Tag Team Championship Gauntlet Match

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Angle would lay on the floor groaning quietly in pain. Her back was burning and this might be a problem for the later match. She would slowly lift her arm and would try to roll herself around onto her back. But her opponent would cut this attempt short by stumping onto her back. The black haired woman would scream out in pain bending backwards again before dropping back onto the floor. The masked woman would lay there moaning a lot while her opponent was pulling her back towards her own corner. Angle wasn´t in a spot to fight back right now and would just get dragged along allowing their opponents to make the tag.

[Taskmaster12]

Cheryl had a bit of a scary start but thankfully she started to turn things around on this chick and Amber was excitement to see her friend coming in to tag her in. Jumping at the chance to enter Amber hopes over the top rope once she was tagged and moved over to the injured foe. Cheryl had a good idea of where to start and she wanted to follow up on it. Grabbing her head she would try and bring her up to her feet and then grab her arm to bring it up and over her head. From there she would try and hoist her up in the air and try to send her down again with a snap suplex.

[xalex]

Angle would feel how her opponent would drag her back up to her feet, so that the dutch woman stood right in front of her opponent still dizzy and not fully there. She would look at her opponent for a few moments unable to do anything while Amber was setting up the next move. She would trap the head of Angle under her armpit and lay the arm of the black haired woman around her own neck. In the next moment Angle´s thigh were pulled upwards and the feet of the masked woman would lose the contact to the floor and she would try through the air thanks to a snap suplex and would crash into the mat soon later really hard, bouncing off the floor once time before dropping back down limp. Angle would lay there groaning and in pain.

[Taskmaster12]

Ldropping her down to the mat Amber knew that back had to be feeling it. Now all she could do was keep on capitalizing on it, though these two still creeped her the hell out focusing on one and making sure that Angle never tagged out was going to do wonders for them. They could win 2 on 1 no matter how good the opponent was. “Alright...now let’s try this!” Amber kicked her side and would try to kick her over to her stomach. Then Amber would run towards the ropes and bounce off the corner to whip off them. Then as she got close she would do a cartwheel and try to drop down onto Angle’s back.

[xalex]

Angle would be laying there for a moment groaning in pain. She would arch her back a little bit lifting it up from the floor a little bit trying to ease the pain that way. But it wasn´t working all too well and was only helping her opponent. Because the back was arched the kick would have a way better surface for the kick. Angle would scream out in pain when the kick would hit her back and would flip her over onto her stomach. The woman would now lay face down and would groan, the pain in her back was bad but she was still in this.

Luckily for her she was feeling how the floor was starting to shake under her, signaling to her that her opponent was running over the floor, most likely away from her. After a few moments the mats would stop shaking before suddenly start again, this was telling the masked woman that her opponent was coming back. She would turn her head to see that Amber was running back to her and would do a cat wheel. The Dutch woman would roll out of the way and would let her opponent drop onto the thin ringmat instead of her own body. The Dutch woman would roll until she was laying under the ring ropes or at least a little bit in front of them. The Dutch woman would slowly sit up and would use the middle rope to help herself in a sitting position. She would turn her head enough to look over to amber and to see what she was up to.  

[Taskmaster12]

Up until Amber got close, Angle didn’t move so she thought she was secure. Instead she moved at the perfect time, just as Amber was coming down from her cartwheel. This gave Amber just enough time to see what was about to happen, but not enough time to change course or do anything about it. Instead she just met the ring mat, slamming into it and being left flat on her stomach. “Ugghh...dammit.” Amber groaned, she looked to the side but lost track of Angle, so she turned her head a bit to see that she was near the ropes. Good that gave her time, Amber began to stand up her hand going to her chest after the abrupt contact, and basically resetting herself so she could decide what to do next.

[xalex]

Angle would reach over her head and grabbed the top rope with both of her hands as thigh as she could before pulling herself back up to her feet slowly, going through a strongly backwards bend position. Her eyes were locked onto her opponent the entire time she would rise. No way she would let her out of her sight.
When the Dutch fighter was standing again she would start to move towards her opponent and circle her slowly. She would do this for some time before suddenly closing in and trying to jump her opponent with a fast kick to the other side of the thighs with as much power as she could bring in, before she would let her arms shoot forwards trying to warp them around the neck of her opponent to pull Amber into a forwards bend position and lock her into a side headlock. The masked woman would squeeze her arms around her opponents neck as tight as she could.

[Taskmaster12]

Amber got up around the time Angle was up on her feet and entering the ring again. The women seemed razor focused on her, though the blonde wasn’t exactly about to act like she was going to foolishly take her eyes off her either. Instead she kept herself razor focused on the women in front of her and making sure that she didn’t have a chance to get away. Finally Angle rushes her sending s kick to her side that connected and made Amber jump away from it after the fact her hand sliding to that side before she felt her head being sucked in by Angle’s reaching arms taking her head in and keeping the blonde close. Amber’s hands reached up and tried to grab and pull her arms away.

[xalex]

Angle would have her opponent under control right now. She would shake the head of her opponent a little bit roughly and would pull her forwards and push her backwards again, just to make it almost impossible for her opponent to find a stable stand for a counter. The Dutch woman was trying to lead her opponent backwards with all this pushing and pulling. This was they would make their way over to her own corner. Widow would smirk knowing exactly what her intention was and would get herself ready to jump in. The woman with the red hair would lean over the top rope as far as she could, to reach into the ring and slapped her own team partner onto the shoulder. Angle might be still fit enough but she didn´t want to have all the fun for herself. The referee would clap his hands together over her head to show that a tag had happened.
Widow would bend her knees for a moment, while still being at the outside of the ring before jumping over the top rope into the ring. She would jump as high as she could, jumping sideways over the top rope to get into the ring. She would fly forwards just enough that she would come crashing down onto the forwards bend Amber, who was still hold in place by Angle. The black haired woman would only let go of her opponent in the very last moment.

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Amber was slowly pulled back to the opposite corner, though the blonde was doing her best to break free and get loose she didn’t quite get her head free before the tag was made. Instead she was still trapped and bent around while the other girl leaped up and over the top rope to try and knock her down just as Amber was let out of the hold ensuring the big women dropped down on top of her. The impact hit so suddenly that Amber didn’t let out a single scream but the way her body bent and to anyone could see, the look on her face, she was clearly hurt and trying to recover the air that had been knocked out of her.