Helena vs Angel

That was it. Not even the ropes could save the russian girl. Her face was already blue by the lack of air. When she noticed that there was no way to escape the latina girl's legs' hold, she did what she thought she'd never do. She tapped out on her opponent's thigh and screamed with the little of air that remained in her lungs.

Angel couldn't help but smile to herself, keeping the hold locked in despite Helena's tapping, wanting to make her suffer just a bit longer. Eventually though, she would relent and let go of the poor russian, going to stand over her body and take a wide bow of victory towards the cheering audience.

"Nghh..." Helena groaned as she looked up at her opponent. Even though her body was broken, her spirit wasnt. It took her a few seconds to sit up, and once she did, she pointed her finger at her and yelled. "This is not over! You'll know who Helena MacLeod really is!" God, she was pissed.

Angel turned back to her with a cocky smile, folding her arms over her more than ample chest. "Oh? Really now, chica, does that mean you're ready for a round two? Cause I'm ready to go whenever you are." She laughed, giving Helena a slow, sexy wink, almost mockingly so.