Catelyn Cormac Vs. Angel

Cat tired to pull Angel away from the ropes, she struggled and fought to try and get her of, but it was all in vain as Angel kicked her away, Cat fell back a bit from the kick and landed on her ass, she blushed a little as it must have looked really pathetic.

Cat's blood was still boiling over all the things Angel had said to her, and she wanted to beat her, more than anything in the world, so she would quickly try and get up to her feet before Angel did.

Angel began to rise just as Catelyn did, though the redhead would indeed make it back to her feet just a bit sooner than Angel.

Nonetheless, the Latina would go back on the offense, lunging in to try and tackle Catelyn, wanting to take her back down to the mat.

Cat would glare at angel as she watched her opponent finish moving up to her feet, she was about to move in and strike back, but the Latina moved in quickly and tackled the red headed Cat down to the mat.

Cat would attempt to get a hold of Angel, wrap her arms around Angels head and pull her into a type of head lock, "I am not gonna lose to you!" Cat would yell out as she tried placing Angel in her headlock, and would also attempt to put her legs around Angel's waist and squeeze on her in body scissor.

Angel landed atop of Catelyn, but that seemed to be just where the girl wanted her. The Latina let out a grunt as she was pulled forward into the headlock, then cried out stronger as she felt the girl's legs wrapping around her waist. Quickly her hands slid down to Catelyn's legs, grabbing onto them, trying to pry them apart before they could get too tight around her.

Cat grinned a little as she put the Latina in the hold, squeezing tightly on her as she tried to wear her down a little, but she felt Angle's hand on her thigh's beginning to try and pry of her legs, "G-gonna have to try a lot harder than that *chica* " Cat said giving Angel a little mock as she imitated her a little, angels resistance eased the squeezing of the leg scissor a little bit, but it was not enough to break the hold and pry them apart, and as this happened Cat would begin to squeeze harder on the headlock.

Angel let out another cry. She was starting to choke harder in the headlock, gasping for air, but she was far from done at this point.

She switched up her tactics, her hands shooting up towards Catelyn's arms. She would begin to pry on those instead of the redhead's legs, trying to ignore the pain of her waist being crushed, trying at the very least to spread her arm open enough to take in a deep breath of air.

Cat was never mush for submission holds, but she took a liking to seeing Angel squirm and struggle to get ou of the hold, the Latian then began to pry on her arms, slowly her arms began to ease up the peassure as Angel managed to pull her arms apart, allowing th Lataina to get some air as Cat still stuggle with her arms, she began to squeeze harder on her waist in the body scissor.

The moment that Catelyn's arms pulled further open, Angel would take in a huge, deep breath, jerking her head back quickly.

She hoped that would free her head fully from the sleeper, but even if it did, she would suddenly let out a loud yell, as Catelyn's legs tightened further around her.

"AaaAAAAH!"

Cat held onto Angel's head as long as she could, but when her hold lessened Angel jerked her head back, Cat growled as she lost the hold of Angel's head.

But she still had the hold of the Latina slender waist, squeezing on it hard as she heard Angel scream, all Cat needed was to prove herself as a good wrestler, that was all she wanted, to go out and give the crowd a great match against the 3rd best ranked wrestler in Friction, it didn't really matter to her if she won, at least not before, now it did, as she felt herself a superior in the hold, Cat started to get a taste for victory.

"And you're supposed to be the third best huh?" Cat mocked Angel a little as she had no liking for the girl, and didn't feel it wrong to mock her a bit, considering the way she was treated before the match started.

Angel had to admit, Catelyn really was doing a number on her waist. Her legs were stronger than she had given the girl credit for.

Her head was free now, though, and that was the important thing. She quickly bit her lip, the Latina stifling her scream and now offering a cold glare at Catelyn. She had to escape this hold, and she knew the best way to do it.

Simple solutions are always the best, right? Without a moment's wait, her hand curled into a tight fist, and an instant later it would be sailing straight for the center of Catelyn's face!