Av'12 AFW Title Match

Heather was on a roll that she would give anything to continue, and Angel was on the ground from her hurricanrana like move. This was how she was hoping things would go, but she wasn't for a second about to think that Angel couldn't turn it around. She knew the only time she could rest, the only time she could take it easy was after the match was over. There would be no gloating on her part, her mind was fully one hundred percent focused.

She would let Angel sit herself up, but it was right then that Heather would act again. She would back herself up as the girl was sitting up before she would charge towards her yet again, trying to bring her knee crashing hard into Angel's head to attempt to put her back down on her back.

Slowly Angel sat up, shaking her head slowly. Maybe she had underestimated Heather, just a tiny bit, but she sure as hell wasn't going to let her keep up the advantage like this. There was too much on the line tonight, too much at stake for her let Heather pull further and further ahead of her in this match.

As she sat up, she turned her head towards Heather, just in time to see the woman charging towards her. Knowing that whatever was coming wouldn't feel too good, Angel threw her body to the side, tossing herself back down to the mat to try and avoid the rising knee strike. Then, in one single, swift motion, she rolled away from Heather, trying to get some distance between herself and her opponent again, needing a moment to try and regain her bearings before the fight was brought to her again.

"Hah!!" Heather yelled out as Angel would roll away and her knee would hit nothing but air. The feeling was quite frustrating, her heart sinking a bit from losing her momentum as she would quickly readjust herself, turning to face Angel. She would grin at her, holding her hand up, signalling that she almost had her. "This close Angel. This close and you would have been mine." Heather let out before readying herself again.

She told herself not to get taunting like, but in that instance she had to say something, she wasn't going to let Angel have all the fun of trash talking in the match when it came down to it. She would shake her leg a little, preparing herself before she ran towards Angel again, trying to drop low and attempt a dropkick to the girl's knees.

Angel flashed a grin back at Heather as she started to get back up, shaking her head towards her. "Sorry chica...I'd never be yours. You're just not my type, I'm not too into whores after all." She smirked, getting back on her feet, raising her arms up protectively once more.

This time around, she decided to get back on the offensive, and so the Latina went charging in back towards Heather. When Heather ducked in low, Angel quickly shuffled to the side of her, trying to stay out of the way of her dropkick. She wasn't about to let Heather get her back on the mat, not for a third time so soon. She waited a brief moment, for her opponent to start to get back up after her dropkick, and when she did Angel would lash out with her leg again, sending it in a wide, arcing kick towards the side of Heather's head once more.

Heather would just click her tongue a bit at Angel's words. "..I really doubt even a whore would take a bitch like you anyways." Heather would shoot back at her. She knew Angel knew damn well what she meant, and Heather was finding Angel's whore and slut insults to be getting incredibly old by now, not really all too phased by them.

As they charged towards eachother, Heather would be quite surprised to see Angel somehow see her low dropkick coming, causing her to quickly shake her head and scramble back up to her feet. However, before she could really retaliate in that missed move, she would feel Angel's kick collide with the side of her head, causing her to let out a yell of pain, falling to the mat on her side and rubbing her head.

As Angel's leg connected with the side of Heather's skull, knocking the girl to the mat, a rush of adrenaline ran through the Latina. It felt good to finally get a nice, solid hit in on Heather, and she didn't plan on stopping there. "Rather be a bitch than a slut~!" She playfully called back at Heather in response to her insult, taking a short step towards her, then raising her leg upwards. It hovered in the air for a moment, the Latina watching Heather rubbing her head, before dropping her leg straight downwards. She was trying to plant a sudden, harsh stomp into the side of Heather's head as she lied there, hoping to keep the woman dazed and on the mat for now.

"Guh.." Heather let out as she tried to fight to recover herself on the ground. She shook her head, still rubbing it from that kick that she got from Angel just seconds before. She heard the girl's words, Heather wanting to say something back, but she saved her breath to use it all towards recovering. As she looked up though, she saw Angel's foot hovering above her head, her eyes widening as it started to come down. Heather quickly pushed off the mat, rolling herself to the side.

She was quite glad that Angel had taken the time to taunt her a bit before that, knowing that stomp would have probably taken her out of it for at least a good few seconds, leaving her completely vulnerable. "Hah..you missed." Heather let out, pushing herself to the ropes, trying to use them to get herself to her feet.

Angel grinned as her foot slammed down towards Heather's head, ready to give the girl the worst headache of her life...only for her stomp to miss completely, her foot slamming into the mat as Heather rolled right out of the way. She stood there for a moment, stunned as the impact of her foot hitting the mat raced up her leg, then the Latina looked upwards, watching as Heather grabbed the ropes and starting to pull herself up.

"Missed my ass..." she grumbled, watching Heather get back up on her feet. Not wanting to give Heather even a moment of rest or peace from her, she wasted no time in taking off towards her again. Up came her arm, stretched towards her longer-haired opponent, as Angel raced towards her. She was intent on slamming into the woman with a stiff-armed clothesline, in hopes of knocking her right over those ropes and out of the ring!

"Hmph, what else do you want to call it?" Heather let out at Angel's words as she used the ropes to help her up. She had just narrowly avoided that stomp that could have meant a ridiculous amount of trouble for her. It was quite the close call, and she was relieved for avoiding it, but Angel wasn't anywhere close to letting her have a break.

As she got to her feet completely, she felt that clothesline collide hard with her, causing her to flip over backwards, slamming her feet on the ground and falling onto her back. She would groan out a bit, rolling just slightly as she sat against the security wall.

Angel felt the satisfying thud of her stiffened arm colliding with Heather's chest, sending the woman right over the ropes and out of the ring. She watched in delight as Heather hit the ground, rolling back to lean against the wall separating themselves from the cheering audience. She wanted to take a moment to gloat over sending Heather out of her ring, wanted to taunt the sluttily dressed woman for her tumble, but Angel knew better than that. She knew she needed to get out there and keep the pressure on Heather. So, not long after Heather hit the floor, Angel dropped down and slid under the ropes, making an exit from the ring herself. She stepped towards Heather, smirking towards her as she leaned down, reaching out to take hold of Heather's long hair in each of her hands.

"On your feet, bitch..." She muttered at Heather, giving a sharp jerk to try and pull her opponent up to her feet. If she was able to get Heather back up, she then would give her hair another jerk, trying to turn her around to face the security wall, so that she could slam Heather's head down towards it, face first into the barricade.