Title Match: Angel vs. Rainbow Mika!

Angel grinned down at Mika as she jerked the woman up, pulling her up to her knees. The Latina had a wild look in her eyes, the taste of her victory on her lips. She was completely caught up in the moment, as if she had already won, as if the title was already wrapped tight around her waist.

But that overconfidence suddenly proved to be her undoing. Mika wasn't done yet, as Angel soon learned, the blonde catching Angel in her arms and shoving her to the canvas, rolling over on top of her. Angel looked up at Mika as the woman pushed her down, trapping her between herself and the mat. She squirmed against Mika, her body rubbing and writhing against Mika's as the referee started the count. "Two...!" she cried out, slapping the mat again, the crowd back on their feet, screaming and cheering at the two women. Mika's fans were elated, thinking that the Rainbow Warrior had finally won this, while Angel's were in a near-panic, screaming and shouting for Angel to turn things back around again.

While her fans were in a near-panic, though, Angel herself most certainly was panicking. Her eyes were wide, her face twisted up in what could only be described as a look of terror. In just a few seconds, her victory would be taken from her, everything she had worked for pulled out like a rug from beneath her.

She couldn't let that happen. She just couldn't.

As the ref's hand dropped towards the mat for the final count, Angel let out a shrill, angry scream, jerking her entire body upwards, in hopes of breaking the pin and throwing Mika off of herself.

Against all odds, Mika somehow managed to catch Angel in surprise and roll the other girl up before she could go for her big finisher. Holding her breath, she pressed down against Angel as best she could, putting all of her strength into keeping the Latina rolled up on her back. Angel trashed and squirmed underneath her, her body rubbing against Mika's as the Rainbow Warrior arched under her. Mika blushed, but held on, hearing the ref girl's count reach two...

With a sudden twist, Mika was thrown off of Angel and sent rolling onto her side. Taking a deep breath, Mika glanced up and saw Angel slowly getting up opposite her. Shaking her head, Mika tapped into her reserves of strength and willed herself to move. She propelled herself forwards, trying to spring forward and slam down on top of Angel to keep her down and stun her, knowing that she couldn't afford to let the Latina regain the initiative...

As soon as Angel had thrown Mika off of herself, she sat up, quickly trying to rise back to her feet. She had to get up. She couldn't let Mika get any kind of advantage again. Not when she was so close. Not when she had tasted her victory on her lips. She just had to get back up and stop Mika from doing the same. Easy enough plan.

But before she could rise up, Mika came flying back in towards her, slamming her heavier body into Angel's own. The Latina dropped back to the mat with a crash, her body jerking underneath the Rainbow Warrior as a pained cry passed her lips. For the moment, she was down again, and once more, Mika was holding every advantage against her.

Mika felt the impact run up her body as her heavy bosom crashed down on top of Angel, eliciting a cry of pain from the other girl. For a few seconds, Mika lay slumped on top of Angel, breathing lightly against the Latina's shoulder. The match had been a long and tiring one for her, and Angel had been proving to be a tough girl to keep down.

Slowly, though, Mika pushed herself up to her hands and knees, looking down at the Latina as she lay underneath her. She still felt exhausted, but she was determined to have that belt. "I'm...ending...this..." she managed to say. Brushing her pigtails back, she grabbed at Angel's shorter silver hair and, yanking hard, pulled her upright into a sitting position. Moving behind Angel, Mika wrapped her arms tightly around her foe's throat and forehead, brought her powerful legs up around Angel's lean waist, and lay back, squeezing into the Latina in a combination sleeper and body scissor.

The crowd went wild as Mika squeezed into her foe, locking her ankles tightly to amp up the pressure. "Time...to go to sleep, chica," Mika whispered into Angel's ear as she poured all of her strength into the double hold.

"Nnng!" squealed Angel, as Mika forced her up into the sitting position. She could hardly believe that Mika was still fighting like this. She had thrown everything she could at the woman, and yet she still kept coming, still kept finding ways to get ahead of Angel. If the Latina had been panicking before, she was having a goddamn internal breakdown at this point. Mika just kept coming at her, again and again and again, not letting her gain any traction against her. It had been ages since Angel had fought someone this tenacious, and as tired as she was, as bloody exhausted as she felt, she really didn't know what to do.

She moaned a bit at Mika's words, as the blonde slid behind her, wrapping her arms tight around Angel's neck and head. Instantly the Latina's hands came up, grasping at Mika's arms, trying to pry them apart before the woman could get that deadly, dangerous sleeper locked in on her. She was in such a hurry to stop the Rainbow Warrior that she didn't even think about Mika's legs. As if out of nowhere the blonde's legs slid around her, her thighs grinding against Angel's waist. A shiver ran through Angel's body as Mika whispered to her, and Angel was starting to think that maybe this was the end for her, maybe Mika had finally gotten too far ahead for Angel to catch back up again.

She gagged in the sleeper, still pulling weakly at Mika's arms, trying to get a fresh breath of air in. It wasn't possibly though. Her throat was being crushed, her waist was being ground down to what felt like nothing. There was no way for her to escape like this, completely trapped in Mika's hold.

Angel only had one hope left, could only think of one way out of this horrible situation. She threw one of her long legs out, trying to stretch it out as far as she could. If she could only snag the ropes with her foot, she could force the blonde off of herself. If she could only make it in time, she'd be free...

Mika gritted her teeth as she felt Angel pawing at her nylon-covered arms. The Latina fought hard to escape, squirming and trashing in her grip. Mika held on strong, however, her arms and legs constricting tightly around the Latina, compressing her belly and cutting off her air supply. Feeling Angel's back rub against her chest, Mika took a deep breath and tightened the hold further, even as Angel's squirming forced them both over to their sides.

"D...damn it...give...up..." Mika breathed as Angel kept fighting. It stunned her how much energy Angel had, even with her double holds sapping away at her. Even as she squeezed away at Angel, the Latina arched her body, extending her leg. Realizing that Angel was going for a rope break, Mika poured on even more pressure, shutting her eyes as she tried to squeeze the fight out of her opponent.

Then, all of a sudden, the ref girl tapped Mika on the shoulder, telling her to break. Glancing down, Mika saw Angel's foot resting firmly on the ropes. Surprised, Mika unwound her limbs from around Angel and rolled up to her knees. "How...the hell...are you still conscious?" Mika managed to gasp as she stared down at the Latina.

The match wasn't over, though, and Mika felt some of her strength returning. By this point, both ladies were covered in a sheen of sweat, and it was clear to the audience that they were both thoroughly exhausted. Grabbing a hold of Angel's hair, Mika stumbled up to her feet, dragging the Latina up with her. Taking a deep breath, she slid an arm around her opponent's silver-haired head and squeezed her tightly against her bosom in a side headlock.

"DAYDREAM HEADLOCK!" Mika announced wearily to the crowd, before slamming a closed fist, again and again, into Angel's trapped head.

Up to her feet Angel was pulled. She was glad to be free of that awful, awful pair of holds, but they had managed to do what Mika intended of them. Angel was feeling sapped, even more drained than before. Once again, she was in a position where she was free, but didn't have the energy to do much about it.

Then in came Mika's arms, sliding around Angel's head again. The Latina let out another squeal as she felt the pressure turning up again, the side of her face squashed up nice and close against one of Mika's big, soft breasts. She breathed slowly, raggedly outwards, trying to conserve her strength as she felt Mika's arms tightening around her, keeping her trapped nice and close against her. The headlock was an embarrassing position for her. If Angel had any strength left in her, any at all, she could have tried to get free, could have tried to elbow her way out or even try to work Mika into an atomic drop, but she just couldn't do it. She had no energy, no strength left. In fact, if it weren't for Mika holding her up, she probably would have fallen right back to the mat!

She groaned against Mika's breast, her arms hanging limply at her sides. She didn't know what Mika was about to do, but she just wanted it to be over with...and then, the Latina got her wish. The sound of Mika's yell snapped Angel to attention, bringing her out of her daze, while the first punch into her forehead was like a gunshot going off at her. She jerked as the fist made it's mark, then again, and again, each of Mika's punches finding it mark, wearing the Latina down even further.

Angel's fans were on their feet again by this point, screaming and yelling at the top of their lungs for Angel to fight back. They didn't want things to end like this, with Angel seeming so helpless against Mika, but even the most die-hard of them wasn't sure what she could possibly do in this situation.

Punch after punch slammed down against Angel's skull, each blow causing the Latina to jolt in Mika's grip. After the fifth punch, though, Mika relented. The Latina sagged in Mika's grip, no doubt horrendously dazed after taking the brunt of Mika's trademark move. Angel was close to done-- no matter how tough the Latina was, Mika knew, not many people could stand up to that kind of pummelling, But Mika needed to be sure-- Angel had surprised her before, after all. More importanty, after being on the receiving end of so many of Angel's vicious moves, Mika wanted some payback.

Taking a deep breath, Mika dug her heels into the mat and propelled herself forwards, dragging Angel with her. With a wordless cry, she ran straight for the corner of the ring, aiming to ram Angel head-first into the corner post!

Angel slumped again Mika, practically whimpering in pain after the blows had ceased. She was dead. This match was over. Angel was done. She couldn't even find the strength to even think about getting Mika off of her.

Her situation only grew worse though, as Mika suddenly went charging across the ring towards the corner. The little bit of Angel that was still clear-headed enough to realize what was happening knew exact what Mika wanted to do to her. Her panic began to well back up as she was dragged straight towards the turnbuckle, knowing exactly what would come next.

As Angel's head smashed straight into the corner, there was a loud ringing sound, the sound of skull-on-steel. Her entire body shuddered again, and if Mika let her go she would straighten up, looking completely and utterly out of it, before dropping straight down towards the mat.

With an almighty crash of head on turnbuckle, Mika rammed her opponent's skull hard into the corner. Angel's body jolted violently on the impact, before the silver-haired Latina dropped backwards. Taking a deep breath, Mika held onto Angel's head, looking more than a little tired herself now that the match had been going on for quite a while. She wasn't done with Angel yet-- the Rainbow Warrior wanted to send her opponent the message that she was going to be the champion, and that she deserved that belt for a reason.

Wearily, Mika moved to push Angel back-first against the corner, propping her opponent up against the turnbuckle. Then, without a further word, Mika would drive her knee twice in a row into Angel's exposed midsection. She wouldn't stop there, though: turning around so that her back was against Angel, Mika would climb up the bottom ropes, before driving her body backwards, aiming to ram her ample rear hard into Angel's midsection or chest. "HYAAAAA!"