Helena vs Angel

Helena barely offered any resistance when Angel dragged her to the center of the ring. The russian was stunned, and uncapable of reacting, she was forced in the bow and arrow hold. Angel's knees forced her to arch her back and scream desperately in pain. She had never met someone who could ever match her submission skills. But Angel was clearly different.

Angel continued to stretch her over her knees, grinning up at her screams. "Ready to give up, babe?"

Helena gritted her teeth, not wanting to scream in pain. At least, not in front of all of her fans. She had a reputation, she was the #1 at submission holds, so she couldnt allow some ramdom girl to beat her in her field. The blonde russian went for something that helped her to escape from practically all the submissions holds. She tried to reach for Angel's wrist and dig her nails into her skin with the full intention of producing deep cuts on her opponent.

Angel shrieked loudly as Helena dug in her nails, letting her go and grabbing at her wrist, thin lines of blood starting to form on her skin.

"You bitch! That fucking hurt, geez!"

Helena quickly rolled away from her opponent, barely paying attention to what she was saying. But once she got on all fours, she took her time to answer. "Have I ever said I was gonna play clean? This way is so much more fun." The russian domme said as she started to stand back up.

Angel smirks and shakes her wrist. "Fair enough, I suppose..." And as Helena started to get back up, Angel would go rushing at her with a quick kick to her face.

The blonde russian saw the kick coming straight to her face. She simply snapped her head to the side and threw a really strong punch to Angel's stomach, which'd be powered up by her momentum. "Rookie!" Helena yelled at her before dodging the kick.

Angel's eyes went wide as the punch hit home, causing her to stop in her tracks and gasp loudly, staggering for a brief moment before dropping to her knees, the sexy latina grabbing at her stomach in pain.

Helena slowly stood up, looking down at the latina girl. If there was no response of her opponent, and if she stayed on her knees, the russian would try to grab a handful of her hair and attempt to slam her knee right into her nose.

Now it was Angel's turn to be at Helena's mercy, still stunned from the gut shot. She groaned softly as her felt her hair jerked, then gave a sharp cry as Helena's knee slammed into her face, a small bit of blood starting to trickle down from her nose afterwards.