Av'12 AFW Title Match

"Uagh!" Heather let out as Angel's fist collided with her head constantly, dazing her quite a bit as she would stop her punches. She grit her teeth, her head full with pain and pressure as the Scissor hold was locked in ridiculously tight, Angel's strong and bare thighs in the area she was squeezing her pressing up hard against her cheeks. There had to be a way to get out of this, and Heather needed to find that way quickly. She finally came up with an idea.

Fighting the daze in her head, feeling even close to passing out, Heather would attempt to turn her head to the side a bit, trying to open her mouth wide and bite down on the skin of Angel's thighs.

Angel smiled, almost in a cruel sort of way, as Heather's punches stopped, the girl stopping her assault on Angel's legs. With one hand, she grabbed Heather by her hair, giving the woman a painful, sharp jerk as her thighs closed tighter around her, squeezing the girl with every ounce of strength she could muster from her powerful, strong legs.

"Give it up, slut!" She cried out, giving Heather's hair a second, sharper jerk, her voice taking on a commanding tone. "I'm not letting go unt--aaARGH!" Angel suddenly yelped out loudly, in pain, as Heather's mouth managed to open, her teeeth clamping down on the Latina's thigh. Without a moment's hesitation, her legs instinctively opening slightly, most of the pressure from the hold gone now. Just desserts, she figured, seeing as how she had did the same thing to escape from Heather's earlier headscissors, but she wasn't going to give it up just yet.

Releasing Heather's hair, she balled her hand into a fist again, bringing it down hard onto Heather's skull once more, then again, her voice sounding pissed as she tried to clobber her opponent with another round of sharp punches. "I thought I said give it up!" She practically screamed, pissed that Heather had still had the energy to pull off the cheap biting attack.

"Gaah!!!!" Heather yelled out in pain as Angel would pull hard on her hair, causing her eyes to water a bit from the burning sensation on her scalp. The squeezing was becoming nearly unbearable and she needed to do whatever she could to get out as soon as possible or she knew she wouldn't be able to keep conscious for long.

"N-no!! Aaagh!!" She yelled out at that second pull, doing the bite that she did earlier. She felt the girl's legs start to open slightly, seeing the opening that she knew she could take. However, she would instead feel Angel slam her fist down on the top of her head, dazing her even more as Heather struggled to push at Angel's thighs, desperately trying to slip out. She was seconds away from passing out and she knew that if she couldn't free herself here it would be over.

"Yes!" Angel cried back at Heather's yell, determination on her face as she she tried to keep her legs closed, trying to tighten them back up again Heather's prying of her legs. Once again, her hand went for Heather's hair, grasping it tightly and pulling back on it again. She wanted to keep Heather distracted by the pain, keep her focus off of her legs so that she could get them closed again, trying to make her submission last as long as she could before Heather found a way to weasel out of the hold.

"Ngugh..haah..I'm..not..giving..up.." Heather let out, refusing with all her might as she tried her best to slip out of the hold. She was doing enough to keep Angel's legs from fully closing again, giving her a little time to regain herself, but then the girl would just pull back on her hair again, Heather yelling out in pain. "You..fucking..cheap bitch!!" Heather yelled out, incredibly frustrated at what Angel was doing. She felt the girl's legs closing in again, getting tighter.

This was it. Heather knew she couldn't hold on for too long. Her body was on the brink of giving up and Angel was about to secure the hold again. Heather grit her teeth, yelling out with all she had before she picked her head up just slightly trying to throw it back onto Angel's crotch, her struggles failing her afterwards, letting Angel secure the hold again fully if her head bump didn't work.

With Heather's head trapped snugly between Angel's thighs, the woman would find it hard to be able to ram her head into the Latina's crotch, even with the hold loosened the slight amount that it was. Thankfully for Heather though, Angel didn't plan on finishing her like this; her sole intention with the headscissors was to wear Heather down, sap the energy from her body so that Angel could do even worse things to her.

Feeling Heather's struggling failing her between Angel's legs, the Latina would wait a moment, then slowly start to part her legs open, slipping away from Heather. She smiled at the woman as she began to stand up, tsking down at her. "I'm not done with you, slut...not yet." She whispered down towards Heather. She waited a moment, wondering just how rattled Heather really was after her headscissors hold...

Heather's last attempt at escaping clearly didn't work, finding that she didn't really have enough room to do what she was planning. She would let out a little whimpering sound, her legs sliding all over the mat before suddenly she felt those legs slowly start to part, relieving her of the pressure as Angel would slip away from her afterwards.

Heather would roll onto her side, rubbing her neck and head, trying to soothe the pain as much as she could as she groaned out. She breathed in and out heavily, taking in what she could to get the blood flowing before she would hear Angel's whispers. "Gh...b..bitch.." Heather let out in a weak voice, gritting her teeth afterwards. She wasn't in a good spot at all, and Angel seemed quite confident in her ability at the moment.

"That's right," Angel continued with her taunting towards her opponent. "Just lie there and take it, like the little whore you are..." She smirked, watching Heather roll onto her side. She wasn't about to let the woman have too much of a chance to recover, so as Heather rolled over, Angel extended a leg towards her, going to push her back onto her back again. Once she did that, she looked up, turning to look directly into one of the many cameras sitting around the ring. She grinned into it, giving the camera a slow, sultry wink, giving the fans at home something to enjoy, before turning her attention back to Heather.

The Latina took a pair of short steps forward, so that one foot rested on either side of Heather's head, Angel looking down at her body. Deciding to put on a good show for the attending audience, she lifted both hands up above her head, slowly beginning to sway back and forth, her hips slowly gyrating from one side to another. She held this pose for a few short seconds, this sultry, taunting dance, before slowly starting to lower herself downwards, towards Heather lying beneath her. She was going straight for the promised face sit on the woman, intent on humiliating her here in front of the biggest audience of the year.

"Shut..the hell..up.." Heather let out at Angel's words as she lie there on her side. She was trying her best still to recuperate and recover herself as soon as she could, but it was clear Angel wasn't going to let her. As she was turned onto her back again, she would wince a little, expecting the girl to attack her right away, but instead what she saw was Angel giving a little wink to the camera, clearly putting on a little show. Heather clicked her tongue at the sight, groaning still before Angel would walk over to her, her feet on either side of her head.

She watched as Angel started to do her little taunting dance, causing Heather a great deal of frustration, fuming inside that Angel thought she could take the time to taunt like that right above her. As the girl slowly started to lower her ass towards her face, Heather would quickly throw her fist up, trying to connect directly with Angel's crotch before she would try to slip away from underneath her.

Angel had thought Heather was more out of it than she was. She had thought her headscissors, coming from her mighty legs, would have taken a bit more of the wind from Heather's sails, left her helpless for a few moments longer.

Obviously, she was wrong.

She didn't realize what was happening until Heather's fist slammed into her crotch, a rush of pain coursing though her body from the sudden blow. The Latina's eyes went wide, the woman left in shock and surprise. Both of her hands naturally dropping to her crotch, holding herself tenderly, and as Heather slipped away from Angel, the Latina fell forward, coming to rest on her knees, staring off into space as she tried to recover from the sudden, cheap low blow...