growing in pain as her venomous question dripped past her lips, their answer made her slightly recoil. Had she misunderstood? Was her anger blinding her even to the simple truth? She didn’t have long to make a reflection as bone managed to connect with her jaw. Camilia was sent backwards reeling from the devastating uppercut.

Her boots patter against the canvas as the blow sends her backpedaling; stumbling, her back hits the mat as her head spins. Ambre came back hard with her brain bouncing around in her think-dome. Causing the room to spin and the Latina to see stars, her jaw aches as she rolls to her side, attempting to roll onto her stomach to push up.

”Hijo de un…”

She softly cursed under her breath. She was back to square one, a precarious position to be in for sure when you’re opponent was just as big, just as strong. Her head was still spinning as she slowly pushed up, her mind now calmed as she attempts to regain control over her swirling thoughts. The Latina curses under her breath, finding it difficult to give herself a foothold. Camilia was getting worried, she was a sitting duck unless Ambre was still recovering from her knee strikes. She couldn’t turn to look, only hope and pray, she manages to get into her hands and knees before it’s too late.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre knew that this round was important and that every blow could be decisive. Camilia was strong, enough to take the blows and to break down a wall of defense like Ambre who was known to be powerful and very resistant to blows. The tension rose after every second and every blow sent and after a few seconds of intense exchange, it was the French who managed to regain the advantage by putting her opponent on her knees after having executed a powerful uppercut.

The Black Pearl took advantage of this moment without a fight, where Camilia was completely defenseless and could not attack her to be able to breathe a little and calm down. She did not hate her opponent but she could feel something strange between her and the Latina, as if a cold had just been created between the two... It was strangely something that displeased the French who wanted to destroy this cold and for that, nothing better than to show how respectful she was even in this kind of moment.

"Hey..."

She grabbed Camilia by the hair to force her up using her left arm and clenched her right fist, preparing to hit the Latina again with one of her punches. She wasn't looking for the KO to win this third round but they were both in a ring and had to behave like wrestlers, pity should not exist. She sighed one last time before finishing her sentence and throwing her fist on her opponent's cheek to weaken her once again.

"... You're strong..!

[ScoutLils]

Camilia slowly pushed up on her hands and knees, shaking her head to rid herself of the spinning stars that swirled around her. Damn, no matter how many times Ambre came out her, she always hit hard. Not that the Latina couldn’t give as good as she got but still, this was a different kind of feeling. Maybe deep down, this was Ambre’s way of showing she respects her? The thought seemed to calm her down ever so slightly. Just as she was ready to push up again and get to her feet she felt their hand run through her short mane. The fierce sting sent a sharp reaction through her body. Her number one rule had been broken.

Just as their fist came barreling towards the Latina, her left hand shoots outward, slapping the oncoming attack away. In that moment, she’d step inward, her right hand shooting upward as of from nowhere in an attempt to deliever a harsh uppercut if she managed to catch the Frenchwoman by surprise.

If she had managed to make a direct hit, she’d huff softly as her anger had simmered completely. She could think after hearing those two words: ”You’re strong.” For a moment it hits her, she let her anger get the better of her for the wrong reason. She could only curse herself, she still had a long way to go. She’d eye her opponent, she no longer looked at them with hate or disdain, Camilia could only feel slivers of respect for them.

”So…are you.” The Latina replies quietly. With a clear mind, she’d attempt to capitalize on her new found advantage, if she had knocked the Pearl down, her caramel hands would find their arm to pull them to their feet. She still had a match to win but she could do it the right way, the respectful way.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Ambre threw her fist forward, ready to finish this match with a hook and maybe a submission hold if that wasn't enough. What was originally a best of 3 submission ended up being a best of 3 KO and although Ambre and Camilia were tied, the Frenchwoman knew from her experience that a KO was more likely to come after a KO!

She threw her fist in the air but didn't hit any target. The Black Pearl found herself confused and surprised and before she could even put her arm back at her hip she met the gaze of her opponent in front of her who was ready to attack her. It was already too late to react and Ambre took Camilia's powerful uppercut on the jaw, throwing her head back and losing her balance after taking a step back.

"UGHH!..."

The Frenchwoman was completely stunned and didn't know where to give it her head. She looked around with a blank stare, lost in not knowing what was happening or even what had just happened to her. She tried to get up anyway, by reflex, but the blow she had just taken paralyzed her legs. She was completely defenseless against a lioness.

[ScoutLils]

Her fist shoots upward as her uppercut connected with the Frenchwoman’s chin. Her stance was solid as she threw her aching weight into the move, her body slowly losing momentum as the pain from her earlier fall was going to take her down soon. The Latina realized that taking anymore time with Ambre could lead to her collapse from fatigue. She’d make her mistake tonight right, somehow, someway but that could wake. Camilia was ready to put the Pearl away for good.

With her rival stunned, this was the perfect oppurtunity to close out the third round. Camilia doesn’t allow Ambre to get far as she reaches out to snag the Frenchwoman before she could fall over, she felt she had to be quick, it may not be long before the Pearl comes to her senses.

Taking hold of their arm, she’d pull them back towards her, tossing their limb over her neck as she attempts to apply a headlock. She grunts with effort, as she bends her knees, bouncing with the momentum of the canvas to haul the Frenchwoman up into a vertical suplex position. Any fan would see this as some basic suplex but Camilia had other plans. A finisher she had been holding onto for such an occasion had come, Albre would see or at least know the Bull had to pull this one from deep within her bag of tricks to put the Pearl away. Her hand firm plants itself against her stomach to keep her steady as she slowly turns them 180 degrees to nestle into her bust.

Her body was aching again, signaling another wave of pain to course their her frame. She grits her teeth, knowing full well of her rival stirred, if she managed to get free, it would be all over. Camilia would have nothing left if this failed wether her rival knew it or not. With a primal cry, the Bull would kick her legs out from underneath herself to spike the Pearl as if to shatter them in a ring shaking screwdriver piledriver she dubbed: Xolotl.

[Bearhug Goddess]

Recent events have been rather unlucky for the Black Pearl. In addition to having missed her shot, Ambre took a powerful counter that almost knocked her out for long seconds, long seconds that Camilia was able to take advantage of to lift the Frenchwoman. Ambre woke up high enough for her feet to leave the ground, but she hadn't noticed it yet, all she could feel now was a pain in her head and powerful hands pressing her body.

She looked around slightly and finally noticed that she was being carried by Camilia, which made her panic slightly. She was so tired and weak right now... How could Camilia be in better shape than her? This made the Frenchwoman groan slightly in pain and she tried to struggle but it was already too late, the Latina had taken a big lead and the Black Pearl was not in the best shape, she could not avoid or even delay the inevitable. All she could do was prepare herself, prepare her body to endure a powerful shock that would not make her indifferent. She had to resist this blow at all costs if she wanted to win this match!

"Ahhh..!"

SBAMM

Camilia did not hold back her strength and executed a powerful piledriver that made the ropes of the ring tremble. The impact was so powerful that it left the audience silent for several seconds before they started making noise again, cheering the Latina for this magnificent display of strength. But while the audience was louder than ever, one person remained silent and motionless. Not a sound came out of her mouth during the impact, not a moan, not a groan, not a grunt, not even a sigh. Ambre was completely stunned, the shock on her head had just completely knocked her out.

[ScoutLils]

The Black Pearl had taken a lot out of the Bull, she could only thank their misstep and her rule for her hair for the adrenaline boos. She could feel her tank running on empty as she held the Frenchwoman high over head. The Bull’s body is begging her for reprieve and she willingly relents as she screams with a primal fury to shatter the Pearl in an act of kindness for their respect. Her legs give out from underneath her as she drives their head into the mat with a thunderous boom. The ding shakes from their combined impact and the crowd erupts with excitement as the two of them meet the canvas.

Camilia pants harshly as sweat drips down her exhausted body, her tanned skin glistening with beads as she looks up towards the overhead lights. The pain from begins to surge again causing even more discomfort, forget hooking a leg she’s not moving for the world.

Her body instead would teeter forward collapsing on top of the Frenchwoman, her abs crushing their unconscious face as she reaches out to grab hold of their attire to keep a hold on them. She can’t risk them kicking out, knowing full well it would be over for her if Ambre showed even the faintest amount of life. She could only beg them to stay down as the referee slid beside them to begin the count.

”ONE!”

Camilia’s fingers dig deeper into the fabric, she bunches up what she can of Ambre’s attire, panting heavily not even bothering to mark the counts as they pass. If she had one complaint however, it would be how long it seems to take just to reach one.she felt like the hand raising to make the second count was taking literal hours just to reach the mat again. The Bull felt anxious as she awaits either her victory or perhaps her defeat.