Operation: Showing Sneaking! Jack vs Angel!

By this time, the hold had sunk in pretty deep, with her arms pratically stuck at his sides. Angel sounded like she was suffering, yet she was still holding on. In his response, he'd pull back a little further, being careful not to bend her spine too harshly.

"Your strong, I'll give you that, but I don't you'd want to comprimise your own well being for this"

Seriously, the terrorist must be paying Angel very well if she's still fighting like this.

Angel would try to hold out a little longer, but...not even her flexible body could deal with being stretching back this hard for so long.

"Nnn! Fine! You win!!"

Jack would've continue stretching and holding on, until he heard the certain words uttered from the woman's lips.
As a man of his word, Jack rises off of her. This time, he would offer his hand at Angel to help her up...

Angel collasped to the floor after he let her go, breathing heavily. She was tough, but...damn if that didn't hurt a good bit.

She glanced up at him as Jack extended his hand to her, and with an angry look she would go to bat it away, starting back up to her feet herself.

Somehow, throught thier fight, Jack could tell that he was clearly wrong about Angel; she probably wasn't with the terrorists after all.

"You're really not one of them afterall?"

He could tell from how Angel swattedhis hand away that she her defeat had put her in a sour mood.

"Look, about ealier, no hard feelings. I thought you were working with.....them"

Jack cleared his throat and began to explain himself.

"You're not going to believe this, but a group of armed men had already got hold of this area...and they're developing nuclear weapons here as well, if you thought that wasn't enough. I don't anyone here knows about thier operation, so I can understand why you might've seemed so surprised"

Angel would back away from Jack, glaring angrily at him as she adjusted her robe slightly. Then she would hear his words and just kind of sigh, shaking her head and rolling her eyes again.

"You idiot! This is a damn wrestling facillity, there's no one here building a bomb."

"Exactly!"
Jack raised his voice, expecting Angel to say such a thing.

"Nobody's going to expect any sort of weapons development, here....These guys are true, cunning criminals..."

Jack would pause for a moment, then give her another once over.

"Besides....for a moment, I had a feeling you couldn't be one of them...you've got the signs written all over you. You're out of your league..."

His evaluation on her sounded more like an offense than anything else. Angel was a fighter, alright, but she cleary wasn't THAT dangerous. Still, her decieving looks could've been all the proof he needed on her affiliation with the bad guys.

Angel slowly raised an eyebrow at him, her voice taking on an air of annoyance.

"Out of my league...? Honey, now I know you're talking crazy..."

Angel sounded like she was getting defensive at what he just said. Interesting...not only was Angel sly, but she had a short temper as well.
Not a very good combiniation.

Still, even if what Jack had said was only a joke, he would still continue on, daring the shallow depths of Angel's tolerance.

"You're still green...clearly not cut out for this. I'm assumiming your just here wrestling for the fame, if nothing else, am I getting warm?"
He continues to throw small pebbled in his words while his eyes wander over how closely Angel's bathrobe clung to her form.

Angel took a short step towards him. He was right, his words were starting to get to her. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves some. She still wasn't sure who this guy was....maybe he escaped from an insane asylum?....but he was definately getting to her something awful.

"So what if I am just here for the fame, huh? At least I'm not some psycho conspiracy nut like you..."