Champ vs Champ, Tension vs Friction, John vs Angel

“Orderly tactical withdrawal.” John groaned out as he rolled and quickly got away from her, springing to his feet. John wasnâ€t running away…it was an orderly tactical withdrawal.

Completely different.

In every way.

It was like running away, but with more greatness.

John knew those kicks were going to cause him a lot more damage, he had to find a way to do something about them. John came back at her again, with his arms up. He looked very intent on trying to seize her about the shoulders, drawing in close, his eyes locked onto them…until suddenly, he sprang his long right leg out and fired back with a kick of his own, trying to give her a taste of her own medicine and drive his boot into her stomach!

Angel braced herself, as John came lunging in towards her. Was he really so foolish as to just charge her against like this? Angel tsked towards him, getting ready to fire off one of her long, strong kicks straight towards him as he came in at her.

But before she could do so, John shifted gears, his own leg springing up through the air towards her. It was a completely unexpected move, and one that easily caught Angel off her guard.

"OOONFF!" came a cry from the Latina's lips as the kick connected, John's boot burying itself into her stomach. The Latina lurched forward, doubling over, her guard completely dropped by the sudden, swift kick.

John grinned, finally getting back on the offensive. His opponent was doubled over, bent over his foot. He withdrew his foot quickly, and then spun around on his heel. He kicked out again, this time aimed at her side.

Sheâ€d been kicking his ass with the kicks and now John was returning the favor.

Angel held her gut with both hands, barely able to believe that John had suddenly gotten such a great strike on her like that. She knew she needed to shake it off fast, but she knew she didn't have any time to do so.

And she was right, of course. The Latina lifted up her head, just in time to see John spinning in place, lashing out with another kick towards her. This one connected just as solidly as the first, smashing into her side and sending her sprawling onto the mat. She growled, half in pain and half in annoyance, as she landed on her side, curling up and holding the location of impact with one hand. That had hurt, and she had a feeling she'd be feeling that in the morning.

John was getting into his zone, now. He was done fooling around or allowing himself to show off. John watched as the Latina fell to her side, curling up on the ground. He quickly got around her while she was on the ground. Quickly, he kicked her just a bit, enough to force her onto her stomach, and tried to scoop her legs up.

This time he was going for a much, much simpler and easy to put on Boston Crab, grabbing both of her legs and trying to virtually sit down on her. Instead of wasting his time like before, he kept it basic.

Angel grunted as that kick struck her body, forcing her onto her stomach, the Latina now lying facedown against the mat. This was bad. John was just owning her with his kicks, and Angel didn't like it. She didn't like being upstaged by her own specialty!

Fortunately for her though, John decided to let up on the kicks...or unfortunately, as she soon realized, the Tension champion scooping up her legs and stepping over her, mounting her back as he bent her legs into the Boston crab. Angel's eyes promptly went wide, the Latina quickly realizing what was happening, and knowing she had to escape, and fast.

"No!" she yelled out, feeling her legs being bent back into the hold, but not quite able to mount a defense against it yet. "No no no! Nnn...l-let me go!" she cried out, wincing as John started to put on the pressure.

John was grinning as he finally got some traction. For a moment, he was tempted to gloat, but that really wasnâ€t his thing. He bent back further, bending his knees and pulling her legs back as far as they would go.

As he did, he heard Angel demand for him to let go. “Let go? Ten bucks!” He said with a slight smirk, though he stopped himself short of making any other comments. John had to decide now if heâ€s transition this into something more, or keep on the hold to try and weaken her for latter.

He settled on a middle ground, letting go of her left leg and slipping back into a single leg crab, trying to put all of his pressure onto her dominant right leg and pour nearly twice the strength onto it.

Angel felt relieved, as she felt her left leg released. Her relief was short-lived though, as she felt John tightening up on her right leg, putting all of his strength into bending it back. She released another cry, a brief howl of pain, as she felt her strong, well-toned leg being bent back into John's nasty little hold. She was in a bad place, not exactly somewhere she was fond of being.

"Nnn...almost a tempting offer..." she fired back up at him, forcing the words out through clenched teeth. She needed to focus, she needed to get herself free. Unfortunately, she wasn't in the best position to do that.

She could only think of one way out. The 'easy' way, some might say. A rope break, she had to reach the ropes. Taking a moment to focus, she threw both of her arms outwards, the Latina grabbing at the mat to try and pull herself closer to the ropes, knowing if she didn't do SOMETHING soon, that John would have her right where he wanted her...completely trapped and helpless in his hold, and there was no way Angel was going to let that happen.

John pulled back as hard as he could. So early in the math, he was certain he wouldnâ€t get a tap out, but anything that put pressure on her legs would give him an advantage latter on. John let out a smirk as he continued working that right leg, hearing the Latina reject his offer . “Ngh….five?” he smirked.

As he continued to work the hold, he felt Angel pulling back, dragging herself towards the ropes with both of her hands. John did his best to keep the hold going, pulling harder, trying to keep bending her leg and put pressure on her. He tried to plant his feet down and hold her in place, but he could tell that he was slipping and that she would make it to the ropes soon!

This wouldnâ€t last long anyway, John decided to drop the hold on his own terms. He stood up and released the pressure on Angelâ€s leg and stood up, though he still kept a grip on her leg. He tried to convert his hold into an ankle lock, with him standing and twisting her ankle while she remained on her stomach.

If it worked, it may blunt her attempt to rope break. But, the time taken to transition ould easily let her slip away.

Angel growled, trying to get herself closer to the ropes. Her legs were strong, but she was only human. There was only so much she could take as John cranked her leg back in that crab. She could feel the strain on her leg and her lower back, the pain only driving her to try harder to make her way to the ropes. She pulled herself a little closer, trying to stretch one of her arms out towards the ropes, knowing she could reach them if she could just get her arm out a little further...

And then, there it was. A brief moment of relief, as she felt John releasing his pressure, breaking the crab hold on her. Knowing that this was her chance, the Latina lunged out, using a burst of energy to try and grab onto the ropes again. Her hand came out, just narrowly managing to grab onto them, just as John began to twist her foot into the ankle hold.

"Nnn! Ropes! Ropes! Lemme go!" she yelled out, clutching tight onto the bottom-most rope as John started to work her ankle. "Get off of me, little boy!"