Av'12 AFW Title Match

As Heather finally sat down on Angel's face, she would let out a sigh of relief and grin. However, before she could do any sort of taunting or hold her down long enough to really weaken her, she would suddenly feel Angel's legs shoot up and catch her head, Heather's eyes widening as Angel would jerk her off with her legs, causing Heather to yelp out before she would quickly try to roll away.

"Tch..damnit.." Heather let out, admittedly quite a bit frustrated that Angel had forced her off so soon. She really needed to weaken her, and Angel was throwing back all her efforts at doing so. Heather would narrow her eyes, getting up on one knee to wait for Angel to get up. "..Alright, you're good.." Heather let out as she went to stand fully, trying to calm herself down.

Angel took in a deep breath of air as she hauled Heather off of herself, glad she didn't have to deal with her fat ass sitting on top of her face for too long. She closed her eyes, just for a brief moment, taking in a second breath, then opened them again, moving to roll in the opposite direction that Heather had moved, wanting to put some space between herself and the woman.

Slowly she then sat up, shaking her head as she looked over at Heather. "I'm the best chica..." She replied back to her, starting to rise up herself as her opponent did, never once taking her gaze from the woman. "I'll admit, you're not too bad, but...just not good enough!" A wide grin crossed her face with those words, causing her to look even more like a bitch than she had earlier in the match.

Once she got up to her feet, she raised up her arms protectively, gesturing towards the ring with her head. "C'mon, chica," she began, slowly beginning to edge towards it. "How about we get back in there and finish this, huh?"

Heather would narrow her eyes as she heard Angel's reply to what she said. She would click her tongue a bit, part of her regretting in even complimenting the girl. She should have known she would have gotten such a response. She would just shake her head and prepare herself as much as she could, making sure her head was fully in the match so as to not make any silly mistakes from here on out.

"..Sounds good to me." Heather would let out, making her way to the ring as well, though not hesitating one bit, sliding in right when she reached the apron. She would step back a bit, giving Angel room to get in herself, wanting to finish this match off in the right way. This was it. Both girls had it in their mind that the end was soon, and Heather was planning on making sure that end came up in her favor.

Angel grinned cockily at Heather, waiting for her to move towards the ring before following her towards it, doing the same. She slid onto the apron and right under the ropes, her body like a snake slithering into the ring. She was ready to end this, once and for all, to put Heather down and finally get the title belt she had worked her ass so hard to get. She wasn't going to lose this, no way in hell.

Up to her feet she came, standing up straight near the ropes, taking a deeper breath to steady her nerves. She couldn't afford to make any mistakes, couldn't afford to do anything wrong from this point on. This was it. Time to put this bitch where she belonged. She watched Heather for one moment longer, then gestured towards her, a cocky look on her face. "Come and get it, chica. Come and get it..."

"Don't even have to ask." Heather let out at Angel's words as she shook her hands a little, stretching out her legs a little more. Angel wasn't an easy opponent, that much has become clear. Heather needed to come off right off the bat with a bit move. She had to play it smart, and she figured that she might actually have an idea.

She would charge towards Angel, trying to send her foot up to the girl's gut. Of course, Heather was hoping that Angel would catch it, in which she would attempt to jump up and spin her body, looking to hit her with a spinning mule kick.

Angel watched, as Heather came charging in towards her. She couldn't help but grin a little wider; she didn't think Heather was going to try and be this reckless so deep into the match, but she wasn't going to miss her chance to punish her for it by standing there laughing at her.

The Latina waited, biding her time until Heather came in close, her leg firing up for the kick. Instead of grabbing at it, like perhaps a lesser experienced wrestler would do, Angel instead darted to the side, out of the way of the kick. As she did so, she went down low, extending her own leg outwards towards the sole leg that Heather stood upon as she went for the kick. In a single arcing motion of her own leg, Angel tried to sweep out Heather's from beneath her, wanting to put the woman back onto the mat where she belonged, much as she did back at the start of the match.

"Aaagh!!!!" Heather yelled out in frustration as she missed the kick. She was cursing herself repeatedly in her head, asking herself how she could be so stupid. Of course Angel wasn't going to fall right into her trap and catch her leg. Heather couldn't believe she thought that the girl would do such a thing. Now Heather knew she had to be on the defensive and in a big way.

However, before she could do anything, she felt Angel's kick collide withthe back of her leg, causing Heather to yelp out as she would be tripped onto her back, groaning out in pain as she lie there.

Angel wasn't going to waste time, not with Heather on her back like this. She needed to take advantage of the moment and get back in control of things, and she had just the plan in mind for that.

She stayed low after she swept out Heather's legs, moving around towards the woman's head as she lied there on the mat. With both hands, she reached for Heather's long hair, letting herself drop completely onto the canvas, adjusting her legs so that she could try to jerk her opponent's head in between her powerful thighs. She was trying to pull Heather into a headscissors submission, wanting to get back at her for doing the same to Angel earlier in the match, and knowing that if she could get the hold locked in, it would go a long ways towards preparing Heather for the end.

Heather was gritting her teeth, trying to get herself up and back into the game before she would feel Angel grab hold of her hair, causing her to yell out before she would be pulled into that headscissor hold, immediately feeling the pressure. "Gaagh!! D-damnit!!" Heather yelled out in pain, clenching her fists as she kicked her legs in a panic.

Just as Angel knew, Heather knew quite well how much pressure that a headscissor hold could do and what it could lead into. She needed to get out right away. She would frantically ball her fists up still, slamming them into Angel's thighs over and over, trying to get her to break the hold before it did too much damage.

Angel gave Heather a nice, hard jerk, pulling her head in-between her thighs, then letting them clamp shut on the girl, starting to put the squeeze onto her. She wanted Heather to suffer in this hold, wanting to make her hurt after putting Angel through it earlier.

Unfortunately, Heather wasn't just going to lie there and take it. The Latina began to wince, as Heather struck her thighs, again and again with her frantic punches. "Cut it out!" She hissed angrily towards her, wincing through the pain of the blows. She decided to take another page of out Heather's book, and just like she had done earlier in the match to Angel, Angel balled up her own fist. She began to slam it repeatedly into the side of Heather's head, trying to knock her around in an attempt to slow or even stop her own punches, so that Angel could get her scissors locked in nice and tight against her.