Heather Sunderland vs Angela Guillot - TABLES!

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Heather winced hard as she felt Angela grab her by her hair, pulling her up and sending quite the painful burn into her scalp by the pulling. She grit her teeth hard, squirming around as she was lifted up, trying her best to just regain herself and get her bearings again to break off from this offensive that Angela was taking hard to her.

As if that wasn't enough, Angela took another handful of her hair, Heather letting out a loud yell before she was swung around. She planted her feet, bracing as much as she could before trying to turn more, reaching up for her wrists. She tried to use the momentum of Angela's initial throw to turn it around on her and toss HER into the barricade instead!

[Devastated]

Angela was riding high right now, taking control of this fight and soon this Heather girl would be nothing but another beaten puddle of mush on the floor. The fearsome blonde had a firm grip on Heather's hair and could hear those scream from the lovely young woman as she yanked and pulled on that purple mane.

Though, the French woman's eyes was forced to widen as Heather managed to resist her yanking and take advantage of Angela who now found herself on unstable footing as Heather took a hold of Angela's wrists and sent the blonde flying back first into the barricade. " Aaaagh!" Angela cried out as her back hit the unforgiving steel, slumping down onto her rear as she arched her back away from the barricade.

[TiefBlau]

Heather grunt out as she was able to finally turn it around, slamming Angela into that steel. She backed up a bit, taking a deep breath as she looked down at the girl. It was clear to her that this would not be an easy match in the slightest. Angela fought rough and Heather would have to match that roughness as much as she could.

In order to do that, Heather made sure to take advantage of the girl's position sitting against the barricade like that. She backed up a little, her back pressing against the ring apron before she rushed at her, ducking just a bit to try and ram her knee hard into her large chest as she was against that steel barricade!

[Devastated]

Angela groaned out as she arched her back, she was going to punish Heather for that, make sure that this newbie who didn't even have a name worth mentioning would pay for that. Angela would look up and see Heather running towards her, rushing and closing the distance between the two as then that knee of Heather's drove right into Angela's buxom chest.

" Guh!" She cried out, the blond woman's body pushed and sandwiched up against the barricade as she would feel the air rush out of her lungs, coughing out as if Heather moved away the French beauty would drop onto her side and wrap her arms around her chest.

[TiefBlau]

Heather shook her leg a little after connecting with her, the force sending vibrations up her body with how hard the impact was. She looked around a bit, biting her lip before nodding, having a good idea of what to do next. She reached down, aiming to give Angela a taste of her own medicine as she gripped her hair, trying to drag her closer to the ring again.

She hopped up onto the apron afterwards, seating herself firmly atop it before reaching for her hair again. She was trying to yank the girl up enough to lock her thighs around her head with Angela facing her, trying to use the leverage of her higher and seated position to lock her in a tight headscissor hold!

[Devastated]

Angela winced out as she shook her head, she soon felt the hands of Heather upon her hair, pulling and yanking her short blonde locks and forced the young blonde beauty to be dragged off towards the ring. Facing the crowd she was seated up as Heather's legs snapped around her skull.

The eyes of the French woman widened as the pressure started to build up in just the span of a second or two. " MMhn..." Angela growled out in pain as those legs of Heather's were causing her skull to ache, her head to pound. Angela rose her right foot up off of the floor and stomped her heel down against the mat. She winced and brought her hands up to Heather's thighs, gripping, scratching and pounding on those legs. The scratching probably wasn't very effective because of those baggy pants of Heathers, that were annoying the blonde woman's cheeks quite a bit right now.

[TiefBlau]

Heather pushed a grin on her face as she got her in t his position, letting her strong legs do the work in really weakening the girl as much as she could. She wanted to make her pay badly for the things that she said before this match started, and this was quite the good way for Heather to get that 'punishment' underway!

"Ahaa--I'm sure that doesn't feel all t hat great, does it? Not enjoying yourself in there?" She teased, planting her hands on the apron and lifting her hips off of it. She arched her body, elevated like that as she tried to bend and put as much pressure as she could on Angela's head and neck, part of her wanting her to unofficially give in from this submission, but she knew damn well the girl was tougher than that to be brought to that state so soon. Still, this was quite the good way to deal some damage.

[Devastated]

Angela winced out, huffing through her gritted teeth as she was stuck in Heather's painful hold, those legs tightening and then she was being slightly elevated, her neck starting to strain as she was forced to move up to her knees to bare with the pain and try and alleviate some of the elevation that Heather was bringing to the hold.

A thought struck the Nightmarish woman though. Angela's arms would move up, wrapping around Heather's legs right in front of the blonde woman's face. She'd hug those legs as she pulled forward, trying to pull Heather's hands away from the apron as she'd move up to her feet. The buxom French beauty would walk forward, hopefully with Heather on her shoulders as she would walk away from the apron, a step or two, then do a half turn so the ring was on the two women's left side.

Angela would then drop herself backwards, trying to slam Heather's back right down onto the barley padded floor outside of the ring with an Electric Chair Drop!

[TiefBlau]

Heather squeezed as tightly as she could, arching and bouncing her body to keep adding more and more pressure to the girl. She was desperately trying to deal as much damage as she possibly could, trying to stop her offensive as effectively as she possibly could. What she didn't expect though was the answer that Angela finally gave her to her move.

She blinked as she was pulled away from the apron, her eyes widening as Angela started moving with Heather atop her shoulders. "Wh--h-hey!! No!" She yelled out in a panic, squeezing as hard as she could on the girl's head before suddenly they dropped. She was slammed hard onto her back on the padding with the electric chair drop, immediately made to release her as she lie there sprawled out.

[Devastated]

Angela quickly bounded up onto a seated position the second her head was released, her hands moving up to her neck and head to rub it and wince out. " Kh...Now you've done it....little no name bitch." Angela spoke out under her breath as she would push up to her knees and look over at Heather, she'd reach out for the woman's right leg.

She'd fold that leg over and then take a hold of Heather's other leg, folding that one too. The French beauty would then try and step over Heather and seat herself down with the blonde woman's well toned rear onto that back. Angela attempted to lock in a tight and painful cloverleaf submission hold. If Heather thought she was the only one who was capable of wearing someone down with submission holds, then she truly didn't know who Angela Guillot was.