Post Summer Splash Bikini Special! Angel vs. Natasha!

Angel rolled atop of Natasha, and grinned, glad to be back on top (literally!) of the situation again.

She was feeling dazed from Natasha's seemingly endless stream of punches, however, and knew she couldn't go for anything too big. Not yet, anyway. She didn't mind though; she planned on getting a bit of payback against Natasha for her earlier actions in the match.

"Your turn, chica," she teased, as she leaned down towards Natasha, taking a handful of the Frenchwoman's hair to pull her up and into a sitting position. Then, she would snake her arm downwards, trying to wrap it around the neck of the heiress, trying to put her into a tight, close, frontal headlock, just like the bluenette had done to her earlier in the match!

For the first time Natasha found herself staring up at Angel, her eyes widening in alarm she saw the broad smirk upon the woman's lips, knowing whatever it was she had on her mind it wouldn't be good for her. "Grrrrrrr." Natasha groaned through gritted teeth as she fought to break her arms out of Angel's grip but it was no use, the strain from her punches had her arms feeling as if they were on fire while Angel felt unmoving on top of her.

At first she wasn't sure what the woman meant by "your turn" but she wasn't confused for long as Angel buried her fingers into Natasha's deep blue hair, the Frenchwoman gnashing her teeth in pain while unable to stop Angel from wrapping that arm around her neck. Her back was bent and her air supply was now diminished, not the best place for her to be and she knew it. She did have her hands free though and made the most of it, driving her fists into the sides of Angel with as much power as she could which wasn't much but it was better than nothing.

Angel pulled Natasha into her headlock, and once her arm was around the woman's neck, she began to squeeze, putting as much pressure as she could into the simple hold. She grit her teeth, trying to wear down Natasha as much as she could, trying to exploit the headlock for as much damage as she could, but then...then came the punches.

Natasha began to hammer her fists into Angel's ribs, and the Latina began to grunt and jerk in response to them. At first, she tried to ignore the stinging blows, cranking Natasha's neck in her hold in response to them, but they kept coming, and Angel felt her hold starting to loosen. Not good.

In an attempt to get the Frenchwoman to halt her assault, Angel moved her arm arm towards Natasha's back. With a scowl on her face, she balled her hand into a fist, and struck towards Natasha's back, trying to a hammer a few blows towards her as well, hoping that her own punches would hurt Natasha enough to get her to stop her own.

Natasha had no choice but to be satisfied with what little pain she could bring to Angel from her compromised position, digging her fists into the woman's sides even as her head and neck paid the price within the headlock. At the very least she was causing Angel some small amount of pain, the woman's groans pushing Natasha to keep up the effort despite her dwindling air supply, fighting all the harder once she felt the hold begin to loosen. Angel countered by pulling up on her neck even further but Natasha, coughing as she was, continued to strike blow after blow.

She needed to force her way out of the headlock and it felt like she was on the right track to doing just that, but then Natasha felt Angel's fist slamming down upon her back sending a jolt of pain through her spine with every one. Natasha struck another blow to Angel's side but with her back feeling like it was on fire she couldn't put enough power behind them to be effective, forcing Natasha to wrap her arms around Angel's midsection and squeeze instead.

Angel struck at Natasha's back with her free hand, once, twice, and then thrice, trying to get the woman to cease her own strikes, and luckily for Angel, it seemed that Natasha was going to comply. She gave her other arm another jerk, wrenching Natasha's neck in the headlock again, confident that she had a chance at an early victory here. Natasha was trapped, and it seemed like she was finally giving in.

At least, that's what Angel though, until she felt Natasha's arms slipping around her midsection. She let out a groan, more in annoyance then any kind of pain, as she felt the Frenchwoman trying to squeeze at her waist. It was annoying, the way she couldn't make any ground on Natasha, the way Natasha kept trying to fight back.

With an exasperated sigh, Angel finally decided to release her headlock. She reached up, and grabbed Natasha by the shoulders, pushing her upper body away from her own, but only so she could prepare for her own next attack. With a loud, almost angry cry, Angel suddenly launched her head forwards, trying to slam her forehead straight into the center of Natasha's face with a hard, sudden headbutt!

Angel had her headlock sunk in deep on Natasha whose chances at winning this match against the world champion felt like it was beginning to slip through her fingers. As her air ran lower Natasha's muscles began to burn, straining to apply the little pressure she was on the woman's waist as they screamed for oxygen they desperately needed to keep her in the fight. To make matters worse the pain in her back had her gritting her teeth but as bad as it was Natasha was more than willing to endure it for as long as she needed to, the blue haired woman determined to break free no matter the cost.

Her arms tightened around Angel's midsection for one final squeeze before she released her and began pushing against the woman's stomach instead, twisting her clenched fists from side to side to dig them in deep, looking to cause Angel as much discomfort as she could. Her plan seemed to work too as Angel's arm finally released her neck, Natasha gulping down air with several deep breaths in rapid succession while Angel pushed against her shoulders to separate them. Natasha thought for a moment that Angel was simply tiring but in a flash her face exploded in white hot pain as the woman slammed her forehead forward, a sickening crunch heard as Natasha's nose either broke or came very close to it. Her hands shot up to clutch at her face as Natasha was thrown backwards, landing on her back with her only defense coming from her legs which kicked out at any part of Angel she could hit.

As Natasha fell back, Angel pulled away from her, just barely getting out of range of her kicks. The Latina gave the Frenchwoman a smirk, and began to rise up to her feet, keeping a careful eye on the blue-haired beauty as the Latina got back up.

"You should probably stay down, chica," Angel teased Natasha, keeping a safe distance away from her, but staying in a ready position, eyeing her carefully, starting to slowly circle around her as she waited for her foe to make a move. No need to rush in and put herself at risk of a counterattack. She could wait and bide her time. After all, she seemed like she was holding all the advantages at the moment.

Natasha frantically felt along her nose with her fingers looking for any sign it was broken, wincing in pain at every touch but thankfully she felt no break along the ridge. While she attended to what had certainly sounded like a break Natasha lashed out with her legs hoping to catch some part of Angel for a some payback for the headbutt but she hit only air, her eyes fluttering back open as she dropped her hands to see Angel had made a quick retreat. "Where are you running to?" Natasha half growled in reply to the Latin woman as she pushed herself back up onto her feet, swaying for a moment until her legs found their strength again.

She had only made one mistake but Angel had certainly made her pay for it, leaving behind several deep aches in Natasha's body that would surely be bruises by the next morning. Angel on the other hand seemed more confident than ever as she circled around her, annoying Natasha to no end as she began to move with her, keeping her eyes fixed on Angel looking for any sign of an attack. When none came she realized Angel was willing to wait her out and it was up to her to make a move, the Frenchwoman getting her hands up into a ready position before lunging in. She had to move quickly despite the pain, throwing a right jab at Angel's face before throwing her knee up at her stomach.

"Who said I was running, chica...?" Angel playfully growled back at Natasha. She watched as the girl climbed back to her feet, looking shaky for a moment, then smiled, lifting her arms up in front of herself.

When Natasha came in swinging, she quickly weaved to the side, out of the way of her jab, but then Natasha's knee came up, slamming itself into her stomach. The Latina's eyes grew wide, as the heiress' knee smashed against her abs, and she doubled over, gasping out loud in pain.

"Oh sorry, I just saw you scurrying away and figured you were running, my mistake." Natasha replied sarcastically though without a smile, still working on catching her breath after that prolonged stay in the choke hold. She was just glad Angel wasn't pressing her right back into the fight, as weak as her legs felt right then Natasha was certain any attack from Angel would put her right back on the mat, but thankfully Angel seemed content with herself and waiting for Natasha to make the first move.

That wasn't going to last forever though and the instant Natasha felt her legs steady themselves underneath her she went on the offensive, throwing a jab only for Angel to duck out of its path. Her knee however found its mark in the woman's stomach leaving Angel struggling for air, an opening Natasha looked to make the most of as she reached down to grab onto the hair of Angel, snatching her head back so Angel was looking up at her while Natasha sent a straight punch down at her face.