Champ vs Champ, Tension vs Friction, John vs Angel

John was gambling that Angel would be caught by surprise and taken off guard. And, to his credit, he was correct! But, to his detriment, her desperate defense inflicted a lot of damage.

As John flew towards her to tackle her, her boot came straight up…and nailed him RIGHT in the face! “GAH!” Johnâ€s lip was busted right open by her boot. He fell right on his side and rolled over, one hand holding his bleeding lip and one hand grabbing the barricade which kept the audience out, getting back up.

Angel wasn't expecting that. She had hoped her kick would hit him somewhere...maybe his chest, or his side. Just somewhere that would be enough to throw him off-balance and stop his charge. But the face? Not even she saw that coming. She wasn't going to stand there in shock though. She was going to take full advantage of the situation.

As John started to pull himself back up, Angel stepped in towards him, reaching down to grab him by his arm. "Sorry about this, little boy!" She called to him, as she began to pull him up, giving him some 'help' back up to his feet. "But I don't feel like losing this one and you look a little hurt right now!" She grinned, a tired, exhausted sort of grin, and suddenly would tug on his arm, trying to pull him away from the barrier and give him a quick whip back towards the ring, hoping to send him running right into the apron.

It was a little dirty of her, maybe, but Angel had never said that she only fought clean.

“Fuck…my face…I need that for eating and living.” John groaned as she pulled him up. The tug got him, and he slammed into the apron. He got no time to rest as the ring stung him, and he put his hands upt o his bare chest and pecs, gasping and hoping away, towards the barricade that separated the audience from him.

That HURT, there was a slight red line on his chest and it stung like a motherucker. Growling, and hoping his vague rush away gave him a bit of distance, he tried to jump back into the ring to stop the refâ€s counting.

He didn't find it dirty at all.

Angel watched, as John staggered away from her, letting him move away without stopping him. Let him go. He wasn't going to come back after her just yet, and she could use those precious few seconds to keep resting.

When he headed back towards the ring, though, she decided that her resting time was over, and quickly made her own way back to the ring. She reached up, grabbing onto the ropes, and pulled herself onto the apron, glancing towards John as he jumped back into the ring. With the faintest hit of a smile, she stepped through the ropes...and, of course, went rushing straight towards John again. He had been nice enough to let her rest a little bit, but she wasn't going to be a lady and give him that same opportunity.

She rushed towards him, and as the Latina neared the Tension champion, she suddenly dropped forwards, towards the mat. Planting her hands against the canvas, she pushed off into a cartwheel towards John, trying to wrap her legs around his neck, then pulling herself up into a sitting position atop his shoulders. Let's see how he reacts to this... she though, ready to act fast if things went sour with her plan.

Tension needed more fighters like this girl, besides Ro, very few people had given him such a challenge.

‘Shame sheâ€s not Tension…†John thought silently as he tried to get back up…as if to justify his assessment, she impressed him again by suddenly cartwheeling, actually cartwheeling, towards him, jumping on his neck, and squeezing him with her hot legs!

“ <<Really?>> Howâ€d you do that even?” John groaned out, a mix of his passable Spanish and English, as he tried to stagger around…of course, it didnâ€t help that her crotch was bassicly in his face, making it hard to see and hard to focus.

In a bit of a surprised daze, John tried to pry keep balance to avoid falling. Ideally, this would be the perfect opportunity for a sit-down power bomb…but maintaining his balance after the earlier battering heâ€d received, plus the pressure on his neck, wasnâ€t easy.

He quickly tried to execute the power bomb, dropping forward to slam her back into the mat, but he could already tell he had done it sloppy and felt himself almost slip as he did it.

Angel sat up on John's shoulders, clenching her bare thighs around his head. She started to squeeze, trying to squeeze him as tight as she could, not wanting to give him a single moment of relief. She had him, now she just needed to seal the deal.

But, of course, she had forgotten the most obvious counter to her position, and as John grabbed her and started to drop into the powerbomb, she grit her teeth, bracing herself for the heavy impact. When she hit the mat, it hurt, the shudder of pain from the impact running through her, but...it didn't feel as bad as she had expected it to be. Instantly she knew that John had messed up, that his delivery had been slopped, and she knew she still had a chance to finish what she had started.

When she hit the mat, the Latina felt her legs tremble lose from their hold, the impact causing her thighs to shudder open when she struck the canvas. It was only for a moment, a brief moment, but Angel knew she needed to act fast. She quickly tried to clamp her legs back around John's head, hoping she could get him back into the scissor from her lying position on the mat!

John had to admit, this wasnâ€t such a bad position….in terms of winning, it was a horrible position, but in terms of having an incredibly hot, strong, and tough Latina rub her bare thighs against his face…he could be in worse spots.

John took too long to recover, and even though he got his wind back, she began to squeeze and crush again….but John wasnâ€t out yet. With her against the mat, John had some leeway to bring his bigger guns to bear on the faster target. Both of his hands came up, forming hard fists, and he began to pound away at the other side of her thighs, over and over and over again, trying to weaken her with those shots.

Angel grinned up at John, as her legs clamped tightly around his head, putting as much power as she could muster into her scissor. She squeezed him hard, her bare thighs rubbing and grinding against his face as she tried to wear him down with her hold. She had him now. All she had to do was wait it out, sap the strength from him, and this match would be marked down as another win for her.

But as she lied there, squeezing and waiting, John's arms suddenly shot up, his hands tightening into a pair of rock-solid fists. Angel knew what was about to happen, but before she had time to try and stop it, he began to rain his blows onto her legs, striking her again and again and again.

Angel's legs were strong. Powerful. Made of tough stuff. She had to admit to herself though, that not even she could just lie there and let him strike and punch at her over and over like this. She grit her teeth, wincing at each of the blows, feeling her legs loosening up on their own. She had no choice, she had to break her hold, otherwise John was just going to break her down, little by little.

"Dammit," she muttered, giving her legs a quick twist to the side, hoping to give John a quick jolt of pain, hoping to stop his rain of blows upon her long enough for her to fully release her hold on him, trying to roll to the side and out of the range of those nasty punches, hopefully long enough to her to begin to get up again.

“Holy shit, those are tough legs!” John let out as he finally managed to get her to pull back, but then suddenly she twisted her legs fast, almost like she was trying to snap his neck! “GAH!” John shouted out, more in surprise then pain (though she did wrench his neck HARD), and she got away.

He staggered a bit, trying to get up. On all fours, he looked over to Angel. She wasnâ€t that much better off. “Are they all as good as you in friction?” John as he pushed back up, finally getting on both legs and back peddling towards the ropes. He sucked in air as he leaned against them. He normally liked to always be on the offensive, but the big battleship tired out sometimes. He needed to catch his breath.

"They wish," Angel answered John, as she got back up on her feet. "I'm the best, little boy. That's why I get to carry around a big gold belt."

She watched as John backed away from her, leaning back against the ropes. She wasn't feeling too great, she was getting damn tired, but John looked to be in pretty bad shape too. Angel was smart though, and knew that if he was trying to get away from her, just like she was earlier, then she needed to take advantage of that.

With a determined look on her face, the Lightning Latina suddenly went charging back in towards John, her feet pounding the mat as she raced towards him. She wasn't going to let him catch his breath, not if she could help it! As she neared John, she suddenly jumped in towards him, raising her knee straight towards John's midsection, hoping to drive it upwards, right into his gut.