The victorious Avenging Angel removed her foot from Elizabeth's chest as the referee rose and signaled for the bell. The moment's ease hadn't softened her expression much, but it was enough to be noticeable if one were to pay attention. Professional wrestling attracts a lot of big egos and hard heads. The nature of the sport practically makes those necessary qualities, and Angel herself couldn't deny that she had the latter.
Especially after that headbutt.
She expected Elizabeth to ignore the warning and break out of the pin. And then she'd beat on her some more and the two would find themselves in this position again. That her opponent was so quick to heed her advice was a pleasant surprise. A first.
"You made the right choice, kid."
The older woman stuck around for a moment while the referee looked her over and assessed her condition. Satisfied that she hadn't done anything serious, she left the ring and headed towards the back, stopping just before stepping through the curtain to turn to the crowd and perform her signature pose: With her hands tightened into fists, she held her arms out straight at the sides, standing in the shape of a cross and garnering a pop from the crowd before continuing on her way.
An Hour Later...
The show wasn't over just yet, but Angel was ready to call it a night regardless. She'd gotten in a quick workout in her locker room, taken a shower, and scoped out some of the competition. There were a couple names on her list now. She would think over which of the two she'd go after first and request a match tomorrow.
But for now, it was back to her hotel room. She started towards the parking lot.
