Angel Versus Tasha

Angel mounted Tasha with a grin, and as she raised up she fists, the latina would try and grab one of them, pivoting around on her and dropping to the side, jerking on Tasha's arm to work her into a tight armbar.

Tasha's arm was caught, and was locked in the armbar. She winced a little as Angel wrenched down on her arm, but then she rolled backwards onto her feet to negate the move. She would hold onto Angel's arm when she was on her feet, and then fall to her back, trying to put her in an armbar instead!

Angel worked over Tasha's arm, thinking she had the woman right where she wanted her, not expecting Tasha to be able to roll over and reverse it. She moaned in surprise, jerking a bit as she felt Tasha tugging and wrenching on her arm.

Tasha smiled at her while she pulled back harder on her arm. "Hee... not a bad move, honey... but submissions are my specialty..." She cooed, winking at her while pulling back harder on her arm.

Another pained moan snuck from Angel's lips, then a soft growl. She didn't like being beaten at her own game, especially by a move she had just used! She would take a deep breath, then suddenly give her slender body a hard, violent jerk, hoping to surprise Tasha enough to get her to loosen the hold enough for her to jerk her arm free.

"Yip!" She gasped when Angel managed to break her arm free of the dominatrix, and she frowned a little. "Aww... you're no fun.." She pouted before trying to sit up, then stand up.

Angel sat up as well and started back to her feet. "Fun? My fun is just beginning amiga.."

As the two women got back up, Angel would suddenly tackle towards Tasha, dropping down at the last moment to hit her legs, trying to grab them and flip them right out from under Tasha, and if this sent the leather-wearing hottie to the mat, she would go for another simple, yet effective, technique on her, grabbing one of her feet and trying to twist it around into a hard ankle lock.

Tasha was caught off guard once more. She hadn't met a wrestler this aggressive in a while, and was expecting a break. Instead, however, she got both legs taken out from under her, and landed breasts first on the match. She let out a pained moan, before Angel grabbed at her ankle and started to twist it.

She coughed a bit hoarsely from her breasts hitting the mat, the pain in her breasts surprisingly overpowering the pain in her ankle, until the pain started to numb away a bit. "Arrh... let go!" She growled.

Angel shook her head and gave a violet jerk to Tasha's ankle. "Make me!" she replied with a surprisingly angry snarl. "Give it up and maybe I will!"

"Yeoww!!" She shouted, but then tried to push her hands underneath her, and would push herself up and roll in the air so she would be on her back, and would try to shove her away with both feet. "Whoof... damn... been a while since I've been caught like that." She admitted if she managed to free herself.