Av'12 AFW Title Match

Heather was fighting her best to lock Angel in that headscissor hold, wanting badly to really get some damage into the girl as the girl would grab her thighs, trying to pry them apart. Heather clicked her tongue, trying to use the strength in her legs to fight the girl's hands, but it was quite hard. She would ball her hands into fists tightly, throwing them up and throwing as many punches as she could to Angel's head, trying to get her to let go of her thighs so she could lock in that scissor hold.

Angel was in a bind, that was for sure. Still she tried to pry open Heather's legs, not wanting to feel them clamp fully around her, when suddenly she felt the flurry of punches from Heather's fists striking against her head. She let out a sharp, surprised cry as the blows rained down upon her skull, letting go of Heather's legs in the process, almost by instinct, as her hands flew up to try and protect herself from the multiple blows from her opponent.

The second Angel's hands shot up to try and protect her head, Heather developed a huge grin on her face. That was her chance. She would quickly maneuver her legs to tightly and strongly lock them around Angel's head, trying her best to lock in that headscissor hold that she's been fighting for. "Hah!! Now you're going to get it!" Heather yelled out through her efforts, thinking this was her big chance to put a good dent in Angel.

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Angel let out an annoyed and muffled grunt, as Heather's legs began to clamp fully around her, the headscissors starting to lock itself in. Maybe it was a mistake to try and block Heather's punches...or, at least it might have been, if the headscissors hold wasn't one of Angel's preferred moves. She had used the hold a hundred times herself, and and knew the tricks to use if you wanted to be free.

When Heather's legs pushed in harder around her, the Latina's mouth opened quickly. She waited a brief moment for Heather to think her hold was locked in, then went to snap her jaws shut, biting down hard into the flesh of her hated opponent. With any luck, she hoped, the sudden pain would be enough to force Heather into letting her go.

Heather was quite pleased with herself as she clamped her legs around Angel's head. She was sure that with this move she could weaken the girl quite a bit. That was of course until Angel decided to use quite a crafty way to escape from the hold instead of forcing herself out. Heather felt the girl bite down on her thigh, causing her to yell out in pain, quickly releasing Angel.

"Y-you bitch!!" Heather let out as she rolled backwards away from her, rubbing her thigh a bit. "You're going to regret that.." Heather let out, glaring deeply at Angel, quite pissed at t he cheap tactic as she clenched her fists.

"I'd love to see you try, slut," Angel called back at Heather with a smile as the purple haired woman rolled away. Angel herself reached up to her neck as the hold was released, rubbing it gently as she started back up to her feet, never taking her eyes off of Heather. "I don't do anything if I think I'll regret it..."

With those words, she straightened up, bouncing on her heels a bit as she waited for Heather to rise up against as well, watching her movements carefully. "Ready for round two?"

Heather would grit her teeth at Angel's words and what she called her, it clearly pissing her off quite a bit, but she would do her best to hold that in, not giving her any sort of response. She shook her head as she got back fully onto her feet before she heard Angel go on. "Well, I'll be sure this will make a first." Heather said in response, glaring deeply at the girl.

"You bet I am." Heather let out, charging towards the girl immediately after. She would make it so it seemed like she was heading straight towards her, but would spin past her at the last minute, looking to leap onto the ropes and springboard off them, trying to kick Angel hard in the side of her head with a 'Beautiful Disaster' kick.

After taking the worst part of her and Heather's first exchange, Angel wasn't about to let her opponent get the drop on her again. She kept a close watch on her enemy, raising her arms up protectively, bracing herself as Heather suddenly lunged in towards her. She waited for Heather to draw in close, suddenly lunging back towards the woman as if to grab at her, but that's when she suddenly spun past, heading towards the ropes. With quick reflexes, Angel spun back towards Heather, not wanting to lose sight of her for only a moment. However, as she spun, Heather suddenly bounded off the ropes with her kick, nailing Angel squarely in the side of the head.

"Unnff!" The Latina grunted loudly, the force of the kick spinning her back away from Heather. She stumbled away with wide, shocked eyes, looking quite staggered by the attack, for the moment at least.

Heather took the risk with the charge, luckily able to maneuver herself around Angel and hit with her kick off the springboard. Connecting solidly with the girl's head was so satisfying, and she was expecting to turn and see Angel on the ground, but unfortunately the girl seemed to only have stumbled back. However, the girl definitely looked staggered and Heather needed to capitalize on that state. It was in situations like this where Heather was quite proud of the speed she had behind her, knowing she could use it to her advantage.

She would quickly charge towards Angel again, this time heading straight towards her as she would leap up. She would try to wrap her legs around her head and spin herself around, looking to hit her with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown.

Angel shook her head. Heather's kick had hurt like hell, but it wasn't anywhere near the worse thing she had ever felt in the ring. She had gone toe-to-toe with both Akashi and Sarah, after all, and nearly toppled each of them. One little kick like Heather's wouldn't slow her down for too long. It took a brief moment or two, but soon she had shaken off the kick, turning back towards Heather slowly, only for her eyes to go wide again as she spied the woman flying through the air towards her.

The next thing Angel knew, Heather's legs had clamped around her head again, and the very next moment the Latina found herself hitting the mat. She sat up with a quick start, then dropped back to the canvas, hitting it with a groan. Once again, it looked like Heather had gotten the better of her, the white-haired woman stirring for a moment before slowly trying to sit back up.