Av'12 AFW Title Match

As Heather lifted herself up, trying to slam herself down onto Angel to completely get rid of her resistance, she would somehow find the girl able to use that short second to let go of her arms and buck herself up. Heather's eyes widened at the sudden movement, knocked up a bit as she would fall onto her side next to Angel. Another chance of victory slipped away straight from her fingertips. Another sign that she had it disappearing just like that. She wanted to get furious, but she completely held herself back, taking a deep breath as she rolled just a bit, getting up to her feet.

"Gh..you..really should just stay down.." Heather let out, taking a little breather. She had put alot in trying to get that submission locked in, but she was sure that she was currently better off than Angel, the girl just being hit with two big moves from Heather. She would prep herself a bit, watching for Angel to start getting up before she would charge her, attempting to hit her with a shining wizard.

An audible sigh of relief passed Angel's lips, as she felt Heather getting tossed away from herself. She collapsed back down onto the mat afterwards, trying still to think of a way to turn this around to her advantage. She wouldn't think for too long though, realizing that staying in the ring with Heather wasn't the best idea in the world. She needed to get away from her, get some space between herself and her opponent, so she could clear her mind and come up with a plan.

Taking a deep breath as she lied there, she started to roll away from Heather, not wanting to expend the energy to get back up to her feet. Two full rolls brought her right to the edge of the ring, and with a final bit of effort, she let herself slip feet first off of the apron to the floor outside of the ring, marking her second departure from the ring this match. She pushed herself off of the apron, staggering back towards the security barricade, just wanting to be away from the ring for the moment. She leaned backwards against the barricade, her hands propped up behind her against it, her head hanging downwards, but her eyes pointing up, just up enough that she could watch the ring, and could keep an eye on Heather while she took a moment to rest.

"Ah!" Heather let out, stopping her charge right when she saw Angel start rolling. She would click her tongue as the girl made an escape for the outside, causing her to shake her head. "...Just stay in the damn ring.." Heather let out, a little frustrated admittedly at Angel's escape. The match was near it's end, and now this girl was prolonging it even more. She had to admit, it was a smart strategy, but it didn't mean Heather couldn't be a bit mad at it.

"Fine then.." Heather let out, exiting the ring the opposite side that Angel did. She would pull up the apron, crawling underneath the ring as quickly as she could to get to the side Angel was on. She was trying to be as crafty as she could with this. The girl could see her in the ring, leaving a surprise attack to be quite hard, but Heather had the idea. She would grab a kendo stick as she was under there, making her way through what was underneath before reaching the other side. She peaked out a little, making sure Angel was still there before she would quickly come up out from the apron looking to run at Angel and slam her in her gut with the kendo stick.

Angel leaned against the security barricade, letting her breath slow as she watched Heather slip out of the ring. She lifted her head up, tilting it curiously towards the side. Why was Heather leaving the ring on the completely opposite side as the one the Latina was on? Angel was confused for a moment, wondering just what her opponent was up to. When Heather suddenly ducked down, vanishing from her side, Angel went on guard, knowing that something was amiss. She quickly looked towards the left side of the ring, then to the right, then quickly back to the left again. Heather was gone, completely, and Angel had no clue where she was at.

That is, she had no clue until it dawned on her what Heather was up to. Even as fatigued as she was, Angel wasn't stupid, and could guess that Heather was under the ring, though for what purpose she wasn't entirely sure. Did she expect Angel to come looking for her? Did she really think Angel was that foolish? The Latina let out a quiet sigh under her breath, somewhat insulted that Heather thought she would do something so dumb. She wasn't going to come looking for trouble, she was going to let Heather come to her. No point in wasting what little bits of precious energy she had left, after all.

She remained on her guard, bringing her arms back around to her front side, ready to swing them up into a defensive position at a moment's notice. Her eyes darted around, left and right, right and left, waiting for Heather to make her reappearance. She almost, almost missed the subtle moving of the apron when Heather peaked out towards her. In fact, it wasn't until she heard a fan crying out from the other side of the barricade behind her that she realized where Heather was.

"Look down!!" She heard the excited voice yell to her, causing Angel to snap to attention and aim her vision downwards, just in time to see Heather springing out from under the ring. Not for the first time in this match, Angel's eyes went wide, as she scrambled to push herself off the barricade. Her instinct completely took over as she did so, and in a desperate attempt to halt Heather's charging attack, her toned, powerful leg came shooting straight up, aimed in a rising arc towards Heather's chin as the woman lunged in towards her!

Heather was completely focused all the way to the other side of the ring underneath it. She was very careful that she didn't give herself away as she rushed to the other side, thinking this plan to be perfect. When she checked if Angel was still there, she was elated that the girl had stayed put. All she had to do is pop out now and take her by surprise. Now was her chance.

She would burst out from under the ring, heading straight towards Angel as she heard that stupid fan yell out where she was. "Sh-shit!" Heather yelled out, unable to stop her charge as Angel's foot would come crashing with her chin, sending her onto her back. She would groan out in pain, cursing the fact that that fan had just helped Angel out. If it wasn't for that, Heather was fully sure she would have Angel right where she wanted her. She couldn't believe that idiot would ruin her momentum like that. For now though, Heather was lying on her back, rubbing her chin from the impact.

Angel felt elated as her high kick came up, smacking Heather in the chin and bringing her to the floor below. For a moment, she was almost scared, almost worried that she would be too slow and be unable to stop Heather's charge.

Almost.

When Heather hit the floor, Angel knew she needed to act, and she needed to act now. She forced herself into action, riding high on adrenaline as she moved forwards, approaching her downed opponent. She bent in low as she stepped towards Heather, lifting up the kendo stick from where the woman had dropped it. She gripped in tight in one hand, looking down at Heather with a sneer, with a hateful look in her eyes. She was tired of Heather's shit. She was ready to give the woman a full beating and show her just what she thought of Heather.

"Slut!" She yelled down at Heather, lifting the kendo stick above her head. "You want to pull a weapon on me, I'll give you a fucking weapon!" She lifted her other arm quickly grabbing the hilt of the weapon with both hands, then in a single, swift motion it brought it swinging downwards, trying to strike Heather across her bare, unprotected midsection with the heavy wooden weapon.

Heather let out a groan as she dealt with the nagging pain that was running through her head from that kick. The fact that Angel retaliated like that meant quite a bit of trouble for Heather. The girl was standing over her and Heather had dropped her kendo stick. She at the moment wasn't thinking of what might happen, but Angel was about to show her quite well.

She would hear Angel yell out that same insult she's been calling her the entire match, causing her to grit her teeth in frustration again, but that was nothing compared to what the girl was about to do. She felt that kendo stick come down hard across her midsection, causing spittle to fly out her mouth and her to yell out loudly in pain, the air knocked out of her a little as she rolled onto her side, holding her gut from the sting.

Angel didn't let up as Heather rolled onto her side. She had to keep going, had to push herself as far as she could. She couldn't afford to let Heather have another chance. She had to ride her own adrenaline and hatred for the woman to a victory, no matter what the cost.

When Heather rolled onto her side, Angel lifted her foot up, giving the girl a rough shove with it, trying to push Heather onto her stomach, facedown on the floor. With a grim sneer across her face, then then stepped over Heather with one foot, moving to take a seat on the woman's back. She hadn't planned on using a weapon in this match; it left a nasty taste in her mouth to resort to such measures. She didn't even like having to do so in her match at the previous Summer Splash against Sarah Gatt. She had hoped she could carry this match to it's ending without weapons getting involved, but if Heather wanted to pull it on her, she would show the woman what she could do when properly equipped.

As she took her seat on Heather's back, she reached around with the kendo stick, hooking it beneath Heather's chin. She kept her lower grip on it with one hand, the other moving to the upper part of the weapon, holding it just as tightly. Then, Angel began to pull back on it, trying to pull the weapon against Heather's neck, wanting nothing more than to choke out her hated enemy with the stick.

Heather grunted out as Angel would roughly shove her with her foot, putting her onto her stomach, facedown. Heather would still rub her abs as she lie there before Angel would take a seat on her back, hooking that kendo stick under her chin and starting to pull back, really choking her with it. "Gh...gaack!!" Heather yelled out as much as she could in the choke, her legs sliding around as she frantically tried to pull at the kendo stick with her hands.

She tried her best to relieve the choke, getting as much air as she could, feeling herself getting a little lightheaded. She grit her teeth, looking to her side, noticing how close they were to the apron. Heather would throw her hand under the apron, fishing for whatever she could find. Inside she found a pair of brass knucks, sliding her hand into them as she winced her eyes. She pulled her hand out, throwing it back, trying to punch at Angel blindly, looking to connect with wherever she could to get her off her, unable to stand the choke for very much longer.

Angel continued to pull back on the kendo stick, putting as much strength as she could muster into it. "Give up!" She yelled at Heather, leaning backwards to help put more pressure onto the woman's neck. "This is fucking over, chica!" With gritted teeth she pulled, and pulled, wanting nothing more than to see Heather finally go limp within the deadly embrace of Angel and the weapon.

So focused was she upon watching Heather's head for signs of defeat, that she didn't notice the woman reaching under the ring, feeling around for something to help her out. Angel kept pulling as Heather kept searching, and it wasn't until Heather began to pull her arm back that Angel looked up, noticing that Heather was up to something.

"Shit!!" She yelled again, seeing the flash of metal upon the back of Heather's hand. She tried to pull back harder on the kendo stick, tried to muster just a bit more power into choking out the woman, but suddenly Heather's hand came swinging wildly backwards towards her. Angel winced once, and then twice, as two lightly stinging blows nailed her right in her side. Realizing that choking out Heather was going to be harder than she expected, Angel let go of the kendo stick with her upper hand, pulling it away with the other. She began to rise up, wanting to back off from Heather for a moment before she got struck again (and more solidly) by the dangerous weapon. As she rose though, she used her free hand to give a rough shove to the back of Heather's head, trying to push it into the floor as she got off of her, slowly taking a step away from the woman.

She backed off, just out of Heather's reach, clutching her weapon tightly with one hand still. She began to watch Heather again, waiting for the woman to try and rise, and when she did the Latina would rush in towards her, trying to bring the stick straight down onto the back of Heather's head.