Clipping The Wings of A Raven

Her anger and rage began to claw at her psyche, she wanted to tear this pretentious woman down a peg, maybe more. She wanted to blame it all on Anja, she wanted to think that she was blindsided by a possible ally that stabbed her in the back for two babes. The more she thought the angrier she became, swallowing herself up in that deep abyss.

Camilia has nothing left to say, she didn’t even acknowledge the rules, besides a slight nod. Her body reacted first, setting herself up into a familiar position. Fists raised as she lightly bounced, shifting her feet back and forth as she prepared herself.

She awaited the supposed bell, the thing that would make her anger go away by beating the life out of this blonde. In truth, she was taking her own stupidity out on the person who fooled her. The Latina hated this feeling but it’s what got her through this far. What could it possibly hurt now?

Contrary to her opponent Anja took her time, stretching and yawning in the process. For once because she knew that it would make Camilla very angry, and angry people were bound to make mistakes. Then also because she had indeed just begun to train and was not warmed up. And why risk an injury over something like this.

Finally she sighed and then finished her little workout, knocking the bones of her shoulders for a final time before she went into a grappling position on her own, a small smile on her face. She could surely use some sparring at this point.
"Ding ding ding."
She rung the metaphorical bell, obviously having a good time with it.

Camillia needed to calm down, she knew the consequences for being impatient. Anja was trying to provoke her, that much was obvious, the bull inside was battering it’s horns against the depths of her being, demanding to be let out, wanting a piece of the action. She hesitated to listen this time, she wanted a fight without her temper, though she doubts that’ll last long.

As her opponent settles into a grappling stance, she’d follow suit, lowering her body, she bends in her knees keeping a fair distance as she put up her hands. Tackling a veteran like them was going to be difficult especially if they had something devious planned. Testing the waters seemed to be her best bet for now.

She’d approach the Raven slowly, outreaching to take Anja by a lockup. Any opponent could be manipulated here but she had to first overpower the blonde. If the other woman took her challenge, Camilia would press her shoes into the canvas to dig in and push harshly, giving the Raven a taste.

As it was probably not too hard to predict, Camilla gave it a all in effort from the start, pushing against Anja with all her might. Anja herself was of average strength for someone of her training regime but was both willing and able to provide a continual rock to stem against. Of course she would be turned back slowly over time, but it would be a lo g road to walk over for Camilla.

And then there was the little smile the Blonde always kept on for the sake of keeping her opponent on her toes.
"So tell me…nnhgg..Camilla-chan, are your thoughts,,,nnhh…already on the seduction part?"
She asked to create some more turmoil for the bull themed luchadora.

The pair was now locked in a heated dispute. Camilia was already putting on the pressure trying to break Anja and that stupid smile of theirs down a few pegs but Anja was holding her own which only earned her another force of pressure.

The Raven opened her mouth again, taunting the bull with her twisted sense of fun. She would attempt to tune them out, her attention was fully on this beat down she was about to give. A wave of malicious macabre filled her being, unable to shake the feeling of wanting to play the part.

With a fierce step forward, the Latina would attempt to whip the blonde into a(n) headlock to secure her place over them. She’d wrench hard against her if she managed to catch the bird.

Okay, it was pretty obvious that Anja had succeeded in making the luchadora een madder than she already had been when they had met. If that would work out in her favor or bring her a beating for no other reason than being able to apologize for something she had not in the slightest involved in would have to be seen.

And things got even more real when Camilia transitioned the hold into a side headlock.
"Gh. Oh, what do we have got here?"
After an initial gasp of getting caught in the hold, Anja again could not shut up and would peek a little kiss on the side of the boob of her opponent before hammering her elbow into the side to incite her to start running when Anja would attempt to shove her in the direction of the ropes in the hope to then intercept her with a shoulder block.

If Anja had known that Camila actually felt tormented by her words, she would not have been sure if that was sad or just more exciting than it was already to face her.

And speaking of facing her, all she was facing for a moment was the poetry in motion that was the backside of the bull luchadora who would undoubtfully also look good while she was writhing on the floor after getting shoulder blocked. Sadly she probably looked even better when she bypassed her shoulder block to only suplex her right on the back.
"GH!"
Luckily, Anja was a seasoned wrestling veteran and would not go down after just one suplex, so he would take a deep breath after her rather unexpected landing and roll through as she was already halfway in the position for a roll, coming out on one knee with a slight grin on the face.
"You would have been a good choice for a tag team if you were not…you."

The ring slightly shudders as she brings the Raven down hard into their back. Their grunt of pain was a clear indicator she hit her mark. Even if she wanted to capitalize on her new position, Anja wasn’t going to let that happen as they rolled onto their knee and just smiled at her, making another comment to stir her up. If she didn’t know any better, it was almost as if she wanted to be broken in half.

Camilla would push up on her hands to get back on two stable feet, her red pools locked on with vigor and rejuvenation. “You can say whatever you want after you’ve beat me.” She declares. This wasn’t the time to be talking, it was the time to take action. If the Raven didn’t think to take her seriously, the Bull would go for another harsh manauever. She would attempt to reach out to grab her prey, hoping to grab hold of them before they could slip away.

Her plan involved some luck, and that a seasoned veteran would be caught by surprise. If she pulled it off though, Anja would find herself tucked into the Latina’s legs. With a tight squeeze, she expects her move to go off without a hitch, using the surprise factor to the fullest to pull the woman up onto her shoulders and then down with her whole body into a power bong surely to rock the ring once again.

She felt she had a lot to prove, even back home that’s how she felt. It seemed like Anja was here to point out her insecurity, frightened of being used then thrown away never to see the life she loved again. She couldn’t take that, nor could she let them win.

Again Camilla seemed to misunderstand what Anja was actually trying to say. But maybe Anja was the wrong person to say it in the first place because of her strange timing and lack of experience with people who were angry or irritating for a reason instead of just for the heck of it as she had hardly learned the difference and reacted to that emotions with mockery because it was supposed to b a preferable emotion to anger in her mind.

"Deal!"
She replied in the same manner as before, this time ready to sink her clws into Camilla who came already at her again. Getting up jjust in time she realized that the attack would come high so. She wasn´t sure what would follow, but when the leg came around her shoulders it became more appearant so that she would try to use the momentum of the grl against herself for a slightly modified Neutralizer if she could resist the considerable force of the attack of the bull headed luchadora.