Hardcore Match - Angela Guillot vs Annette Tatsumi (D)

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After connecting her leg to Angela's gut, Annette would ease up on her grip against Angela. Rubbing off the spittle that landed on her face with her shoulder. She knew that she would keep up with the momentum.

Ann would then releases her hold on Angela, Pulling her arm back for a stiff straight punch towards Angela's face. She would land the punch if it wasn't for Angela hitting her right on her solar plexus. Stunning her as she gasped out of air, leaving her defenseless on Angela's next assault. She was then lifted off her feet before being slammed down back first. To which she immediately hold the back of her neck in pain after the impact. She jerked her body to the side as she breathe in and out to get herself recovered.

[Devastated]

Angela was growing more pissed by the moment. This blonde harlot was giving her a hard time in a brawl? What a fucking joke. Oh she was pissed at Annette for sure....but the one that had her fuming was herself for letting Annette get in as many good blows against her as she did.

Pure anger unleashed a powerful surge in Angela as she shot her balled fist up into the fellow blonde's solar plexus and then grabbed her by her thighs. Raising her off of her feet and slammed her down for that spinebuster.

The French beauty laid agains Annette for a moment before attempting to mount those abs of the woman. Looking to seat herself on Annette and start sending a flurry of blows aimed at Annette's chest and face....clearly looking to pummel the beauty into the canvas.

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Ann kept trying to recover herself, her back is hurting and she was holding her sore neck. Who knew her opponent had such strength. She wondered if her opponent would legit injure her.

Ann didn't attempt to shake off Angela from mounting her. She had an idea on what her opponent's next offense would be. And she would let her have the satisfaction of it. She kept her calm through her pain.

As the flurry of punches were sent to Ann's chest and face. Ann instinctively moved her arms around in a way to minimalize the damage she suffered. Her sights are also looking at Angela's arms and fists to see how she could turn the table back into her favor. If such chance came, she would grab Angela's arm and pulls her in. Looking to wrap her arm around Angela's neck and choke her in a Guillotine Choke hold.

[Devastated]

The arms of Ann moved in front of the blows that the buxom Angela was sending down towards her bitch of an opponent. Guarding against those brutal blows that were sent to smash and break the cheek bones of the fellow blonde. Though it looked as if Ann had a plan all along. Her arms were quickly grabbed, like as if a snake had come and bit her wrists.

" Tch!" Angela loudly clicked her tongue as she was then yanked forward and her head was pulling in under that right-armpit of Ann. Who tightly locked in a painful....Guillotine hold! Out of all holds she went with that?! Angela's anger were through the roof right now, her legs shifted, sliding at either side of the buxom Ann as she remained on top of her, straddling that midsection, her hands clenched into fists and she punched the canvas in pure rage.

Angela had now just one goal in this match, and that was to rip Ann's head off!

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Perhaps it was a mistake on Ann's end not to lock her legs between Angela's waist. She had her opponent moved out from her preferred position on this choke hold. She have to think quick to keep the advantage on herself.

"Oh no you don't!" She quickly rolled back, circling Angela's body and now kneeling and holding Angela in a weaker neck hold. She immediately went for a knee into Angela's head.

The rage that Angela shown seems to turn Ann's instinct to something in a nature of survival, knock Angela out or she wouldn't be walking out of this ring conscious.

[Devastated]

The two ladies rolled around on the ring, the arm of Annette gripped tightly onto the head of Angela in that weakened hold and as they were rising upwards she took a knee towards her head, causing Angela to growl out in anger and pain, she winced and balled her right hand into a fist as she would drive a punch into Ann's ribs.

Then she'd follow it up by trying to grab at the back of Annette's thighs, looking to lift the woman up off of her feet and into the air as she'd try and charge off towards the nearest corner, trying to drive Ann's back first into the the turnbuckle and hopefully free herself from Annette's hold as well as deal her a fair bit of pain.

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Annette tried as she could to keep Angela in control. But she couldn't do so as Angela landed a punch onto Ann's ribs. Ann lets out a grunt and would try to regain her breathing. Her grip on Angela's neck was significantly weaker.

But Ann couldn't catch a break easily, as her thighs were grabbed. Anne immediately took a firm grip on Angela's neck. When she was lifted she shook her head. "No, no, no, no!" She cried, being carried by the french with a charging speed towards a turnbuckle. Ann tried to stop Angela by punching her back repeatedly. But it didn't stop Angela's charging.

As she hits the turnbuckle, Ann immediately let go of her hold on Angela's neck. Her arm immediately coiled on the top rope. Breathing in and out as she tried to deal with the pain on her whole body.

[Devastated]

Angela was able to lift up Annette and with it she took to a run with the blonde, the fellow fair haired wrestler would drive her fist and arm down into her back and cause the platinum blonde French Beauty to grunt out in pain, but she didn't stop, she didn't slow down, instead she picked up speed and then drove into the corner with Ann's back making impact against the turnbuckle.

Upon being released, Angela would pull her head out from under that armpit and stand straight to rise up, with Annette reeling against the turnbuckle and using her arms to keep herself upright. Angela would try and loop her right arm around them woman's neck and shoulders. Before trying to drive her knee up into those firm abs.

She'd continue doing so if she was able to hit with her knee, aiming to drive that knee up three more times into that fit midsection of Annette.

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The physical pain that Angela inflict Annette didn't stop there, just when Annette thought she could catch a breather... Angela had to continue her assault.

Annette finds herself wrapped under Angela's right arm. Annette was still occupied with trying to get her breathing back in order, not fighting back against Angela. And before she knews it, a stiff knee was driven onto Annette's abs. Anne gasps out and coughs as the knee landed, her knee shaken a bit from the shock. And there was another knee, and another... and another one. After those knees... Anne would find herself hard to stand straight, with her hands on Angela's back... Anne falls down kneeling on the mat, her hands gripping on Angela's waist as if she tried not to fall down completely.

"Fuck..." Anne muttered as she finds her head leaning on the knee that just hit her abs multiple times...

[Devastated]

Angela watched as Ann's shaky legs soon dropped out from under her and she fell onto her knees, that cruel smirk of Angela growing a bit wider as she had the blonde woman right where she wanted her. Her right arm pulled back a little, just enough so she could try and take a firm grip of that blonde hair, a handful of it to yank the woman up towards her feet.

The platinum blonde would then try and pull that head in under her right armpit As she would try and take a handful of Annette's skirt. Trying to lift Annette up into the air and hold her upside down in the air. Walking backwards a few steps, before Angela would try and drop Annette down straight on her head for a vicious brainbuster.