Post Summer Splash Bikini Special! Angel vs. Natasha!

Angel winced as she hit the mat, lifting a hand to shield her eyes from the bright rays of the sun. It was embarrassing, letting Natasha win their first exchange like that. She would have to make sure it didn't happen again.

She started to sit up, only to realize that Natasha was still holding her arm. She didn't even notice at first, the shock of getting thrown so easily to the mat dominating most of her thoughts. She turned her head towards the woman, ready to fire off another quip towards her, when Natasha sudden came dropping to the mat, right onto her ass beside of Angel. The Latina let out a groan, knowing what was to come, but as she tried to turn herself to the side, to try and strike at Natasha with her free arm, she realized it was too late. Already her arm was between Natasha's legs, those long, bare limbs sliding over her chest, trapping her large, full-sized tits between them. Angel winced again, then let out a deep groan of pain, as Natasha's legs started to clamp together, squeezing her breasts between themselves.

"Nn...aaah!" she cried out, the flesh of her barely-clad breasts pushing upwards, trapped between Natasha's lower limbs. This was a new feeling for her, and it wasn't really one she was enjoying. In fact, she began to enjoy it even less as Natasha started to pull back on her arm, locking it fully into her armbar. She squirmed as the sharp pain began to surge through her arm, the Latina's face twisting up into an expression of pain. She was trapped, but she was far, far from just lying there and taking it.

Gritting her teeth together, Angel began to flex her arm back towards herself, slowly trying to push it against Natasha's hold. She didn't think she could break free (after all, Natasha seemed to be fairly strong, strong enough to keep her under control), but if she could just keep pulling it towards herself, keep the hold from getting too rough, she knew she could focus on making a real escape attempt.

In a single clean move Natasha had tipped the scales of the match in her favor and gotten off to a good start against the world champion Angel, something she had known she needed to do in order to get Angel to take her seriously despite her background as a hentai wrestler. Whether it helped her chances or not she didn't really care, all she wanted was a match against Angel where she got everything the woman could throw at her, otherwise winning would have meant nothing in the long run and she just wouldn't have been able to enjoy yourself. Natasha had learned the move from her judo lessons and it had proven quite effective against those who hadn't researched her much beforehand as it was a move she employed regularly, but what she usually followed it up with was certainly nothing she had learned in her classes.

With Angel having been dropped flat on her back she looked more surprised than hurt but that was all she needed to introduce the woman to one of her favorite holds, the French Lotus, an arm bar that took full advantage of where her legs were during the hold. With Angel's breasts between her legs Natasha locked her ankles together and squeezed hard, her powerful limbs forcing the woman's tits to mushroom upwards between them in quite the visually pleasing display.

The pain however would come not from just one section of Angel's body however as Natasha yanked back on the woman's left arm, straining both her shoulder and elbow to which Angel replied with a low groan of pain. Some arm bar practitioners would release some of the pressure on the captured arm only so they could yank it back down for sudden jolts of pain, but Natasha settled for gradually pulling further back on Angel's arm so as to slowly increase the pressure, conserving as much of her own energy as possible while also giving Angel no lapses in the pain coursing up through her arm. Angel for her part didn't just allow Natasha to do as she pleased, not that she had expected her to, instead she pulled on her arm as much as she could which forced Natasha to arch her back a bit off the ground in an attempt to increase the pressure.

Angel was trapped, and she wasn't sure which was worse, having her arm trapped in the armbar, or having Natasha's legs clamped so tight around her chest, forcing her breasts to push upward. Both were painful, and both were embarrassing, and she hated both parts of the hold.

She let out another cry, as Natasha jerked back on her arm again, pulling it more and more outwards. The strain on her arm and shoulder was only worsening, causing Angel to writhe in pain, her body and her legs writhing and shifting against the mat as she struggled in the hold. She tried to keep flexing her arm towards herself, tried to withstand the pressure, but Natasha wasn't having it, the blue-haired woman only pulling back harder as Angel struggled against her.

She bit her lip, the Latina stifling her own pained cries, as she decided enough was enough. She inhaled sharply through her nose, waiting only a moment longer, before suddenly trying to jerk her opposite shoulder off the mat, trying to turn her body sideways towards Natasha. She knew she couldn't get it up too much, not with her legs pushing her down, but a little bit was all she would need, the champion swinging her free arm towards Natasha, trying to drive her fist hard into the woman's thigh. She wasn't going to be able to just power out of the hold, so she planned on making things as uncomfortable and painful for Natasha as she could.

It was a combination of moves Natasha had uses throughout her nearly two year stint at AFW but it seemed to have caught Angel completely by surprise, fortunate for her but growing more and more unfortunate for the latin beauty as the hold continued. Once this match was done, no matter if Natasha won or lost, she had a feeling Angel would be watching more of her matches just in case she ever ran into her again. Usually one had some time to study up on their opponent for the upcoming match but they had both been told nothing except what to wear and where to show up, Natasha had lucked out actually getting Angel for it was a woman she had studied before back when Heather was preparing to fight her for the title, the same one now sitting over by the announcer.

Natasha didn't believe by any means that this first submission hold would be enough to conquer the champion but she did expect it to play into the rest of the match if she could do enough damage to make it stick, her game plan as always to target and take out the limbs of her opponent. Angel however was fighting with the ferocity she was famous for, that never say die attitude making itself known in how despite the pain she continued to push against Natasha's legs in what the woman had to know would never help her escape the hold.

Then came the real attack, Angel targeting Natasha's thighs with hard punches that were no doubt meant to waken her hold over her and it was working, Natasha not giving her the satisfaction of hearing pained cries from her but only because she bit down on her bottom lip. The time to bring the hold to a close was then she quickly decided but she couldn't just break away without Angel possibly retaliating, instead Natasha brought her feet up and then slammed them straight down into Angel's breasts, using the push to then roll back and away from the champion.

Again and again, Angel drove her fist into Natasha's leg, desperately striking against her thigh. She wasn't going to just like there and take the submission like that. She was full of fight, and she was going to bring it all to Natasha.

She couldn't help but yell out again though, as Natasha's legs suddenly rose up, her feet slamming down hard into the champion's breasts. Her entire body shuddered from the impact, her breasts jiggling for a moment afterwards. Angel herself let out a tired sigh as Natasha rolled away, the Latina forcing her own self to roll in the other direction, putting some space between them.

She rolled onto her front side and started to push up to her hands and knees, one of her hands rubbing slowly at her sore breasts, as she looked up towards Natasha, her eyes intense as she stared towards her. "Heh...not bad, chica," she called out, watching her foe closely. "It's not going to be good enough though..."

Natasha knew if she just broke the hold and tried to pull away Angel could attack her from behind while she wasn't looking, instead of risking that Natasha decided to give the latin woman something else to focus on while she made a clean escape. Her hands remained locked around the woman's arm but her legs did relent, releasing Angel's breasts from between them as they rose up into the air as if Natasha was pulling away, however Natasha had another course of action in mind as she then brought the heels of her feet crashing down on Angel's already sore mounds.

The force of her kick helped to propel Natasha backwards away from Angel, the french woman rolling until she was resting on her knees watching as Angel put some distance between in order to catch her breath after the sudden submission hold. While Angel was still struggling to rise onto her hands and knees Natasha was already back on her feet and fast approaching as she couldn't afford to let the momentum she had created for herself go to waste, pressing the attack her chief strategy at that moment.

She had just about reached the still downed woman when she heard Angel compliment her only to then immediately proclaim her inevitable victory over her, though after watching so many of her promos she wasn't surprised by that at all. Angel from what she could remember was never the sort to praise her opponents in the middle of the match without some other comment following soon after. "Thanks mademoiselle, though I wouldn't be making predictions just yet." She said before reaching down to haul Angel back up to her feet by her right arm, Natasha gripping the wrist and the elbow.

"It's not a prediction, chica!" Angel yelled back at Natasha, as the woman suddenly, as if out of nowhere, closed in on her again. "It's a promise!"

She didn't stop Natasha from grabbing her arm, yanking her back up to her feet. Far from it, she was glad for the help getting back up. It would save her the energy of doing it herself. She didn't like the way Natasha was holding her arm though, gripping it with both of her hands. She would have to do something about that, of course.

Once she was standing again, the Latina suddenly exploded into action. She took a short step back from Natasha, as far as she could manage with the woman still holding her arm, then sharply twisted her body towards her. Up came one of her long, naked legs, the Latina letting out a sharp, suddenly scream as her limb arced towards Natasha, trying to crash into the woman's body with one of her infamous, deadly kicks!

Natasha had always been unsure of what was the best option when her opponent was down on the mat but here she knew she had to get Angel back up to her feet, she was just too close to the ropes to try for another submission hold and leaving her to rest up wasn't an option either. That only left dragging Angel back up to her feet but she had to be careful doing that unless she wanted the woman to make her suffer for it. So as she leaned down she was careful to grab Angel by her arm, gripping the elbow with one hand and her wrist with the other, before hauling Angel back up onto her feet but once there she needed to decide what to do with her.

Angel however knew exactly what she wanted to do to Natasha and sprang into action before the french woman ever had a chance to react to her, the latin beauty pulling away with only Natasha's grip upon her arm keeping her from outright escaping her, but the lightning fast kick that followed tested her ability to hold on. Angel's leg swung in and with a loud thud embedded itself into Natasha's side, her mouth twisting into a look of pain while she was forced to step to the side from the force of the impact. She had only held onto Angel's arm as a instinctual reaction to squeeze anything she had her hands on through the pain, and while Angel's leg would have already returned to the floor Natasha knows she has to strike back fast.

Her hands now begin to act, her right upon Angel's elbow pulling up and pushing forward to turn it over while her left hand pulls the woman's wrist towards her, trying to give her arm a hard twist so that Angel would be bent forward facing the mat. It would then be her leg which snapped up from the floor to strike at Angel, Natasha aiming for the woman's tits yet again.

It felt so satisfying to slam her leg into Natasha's body. So damn satisfying. Angel could only smile at the look of pain on the bluenette's face, especially after having been through that nasty armbar. It felt good to get a little bit of payback, and the feeling of Natasha squeezing tighter on her arm only made it all the more satisfying.

She had hoped that Natasha would let go though, a hope that the Latina quickly found dashed as the beauty suddenly shook off her kick, suddenly twisting her arm around, forcing the Latina to bend over forwards. She winced, tilting her head away from Natasha so that the woman couldn't see the look of discomfort on her face...just in time to see Natasha's leg flying up towards her.

Angel's eyes went wide, and before she could react, Natasha's long, bare leg slammed up into her chest, the impact forcing Angel back up into an upright position. Her large, round breasts shook and bounced as she straightened up, a sharp yell passing through the Latina's lips. She stood there in shock for a moment, before whipping her head around towards Natasha, her eyes narrowing at the woman.

Then, suddenly, Angel let out an angry yell, drawing back her free arm. She held it aloft for but a split-second, before launching it straight towards Natasha, trying to aim a sharp, sudden chop, right into the center of the woman's own chest!

Angel was indisputably a gorgeous woman with a killer body and she both knew and flaunted it every chance she could despite her disinterest in the hentai division. Even in normal matches the latin beauty wore a bikini top with curve hugging black pants that highlighted every line of her long and shapely legs, legs Natasha had been admiring just a moment ago and was now cursing after having felt just how strong they were first hand. Pain radiated outward from where Angel's kick had connected and Natasha's first instinct was another lock up as close as they were together, but she pushed that thought aside quickly.

If she was going to win this match Natasha knew she had to keep Angel on her toes, always guessing as to what the french heiress had planned for her next while Natasha made sure she was always wrong in her assumptions, catching her off guard at every opportunity. If Angel figured out her attacks she would surely have a few counters devised for every one of Natasha's moves, a scenario she just couldn't allow to come to pass or else it would be her on the losing side of things.

With that strategy in mind Natasha took advantage of her two points of control over the woman's arm, sharply twisting it to force Angel into a leaned over position perfect to receive a kick of Natasha's own. Her own powerful leg struck true, crushing Angel's orbs against her chest with enough force the woman recoiled back into an upright stance. Natasha withdrew her leg in preparation for another brutal kick but Angel cut her off with a wild cop against her chest, Natasha's hands slipping from Angel's arm as she stepped back a few feet clutching her chest.