Title Match: Angel vs. Rainbow Mika!

Angel came charging straight in towards Mika, in hopes of knocking her right out of the ring, only for the clever blonde to pull a fast one over on her, spinning out of the way and yanking the ropes down. Unable to stop herself in time, Angel went tumbling straight over the ropes, crashing into the padded floor of the arena with a loud, sick thudding sound.

She lied there for a moment, not moving at all, then slowly began to push up to her hands and knees, groaning softly as she struggled to shake off the cobwebs and rise back up to her feet, left completely open to anything Mika might have planned now.

Rising up to her feet, Mika shook her pigtailed head. Angel had done a number on her-- the Latina was fast and vicious, and definitely had plenty of ring experience. But she had also been overconfident, and had allowed that overconfidence to get the better of her. And Mika was going to make sure she paid for her mistake.

As Angel collapsed outside of the ring, Mika would waste no time climbing up to the top ropes. As Angel began to pick herself up far below, Mika would smile and clap to the crowd, getting them to join in before she executed one of her signiature moves.

The moment Angel stood back up, Mika would make her move. "FLYING PEACH!" she shouted, before launching herself in a backflip and flying, butt-first, down at the recovering Latina...

Tired, staggering, stumbling, Angel climbed back up to her feet, shaking her head ever-so-slow this way and that, trying to clear her head of her cobwebs. Just when she thought she was dominating the match, Mika had flipped things around on her, completely changing the pace of the match. If Angel's head had been more clear, she would have been pissed off about it.

But her head wasn't clear, still muddled from the crash to the floor. She heard Mika's declaration of her attack but couldn't put two and two together, slowly turning about and looking up in the direction of the noise. The poor Latina didn't even get the chance to realize what was happening, as Mika dropped down towards her. Once more, the blonde's big, firm butt slammed right into Angel's face as she look up at Mika, and once more Angel would be taken down to the ground by the attack, her arms and legs spread open wide as she hit the ground hard.

Mika felt the familiar, and satisfying, feeling of her butt slamming down into her opponent's face. Collapsing down to a sitting position on top of Angel's face, Mika groaned a little, knelt upright, and made a show of rubbing her sore ass. It was a move meant to humiliate a downed opponent, and was greeted by a chorus of laughs and catcalls from the audience.

Hopping up to her feet, Mika grabbed a hold of Angel's hair to drag her up as well. "I'll teach you to call me a clown, chica, she whispered, before grabbing her head in one arm and her thigh in another, and aiming to break into a run and suplex the Latina hard onto the announcer's table!

Angel cried out as Mika took seat upon her face. It was a muffled, soft sound, blocked out by the sound of Mika's big, round ass pushed down against her face. She kicked her feet angrily, her cheeks burning red at the humiliation that was being inflicting upon her. She was still feeling dizzy and out of things, but she was still in touch enough with reality to realize the crowd was laughing at her and cheering for the heavier woman sitting on her.

As soon as Mika got off though, Angel sat up slightly, taking a big, deep breath of air, glad for the reprieve from the nasty face-sitting. Too bad for her though, that she leaned right up towards Mika's hands, giving Mika perfect access to her hair. The Latina let out a sharp shriek as she felt Mika's hands grabbing tight on her short hair, a shriek that only grew louder as Mika roughly dragged her up onto her feet. If it wasn't for the blunt blow to her head from Mika's ass, she might have been able to fight the Rainbow Warrior off, but as it stood, Angel was still pretty out of things. Mika was able to easily lift her up, charging straight towards the announcer's table with her lifted up in the air.

"Aaaangggh!" came the yell of pain as Angel's body was thrown hard onto the wooden table, the announcer's quickly scurrying out of the way of the two women. There was a loud cracking sound, and though the table didn't actually break, there was a quite noticeable slump in the middle of it, a large crack appearing underneath Angel's body. The surface of the table was weakened though, Angel herself lying atop it, writhing around in pain from the mighty suplex.

There was a satisfyingly loud thump as Mika brought Angel slamming down across the table. Stepping back, Mika whipped her pigtails back and let out a loud cheer of triumph-- a sound that her fans echoed in a thundering chorus. Looking down at her opponent, Mika noted with satisfaction that Angel was now thoroughly sprawled across the table, her slender form writhing as she groaned in pain.

Deciding to follow up on that powerful move, Mika grabbed one of the nearby chairs that a startled announcer had just vacated. "Sorry," she said with playful cuteness to the announcer, "I've gotta borrow this for a second." Standing up, Mika would raise her arms to the crowd, gesturing to get them shouting and cheering for her even more as she stood over Angel, with her back turned to the Latina.

And then, Mika would jump back, aiming to nail Angel, butt-first, with a body slam that would crush her even further against the table. "PEACH THUNDERSTRIKE!"

As Angel lay about the table, she could hear the cheers and shouts of the crowd for Mika. From the sound of things, they were egging the blonde on! They were backing her up instead of Angel! As Mika cried out her cheer, the audience echoed it right back to her, a sound that left Angel feeling more pissed than anything.

If those idiots in the crowd thought Mika was going to defeat her, they had another thing coming to them!

Lying on the table, Angel shifted her head around, watching tiredly as Mika snatched the chair away from the announcer, setting it up near the table. She had to bite her tongue from laughing, just knowing what Mika had planned. Did she really think Angel was completely out of it? The Latina had suffered through slams and throws and attacks from the biggest and most dangerous women in the company. She was tough, and there was no way that something like a suplex into a table (though admittedly, it did hurt like hell) was going to take her out long enough for Mika to follow up with such a big and obvious move.

As soon as she watched Mika leap backwards towards her, her big butt dropping down towards the Latina's body, Angel took in a sudden, sharp breath. Gathering up her energy, she pushed herself to the side, rolling right off of the table, and completely out of Mika's way, leaving nothing but air between the Rainbow Warrior and the cracked wood.

The crowd was cheering and stomping as Mika riled them up in preparation for her big move. Smiling, Mika leapt backwards, shouting her move's name out loud as she dropped down on Angel...

...and crashed, hard, into the bare surface of the table. There was a tremendous crack, and the thin wooden table gave way. Mika only had time to yelp in surprise before she crashed down to the floor amidst the two broken table halves. Pain shot up her tailbone, and she was sent sprawling amidst the wreckage, her eyes wide in shock and in pain. "O...owww..." she gasped, one leg kicking out weakly.

Angel had just barely made it out of the way of Mika's attack, landing on the floor near the table just as the blonde smashed straight through it. Despite herself, she had to chuckle, even with tiny splinters and fragments of the table getting sent her way.

"More like Peach Blunderstrike, chica," she muttered, as she sat up slowly, turning her head to stare at Mika. That was a dangerous move the luchador had tried, and Angel was incredibly relieved that she had managed to get out of the way. She could only imagine how messed up she would be right now if that attack had hit!

She sat there, for several long moments, the Latina's breath quick and hard as she tried to gather her bearings. She needed to capitalize on this, she needed to get things turned back around before Mika recovered. Most importantly though, she needed to get back in the ring. The ref wasn't too far away, leaning on the ropes and starting to count the two women out!

Taking one final moment of rest to steady her nerves, Angel started to rise back to her feet, keeping her eyes on Mika all the while. Once she was standing up again, she stepped over towards her, leaning down to grab Mika by the arm to pull her back to her feet. Then, she would simply whip her towards the ring, stepping after Mika as soon as she had released her grip.

For a while, Mika lay on her back amidst the sprawled wreckage of the table, her generous bosom rising and falling as she caught her breath. Slowly, she shook her head and let out an embarassed groan. She had missed! In her long and amazing career as a pro wrestler, she had rarely missed with one of her Peach attacks, especially from such an elevated position! Kicking her feet against the floor, she huffed and tried to sit upright. She was going to make Angel pay for this embarrassment.

Except Angel, it seemed, was one step ahead of her.Feeling her arm being grabbed by the Latina, Mika was suddenly hauled to her feet. "Hey--" was all she managed to say, before Angel whipped her hard towards the nearby ring. Wide-eyed, Mika failed to stop herself in time and slammed hard against the side of the ring. "OOOPH!" The edge of he ring caught her just beneath her chest, causing her breasts to balloon slighty from the impact before she toppled onto her back, rolling and clutching her hurting midsection. "Aaaaahh...."