Av'12 AFW Title Match

As Heather tried her best to recover, Angel was still not giving her any time to do so. The girl was on her as soon as she sat up, and she would feel the sting in her scalp as Angel would yank her up by her hair. She clicked her tongue at her words before she was yanked up, her face slammed into the security wall after she was turned around.

She let out a loud yell, feeling the daze and pain of the slam as she would stumble back, falling back if Angel hadn't released her. She was starting to think the no DQ stipulation wasn't the smartest, but then again Heather was reassuring herself that she could use that to her advantage..somehow. Though at the moment, things weren't looking too good.

Angel smiled in sick satisfaction at the sound of Heather's face met the security barrier. She let go of the woman, letting her stumble away, listening with pleasure to the sound of Heather's yell as she dropped to the floor. "I'm not done with you yet, chica!" She called out, quickly stepping towards Heather again, glad to finally be in control of the match. Leaning down, she went to grab for one of Heather's naked, unclad legs. Lifting it up, the Latina tried to twist it around, so that Heather turned with it, so that the woman was lying on her stomach on the floor.

"Here it comes, slut!" She then called out, plenty loud enough for the audience in the first few nearby rows to hear. She lifted up Heather's leg higher, then in a swift downward motion, she would try to send it down, attempting to slam Heather's knee straight into the padded floor of the arena. She wanted Heather to hurt, and decided that taking care of her legs first was a good place to start.

"Gh..." Heather let out as she heard Angel's words, just rubbing her face, trying to recover herself before the girl would start to come after her. She was in a rough spot, on the receiving end of a good string of momentum, and as Angel would grab her leg and turn her onto her front, she knew that it was just going to continue.

Heather let out a little yell as her leg was raised up into the air before Angel slammed her knee down onto the padded floor. Heather yelled out again, trying to roll onto her side to rub her knee from the impact, shaking her head and biting her lip as she did. Luckily she had the padding and the material of her boot blocking her knee from directly hitting, but it still hurt her quite a bit.

Angel let Heather roll onto her side, stepping back after her quick attack to Heather's knee. She could tell it didn't phase the girl too much; she should have thought more about the boot. Probably still stung like hell though, enough to let Angel keep her momentum going.

She leaned down towards Heather after a brief moment, taking hold of her opponent by the wrist, giving her a sharp tug to help bring her back up onto her feet. Once Heather was up, she'd keep that grip on her, her other hand going towards Heather's long, dark hair, and with a sly smile she would try to drag Heather around the ring, right into view of the steel steps leading up into the ring. With a sudden, sharp yell, she then would try to launch Heather towards the steps, trying to throw the scantily-dressed woman right into them!

Heather continued to tend to her knee as Angel would lean down towards her. She was running through her head the possible ways to get back into it, hoping that Angel would stall enough to give her the time that she needed.

Soon though, she felt the girl grab her wrist and yank her up to her feet, Heather shaking her head a bit as she was lead around the ring by her wrist and hair. Gritting her teeth, she eyed the steps before Angel would toss her towards them, Heather bracing herself before she would use her momentum to jump up on top of them. If she could take Angel by surprise like that, she would leap backwards, trying to connect with her head and shoulder with a Whisper in the Wind.

Angel didn't expect Heather to be able to get atop of the stairs like that. She had expected the woman to smash into them, not to bound up onto the top of the metal steps. Her eyes went wide in surprise, as Heather rose up into the air, then leaped towards her, nailing her with the sudden aerial attack. Down to the floor Angel went, curling up and grabbing at her head, a hiss of pain and shock passing though her gritted teeth.

Colliding hard with Angel, Heather would roll to the side a bit, staring up at the lights as she took in and out deep breaths. She had to pace herself now with the match having been underway a long time, and she felt she had just the way to weaken Angel and even get her back a bit for all that she said to her. She would sit herself up, trying to turn Angel onto her back, facing her legs as she would attempt to crawl over her, pin her arms with with her legs and her legs down with her hands before trying to plant her bottom onto her face for a reverse facesit on the outside.

Angel was still reeling from Heather's airborne attack, as the longer haired woman sat up, reaching forward to push Angel onto her back. The Latina couldn't do much but comply, staring up at the lights confusedly for a moment, before she realized that Heather was crawling onto her. She let out a gasp as she felt her legs being pushed down by Heather's arms, and her arms being pushed down by Heather's legs.

"Get the hell off!" She cried out, snapping out of her daze quickly. She growled towards Heather, trying to buck and jerk her body upwards, knowing what was coming and trying to throw Heather off of herself before the girl's bottom could press against her face. She summoned up what strength she could in this position, hoping in desperation she could buck off Heather before the woman could pull off the facesit.

"Hah!?" Heather let out, surprised at how Angel somehow had suddenly regained her bearings, able to fight back against Heather trying to lock in that facesit. She would grit her teeth in frustration, thinking that she had the girl right where she wanted her with her limbs pinned to the floor. She was feeling herself losing her balance before she could even sit down on her face, knowing she would have to abandon keeping down Angel's legs if she wanted to keep her down.

"Stop...Struggling!!!" Heather let out, pulling her right hand up, trying to slam her fist hard into Angel's gut, trying to get her to stop her struggles so she could sit herself down, though knowing now Angel's legs were free.

Angel let out a howl as she felt Heather's fist slam into her gut. Her body jerked once, then went still for a moment, her struggling momentarily stopping as Heather hit her with the sudden attack. She hadn't expected that fist, and she had no way of defending against it, and it had hurt. Still though, she wasn't going to give up the opportunity that Heather was giving her.

As soon as she felt Heather release her legs, she stopped her struggling completely, letting the woman take a seat onto her face. As Heather did though, the flexible, leggy Latina lifted her legs up, trying to bend them back just enough that she could catch Heather's head with them, hoping that she would be able to use her considerable leg strength to snatch her long-haired opponent and jerk her back off of herself, wanting to break the facesit attempt once and for all.