[Pendant Match]Angel and Mayu vs. Taylor and Tsumi!

Angel felt the ring shake as she slammed Taylor into the canvas with the suplex. It felt good to do, felt good to get that big attack off on her. Maybe that would slow the punk down some.

Her body curved backwards for a moment as she slammed Taylor down before dropping to the mat. She rolled quickly onto her frontside, watching as Taylor herself rolled over onto her side. When her blue-haired opponent's opened eye turned it's gaze onto her, she let out a soft purr, giving the girl a wink as she pushed up to her hands and knees, crawling over towards her. Once she neared Taylor, she reached out, grabbing for her arm to jerk it towards herself, to pull Taylor onto her back in the process.

"Don't say 'ow' yet, chica," she teased Taylor, going to adjust her own position. "Save it for a second, alright?" She pulled back on Taylor's arm again, trying to pull her into a position that she could jerk the girl's arm through her legs and into a simple armbar hold, hoping she could keep wearing the bluenette down further with it.

"Aah! Ow!" Taylor cried out. The sleek muscle of her arm strained to resist, but she couldn't stop Angel from bending her arm painfully back. She kicked her feet fitfully against the mat for a moment, and then began to work on escaping.

She rocked back and forth, using her legs for momentum, and then managed to get up to her knees. She clenched her fist and jerked once on her arm to try to free it, and when that didn't work she rolled forward toward the ropes, reaching out with one black boot for the bottom rope and for the little bit of safety it would bring.

"That's it!" Angel teased as Taylor cried. "Now you can say ow!" She pulled back on Taylor's arm, feeling it straining in her hold. Even as Taylor kicked up to her knees, Angel hung onto her, refusing to let go until the girl's boot hit the rope. Even then, she kept it in her grasp for a few seconds more, before finally deciding to release it.

When she did, she sat up, tsking lightly at Taylor. "And here I thought you could take a simple hold like that..." she teased the punk again, moving to stand up, to get back up on her feet. Once she was back up, she leaned down towards the girl, reaching for her arm again, this time trying to drag her back towards the center of the ring, where she would try something a bit different. She waltzed around towards Taylor's legs, leaning down to grab one of them in an attempt to flip Taylor onto her frontside, facedown on the mat. From there, she would try to bend that leg backwards, into a simple single legged Boston crab hold, in hopes that she could keep wearing Taylor down, a little bit at a time.

"I liked you a lot better when you couldn't talk!"

Taylor clutched her arm to her chest and cradled it with her free arm, and then kicked fitfully up at Angel's face as she was dragged back out into the middle of the ring.

"No, no, no, no!" Taylor said, as if chastising Angel for misbehavior, but no amount of verbal rebuking could stop Angel from rolling Taylor over into her single leg crab. Taylor pounded the mat with her fists with her leg arched up over her back, painfully stretching her thigh and putting pressure on her lower back. She stayed focused on using her strength to resist, keeping her leg tense and trying to keep breathing despite the pain. She tried to think of how Cassie might tell her to escape from this, and wished she paid more attention to her friend the little grappling prodigy.

With one hand she reached back for Angel's ankle and gave it a yank. She took a moment, gathered her strength and her balance again, and gave it another yank. It was probably pointless, but it beat laying there and suffering for an hour.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Angel called back to Taylor, giving her leg a sharp jerk backwards. She had Taylor trapped, and for that she was thankful. She didn't want the girl up and running around all over the place, and was hoping that by hurting her leg she might be able to slow her down.

Unfortunately for her, Taylor soon thought of a clever plan out out of the simple hold. When the blue-haired punk gave her ankle a yank the first time, Angel's head whipped backwards, glaring down at her. "Cut that out!" She yelled towards Taylor, right as she was giving her ankle a second yank. The Latina wavered a bit, stumbling slightly but remaining standing. Quickly she tried to regain her balance, loosening the hold on Taylor's leg slightly as she tried to jerk her own ankle free from the bluenette's grasp.

Taylor was rather uncomfortable, with one leg bent up and her upper body contorted to the side while she reached down for Angel's ankle. "Make me!" She retorted, as petulant as ever. She waited until Angel was ready to try to jerk her foot free, and then suddenly let go. With a sudden burst of effort, she shoved the mat with both hands and pulled both of her legs in, trying to turtle up and get all four, or at least three limbs under her so she could fling Angel off and get back to her feet.

The moment Taylor released Angel and tried to kick her off, the Latina was thrown away, stumbling forward until she hit the ropes, leaning against them looking out towards the crowd. She remained there but a brief moment, turning back around just in time to see Taylor getting back to her feet. A grin crossed her face, and the very next moment she was pushing herself back off the ropes, dashing towards the punk with a stiff outstretched arm, hoping to nail her with a clothesline to put Taylor right back on the mat.

Taylor got up and turned around, ready to shake out her leg and test it out to see if Angel had done any real damage. But the Latina had other plans.

"Shit!"

Taylor narrowly ducked under Angel's clothesline and ran through to the ropes. She rebounded off and sprinted back at Angel, leaping way up high into a dropkick aimed at the her face.

Angel stumbled forward after whiffing on her clothesline, having fully expected the attack to have hit. Slowly she turned back towards Taylor, wondering where the bluenette had gotten to, only to eat a facefull of the girl's boots. Down the Latina went, layed out upon her back after the attack connected, groaning in both surprise and pain.

Taylor's leg seemed to feel good enough, so the moment she hit the mat she popped right back to her feet, spurred on by the satisfaction of flooring Angel again. She sprinted to the ropes and jumped, planting both feet on the top rope, and displayed her agility and airborne grace with a neat 3/4 backflip, coming down to land on her stomach, with her shins aimed at Angel's face.