Dark Angel vs Cassie Elliot 2: Ambulance Match

Ambulance Match

In the locker room of the Friction building, Angel finished suiting up for her match. Now that she thought about it, there wasn't much to her outfit with regards to style. She only had one outfit after all. There was never any surprises to her entrance either. Everything was kinda...meh. But she laughed the thoughts away. Being fresh didn't matter at all anymore. She was finally getting somewhere and this outfit was one of the things that helped her get there. She tightened her mask back on and took a deep breath. What lay before her was the rematch she had been waiting for. "Finally," she said out loud.

Ever since she had won their first meeting, Angel couldn't help but want to rub it in. It was one of the first milestones in her return that cemented that she was for real. And to make it all better, it was like she was getting even with the people who wronged her first as well. Everything was finally rolling her way. And she had every intention of riding the momentum to the top. She just needed to shut up Cassie one more time to keep her down. If she could beat her a second time, then the Canadian could never compare to her. And the spiteful Dark Angel knew that would make the girl feel horrible. She took one more deep breath and made her way out into the hallway.

"The following contest is a special Ambulance match. Making her way to the ring first, Darrrrk Angeeeel." As her music blasted through the arena, Angel stepped out from behind the curtain and into the open. She walked with quiet focus like someone on a mission. But under the mask, she wasn't as certain. She remembered signing the contract for the match...and it being a little longer than normal. But an ambulance match? She must have read right over that part of the contract in her joy of finally getting her rematch. It had been an accomplishing feeling. She had flown all the way to Hawaii and choked Mamouru just to get Cassie to agree to it. That accomplishment seemed to just blind her when the contract was brought before her. Now she was just unsure whether this was all Lukretia's idea...or Cassie's.

Dark Angel rolled into the ring and casually paced into the corner. Whatever. She had beaten Cassie once before. She could beat her again. The idea of physically hurting Cassie to the point that she'd have to be carted off reminded her of her return match when she injured Tatyina. The thought made her cringe. But it didn't really have to go that far. It just had to go far enough for Cassie to think she needed to go to the hospital. And Angel knew she was just a wimp anyways. This should be no different than what she normally planned. She crossed her arms and turned to look back up at the entrance.

[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=66KhzUMY8gE:3d6sqvtv]Cassie's music[/url:3d6sqvtv] seemed so very inappropriate this time. As she strode out onto the entrance ramp and directly down to the ring, she had none of the fun, good-natured energy the crowd had come to expect.

She wasn't excited. With her face set in a perpetual scowl, she faced the ordeal with a grim determination that was a shade away from malice. This was it. This was her biggest chance so far. She was going to put a stop to all things Dark Angel. The harassment, the random vicious assaults, and her mouth, all of it ended tonight. All Cassie had to do was hurt her. She was really good at that, but had always held back. This time her heart was in it, and Dark Angel was in big, big trouble.

She climbed through the ropes, never taking her eyes off of her masked opponent. She marched straight up to her, looked her in her stupid, weird eyes through the slanted holes in her stupid mask, and told her.

"I want you to know," she said. "This was my idea."

She let her gaze linger for a moment before she walked back to her corner, still watching over her shoulder as she went. She was taking no chances. This match was everything to her. It was her whole life.

As Cassie walked into the arena, she didn't leave that glare of hers. Angel expected Cassie to be angry. She expected her to be vengeful. But she really didn't expect the girl to go as far as ensure it to be ambulance match. It, unfortunately, was very fitting for the two. They had both nearly broken each other's arms before, this was just the natural...brutal evolution of things. Angel took a deep breath. There was no need to be nervous. Her usual ally was already in place under the ring. She just needed to stay calm and stick to her usual plan. Cassie wasn't anymore dangerous now than she use to be.

The bell rang before any referee even came to the ring. Angel looked around at first but quickly understood there wasn't going to be one. There were no rules, nothing to stop the two from tearing each other apart. Ironically, this made Angel smile. It was a vicious setting, of course. But it gave Angel the advantage, not the Canadien. She was mean, but she want about to stoop to low levels to hurt Angel. At least not lower levels than Angel planned to go. But all of that could be reasoned later. Right now, Angel had to fight this misled girl to finally put her in her place. She threw the loose section of her dress outside the ring and turned back to Cassie.

The brunette stalked around the outside of the ring just inside the ropes. Her fingers graced the upper rope. She raised one hand into the air and stepped a little closer to Cassie signaling to start the two off with a feat of strength. The two were approximately the same size so it didn't seem all that far fetched in that way. But the tension between them would've made it certainly seem odd. That was exactly why Angel had every intention of immediately trying to kick Cassie when they got close.

Cassie stood her ground in the middle of the ring. She put her hands on her hips and made it perfectly clear that she wasn't going to go to Dark Angel by the ropes. She wasn't having any of that nonsense. She wasn't going to let the girl goad her into fighting where she wanted her.

When her opponent put up her hand to call for a tie up, Cassie only shook her head and beckoned to her with one hand before replacing it on her hip.

When Cassie calmly ignored the tie up and gestured for Angel to come to her, it kinda ticked her off. She knew it was stupid to think Cassie would fall for the same trick twice. But it was also one of the only tricks she knew. And she wasn't about to charge blindly into Cassie knowing full well what the girl was capable of. "Come on," she offered right back to Cassie. "Don't wuss out now. Haven't you let your problems come to you enough?" she asked with a smile. "Take some initiative already." As she said this, though, Angel had circled around and was relatively close to her opponent. "Not that it'd help of course," she quickly added before leaping into the air and kicking both her feet out in a dropkick towards Cassie.

Cassie folded her arms across her chest and did just what Taylor had told her to do.

"Pussy." The world felt unnatural coming out of her mouth, but it sounded like a genuine insult.

Talk, talk, talk. All Dark Angel could do was talk. The more she tried to pile on the trash talk, the more Cassie knew she was afraid. That was all it was. Something to do while she was too afraid to fight her. Something to convince herself that she could win. Cassie saw right through it. She almost liked it.

Then Dark Angel was moving and Cassie was on alert, with bent knees and her hands up in front. She took the dropkick on her chest, not intentionally, and wrapped both arms around Dark Angel's legs.

"Ooohf!" The kick knocked the wind out of her and sent her crashing to the mat, but she had her opponent to hold onto. Every moment she spent with her hands on Dark Angel bolstered her confidence, made her think that her win was a little closer. She rolled onto her knees and began to wrap up Angel's legs with her own, while working on the angles to apply an ankle lock.

Angel felt her feet connect successfully with Cassie and tilted her body so she could land on her knees. But that didn't happen. Instead, she felt her legs lock up and crash onto the mat. When she tried to get up, she realized Cassie had caught her somehow. She tried pulling her legs free but suddenly found herself cringing in pain as Cassie applied an ankle lock. She groaned from the pain and tried to wrestle herself free by grabbing onto Cassie's feet and pulling up and away.

It suddenly dawned on her how dangerous Cassie was without a referee there to break her holds. The ropes didn't offer any salvation from the redhead's submission holds. She cringed as she violently tried to roll the two towards the edge of the ring. Even if the ropes didn't make Cassie release her, the fall certainly could.

Cassie took several deep breaths while she rolled with Angel, both to get air back in her after taking the dropkick and to help keep her calm. She couldn't afford to lose her focus.

As the two of them rolled on the mat, the ever changing angles prevented Cassie from being able to lock in her hold, and ultimately she abandoned it. She pushed back up to her feet and noticed they had reached the edge of the ring. She grabbed the top rope with both hands and gave Dark Angel a hard shove out of the ring with her foot.

Cassie was the only one who'd been hurt so far, but she'd made a statement. And she knew Angel heard her loud and clear, because she had finally stopped talking. Cassie couldn't help but smile, just a little, before she refocused herself and her face was again blank.

Angel was relieved when the pressure on her ankle eased up. She grabbed ahold of the rope above her and turned around to roll back into the ring. She was immediately met by Cassie who shoved her right out of the ring and onto the mat below. The masked girl managed to land on her feet and took a few steps away from the ring for a breather. That was close. As she looked up at Cassie in the ring she couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by her expression. The once cheerful and optimistic disposition now seemed cold and blank. Kinda like how Talia use to be.

Regardless, Angel wasn't about to second guess herself. Or her tactics. She circled around the ring slowly, waiting until she had enough room to quickly roll in and jump to her feet. She casually stretched her arm and mimicked what Cassie had done earlier. She gestured for the Canadian to come to her. "Come on, your turn dear," she stated just loudly enough for Cassie to hear.

Cassie watched Angel make her lap around the ring, and she didn't crowd her when she came back in. She stood in the center of the ring and waited patiently.

She made a face when Angel beckoned to her, and stepped forward until she was just outside of their range. She put up her hands and bent down low. She was obviously going to look to shoot in and take Angel down to the mat, where she could work her over with submission holds. Where she was strongest, and Angel was not.

She tensed her body, her limbs like coiled springs, ready to leap into Dark Angel but gave no sign of actually making the move. She made the masked girl wait. If she was going to make Cassie come after her, Cassie was going to keep her guessing as to when that would actually be.

Her eyes were locked on her opponent, somewhere around her middle. She drew her breaths evenly in and out, and watched Angel's posture. She made sure the moment was right and then finally, she lunged. She moved in just slightly and dropped down low, banging one knee on the mat just for the noise. She gave every indication that she was reaching for Angel's legs, but then... she didn't. Just as quickly, she was back on her feet and back out of range, watching Angel closely to see how she reacted.