Tension Tag #1 Contender Team Generator! D. Angel Vs. Drake

The sound of a large bell rang through the arena's speaker system. The theme continued on with a loud guitar duo and Dark Angel emerged from the back. With her usual Shinto priestess outfit and Kitsune mask, Angel walked down the ramp in a stoic way. By now, people knew what she was capable of and many people booed her. She had beaten several fan favorites, though everyone knew it hadn't been without a little help. She rolled underneath the ring and jumped to her feet.

It was her first PPV match. This was supposed to be exciting, everything she wanted. Hell, if she won the match then she'd be in the running for a title shot. And she was on fire, she had won all her matches up to now. Everything was going her way. However, underneath the mask, Angel was incredibly nervous. All her opponents before this match were either about the same size as her or someone she knew. Drake wasn't someone she knew how to beat just yet. She'd be going in cold and hoping for opportunities to capitalize on.

But the girl pushed the thoughts aside. After all, she was unstoppable, right? She had to keep reminding herself that even when it seemed dull. All those times she had been taken advantage of really hardened her both physically and mentally. And now she had every intention of taking out her anger on her next victim, regardless of what his reputation was.

Smoke would creep from the back stage down the ramp as the light dimmed. A soft choir like music would open up as "Devil's Never Cry" played. Drake waited behind stage wearing a black muscle shirt and a silkish pair of shorts along with black combat boots. He closed his eyes and meditated a little as he concentrated on the match at hand. Once the Music picked up his felt energy surge through his body and pump him up as he pulled his messy jet black hair from his face staring forward with his deep blue hazel eyes. As the music switched into a metal beat he darted forward running at top speed out to the stage.

As soon as he got close enough he jumped up grabbing onto the ropes as he bounced up and down with no hands hearing the crowd cheer for the wrestler. Once he was done he would hop into the ring and bowed formally to his opponent. He had to admit his sign up was rather last second which caused a lack in his prep time to read up and study his opponent, he would have to learn as much as he could about her as they fought. Drake would smile warmly to the woman waiting in the ring, he had no previous grudge or knowledge or her to have any hard feelings and only hoped for a good match. "Hello I am Drake, It's a pleasure to meet you." He would say as he raised his head back up from his bowed position, lifting his right hand to brush the black tendrils from his face. He would wait for the bell to ring and begin the match as he watched her carefully as he slipped into a defensive stance giving her to first move. He would make sure to keep her within his "inner circle" and keep his eyes focused on her shoulders to watch for movement, trying to get a read on how she fought and moved.

Dark Angel watched Drake as he came down the ramp and entered the ring. His attire somewhat reminded her of Johnny, which only made her mad. He did, however, seem very different personality wise. The bow and pleasantries was unexpected but didn't lower Angel's guard. She wasn't about to go easy on anyone just because of how honorable and noble they were. She knew better, though. The only reason she even acted the way she did now was because people weren't what they pretended to be. Angel just kept her arms crossed and gave no response to Drake.

When the bell rang, Angel dropped her arms to her side and circled around the ring, assuming Drake would do the same. She always hated this fair starts. If Drake as just a little more sporty and tried to shake her hand, Angel could've taken an early advantage with a cheapshot. Now, she wasn't sure where to seize that first opportunity. So she just had to make it. Angel cautiously took a few steps toward him and offered her hand out to shake. "Good luck," she stated with as plain of a tone as she could manage. Then, if Drake got in close, she'd suddenly throw a kick aimed right at his gut.

Drake watched her patiently, he could see the anger in her eyes followed by her lack of manners to his greeting. He watched as Angel began to circle around him as he followed her movements, finally putting out her hand to shake. This raised a red flag to him but he was still willing to take the high road as he reached out to shake her hand. "You as well." Drake would say as he stepped in to receive her hand shake, picking up on her insincere tone as he looked away from her face to watch her shoulder. He watched as she turned and jerked, apparently aiming to make a cheap shot against her opponent. Drake was only fast enough to turn himself slightly to try to soften the blow as he grunted still taking some force from the kick as she connected with his side. His arm would on instinct reach out to coil around her leg and capture it as she kicked him, hopefully to throw her off balance as he attempted to keep a hold on her leg long enough to recover from the kick and possibly form a counter. Dark Angel made it apparent that Drake was going to have to keep his guard up against her if he wanted to make it out in one piece.

Drake wasn't expecting a cheap shot like Angel had thrown at him. It made the girl smile as her foot came in contact with his side. Immediately after, though, the man trapped her foot against his side with his arm. Surprised, Angel hopped twice on her free foot to regain balance. "Woah!" she exclaimed. Once the initial shock wore off, though she tried to counter the counter with her own agility.

Angel tried to swing herself around in a makeshift roundhouse kick. Hopefully if Drake was holding onto her tightly, she'd have all the leverage she needed to kick him in the face. If he was expecting it, though, her foot would fly over his head.

Drake would watch her as she attempted to regain balance, then suddenly whip around as her bare foot smacked into his face. He would wince as he released her leg and fell to the mat, it was obvious now that she was not only agile, but a dirty fighter. He would hear the cheers and boos from the crowd as he remained dazed on the ground, attempting to push her foot off of his face while he tried to shake the cobwebs loose. Drake he no idea what she was going to do next but he knew he had to try to get up and he needed to be prepared.

As Dark Angel's foot collided with Drake's face, another sadistic smile formed on her face. She jumped to her feet while he was still down to all the jeers of the crowd. It felt revitalizing all over again as if this was her first match in the AFW. Wanting to press on the initial advantage, Angel immediately sprinted to the ropes and bounced off. "Stay down!" she'd shout at him as she tried to deliver a dropkick to his side. Angel twisted her body as she did so, hoping to land right back onto her knees so she could get back to her feet immediately after the kick if it hit.

Drake was still dazed as Angel seemed to indulge herself in his humiliation as her foot collided with his face. Rolling around a bit he would notice her taking off to the ropes as she started to charge back after him. He was off guard but he wasn't new to wrestling, he knew what she was going to do. Drake would aim to roll out of her way the moment she lifted for the drop kick, hoping to make her miss and catch her off guard. If he could succeed at this, he would go for a lunging tackle, aiming to bear hug her with a little viciousness as payback for her dirty fighting. Drake wasn't going to just sit there and be a helpless victim at her mercy, she may fight dirty but he was going to make her regret that once he got the chance.

As Angel got airborne, she closed her eyes and twisted her body. However, her feet cut through the air without any collisions. She landed on her knees and jumped to her feet to try and make sense of how she missed. As she turned around, however, she was met with Drake's shoulder as he tackled into her. And it was made worse by the fact that he didn't let go. Angel groaned in pain as he squeezed her, not wanting to visibly show pain. She squirmed left and right at first. When she realized that wasn't how she was going to escape, Angel stopped and gripped onto Drake's shoulders.

"Let me go!" She screeched as she tried to headbutt him in the nose.