Av'12 AFW Title Match

"Haah!" Heather let out as her fist collided with Angel's crotch. Stopping that facesit gave her a ridiculous amount of relief. She had quite the good feeling that Angel would have put her to sleep under her ass like that, and that would have been the end of it. She was overly thankful that the girl took her time to taunt her instead of just locking it in right after the headscissors.

"You're..done..bitch.." Heather let out, pushing herself up before she would get Angel in a front facelock from her kneeling position, trying to swing her leg back before throwing it forward hard, looking to use the momentum to hit her with that signature vicious DDT that Heather always did.

By the time Angel had finally shaken off the cheap shot to her lady bits, it was too late. Heather was up on her own knees, and before the Latina could react, she was pulled into the facelock. Her hands naturally shot up from her crotch to Heather's arm, trying to pry it apart before things could get worse, but it was useless. Heather snapped her forward with the DDT, Angel dropping to the mat with a loud, sharp grunt. Her body jerked around before finally curling up, Angel's hands sliding up to hold her neck weakly, the Latina left panting and dazed upon the mat afterwards.

"Aah...hah." Heather laughed to herself a bit in disbelief as she slammed Angel's head down on the mat. This was it. If she could do this, the prize would be her's. She wasted no time at all in quickly getting herself up, turning Angel onto her back if she wasn't already. She would push herself onto her feet, running over to the turnbuckle, stumbling a bit from her still dizziness as she did. She would look back at Angel just for a quick second before she grabbed the top rope.

From there, Heather would leap up onto the second rope, jump off that one to the top, where she would propel herself off with a corkscrew moonsault, looking to hit Angel with her finishing move, the SunderSault 2.0.

Angel groaned weakly as Heather pushed her onto her back, her arms falling to her sides, sprawling out upon the mat beside her. She looked up blankly towards the lights, still reeling from the quick double assault of the low blow and the DDT. Her breath was quite hard now, her chest raggedly falling up and down with each breath she took, droplets of sweat dripping from her face, rolling down the sides of her cheeks to drip to the canvas below. She didn't realize where Heather had gone off to, more concerned at the moment with catching her breath, with gathering the energy to stand.

She stared upwards, towards the bright lights above, staring up with an expressionless look on her face. It wasn't until the lights suddenly blacked out, that the dark shadow of the falling Heather crossed her vision, that she realized what was going on. Before she had time to move, time to react, time to do anything, it was too late again. Heather slammed into Angel's body with the SunderSault, causing the Latina to let out another shrill cry of pain. Her entire body jerked as Heather crashed into her, her arms and legs flying up for a brief moment before dropping back down to the mat, Angel's head rolling to the side weakly. The crowd went silent as they watched the two women collide, wondering if that had been enough to take Angel out of the battle...

As Heather went and leaped off the turnbuckle, time felt like it came to a halt. It felt like an eternity for her as she flew through the air gracefully with her finishing maneuver. The rush of adrenaline that flowed through Heather was enough to make someone go absolutely mad as she headed straight towards the girl that was lying there on the mat. For Heather it felt like minutes passed by, wondering if she was going to hit another body or if she was going to slam hard down onto the mat. Finally, the wait was over for Heather and she felt herself collide hard with Angel's body.

Heather breathed out the biggest sigh of relief that she felt that she ever did in her life. She didn't even want to think about what would have happened if Angel moved out of the way. However this was no time to celebrate. Just because she hit her finisher meant absolutely nothing. She would quickly scurry to pull Angel's leg up, hooking it for the pin as the ref girl would slide into place, counting a pin that Heather felt would probably take even longer than that move. "One!" The first sound felt like a crazy echo throughout the ring before the ref girl hit the mat for a second time "Two!" Heather held her breath, shutting her eyes tightly as she waited, hoping to hear that final count.

Angel didn't stir as Heather slid onto her, lifting up her leg for the pin. She didn't make a single movement, as her opponent's curvy body rubbed against her own sultry form, pressing down against her, pinning her to the mat. Not even when the first count was called, did the Latina make a single motion, not even a single sound of resistance against Heather as the woman pressed desperately into her.

It wasn't until the second count was called, that Angel suddenly snapped back into reality. She didn't give a shit about a count of one. A count of one didn't mean much to her. It was the second count that did it, the sound of the word 'two' like an alarm to hear, signalling her to wake the hell up and get back into the game. She wasn't about to let Heather beat her, not pinning her like this, not with so much on the line. That's why, as the referee's hand dropped towards the mat, Angel suddenly took in a deep breath, gathering all her strength for what she had to do.

At the last possible moment, the moment right before the referee's hand hit the mat for the third and final time, Angel suddenly bucked up, twisting her body to the side, pushing herself upwards to break the pin. The referee shook her head, jumping to her feet and shaking her head no towards the officials at ringside, waiting with the bell to call the end of the match. Angel was still in this; the match would continue.

Angel, though glad to have broken the pin, dropped back onto the mat, starting to breath heavily again. She had escaped a close loss, but she still had to deal with taking down Heather once and for all, and at the moment, she wasn't exactly in the position to do so...

After an eternity went by again, Heather holding her breath in anticipation for that third count, putting it all right there thinking she had accomplished it, she would suddenly feel Angel push herself away, kicking out of the pin. Heather would slowly get up onto her knees, staring at the girl in disbelief. "...What?.." Heather said to herself, thinking it was absolutely crazy that she didn't hear that third count.

After all that they've been through in the match, Angel could still kick out, much to Heather's dismay. The girl was incredibly tough, but Heather wasn't about to give up there. If Angel was that tough, Heather would just have to show her that she was tougher. If Angel wanted to be so resilient, Heather was going to give her as much of a run for her money as humanly possible.

She would go to push Angel onto her front, sitting on the girl's lower back before she would attempt to wrap her arms around the girl's neck, planting her feet on the ground as she would try to lock her in her submission finisher, Rightfully Mine, pulling back with everything that she had if she was able to lock the move in successfully.

Just like before, when Angel was shoved onto her back by Heather, she wasn't exactly in any shape to stop her from pushing her onto her front side. She ended up lying facedown against the mat, still trying to regain her bearings, to catch her breath, and to draw up her inner reserves of energy. She knew Heather wasn't going to give her much time though, and unfortunately for her, her assumption would be true.

She felt Heather settle onto her, taking a seat onto her back. That snapped her slightly out of the daze she was in, but it wasn't until she felt Heather's arms trying to snake around her neck that she was fully awoke, realizing she was about to be in another troublesome spot. "Hell no!" She suddenly screamed, the words violently ripping themselves from Angel's lips, furious, yet still tired, look crossing over her face. She was not about to let Heather get her into another submission hold. If that slut thought she could make Angel submit to her, she had another thing coming!

The Latina's own hands raised up, quickly grabbing Heather by the wrists before she could get her arms around Angel's neck, before she could lock in her submission. Her mind raced, as she tried to think of a way out of this situation. As tired as she was, Heather's fat ass on her back was making it way too hard to try and rise, and holding Heather by the wrists would only stop her for so long. She still seemed stuck, almost lost in her thought as she tried to think of a way to turn things back to her favor.

"C-come on!" Heather let out as she felt Angel grab her wrists, stopping her from putting her in that submission hold. The fact that the girl could still fight back this much was driving Heather nuts. She HAD to lock in this submission hold. She couldn't let Angel get back the offensive at any costs. There was no way in her mind that she would allow her to turn the tables after all she's done. She would grit her teeth hard, growling out as she narrowed her eyes. She WAS going to lock in this submission hold.

She would put all her strength into her arms, trying to force them around Angel's neck against the girl's grabbing her wrists. There was no taunting, no words, just grunts and groans from Heather as she fought against Angel. For good measure, Heather would push up on her feet a little, trying to lift up her waist for just a second before attempting to slam it down hard on Angel's back, trying to do it as quick as she possibly could, hoping that Angel was too focused on fighting her arms to escape from her in that second.

As Heather placed all her strength into her arms, knowing she had to lock in this submission on Angel, the Latina did just the same, using all the strength she could muster to keep those arms from locking in on her, using all her might to keep herself from getting trapped within the submission. She struggled with Heather, her sweat-covered skin shining beneath the bright, hot lights of the arena as she did all she could to keep the finisher from being applied. She was completely focused on Heather, completely focused on finding a way to break this hold completely and make her escape. She had to find a way out, and she had to find it now. It wasn't easy though, and every second she struggled with the woman, she could feel herself growing weaker and weaker. Almost, for a brief moment, she almost decided to just give in, to just let Heather get the hold locked in on her and just give it up...

But then, the longer haired woman rose up off of Angel, just for a second. Angel wasn't sure why Heather was lifting herself up, but that single second, that precious moment, was all she needed, all she wanted. The moment Heather's weight shifted upwards, and she began to lift up off the Latina, Angel released her arms, grabbing the mat with both hands to brace herself, as she suddenly tried to buck her body upwards towards Heather. She hoped that this sudden movement would catch the woman off her guard, would throw her off of Angel, and would give the Latina a chance to escape and regroup with herself.