From Heaven

"I'd love to see it..."

Angel moved towards the ring, peeling off her t-shirt, revealing a navy-colored sports bra underneath it. She slid into the ring, hopping up to her feet and shaking out her arms as she turned towards Heather. She locked her eyes on the other woman, and then gave her a single nod, calling out to her again.

"Ready when you are, chica," she stated, moving towards the center of the ring and raising her arms up, inviting Heather towards her for a simple lock-up to start things off.

Heather nod her head as Angel joined her in the ring, her heart pounding and racing harder and faster by the second. She was desperately trying to calm herself down, this chance that she needed--she wasn't going to let it slip away. If anything, she could maybe--even a little--earn some kind of respect from this girl who she still wasn't even sure why she hated her so much.

She saw her get her arms and hands up like that, causing Heather to narrow her eyes a bit, crouching just slightly. She was...debating on her options for sure. She could take her up in that lockup--but in the difference of time between when they last met, she wasn't entirely sure of how far she may have come even more so when it comes to upperbody strength. Heather bit her lip a little, starting to move into the center of the ring with her, raising her own hands up. She was nearing closer and closer to Angel, their fingertips almost touching--before Heather shifted.

She leaped up into the air, grunting a little as she tried to kick her legs up, attempting to lock them around Angel's head and flip backwards, trying to take her down right at the start with a frankensteiner, attempting to end up seated on the girl's chest afterwards.

Angel had to admit: she was taken off-guard as Heather suddenly flipped up into the air, catching the Latina with her legs and tossing her down to the mat. For a brief moment, there was even a look of shock on Angel's face as she stared up at Heather, the other woman sitting comfortably on her generous bust, looking back down at her.

If Heather thought that was going to be enough to stop Angel though, she had another thing coming.

As soon as she came out of her brief moment of shock, Angel let out a loud and sharp yell. She glared up at Heather, and quickly and forcefully bucked up her body, arching her back upwards to try and displace Heather, trying to force her off of her position atop of the Latina.

Heather was all grins as she was able to catch Angel's head between her thighs. She threw herself back, a breath of air coming from her with the adrenaline rushing through her body, slamming Angel down onto her back beneath her. The shake of the impact rocked her a bit, but she made sure to keep herself seated securely atop Angel's breasts, a wide, please grin on her face as she looked down at the girl.

She wanted to say something, but it was clear that Angel wasn't going to give her any time to relax. She winced hard at that yell she let out before watching her buck up like that, making her yelp out just a bit. She tried to keep her balance, but with her stumble, she knew full well that Angel could take advantage. Instead of trying to fight with it, she pushed herself off her, getting onto one knee and turning to face her.

"Ahahaaa a nice little start for me I'd say!"

"Tch. You got lucky, chica," Angel answered as she sat up up, quickly rolling over and rising up to her own knees. "Won't happen again, you know, and you can trust me on that..."

The Latina took a moment to catch her breath, then slowly climbed up to her own feet again. Her hands naturally rose back up in front of her into her defensive stance, and she gestured for Heather to get back up too, giving the other woman a chance to get back up herself. She kept her eyes on Heather though, watching her closely for any signs of anything tricky, not wanting to get caught off-guard by her again, and definitely not wanting to end up back on her back with Heather atop of her for a second time!

"Not an ounce of luck about it!" Heather let out, grinning wide as she finally pushed herself up as Angel let her. She was pushing her chest out confidently, not wanting to give her any sort of mental edge over her in this that she hadn't already gotten to her beforehand. She narrowed her eyes as she saw Angel was playing on the defensive, nodding to herself just a bit.

She steadily approached her, crouching just slightly as she got closer and closer--before she moved in to thrust her knee up. She just went for something simple, attempting to slam it up into her gut to stun her and make her double over.

The knee came up, but when it came up, Angel was already moving. The Latina was on the defensive, ready and waiting for Heather to strike, hoping to avoid her attack and capitalize quick on it with a follow-up of her own.

So, when the knee came up, Angel was dodging to the side, and she was quick to lash back out with a blow of her up. One of her long, strong legs shot outward, Angel aiming a stiff and sudden kick towards the back of one of Heather's legs, hoping to catch her by surprise and leave the woman reeling.