Angel Versus Tasha

"Making them submit," Angel continued. "Making it a sort of strip match, I suppose.." She grinned once more and placed a cocky hand on her hip. "Not scared, I would hope..? After all, a little girl like me surely couldn't make a big bad miss like you give in to her.."

Tasha chuckled softly, and started to stretch one arm out, then the other. "So I take it it ends when one of us is nude?" She asked.

Angel nods again. "And not a moment before, pet."

Tasha chuckles a little. "Hmmm... all right. On one condition." She stated. "No more strikes."

Angel nods in agreement. "Fine with me...I won't need strikes to finish you off, pet."

Tasha smirked a little, and cracked her knuckles slowly. "Then lets begin your humiliation." She purred, and motioned Angel over.

Angel gives her a silent smirk in return, and waltzes over, going to raise her arms to lock up with Tasha.

Tasha reaches her arms up to lock with her, and would start to struggle against her as they began their new game. She had to admit, she was excited about this woman, she was proving to be quite strong.. and fun.

Angel struggled back against Tasha, pushing her and trying to overpower her, and if Tasha couldn't overpower Angel first, the latina would suddenly go to violently shove her away, then leap up at her and try to wrap her long, sexy legs around her head to huracanrana her to the mat, leaving them clamped around her in a tight headscissor.

Tasha wasn't as interested in overpowering her and would instead step a little closer to her, and try to sweep her legs out from under her, trying to land her body on top of her before she could get the hurricanrana off.