Av'12 AFW Title Match

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This belt is currently vacant.
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Angel
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 129
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vs

Heather Sunderland
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 130 lbs
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match rules:
This is a standard match.
Win by 3 count pin, submission, or KO.

Angel sat, alone, on a bench in her locker room, deep within the AFW backstage area. Her eyes were closed, her head bowed, her breathing slow and steady, as she mentally prepared herself for her match tonight. She was ready for this. She was damn ready. She had spent most of her AFW career trying to maintain her high spot in the rankings list. She had headlined the main event at both Summer Splashes, and while she had lost at each of them, it didn't bother her too much. The Latina knew that both of those matches were simply getting her prepared for tonight. In a way, she felt that her entire career at the AFW had led up to this match, this moment, a third and potentially final chance to get her hands on the AFW Title. Of course, at this point, given the circumstances of the match, it wasn't getting the title for herself that she cared about. No, for Angel, it was more about keeping it out of Heather Sunderland's hands.

She rose up from her bench, a light smirk crossing her face. What a bitch, Angel thought to herself, adjusting her fingerless gloves, pulling them tight, before turning to the locker room's exit. She didn't like Heather, not one bit. As far as she was concerned, the woman barely qualified to be a wrestler, let alone being in AFW's top ten rankings, let alone getting a shot at the title. Tonight, Angel was going to show to her fans, the audience, and the world just how little she thought of Heather, and to Heather she would show just low little the woman deserved the chance she was getting tonight.

Out through the room's door she stepped, and into the hallway, heading down it in the direction of the arena's main entrance. Part of her was anxious. She knew just how much was riding on this match, but at the same time she felt calm. She knew she would walk out of this match the winner, the AFW title slung over her shoulder. After everything she had been through, after all the blood and sweat she had poured into her career, there was no way she could lose tonight. No way at all.

After a few long minutes of walking, she reached the arena's entrance. The employees standing by gave her a thumb's up, letting her know it was time to get to it. Angel gave them a nod in return, and stepped through the entrance, past the curtains and into the bright lights of the arena. Her entrance music exploded out over the speakers, and as she stepped forward, her face twisted into a wide, confident grin, the Latina suddenly exploding forward to the stage atop the entrance ramp. The crowd went nuts for her, cheering loudly for the fan-favorite woman, her fans up on their feet shouting and screaming their support and love for her. In return, Angel posed atop the ramp for them, thrusting a fist into the air, looking out over the audience. Then, her arm lowered, and she began the long walk to the ring, sliding under the ropes once she reached it and jumping up to her feet. Wasting no time, she headed right for her corner, motioning for her music to end so her opponent could make her entrance.

She was ready. She wanted Heather out here now so she could get this beatdown started.

There was no bigger time than this. If it was all for something, if everything happened for a reason, this night was that reason, this night was what every single event leading up to it was made for, at least that's how it was in Heather's mind. This match was something that she valued more than anything, it was the sole reason she came with her brother to Japan. For her to even think that she would be main eventing AFW's main pay per view and fighting in that main event for the headlining title, it was an absolute fantasy. If one was to tell her this would be the result of her joining AFW, she honestly wouldn't have believed them.

Even so, even with her making it to this point and earning it with sweat, blood, and tears, Heather seemingly wasn't looked at with the highest chances. Everyone seemed to be fully convinced that she was able to grab this title shot out of pure luck or some sort of series of flukes that brought her to where she was. Everyone seemed to view Heather as one who just existed in the AFW to be raped and humiliated, the fact that she was here fighting for the main title being a total joke. The number one offender of thinking such things was the girl she was facing on this night for that belt. Heather hated Sarah Gatt, but Angel, in the short span of a few weeks, has earned an even deeper hatred from Heather.

Angel seemed to represent every single person that doubted her in this event, and her ultimate goal was proving her wrong, in turn proving each and every one of those doubters wrong with it. It was a hard climb up to the top of the mountain, and in Heather's eyes this was her final trial. This was the final curtain call, and if she couldn't pull it off here, it would be back to the very bottom, at least in Heather's eyes. There was no doubt in Heather's mind that she was going to beat Angel today, there was no doubt in Heather's mind that she would be walking out with that title belt around her waist.

Heather was backstage, tightening the long black leather boots that she was wearing for her attire for the night. In response to what Angel had said about her, all that she had called her, Heather planned to show her the exact opposite side of her. She was going to be as brutal and as dominant as she could tonight, and Heather had put together an outfit, with the assistance of Natasha Loclear, to represent this shift in her attitude. It was a side of her that she's always had, and sort of was more apparent in her first few months in AFW, having faded just a bit. She was ready to bring that attitude back in full force and show Angel exactly what she was made of.

She would make her way through the halls, going to the position that she had everything set up in. She was going to make a dramatic entrance, just like she did for her match with Kelly Conway that got her this opportunity. This time though, she was going even more all out. As she got in position, the lights in the arena would turn a pitch black. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c1WRCtwm9HU&feature=youtu.be:2sv01xey]The intro to her chosen theme would begin to play.[/url:2sv01xey] The chant that started out the theme would echo quite dauntingly throughout the arena before the chimes would start to sound.

As the strings would kick in in the music, a bright light would start to develop on the stage, showing up to the roof. With the music starting to get more pronounced, more strings and percussion starting to play, a figure would begin to descend in the light, spotlights from every edge of the arena showing on that figure. It was a figure covered by black wings that were wrapped around it, them slowly opening as Heather would be revealed in her attire, her arms crossed at her chest as the nearly blinding light shown on her. She descended onto the stage area, slowly getting down on her knees before getting on all fours, the wings coming off her and rising back up.

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Suddenly, as the music shifted into 'Choir Jail' by Suzuki Konomi, Heather would throw her head up, the spotlights turning off as the entire arena shifted to a dark blue light, smoke slowly covering the stage as Heather was seen in her now signature dark purple glow paint, covering her face, her arm just above her long gloves, and parts of her chest and abs, extending in sort of triangular sections around her. She would get to her feet, the crowd going wild at her entrance before she would raise her hands up, massive amounts of golden pyro shooting out from the entrance as another set of gold pyro would rain down either side of the ramp. Heather made her way down between the pyro, running into the ring and leaping up onto the middle corner rope, raising her hands up as pyro shot down from the ceiling above the ring.

Grinning widely, Heather jumped off the ropes, the lights slowly turning back to normal, showing, like before the lights were blue, that the paint was transparent otherwise. She made her way over to Angel, getting up in her face as she kept the grin on. "I'm going to make sure you can barely walk out of this arena tonight. I'll show you exactly what happens when you underestimate and belittle me. I'll have no mercy whatsoever for you. You think you can brush me off like you have been? I'll show you how big a mistake you made deciding to fight me on THIS night of all nights."

Angel waited impassively in her corner, arms folded over her ample chest, as the arena darkened, Heather starting her grand entrance. She watched, staring up towards the entrance to the arena, as Heather descended on her dark wings, dropping to the floor with the spotlights shining on her. She watched, as the wings rose off of Heather's back, revealing Heather's brand new outfit, her new costume for this match...

...and Angel just had to bite her tongue, trying to keep herself from laughing. After all her talks about Heather opening herself up for people to take advantage of her, this is how the woman was going to come to this match? Dressed in barely anything, her tits looking like they would explode out of her top at any given moment? Angel was both amused and dumbfounded. She knew now, that there was definately no way she was going to lose this, not with Heather coming to the ring looking like the Slut Queen of the AFW.

Angel herself, was dressed in her normal outfit. Nothing too flashy or showy, just her usual outfit. She had originally planned on wearing her Red Jaguars garb, but...tonight was about her. Not her team, not the Temple Games. This was all about her and her victory.

When Heather leaped into the ring, Angel stepped out of her corner, stepping right up to the dark-haired woman to meet her, her own grin never leaving her face. She stood, face-to-face, chest-to-chest with Heather, staring her down as she listened to her opponent's words. Finally, when Heather decided to shut up, Angel spoke. Quiet and short were her words, straight to the point.

"Shut the fuck up, chica. Your voice bugs the shit out of me."

With those words, Angel suddenly slid a step back from Heather. The time for posturing and taunting was over, and she wanted to get this shit started. She hoped she could catch the purple-haired woman off her guard, her leg suddenly shooting upwards in a swift, arcing kick, straight towards Heather's side!

Stepping up to Angel like she did, Heather saw that grin on the girl's face, apparent the entire time. Normally it would bother her, but not tonight. Tonight she wasn't going to let anything Angel did or said get to her, she was way too focused for that. She was, in her head, fully convinced she would beat and humiliate Angel tonight for all of what she said about her. Angel was so certain about the way this match would end, and Heather wanted to turn that back around onto her fully. If Angel was going to think of her in the way she did, Heather was sure of what she would think of her outfit, just about ready to remind Angel it is hardly any different from what she herself wore to all her matches, instead Angel decided to keep her words short.

Heather would simply grin at Angel's words about hating her voice. Heather would just shrug off what she was saying, pushing it aside and taking in her own advice of keeping a cool head for as long as she possibly could.

Before the bell would even ring, Heather would feel Angel's leg connect with her side, causing her to grunt out a bit from the shock and pain. The kick took her by surprise a little, quite the cheap shot for her opponent to already pull off, but Heather wasn't going to just let her have it. She would quickly shake off the starting kick, trying to turn herself a bit and attempt to hit Angel in the head with a sort of discus punch, looking to return the favor right away to the girl.

A rush of adrenaline ran through Angel's body, as her kick connected with Heather's side. Her leg slammed into her opponent's side, a loud thud coming from the impact of the hit. Her grin grew wider, her eyes sharp as she watched Heather stumble a bit. She didn't expect Heather to shake the kick off so quick though, and thus, the Latina was caught off-guard by Heather's sudden punch. Her fist collided with Angel's head, causing the white-haired woman to stumble slightly back from her, but just like with the kick, Angel quickly shook off the attack. In towards Heather she bounded again, lifting her leg as if to swing another kick towards her side, but at the last moment the Latina instead ducked low, trying to sweep out Heather's legs from beneath her instead.

The match was starting out to be quite the back and forth battle in the start as Heather answered Angel's kick with her discus punch. She would watch the girl stumble back, thinking that this was her time to go on the offensive, but Angel would quickly come right back at her. She watched as Angel would lift up her leg, causing Heather to try and catch it this time, however Angel would instead duck down, sweeping her legs out from beneath her. Heather's eyes would widen as she yelped out in surprise, falling onto her back.

She would wince a little, letting out a small grunt as she tried her best to shake it off as quick as she possibly could. Of course, there would be a little delay, certainly not as fast as she recovered from that side kick. If she could react in time though, she would try to lift her boot up and kick out at Angel's gut.

Angel smiled in satisfaction as Heather went down, landing on the mat. She looked down at the woman with a smirk, letting out an audible tsk towards her.

"On your back already, chica? Figures..." She purred down towards her, taking a step towards her down opponent. She planned to continue her assault, ready to lift a leg to drop a heavy stomp into Heather's gut, when suddenly the darker-haired woman's own leg shot up towards her. Heather's boot planted itself into her stomach, causing Angel to double over forwards, stunned by the attack with wide eyes and a surprised gasp.

"Shut the hell up.." Heather let out through her groaning in response to Angel's words. The girl was definitely doing all she could to get to Heather and make her mad, and Heather was trying her best not to get too angry and cloud her judgement or mind.

As Angel stepped over to her, Heather kicked up her boot, connecting nice and square into Angel's gut. She grinned at the successful counter, but she knew she had no time to celebrate over something so small. Quickly, Heather scooted herself forward a bit and would shoot up both her legs, reaching out with her hand to attempt to grab Angel by her hair and draw her head into a tight headscissors, trying to use the strongest part of her body to her advantage as early as she could in the match.

Before Angel had a even a moment to try and shake off the attack, Heather's legs came up a second time, wrapping themselves around her head. Angel's eyes went wide again, even more so as Heather grabbed her hair, pulling her down into the headscissors. Quickly Angel's hands shot up, grabbing at her opponent's thighs, trying to pry them apart before Heather come tighten the hold harder around her. This was one of Angel's favored moves, and she was all too aware of how quickly the scissor hold could wear someone down, and most definitely did not want to be trapped inside it.