Post Summer Splash Bikini Special! Angel vs. Natasha!

Angel was ready for Natasha's rebound. She braced herself, waiting for the girl to return towards her, preparing herself to fire off a big, hard kick, right towards her chest to stop her in her tracks.

She was just a little too slow though, just a little, having not expected Natasha to gain control of her movements. Before she could bring up her leg, Natasha went low, ramming her shoulder right into Angel's smooth, unprotected stomach.

"Ooof!" came the loud cry from the Latina's lips, as she was sent sprawling back onto the mat, her arms and legs going wide at her sides. She lied there breathing slowly, taken aback from the sudden counter, her bare, exposed chest rising and falling slowly as she struggled to take in a few long, deep breaths.

For a split second as Natasha watched Angel lifting her leg from the ground she was certain the woman was going to get it up in time, that she was about to run head first into a big boot that would surely leave her unmoving on the canvas. Fortunately for Natasha she proved to be just a little faster than Angel was at that moment and before the leg could come up high enough she crashed shoulder first into Angel's stomach sending her crashing down onto her back.

The ring shook from the impact of both women hitting the mat, Angel landing flat on her back while Natasha came down on top of her with her head nestled just below the woman's exposed breasts. Natasha was not going to let Angel rest up though and within moments of their landing she pushed herself back up so she was sitting on her knees in between the woman's legs.

Still breathing a little heavily herself Natasha's mind raced with the various holds she could attempt now that Angel seemed too out of it to resist her. Settling on a simple but effective maneuver Natasha reached down to take Angel by her head, pulling her into a sitting up position before moving to wrap her other arm around Angel's head and drag her into a front headlock.

Angel lied there, taken out by the sudden shoulder ram into her stomach. Her chest slowly heaved up and down, the Latina momentarily wiped out from the Frenchwoman's tricky counter. She only lied there a moment though, as Natasha grabbed her arm, dragging her up into a sitting position. She winced, feeling the bluenette's arm snaking around her head, pulling her into the simple headlock.

"Nnng...d-dammit," she muttered though gritted teeth as she felt Natasha's arm tightening around her. Her own hands came up, grasping at Natasha's arm, trying to pry on it and keep her from getting a solid hold on her, but she was still feeling weak from the blow to her stomach, and her motions were a bit slow and unsteady, the champion still trying to shake off that attack.

Natasha had caught Angel unprepared to take the spear and had earned herself a brief respite because of that, the champion laying almost defenseless before her with nothing but opportunities for her to pull ahead in this match once more. Still she was worried about rolling her other or trying to position her for an effective but time consuming submission hold, afraid Angel would shake it off before she could finish and make her pay for taking too long. If she underestimated Angel things would only go south for her and in respect for how tough Angel was Natasha decided to weaken her further.

The headlock proved easy enough to apply but keeping it on was another story as Angel immediately began to fight it, but her arms still felt weak and Natasha was able to keep her hold over the woman's neck. Tightening her grip Natasha then made sure to keep Angel pinned down by moving her knees to rest on top of Angel's lower legs, keeping them underneath her while she pulled Angel along to deepen the strain on the woman's hunched over back.

Angel grunted, as she felt Natasha adjusting her position, moving up into her lap, pinning her legs down. She felt herself being pulled tighter into the headlock, even as her hands pried and pulled at Natasha's arm.

It seemed a change of plans was needed.

Unfortunately for Angel though, she was in a bad spot, unable to find the strength to break Natasha's hold, and unable to throw her off with the bluenette weighing down her legs. She was still mad about her bikini though, so the obvious solution came quick to her. Her arms slid around Natasha's body, one of them wrapping around her, while the hand of the other balled itself into a tight fist. With another grunt, she started to pound on Natasha's bare, unprotected back, striking her fist again and again against the woman's spine, hoping to hurt and distract her enough to get her to release the headlock.

Angel could pull all she liked but Natasha had no intention of letting her go without a fight, keeping her arm wrapped tight around the woman's neck, pressed against the arterie to cut off the flow of blood to the brain in her pursuit of making Angel pass out. Angel was a dangerous woman once she got going but if she could keep her stuck in park the match would be hers.

Angel of course had other plans but as her arms dropped away Natasha mistook that for the woman weakening in her hold. She realized her error when she felt the first fist slamming into her back, and when the second and third struck she saw Angel planned to force a break through brute force. It was going to work too as each hit weakened her grip over Angel, but Natasha was more than willing to play this game if Angel wanted to.

Natasha released her hold on the woman's neck and pushed her back down towards the canvas, but instead of retreating she stood her ground and remained right where she was on top of Amgel's legs. Bringing her fists up Natasha threw a hard right punch down at the champ's face, following up with a series of hard punches which rained down over the woman's face and breasts.

Angel breathed easy as Natasha finally let her go, but her relief was short lived, as the woman suddenly forced her onto her back. The champion's face was thrown to the side as the first punch slammed into her, momentarily dazing her, then her body began to jerk, grunts emerging from her as Natasha rained down her blows upon her face and her bare chest.

With a groan, Angel lifted up her arms, trying to cover her face, trying to protect herself from Natasha's unrelenting series of punches and strikes, trying to weather the storm until she could find a moment to strike back.

There was a fine line between just flailing away at ones opponent and hitting them where you wanted using precise punches, a line that Natasha was walking upon as she threw blow after blow down at Angel. The woman was little more than a punching bag for Natasha to vent her frustrations out on for a few moments but she gathered her wits and brought her arms back up to defend herself, forcing Natasha to spread her punches around a bit more in an attempt to slip more past her guard. She couldn't keep the barrage up forever though and soon she felt herself beginning to tire, the muscles in her arms beginning to burn from exertion even as she refused to slow her pace.

The more Angel blocked her punches however the calmer Natasha appeared to get as she realized she was expending more energy than she could afford to just to keep the woman from sitting up. But if she slowed then Angel would surely find a way to counter attack, Natasha knew this and yet she could only keep up the pressure while she looked for a way out.

Angel grit her teeth, scowling beneath her arms as she tried to cover herself, tried to protect herself from Natasha's angry storm of punches and strikes. A few grunts passed through her lips, as several of the bluenette's punches snuck past her guard, striking against her face. She could feel her arms burning, her face hurting as she tried to weather the blows, but she realized she couldn't keep this up for much longer, especially as she began to realize that Natasha was growing calmer. That wasn't good. A calm opponent was a smart opponent, and Angel knew she needed to find a way out now.

She waited a moment longer, waiting for Natasha's fists to come in towards her again. Then, suddenly, she would break her guard, trying to catch the heiress' arms by her wrists, trying to stop her assault dead in it's tracks. "Game over, chica," she whispered, then trying to buck her body upwards, trying to throw the Frenchwoman off of herself and to the side, trying to roll over on top of her instead!

Natasha felt like she had a wild animal pinned down in a corner, knowing that if she let up the pressure for even a split second this animal would spring out of the corner and make her pay for all the hits she had landed so far. She needed to keep calm however or she would just be making it easier for Angel to find a way to escape her, but as much as she kept telling herself that Natasha was beginning to grow frantic as her arms were tiring and she realized she was close to running out of steam. Her mind was racing to find a way out of her predicament and then it hit her, all she had to do was break off her punches and grab the woman's wrists instead to pin them down while her breasts did the rest and smothered her out.

Unfortunately Angel seemed to have the same plan as her and when she went to take hold of Angel's wrists she found it was her who was caught instead, Natasha's eyes widening in amazement as it was suddenly her underneath Angel. Blinking in surprise Natasha immediately began to squirm underneath Angel but for the moment she didn't have the energy to break free.