[Pendant Match]Angel and Mayu vs. Taylor and Tsumi!

Angel most definately did not want to be on the bad end of such a big attack from the high-flying Taylor. The dropkick had rattled her a fair bit, but not enough to really put her out of it enough for Taylor's shindrop to strike her. When the blue-haired girl came flying through the air, dropping towards her, the Latina suddenly rolled out of the way, right at the last moment, sitting up quickly then trying to scurry back up to her feet.

Taylor cried out as she smacked into the mat with no Angel to cushion her fall, but her knee pads always helped keep her safe. She gritted her teeth and shoved back to her feet, scrambling furiously after Angel, wanting to keep her advantage and keep Angel dizzy.

She threw herself at the Latina and leapt up again to throw her knee out, aimed to crash into whatever part of Angel's body happened to get in the way.

Angel, however, wasn't going to let that happen. She was ready to try and end this, to try and put Taylor down and just finish the long match off.

Once she got back to her feet and noticed Taylor throwing herself at her, Angel shuffled to the side quickly, not wanting Taylor to land her blow. At the same time, one of her long legs came shooting upwards, trying to nail Taylor in the side with one of her infamous kicks as the blue-haired punk rushed her way.

Missing the knee was bad enough, but upon landing Angel's shin slammed into Taylor's side to make matters even worse. She grunted, grit her teeth, and folded over toward the hurt side and instinctively wrapped her arm over Angel's leg.

"Ow." She growled through clenched teeth. She meant to put a stop to all this nonsense from Angel, and she pushed forward into her to take her balance away with her leg trapped.

Angel looked surprised as Taylor caught her by the leg. She hopped on one foot for a moment, but before the blue-haired girl had a chance to shove her balance away from her, Angel jumped up using her good leg. Up that leg came, swinging upwards towards Taylor with an enzuigiri kick, aimed right for the side of the girl's head.

"Ungh!"

Angel's shin smacked into the side of Taylor's head and sent the punk crashing to the mat like a tree. She laid on her back, dazed, staring up at the lights with one hand absently moving up to her aching forehead. Somewhere in the back of her mind she made a note to not get kicked by Angel again.

Taylor went down hard, and Angel dropped to the mat with her. It looked to her like her kick had done it's job, the bluenette lying there in a daze. A playful thought crossed Angel's mind, and she wondered if perhaps she could finish the match here and now.

She quickly scooted over towards Taylor's head as the girl lied there looking upwards towards the lights, taking a seated position behind her. One hand snapped out, grabbing one of Taylor's pigtails to lift her head up some, letting Angel scoot in closer, placing the girl's head in-between her legs. One of the Latina's long legs lifted up, going to lie itself over Taylor's body, while the other slipped forward, wrapping itself around Taylor's neck like a serpent, trying to slither it's way around her nice and tightly. The crowd began to cheer as they realised that Angel was going for a finishing hold, trying to wrap the punk up in a figure-four headlock, the Angel's Embrace!

Taylor shook her head as the feeling of being pulled around by her hair brought her back to reality. Once she realized what was happening, she gasped in a breath and immediately grabbed Angel's calf with both hands to stop her from being able to lock in the figure four.

"Fuck you!" She yelled. She still remembered Natalia scissoring her unconscious at Avalanche, and she didn't want a repeat in front of her tag partner. She kicked her legs up in the air and flung them to the side to help her roll over onto her stomach, her knees on the mat with her legs spread wide, and she shoved Angel's butt away to try to pry herself loose.

"Whoops!" Angel yelled as Taylor flipped herself over, bringing the Latina with her, putting her onto her belly. The white-haired woman turned head back to scowl at Taylor for a moment, when she felt the girl's hands on her ass, shoving the two of them apart.

"Sorry chica!" She playfully yelled, rolling back over and sitting up, flashing Taylor a grin now. "You're really not my type!" Up to her feet she started to rise again, her grin fading back as she grew serious once more, ready to put down Taylor and end this once and for all.

"Shut up, I'm everyone's type." Taylor retorted matter-of-factly and pulled up the hem of her Catholic school cardigan to show just a bit more of her midsection with a sly grin. "Now come get me."

She didn't wait for Angel. Even a little beat up she was still faster than Angel and she knew it. She tried to take advantage by leaping in without warning and throwing her arm around at Angel's neck to catch her with a fast clothesline.