Champ vs Champ, Tension vs Friction, John vs Angel

“What a coincidence, I carry around one too.” John chuckled as he backed off. He tried to get a second of respite, but even that was difficult. Suddenly, the firecracker jumped at him, slamming her knees right into his gut.

He let out a gasping cough and fell to his knees, clutching his stomach and chest as he crumpled down against the ropes, eyes wide and red hair matted with sweat.

That felt good. Slamming her knee into John and watching him fall like that felt damn good.

She backed up from him again, as he dropped to his knees, bouncing slightly on her heels. She was going to press her attack, keep up her assault. She was building her momentum back up, and she needed to keep it that way.

Once again, she was going to attack with those deadly legs of hers. She lifted up one leg, swinging it around towards John, trying to send a swift kick arcing towards his side, hoping to smash her leg straight into him and send him back down to the canvas.

John was really in trouble here, but he couldnâ€t let up. He knew that if he could just have a second to breathe, he could try to bring his strength to bear on his opponent. Then he might have a chance…if he didnâ€t get knocked out first!

Suddenly, she kicked out her sexy leg towards him again, but this time John managed to get his arm out! His big hands grabbed her ankle, trying to yank it and unbalance her to trip her…even if he did, though, he still wasnâ€t fully ready to do what he had just done. The whole action had made him lean backwards, and the momentum of having pushed off against her suddenly made him tumble backwards!

He fell out and over the bottom rope, sailing to the ground. His back hit the barley padded mats outside with a loud SLAP, making him shout out in pain!

Maybe it was because she was so tired. Maybe it was because she was hurting more then she wanted to admit. But that kick just didn't seem to be up to her usual standards. At least, it seemed that way to her, as John caught her leg, forcing her to hop up and down on her remaining foot, her balance thrown off by the Tension champion. She hopped for a moment or two, then went tumbling towards the mat, cursing in frustration as she hit the canvas.

She lifted her head, wanting to give John a dirty scowl, but as she looked up, the champion vanished from his gaze. She blinked once, then twice, then the realization of what that loud noise was hit her. John had fallen outside. Okay. She could work with that.

She rolled over, pushing up to her hands and knees, and crawled over to the ropes, slipping under them and out of the ring, back onto two feet again. She smiled at John, looking down at him, then leaned down, going to grab his hand to try to pull him back up to his feet.

"Come on, little boy. We're going to end this..."

John rolled his head a bit, blinking his eyes. Dam, he was going to be bruised in the morning…but this was worth it. He didnâ€t realize, at first, where he was. He was running on fumes and he knew it, but something drove him to press on. He was so dazed he barley processed that he was out of the ring.

Soon enough, he felt his red hair being yanked up. He couldnâ€t have that. “Gladly, nina.” He mumbled, then suddenly he opened his mouth and shouted. “HAAAAIIIII!” He exclaimed, at the same time the refâ€s count had made it to Two, trying to charge up as he was lifted and spear Angel in the body!

Angel was just as tired as John was. The Tension champ had pushed her, pushed her as far she he could, and now her own tank was running low. It was taking everything she had left to keep going, but she wasn't going to give in, she wasn't going to give up. She could take John down. She could end this and come out on top.

At least, those were her thoughts right before John suddenly exploded towards her, slamming into her midsection with his spear. With a loud 'oof!' she went flying backwards, landing on her back against the ground, feeling like a battleship had just run over her.

Meanwhile, back inside the ring, the referee continued his count. "Three...four..."

John didnâ€t even realize the ref was talking. The spear had worked, but he took a second to catch his breath, playing on her. He was panting and moving a bit, having landed with his head basically on top of Angelâ€s cleavage. Johnâ€s eyes went wide when he realized where he was and he quickly pushed his body up, trying to sit on top of her stomach.

Groaning, he tried to grab her hair this time and pull her up, trying to tuck her head around his side so he could wrap around her neck, just out of instinct going for a quick and sloppy side headlock choke, trying to sap her strength.

FIVE! SIX!

Angel would have been amused by John and where he had landed, if it weren't for him grabbing her hair so fast, jerking her up into a sitting position. She scowled at him, even as he tried to pull her forward, shoving her head under his arm for his headlock.

"Nn...no you don't, boy!" she yelled at him, placing one hand against his shoulder, trying to push back from him before he could lock in the hold. She couldn't let him get her into another hold, not after what she had been though. Another submission would probably be her end, and she definitely wasn't ready for that to happen.

"Seven! Eight!" cried the ref, shaking her head at the two champions, squirming against each other outside of the ring.

Angel pushed the tired tension champ back, making her slip out of his hold and making John roll to the side.

“Nine!”

“Dammit, get back here.” John mumbled, trying to scramble after her and lift his legs up, intending slam his foot down on her gut…

“Ten!” The bell started ringing loudly… “Hey whyâ€s that happen…ing…” John stopped his attack.


[size=150:1kiwdfji]“Ahhh[size=200:1kiwdfji] SHIT!”

Angel sat up, as John stopped his attack. She looked around in confusion, wondering just why the bell was ringing, when it finally hit her.

"Wait a minute. We didn't just...fuck. You've got to be kidding me." She shook her head, raising a hand to her forehead, slowly rubbing it. After all that the two of them had put each other through, the match was ending like this? That wasn't right at all. Not like she could do anything about it, though.

She sighed, then looked up to John, forcing herself to give him a loopy sort of grin. "So...uh...good fight, I guess?"