Av'12 AFW Title Match

Heather's body was dying from air and with how far Angel was pulling her back, Heather's back even started to become a little sore. She needed a way out of that as quickly as possible and luckily for her the brass knuckles were there to help her out with that. She felt Angel give that one hard tug on her, making it seem like she was going to rip her in half before Heather would hit her in the side twice hard with those punched from the brass knuckles. Heather at first thought it wasn't even going to work, but finally Angel released the choke hold, backing off from her. She felt the girl shove her head hard, pushing it into the floor, causing Heather to groan out in pain. The girl was really pushing it on Heather and she needed to get herself back into the fight somehow.

As she started to push herself up, she would suddenly feel that hard impact crack with the back of her head, causing her vision to flutter just a bit as she would be sent crashing down onto her front. She barely moved as she lie there, on the brink of being knocked out. Her head was spinning and she was in an intense daze, just happy that they were outside of the ring so Angel couldn't score any sort of pinfall or submission over her as she lie there, breathing in and out heavily.

As the kendo stick smashed into Heather's skull, driving her back down to the floor, Angel suddenly leaned forward, dropping the weapon as she placed her hands on her knees, suddenly gasping, breathing hard. The exhaustion of the long, brutal match was catching up with her. She needed to end things, now.

Taking another deep breath to steady herself, Angel leaned in towards Heather, grabbing her roughly by the hair with both hands. She began to haul the woman back up onto her feet, jerking her up and moving to toss her back into the ring. As she did so, though, she made certain to roughly kick the kendo stick away, sending it sliding across the floor out of reach of both of the women. After all, she didn't want to run the risk of Heather somehow getting her hands back on it.

She went to throw Heather under the ropes, rolling her back into the ring. Then, the Latina went to slide under the ropes and back in after Heather, grabbing the ropes with one hand once she was back inside to help pull herself back up to her feet. She eyed Heather coldly as the woman lied there, wary of coming too close until she could guess just how badly that last shot with the stick had hurt the woman.

Heather took her time breathing in and out as she lie there nearly motionless on the ground. She was taking in everything that she could to try and recover herself before it was too late from that hard hit to the back of her head. She was hoping Angel would give her enough time, but she would then feel the girl lift her up roughly by her hair, tossing her into the ring. Heather rolled a little ways to the other end of the ring, lying there on her front as she breathed in and out deeply.

Her head was spinning from that hit, she was seeing doubles, she needed to refocus herself as soon as possible as she watched Angel get into the ring. She looked up at her cold stare, not moving an inch from where she was lying. She needed to take as much time she could, and she wasn't sure she could really fight well if she just got up and started going after her. Lying there, Heather would continue taking in those breaths, her daze still quite present in her as she did.

Angel smirked at Heather, lying there across the ring. She eyed her for a moment, confident that the dark-haired woman was near dead at this point. Taking another deep breath, she began to make her way across the ring towards Heather, she decided to finally, finally finish this match, to finally put that slut away for good.

When she neared Heather, she leaned down, grabbing the woman by her long hair again, in order to pull her back up to her feet. With a look of grim determination splashed across her face, she pulled Heather up, giving her hair a few good, rough jerks, just for good measure. Once she had her up on her feet, Angel then grabbed for her wrist, and taking but a brief moment to steady herself, she suddenly moved to send Heather across the ring, trying to toss her to the other ropes in hopes of a rebound.

When Heather hit the opposite ropes, Angel braced herself, waiting for the woman to rebound, and if she did, the Latina would be ready. The moment she came back towards Angel, her leg would come shooting up, every bit of strength she had behind a hard, power superkick, aimed right at Heather's chin, a simple, yet deadly, finisher known to her as The Angel's Kiss.

As Heather would lie there, breathing heavily to regain herself, she would watch what Angel was doing, seeing her start to approach her. Heather grit her teeth, groaning as she would quickly try her best to push herself up. Unfortunately for her, Angel was forcing her to get up on her own time, pulling her up by her hair yet again, jerking her around a bit with her hair.

She felt the girl grab her wrist, next thing she knew she was thrown into the ropes. She wanted to regain herself and refocus to leap back at the girl to give her a good counter, but with that vicious hit to her head, her mind was still rattled a bit, not really helped at all when Heather ran right into t hat sudden superkick by Angel.

Heather crashed down onto her back, groaning out just a bit from that kick, barely moving whatsoever as she was sprawled out from Angel's finisher.

The sound of her boot connecting with Heather's chin, the shock that ran up her leg when her finisher hit it's mark, sending Heather to the mat, was music to Angel's ears. She watched as the woman dropped to the mat, causing Angel's fans in the audience to go nuts, jumping to their feet to wildly cheer and scream for their favorite of the two wrestlers.

Angel herself wasted no time, not wanting to give up the opportunity to finally finish this. She lunged forward as Heather sprawled out upon the mat, sliding onto her nearly naked body. She reached down, going to quickly lift up one of Heather's legs for a pin, and as she did so, the sneering hate seemed to melt from her face, replaced by an almost sultry, playful look. She pressed down against Heather's body as she lifted that leg up, leaning her head down to whisper softly to the woman, as she lied there beneath the Latina.

"It's over, little whore..." She whispered softly towards Heather, her voice edged with just the hint of a sultry purr. The referee dropped down to the mat at the same time, slapping it once and calling out the first of the three counts. "One!!"

Heather was completely layed out on the ground from Angel's superkick finisher, the only movement being her chest rising and falling dramatically. How the tables turned as now the crowd were up on their feet, seeing if Angel was about to pin Heather for the three count, seeing if it was enough to take the high-flyer down. Heather's head was turned to the side as Angel would lunged towards her, sliding onto her body and lifting one of her legs, their bodies pressing together as she would whisper in her ear.

Heather let out a little whimper as the ref counted to one, hearing the whisper from Angel. Inside her head, she was begging her body to react, begging her body to move and kick out of the pinfall, but her body was just not answering her. As the ref girl slammed her hand down again "TWO!" Heather clenched her fists, putting all her will into putting energy into her body.

Yelling out loud, Heather would push up Angel off her with all her energy, using whatever she could muster at the very last second before the ref girl could slam her hand down for the third count.

Angel lied against Heather, confident that this was it, that she had finally picked up the victory and won the title she so rightfully deserved. When she heard the two-count, her heart began to beat faster, the Latina feeling it pounding against her chest. This was it, this was finally it. All the blood, sweat, and tears she had put into her career at the AFW, finally coming to a satisfying, victorious conclusion.

That is, until her ears heard the sound of Heather's yell, Angel getting tossed off of her as the girl bucked up beneath her, falling a short distance away from her. With wide, shocked eyes Angel was thrown back, rolling over and up into a quick sitting position, staring at Heather in shock. How?! There was no way she could still have that much fight left in her this late into the match. Angel herself felt near dead, running on fumes and adrenaline, so she just knew that after the beating with the kendo stick and her nasty superkick finisher, Heather couldn't possibly still be in the game.

She stared at the woman in shock, finally shaking it off after a brief, brief moment, started to hurry back to her feet. She didn't know what Heather thought she was going to do next, but Angel planned on being ready for it.

Heather gasped as she threw angel off her, still lying flat on her back as she would start breathing heavily again, realizing that she had just escaped losing the match. The energy in her body didn't magically come back though, she felt like hell, and was fighting herself to remain conscious. She would shake her head, crawling backwards as much as she could to try and get to the ropes, wanting to find a way to recover herself.

She looked over at Angel, loving the expression on her face. She could manage to muster a grin at Angel's figure, nodding her head as if showing her she was just as tough as she was. Heather felt like with just that she should have proven to Angel she wasn't just some rape doll, but it wasn't over. Heather had to win and she had to win as soon as possible now.

She would laugh a bit at Angel as she crawled back into a corner, sitting against it and slinging her arm over the bottom rope. "You haven't beat me yet.." Heather said in quite a weak voice, using the ropes to help her get to her feet. "I'm...still standing.." She let out as she fully got up, leaning back against the corner.

Angel rolled her eyes at Heather as the two of them got back up, Angel getting to her feet near the center of the ring. Her full chest heaved in and out with each long, labored breath she took, the Latina once again not taking her eyes off of Heather. She wasn't about look away, not even for a moment, and give Heather that brief advantage of not knowing where her opponent was.

She called back to Heather in response, her voice still sounding confident despite the fatigue that it carried with it. "Still standing, little slut? You look like you're about to fall right back over. I'll tell you what, though...if you go ahead and lie down now, I'll pin you quick and get this over with..."