Nikolette Tessla Vs. Angel

The knee to the gut took a lot out of the mechanic and Angel was able to manage to get her hands around the girl and pull her out of the corner. She was panting heavily against Angel's face, trying to suck in deep breaths of oxygen, even as her cheeks flushed from the close contact Angel maintained. Before she could recover, however, Angel was pulling tightly. She felt the squeeze against her body and let out a sharp grunt, kicking her legs when they were lifted off the ground, unable to do much until it was too late and she landed with a hard thud back into the middle of the ring. She groaned and arched her back, puffing out her chest as she tried to massage her back with the back of her hand, her face tightly wound in pain.

As Nikolette crashed into the mat, Angel straightened back up, turning away from her. She took several steps away from the girl, starting to slowly parade around the ring, in a slow circle around Nikolette's body. She raised one hand towards the crowd, smirking up towards them, basking in her apparently superiority over the mechanic. She felt good; it felt great to blow off some stress like this, and especially felt great to put Nikolette in her proper place, on the mat at Angel's feet.

After several long moments of pacing around her, playing to the crowd, she turned back to Nikolette. Placing her hands on her hips, she grinned down at the girl, looking as confident as possible, her voice filled with a cocky tone. "Gettin' back up, chica? Or are you just going to lie there, where you belong before me, huh?"

Nikolette kicked her feet against the back as she tried to make the pain subside. She was tougher than this, but fully expected Angel to be up and on her immediately after the crash. However, it wasn't the case when she caught Angel parading around out of the corner of her eyes. She rolled to her hands and knees and slowly got to a position where she was ready to stand. But she heard Angel's words and dug her fingers into the math.

"You..." She growled out through a pant. "Sill lookin down on me! I'll show ya!" She tensed her body and flung herself at Angel, looking to swing a big, powerful fist right into the arrogant Latina's smug mouth.

Angel looked on in amusement, as Nikolette bellowed her declaration up towards her. She didn't think the mechanic would be able to back up her words, but at the same time, she wasn't expecting her to push up off the mat so quickly, lunging at her so fast.

Acting purely on reflex, Angel dodged to the side of Nikolette's wild punch, but in doing so she left herself slightly open, her defenses down as she quickly tried to regain her bearings.

Nikolette threw the fist and stumbled as it missed her mark. She threw her leg forward to stop her momentum and tried to awkwardly pivot on her leg and throw and elbow at Angel from her hunched over position. Her eyes flickered with anger. She wasn't furious, but she had the look of someone who had had enough. Her keen senses and sharp mind were left overcome by a desire to simply beat in Angel's face. It wasn't something she had experienced in her life unless she counted the short encounter she had with Kelly Conway. She let out a grunt as she flung her elbow forward.

Normally, Angel would have been able to dodge such a sloppy, awkward attack like Nikolette's elbow. Unfortunately for the Latina though, she was still slightly off her balance from dodging Nikolette's surprisingly fast punch. Before she could fully recover from it, Nikolette's elbow slammed into her, smashing into her gut. With widened eyes, Angel doubled slightly forwards, slightly from the actual attack but more from surprise than anything, part of her not wanting to believe that the mechanic had finally gotten an attack in on her.

Trying to shake it off, Angel shuffled back from Nikolette, flashing a smirk at the girl. "Not bad, for a toilet cleaner..." She called out again, trying to get further under the girl's skin with her taunts and insults. She was going to win this, Nikolette didn't stand a chance, but before she won, she planned on bringing the brunette down as low as the Latina could drag her, and part of that involved throwing as many insults her way as possible.

Still smirking, Angel lifted up her hands again, holding them before herself, deciding to actually try to give Nikolette a moment to fully recover, before going back on the attack towards her.

Nikolette spun when the elbow struck Angel. She wanted to smirk, but the woman backed away and kept running her mouth! Nikolette's fingerless gloves clenched tightly as she pushed after Angel. Her body felt nimble as she pivoted and threw herself at Angel once more. As long as she kept moving and pushing herself, she thought that the rage she felt wouldn't make her efforts too telegraphed. As long as Angel kept having to think about defending, and insulting, rather than attacking or countering, maybe Nikolette didn't NEED any of her ingenuity to win this match? Maybe she could just throw brute force at this girl. She leaned forward as she scrambled and tried to drive her shoulder into Angel's gut as she went in low for a semi-tackle.

There it was. There was Nikolette's mistake.

Angel's hands were up in a defensive position, already ready for whatever the mechanic might throw at her, but when Nikolette drove forwards towards her, dipping down for her tackle, the Latina realized she had hit the jackpot. She quickly lowered her hands, letting them take the brunt of Nikolette's tackle, but she still let the girl's momentum carry the two of them down to the mat, Angel landing with a thud and a grunt upon her back, with Nikolette hopefully falling atop of her.

The Latina wasn't one to waste time, and when the two of them hit the mat, up sprang Angel's legs, trying to wrap themselves around Nikolette's body. She intended on catching Nikolette's waist in a crushing scissor hold, wanting to give her opponent a taste of just how much strength she had in her powerful lower limbs.

Nikolette was surprised when her half tackle turned into a full fledged tackle, with Angel guiding her downward. She thought she was in control as she flopped on top of the Latina beauty until she felt those steely legs wrap around her. Her face contorted into pain as she felt her sides crushed.

"Gaaaahkkk!" She groaned and tried to push, her tongue hanging out as she pushed at Angel's thighs and tried to dig her fingers into them. But as she strained, she knew she couldn't win like this. She pushed her palm flat against one of Angel's breasts, not even realizing what she was doing ass she just tried to get some support. She raised her other fist up, intent on bringing it down into Angel's face. Maybe a bloody nose would get the girl's thick and powerful legs off her!

Angel clamped her legs tight around Nikolette, letting them close like a vise around the girl. Even as Nikolette's hands went to her thighs, the Latina maintained a tight hold on her, grinning up at her from her laid back position on the mat.

"Having some trouble, chica?" She teased, right before the mechanic's hand went to her breast. Her eyes went wide in mock surprise, Angel suddenly letting out a sharp moan in response to her action. "Oooh~!" She cried out, letting her back arch upwards, pushing her breast up into Nikolette's hand. "This isn't a hentai match, naughty little cleaner!" She was having fun messing with the girl, and hoped that she would unnerve her even more by saying such a thing!

That is, until Nikolette's fist suddenly shot down into Angel's face. The Latina saw her raising her arm up, but she didn't have much time to react, other than a slight turning of her head towards the side. The punch smashed right into the side of her cheek, forcing another noise from Angel's lips, this time a harsh, loud grunt of pain and surprise coming from her. Her legs began to loosen up at the same time, the crushing scissors starting to weaken from around Nikolette's body...