Cage Match - Angela Guillot Vs. Gemma Faraday

[Devastated]

Angela roll away as she tried to create a bit of a distance between the two of them as she sought to catch her breath back after she had taken that nasty dropkick straight to her chest. Holding her chest as she continued to roll up onto the point when Gemma came after her and stomped at her back! "Agh!" Angela cried out as she would be stopped flat on her front and growled out in anger....

Though as Gemma jumped up into the air once again, Angela would look over her shoulder and see her coming down. The French Nightmare would quickly try and roll out of the way. Looking to leave Gemma with only the canvas to hit. After rolling out of the way, Angela would try and push herself up towards her feet and rub her lower back a bit.

[Luncha_Libre]

Gemma felt like she had things rolling after a rough start and was ready to push this advantage as far as fate and Angela would allow her to. Coming up into the air, Gemma lifted her leg, extended her knee, and readied to drop it square on … the canvas.

“AAARGH!” Gemma cried out, her knee crashing into the mat with a resounding sound that echoed through the arena. Folding in on herself, Gemma wrapped both hands around her stinging kneecap, curling into a ball and rolling defensively away from her opponent. “Aaahh … ahhhh …” Gemma hissed, wincing and grimacing in agony as she nursed the aching joint. With her good leg, Gemma kicked the mat, trying to pound out the pain. The Air Raid Siren would eventually roll onto her back, trying to extend her leg and work out the stinging muscle, unfortunately losing all track of Angela as her momentum had suddenly come to a crashing stop!

[Devastated]

With Gemma coming down with that knee aimed right for her, Angela could only act quickly as she rolled out of the way from the drop of that knee! Letting her hit nothing but the canvas. The sound of Gemma's cry of pain caused the platinum blonde to smirk, a smirk that grew wider as Gemma dropped and curled into a ball to defend herself.

Pushing up to her feet, she looked on for an opportunity and saw one when the Air Raid Siren rolled onto her back and extended her leg. Pouncing at the opportunity like a wild cat going after it's prey. Angela would try and grab onto that limb and yank on it, stretching it out as she would then try and shift and throw herself down right at the inner side of Gemma's knee as she sought to go for a elbow drop right onto the weakest part of the knee.

[Luncha_Libre]

Gemma winced and groaned as she held her aching knee, knowing all too well that she was presenting her opponent with an easy target. Gemma knew that any second, the French woman would be on her, tearing at that leg, ready to rip her in half and try to feast on what would be left of her. Unfortunately, Gemma didn’t feel like there was anything she could do about that but try to survive!

“AAAAUGH!” Gemma screamed when Angela got hold of her leg, cranking on the aching limb and twisting the sore joint roughly. Gemma pawed at Angela to try and fend her off, but only reached as far as her own thighs. Gemma’s eyes widened when she saw the next stage in Angela’s plan, coming down with the elbow drop.

“NOOAAAAH!” Gemma cried out loudly, throwing her head back as Angela struck the limb roughly. Gemma arched her spine in pain, chest thrust to the sky, fists pounding her fists on the mat in incredible agony.

[Devastated]

Swinging out and dropping her elbow right down onto the joint of that knee earned her a loud pained cry from Gemma Faraday, as she struck the British woman's knee, hearing her pound at the canvas and arch her back up. Angela would only let out a cocky chuckle at the sight as she would start to push herself up towards her knees. Looking to take a hold of that hurting leg of Gemma again.

Rising to her feet she'd try and pull on the woman's leg and drag her towards the dead center of the ring. Dropping down onto her butt, she'd try and kick her legs out around Gemma's and hug it between her thighs, squeezing on that leg and she would shove the shin of Gemma in under her armpit, looking to bend and crank on that knee as she would try and go for a kneebar submission on her foe, all the while those strong thighs of her's would squeeze on that leg in an attempt to add in a leg scissor hold.

[Luncha_Libre]

Gemma knew how pathetic and pitiful she must look as Angela left her flailing in agony, but she just didn’t care. Her leg was screaming right now, and the Brit worried that serious damage could have been done to her! Gemma flailed from side to side, thrashing around in misery while the French woman wrecked her leg.

Gemma was in no shape to resist as Angela dragged her to the center of the ring, Gemma stared in shock, still panting as she tried to get past the agony shooting through her legs. She was barely aware as Angela locked in the leg bar, right up to the moment that she finished locking in the hold!

“AAAAAUGH!” Gemma screamed, eyes opening wide in horror as the leg bar cranked on her leg. “AAAAARGH! AAAGH! Oh, GOD!” Gemma screamed as Angela worked her leg over, twisting and contorting the leg at an unnatural angle. Gemma grabbed her pigtails as she cried, yanking on her hair to help keep her hands to busy to tap out. She arched her spine in agony, bust heaving as she twisted and writhed in total agony, trying to rock herself loose from Angela’s grip.

[Devastated]

Angela's shapely legs came around Gemma's limb and snapped shut around it as she pulled her into that knee-bar submission hold. She heard the loud screams of the Air Raid Siren but she only responded with a laugh clearly filled with glee at her opponent's misery. She saw Gemma flail and grab at her own hair, it was clear that she was in a great deal of pain...though Angela seemed to only revel in that.

She would twist on that leg a big further under her armpit, and try and cause some momentary extra hypertension to the lovely Brit's knee joints. Clearly adept at torturing people in submission holds. After all, what Angela enjoyed the most was seeing her opponent squirm while trapped in her holds and that was what she was getting right now.

The referee would soon of course do their job and move down to check on Gemma, seeing of the British wrestler wanted to submit or not.

[Luncha_Libre]

“AAAARGH!” Gemma let out a loud, miserable cry as her chest to the sky and let out long, wailing cries.

When the referee came in to ask if Gemma wanted to submit, the punky Brit could only shake her head ‘no,’ vigorously. Her pigtails whipped side to side, and her cheeks were shining with tears, but she refused to give up the match. Gemma would take deep breaths, biting her lip, feeling her leg twist and grind in the knee-bar.

“Oh, God it hurts!” Gemma cried out again, her voice getting hoarse. Gemma fell back, head hitting the canvas. She panted in pain, her top starting to get damp with sweat as she suffered. Digging deep, Gemma picked up her free leg, holding it high. Her small shorts were riding up as she thrashed, her toned ass starting to peek out, but she tried not to pay it any mind. Instead, the girl took one of her thick steampunk boots, and brought it down hard on Angela’s leg! Gemma began trying to wedge the boot against the back of Angela’s knee, trying to push and pry the lovely yet sadistic French woman off of her suffering leg!

[Devastated]

Angela couldn't help but lick her lips as she felt Gemma squirm and cry out in pain, her heart beat grew faster and faster as she continued to torture Gemma. Clearly taking pleasure in the sight of Gemma's torment and even more so as she was the one dishing it out. To the delight of Angela it seemed as if her opponent wasn't going to give in that easily either. Not that it mattered in the end, in most cases when Angela had locked in a hold she wouldn't release it until she was satisfied.

She felt Gemma trash and struggle and all of it was just adding to Angela's desire to twist around that knee and render it useless. Though she was surprised when the Brittish fighter decided to do something rather cleaver. As she brought her leg down and smashed her boot into the leg of Angela. " Wincing out from the pain, Angela was forced to ease up a bit on the submission hold, and it didn't help when Gemma started to push and shove the sole of her steampunk boot into the back of Angela's knee.

Gritting her teeth in anger, Angela stubbornly tried to keep the hold locked in for as long as she could, but it wasn't long until she was forced to abandon the hold and unwrap her legs from Gemma's leg. Sliding up to her feet, Gemma tried to keep her hands on Gemma's leg, looking to pull her along as she would start to back up looking as if she was dragging Gemma towards the corner by her hurting leg.

[Luncha_Libre]

Tears and sweat covering her face, Gemma was fighting like hell to break Angela’s crippling hold. The British high-flyer knew that if Angela took out her knee, it might be all over for her. Gemma needed all of her mobility to fight, that losing the ability to move would make her a sitting duck for the French sadist. So, Gemma put everything she had into kicking and shoving the girl off, using her big chunky boots to fight with everything she had, until Angela was forced to finally release the leg bar.

“AAUGH!” Gemma let out a loud, gasping moan as the hold was released. Gemma’s chest heaved as she took gasping breaths, the pretty girl grimacing in pain as she moved her hands to massage her knee. Gemma’s flimsy white top was damp with sweat, her body having taken a great deal of damage from Angela’s hold, but now she could take a few breaths. Before long, though, Angela had Gemma by the knee and was dragging her to the corner, tweaking the knee as they went.

“No!” Gemma cried out, eyes widening. She braced her hands against the mat, trying to make things harder for Angela to drag her. Pushing up, Gemma tried to get up to her good foot, resting her weight on it to slow Angela down before reaching the corner. Gemma bit her lip in agony, as she fought to stop Angela’s momentum. If she could get her to stop long enough, Gemma would dig deep, and look to break Angela’s hold once again … this time by leaping up with her good foot, aiming an enzuigiri kick right at Angela’s head!