Heather vs Angela - Submissions!

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Submission Match
Victory by making your opponent tap
Anything goes

Heather was getting what she was sure would be quite the intense submission match, a type she wasn't exactly the best at but she was sure she could manage! She took a deep breath in the back, readying herself as much as she could before she nod her head. She finished getting herself ready, sticking her tongue out a little to herself in the mirror as she slapped her cheeks a couple times. Finally, she made her way out of the locker room, heading to the curtains, dressed in her purple fishnet top, black bikini top over that, black skirt, purple and black striped thigh-highs, and black boots.

The lights turned to a dark blue as Heather made her way out onto the stage, her theme playing over the speakers as the stage filled with smoke and green laser lights. She smirked, running down the ramp and sliding into t he ring, heading the the corner and getting up onto the middle rope, raising her hands in the air, pyro shooting down from the ceiling to the ring. She let out a long breath, basking in it all before jumping off and landing in the center of the ring.

She finished off her last stretches, nodding her head a little before looking up to the ramp, awaiting the arrival of her opponent.

[Devastated]

Angela had been craving a new match lately, she had a deep desire to lock some poor woman into a nasty hold or two and make then writhe and struggle until they were forced to tap out. Showing them just how pathetic they are compared to her. With her tight leotard on, her hands and wrist, along with matching boots, she put on her jacket as she would make her way out of the locker room.



She came out onto the ramp to her usual music, blasting out of the speakers as the platinum blonde woman would make her way towards the ring. Upon reaching it she would climb up into the ring and with it she would remove her jacket and toss it over the ropes. Walking up towards the center of the ring right up to where Heather was standing.

Angela would make her as close to Heather as she could, their breasts barely touching. She would look on at Heather and soon smirk. " Guess I can't expect much from you." Angela let out in an annoyed voice as she looked Heather up and down.

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Heather took a deep breath as her opponent's music played, finishing out her stretches as she watched her make her way out to the stage area and then down the ramp. She couldn't deny, Angela was definitely quite the looker..but then again it would be hard for her to point out someone in this league that didn't look great.

She nod her head a little before finally Angela got into the ring, removing her jacket and heading straight up towards her. She clicked her tongue just slightly at their closeness, narrowing her eyes at the girl before..hearing the first thing she said. She was a bit taken back by it, clenching her fists tightly as her expression shifted into a glare.

"E-excuse me? And how would you know that just by looking??" She let out in her frustration, shaking her head at her words. "I'll show you how ridiculous that kind of statement is without even starting the match." She kept her glare on her fully, tapping her foot a couple times. "We'll see if you think the same thing when you're tapping out!"

[Devastated]

Angela would narrow her eyes a bit as the purple haired woman would stand up to her, shaking her head a little and then seemed to get a bit riled up by what the Platinum blonde had said. She would smirk, letting out a scoff as she would tap her foot a little in mockery of what Heather was doing. She would then place her hands on her hips and take a step forward.

Bumping her chest into Heather's as she would glare at her. " You think you can make me tap?" Angela let out as she would keep herself pressed up against Heather for a few seconds, before pulling back. She stepped back one step...before she would throw her knee right up! Trying to nail Heather in the belly with a cheap knee strike straight to her breadbasket!

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Heather nod her head at Angela's words, humming to herself as she did. "I don't think it, I know it for a fact" She simply said in response, about to move back to get some space before the start of the match--only to receive t hat hard knee that slammed right into her gut. She yelled out in pain, spittle coming from her mouth as she stumbled back, holding her gut.

"A-agh!! W-what the hell!" She yelled out, the cheap shot definitely leaving its mark right where Angela wanted it, doing quite the job in ridding Heather of her air right from the start, the girl nearly scrambling to find some way to catch her breath.

[Devastated]

Driving her knee right up into Heather's gut, she got a cute yell and watched Heather stumble backwards, the purple haired woman yelling out as the referee quickly called for the bell and for the match to start. Angela deciding not to waste a single moment of this advantage, charged in after Heather Sunderland.

Looking to rush in and seek to drive her right arm straight into Heather's throat the second she raised her head, trying to go in for a cruel clothesline and take Heather down onto her back.

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Heather g rit her teeth as the bell rang right after that first hit, hating that she let the girl get the jump on her like that. She shook her head, the impact in her gut feeling like it was almost pulsating as she was just trying to make some kind of distance between the two so she could recover herself..but it was clear that Angela wasn't going to allow it.

She yelled out as that clothesline collided with her, making her grunt out loudly as her body jerked when it hit the mat, Heather gritting her teeth hard at the feeling. Her head spun as the back of it hit the mat with her fall, leaving her vulnerable.

[Devastated]

Catching Heather unaware as she drive her knee up into the purple haired woman's gut, watching her back up just enough for the French Nightmare to then charge towards her and drive her arm right into the chest of Heather, taking her down onto the canvas. Angela would smile as she looked down on Heather, she didn't think there was any point in waiting on doing this.

Deciding to drop down and try and grab Heather's head and shove it in between her legs, trying to wrap her thighs around Heather's skull and start to crush that skulle as she aimed to lock in a tight head-scissor on Heather. Looking to force that face of Heather up and close to her crotch as she tried to squeeze upon that skull.

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Heather was given barely any time to react as Angela moved right in to continue her offensive, getting her while she was down. She yelped out as her head was pulled right between her legs, her eyes widening at the squeezing sensation that was immediately applied, her face nearly pressed right into her crotch as she squeezed her with her thighs.

"Nnngh!! A-aagh!! L..let..let go!" She whined out loudly, reaching up as she dug her fingers into her thighs, desperately prying and pulling at them to try and find some way to break free. "Nnngh!!! A-aagh!!"

[Devastated]

Feeling those hands of Heather grab at her thighs, Angela would grit her teeth a bit through a smirking expression. Heather's squirming was not something she wanted to deal with too soon, so she would have to try and dissuade the purple haired woman from doing so.

Using one arm to prop herself up a bit as she would try and elevate herself and the headscissor. The French Nightmare would then try and grab a hold of Heather's hair with her other hand, trying to keep Heather's head in between her legs as she would flex and squeeze that skull of the purple haired woman.