Title Match: Angel vs. Rainbow Mika!

"S...shut up!" Angel cried back, right before biting her tongue to stop herself from crying out, as Mika bent her backwards into the surfboard hold. Her body ached, burning with a dull pain as Mika stretched her backwards, working over her curvy, flexible form with the submission. Angel was hurting, she was hurting bad, but she wasn't going to give Mika any kind of satisfaction of letting her hear how much pain the Latina was in herself. She bit down on her tongue, shaking her head as the referee as she was asked for a submission. She wasn't giving in, not like this, but it seemed that she was trapped, and all she could do for the moment was try to wait it out and withstand the hold.

Mika was grinning widely now, both from the dominant position she was in and from the fact that she was now inflicting some embarassment on Angel. "Oooh, I'm sorry, what was that ou said, chica?" she teased as she ramped up the pressure. "Did you say that I am an amazing opponent with an awesome taste in outfits? Aww, you shouldn't have!"

Even as she spoke, she leaned back sharply to send a jolt through Angel's back. "No wait, that's not what you said at all," Mika said. "You said you want to go for a ride! Well, Rainbow Mika has never said no to a request!" And with that, Mika would suddenly lean back entirely, dropping backwards onto her back and releasing Angel, aiming to flip her head over heels to the mat.

"Nn....aaaAAAAHHH!"

That sound was Angel's only reply to Mika's taunted, as the pigtailed blonde kept working her over, kept straining the Latina's body in a most painful manner. It was painful, and embarrassing, and Angel wasn't sure which part was worse.

Either way, she was going to make Mika pay for this later.

But that payment would have to wait, because before Angel even had time to process Mika's next words, she was sent flying through the air, flipping over Mika and landing on the mat with a hard crash. Another groan came past her lips, as she rolled onto her side, curling up against the canvas. Her head was spinning, part of her not even sure what had just happened, while the other part was screaming at her to get up and fight back.

Sadly for her though, she needed a moment to recover from the surfboard, and it didn't seem like Mika was going to be so kind to her.

As Angel crashed behind her, Mika rolled up to her knees and raised her arms to her cheering fans. "Ta-daa!" she exclaimed, causing her fans to cheer. "And for my next trick..."

Backflipping expertly to her feet, Mika watched, tensely, as Angel lay sprawled on her back. The Rainbow Warrior would bide her time, and wait for the fiesty Latina to start pushing herself up. The moment she did so, however, then Mika would spring forwards and launch herself, legs-first, at the Latina, aiming to scissor her legs around Angel's silver-haired head, twist in midair, and slam Angel down, forehead-first, against the mat. "WINGLESS AIRPLANE!" she'd shout as she executed one of her trademark moves.

Gotta get up, can't stay down, can't let that clown get me... thought Angel, as she lay upon the mat before Mika. She was trying to will herself to get back up, to ignore the pain and keep fighting. She was so close, so utterly close, and this was her last chance. She couldn't give up the title now of all times, she was she so close to it. All she had to do was take down Mika. Mika! A joke! A complete nobody who had dared to show her face and got lucky for it! There was no way in hell Angel was going to let someone like that beat her!

Angel started to rise, her breath growing faster and faster as she mentally hyped herself up, pushing herself to keep going. Her skin shone with sweat as she rose, the sign of the long, hard-fought match that she and the Rainbow Warrior had fought. She was ready, ready to take down Mika, all she had to do was get back up on her damn feet!

But sadly, the Latina found herself distracted by the voice in her head pushing her onwards. As soon as she had started to rise, to get back up, Mika came leaping towards her, those bare, powerful thighs of her's clamping tight around Angel's head. Right back down Angel went, her face slammed into the mat, her forehead striking it hard, leaving the Latina in a daze. She lied there against the canvas, facedown, whimpering softly as she tried to fight back against the sudden headache the aerial technique had brought to her.

In a feat of acrobatic skill, Mika was able to ensnare Angel's head in her legs and, twisting her body, slam the Latina down face-first into the mat with an almighty thud. Landing on her front with her legs still wound tightly around Angel's head, Mika propped herself up on her elbows rested her chin on her palms, smiling as she did a cutesy pose for the audience-- all the while scissoring Angel's head tightly.

She would soon add hurt to the humiliation, however as she quickly raised her legs up and down, slamming Angel's forehead into the mat again and again. After five or so slams, she would finally release Angel's head and roll away. "THAT is for calling me a clown!" she declared as she rolled back up to her feet.

Angel couldn't help but groan in a most muffled manner, as she realized Mika's legs were still wrapped tight around her head. It was embarrassing. It was damn embarrassing, being trapped like this. The Latina wasn't worried though, not too much anyway.

Because when she got free, Angel planned on showing Mika what a real headscissors was like!

Of course, that still seemed to be a while off for the white-haired warrior. Up came Mika's legs, dragging Angel's head up with her, then back down into the mat she was slammed. Then again, and again, and again, and again. Angel cried out with each of the Rainbow Warrior's slams, her eyes rolling straight back into her head. Her mind felt clouded, her vision somewhat dark, and she barely even realized what was happening after the first few of them. Even when Mika finally let her go, rolling away from her, Angel barely had any idea it had happened, the Latina still resting facedown upon the mat, her world a complete and utter blur.

After slamming her foe's head repeatedly against the mat, Mika finally released Angel and rolled to her knees next to the Latina. Angel was busy lying facedown on the mat, and was probably in quite a dazed state after the way Mika used her head as a drum like that. "Whoo!" Mika cried, flashing her fans a V-sign. "RAINBOW POWER!"

As her fans cheered, Mika would shove Angel over onto her front. Kneeling over to sit on Angel's chest so that the Latina would get a good view of her ass, Mika would grab at Angel's legs and fold them back, giving the audience a good view of her opponent's posterior as well. The ref girl quickly dropped down and started the countdown. "ONE..."

Angel lightly stirred, as Mika flipped her over, dropping her ass right onto the Latina's chest. A soft cry passed her lips as the Rainbow Warrior grabbed her legs, bending them backwards, trapping her in what seemed like a solid pin. If it had been any other opponent, there would have been little doubt that Mika was about to pick up a win and become the new champion of the entire AFW.

But Mika wasn't fighting any other opponent. She was fighting Angel, and the Latina had come too far, had worked too hard, had struggled too much to let her dream fade away like this. "Two...!" the referee cried out, slapping her hand against the mat for the second count. Angel lied there still, unmoving aside from a gentle fluttering of her eyelids, as her eyes slowly came open. Angel wasn't done. Far from it. She was going to break this damn pin and win this match!

For a third time, the referee's hand dropped towards the mat, but right before it made contact, in that brief instant before it was all over, Angel let out a sharp, sudden scream of determination, gathering up all of her strength, bucking her body as hard as she could to the side, trying to throw the Rainbow Warrior off of herself and break her pin!

At the last possible moment, Angel twisted underneath Mika, getting a shoulder off the mat. With a look of pure exasperation, Mika knelt upright and shook her head. "Seriously?" she said. "You're still fighting? After the way I used your head like a drum like that?"

With an irritated sigh, Mika swept her pigtails back. Giving a loud cry and flashing another V-sign to her fans, she ran to towards the ropes, before bouncing off and jumping forwards in the hopes of nailing her opponent with a leg drop.