Tension Tag #1 Contender Team Generator! D. Angel Vs. Drake

Drake would continue to hold on for dear life with his bear hug as he finally managed to seize her, he knew this wouldn't last long but he had to do what he could. He watched her squirm and flail, this was good, she was wasting air and energy. Suddenly she seemed to get her head together and come up with a plan, watching her as she gripped on to his shoulders. Drake watched as she swung her head back before swinging it back forward aiming for his nose. He tried his best to duck his head making the only defensive move he could, this didn't stop the pain though. He winced as she bashed her skull against the hard part of his own, causing enough pain to stun and daze him as he laid on top of her, dazed and at her mercy. The pain left him a mess though he still blushed slightly, also trying to get his body away from her own politely. He only hopped this retreat didn't give her ideas to get him on the run.

Dark Angel took a few moments to breath after the headbutt. She needed to get on the offensive again if she had any hope of beating the much larger Drake. With him still laying on her, Angel squirmed her legs outward and clamped them around his waist with a bodyscissors. She leaned up and tightly wrapped her arms around him in a makeshift hug just to ensure she'd be able to keep the bodyscissors in place. "It's more fun this way isn't it?" She taunted as she flexed her thighs in an effort to squeeze the life out of Drake.

Drake would blush as she squirmed and shifted about beneath him, his head still ringing as he attempted to escape. Suddenly he would feel her legs slowly coil around his waist as she locked her ankles and pulled him back into her. His face turned only more red as her felt her arms do the same, dragging his body against her own in a tight embrace while she taunted him. His face was inches away from her own as he attempted to protest before letting out a grunt as she squeezed tightly like a snake ensnaring it's prey. The more he squirmed and struggled the more he felt her body against his own as he attempted to stay still to avoid her distracting him any further as he tried to think his way out of this. He watched the look in her eyes as she began to squeeze the life out of him, Drake knew if he moved without thought he would only be wasting his air and energy, he waited for his opening as he tried to slowly back his face away from her own.

Dark Angel did her best to squeeze as much of the fight out of Drake as she could. The man held strong and braved through the hold. Eventually though, Angel's thighs started to burn from exertion and her grip weakened. She couldn't keep this hold up forever. Reluctantly, Angel released her grip on Drake but made sure to keep her hug close to him so there wasn't much room for him to escape. She tried to shift up her knees so they were on his sides as she straddled him. Then Angel would push her chest off of him and ready her fists to punch down at him. The brunette proceeded to launch a flurry at Drake in an attempt to rough up his face a bit.

Drake would try to regain some of the air he lost as her squeezing weakened him, but he was still pretty drained and flustered, blushing from the closeness. He would feel her shift her knees up and push her chest against his own as he blushed an even deeper shade of red. He felt embarrassed as he was left unable to move his hips away from her as her thighs still lay draped over his sides, straddling him from beneath. He attempted to apologize for the bulge forming in his pants as she left him quite distracted with this, on top of him noticing her rear her hand back to punch him in the face. The searing pain left his cheek warm and sore as her knuckles smacked into his cheek bone, disorienting him while her other arm held him against her. She managed to get in a few more shots while he was still winded making his escape near impossible while her legs rested against him. His head flopped down over her shoulder in a weak attempt to stop the punches, his face near hers. He messed up bad and let her get into his head while keeping him off guard with her constant dirty tactics only matched with her brutal assaults. This was humiliating for Drake as he was left looking like a rookie in her grasp as the match progressed. His vision was blurry and he was on the ropes, as her free arm and legs kept him trapped against her, he tried hard to keep it together as she seemed more than ready to go in for the kill.

I have him. Angel saw the way Drake was struggling to fight off her attacks. It was the very reason she used such cheap starting tactics against people. Once the momentum was in her favor, she always rode it out to the maximum extent. And fortunately for her this time, that initial boost was all she needed. When he leaned in close to prevent Angel's fist from hitting him in the face, the girl had an inspiring moment. She pushed Drake off her just far enough so she could pull her legs up and around his neck. Then, in one twisting motion, she flipped them around just to disorientate him.

Angel landed on her back, while Drake landed on his knees with his head trapped between her thighs facing her. The girl squeezed once more with all her might. With both her hands free, she took turns bashing his unprotected face with each hand. Without leverage, the punches weren't very powerful but certainly enough to bloody his nose with enough repetition. The bloodlust in her eyes needed to be sated and this was always a very cathartic method.

Drake would feel the pounding fists stop for a moment as he was pushed away only a little. The next thing he would feel in his daze was her dragging his head in between her thighs as she flipped herself on to her back and pulled him in. This was humiliating to Drake as she made him sit there on his knees before her with his face buried between her legs, it only got worse and the punches resumed. His face was becoming bloody as she slammed her fist into his nose and all over his face. There were twitches and spasms of resistance left in him until she gave her thighs one more tight squeeze around his neck, forcing his face against her crotch to embarrass him even more as she continued to beat him into a pulp. After a while there was no movement at all as Drake lay unconscious between the woman's thighs, bloody and broken as her thighs continued to hold his face against her crotch to add insult to injury as if she were "putting him in his place". Drake was out cold as the ref tried to declare Dark Angel the victor in hopes of getting her to stop this humiliating torture.

As the life drained from Drake, the referee knelt beside him and lifted up his arms to see if he was still conscious. His arm dropped to the mat once. Then twice. As victory drew near, Angel tightened her grip one last time before finally the ref picked up Drake's arm and let it drop to the mat. As it did so, the referee immediately signaled that the match was over and the bell rang. She dropped beside Drake and tried to remove Angel's grip on his neck. At first the sadistic girl maintained her vise-like grip on Drake. Mercifully, though, Angel did release and kick him away from her. That was enough for now. She got to her feet as the ref girl checked on Drake to make sure he was okay. Angel looked up at the audience for only a second before glaring down at the man at her feet. She was breathing in and out really fast as if fuming with rage. It was actually due to her being tired but the audience wouldn't know that. It made her look meaner and that was all that really mattered.

Dark Angel smiled sinisterly and laughed. She had won again. The brunette felt unstoppable. Ever since she had become Dark Angel, it seemed like no one stood a chance against her. She'd always find a way to win regardless of her opponent. And that made her feel good. So good, in fact, that she didn't give a damn what people thought of her. They didn't matter anyways.

Dark Angel wins via Knockout