Helena vs Angel

Submission Match
Losing condition: Submission ( kinda obvious, but found it necessary )

Helena was sitting on a bench and waiting at the backstage for the match to begin. Since her first encounter with Masane, she had tried to be as nice as possible with all of her opponents. But... that time was over. She wasnt going to have pity on anybody anymore. They simple didnt deserve it.

" Made of Scars ", by Stone Sour, started to sound on the loudspeakers. All the lights turned off, but one single white one. It focused on Helena's form coming out of the backstage. The russian domme walked her way down the ramp, letting out a long sigh and ignoring the crowd's cheerings and boo's. She simply didnt care if they cheered for her or not.

As she reached the end of the ramp, Helena climbed into the ring, passing between the top and middle ropes. She walked across the ring towards her corner, and leaned on it, resting her arms on the ropes. She was wearing her typical black and white armor, a long red skirt and long white boots. She was also wearing a large red cape, and was carrying a whip; her main weapon. She never fights without it. It's really important for her strategies and dirty tactics.

Soon after Helena made her entrance, the arena would darken again, a single spotlight shining atop the entrance ramp as Angel appeared from backstage. The slender fighter wore a small smirk on her face, and was dressed in her normal outfit. She would slowly make her way down towards the ring, the spotlight following her, as she climbed onto the ring apron, spreading her legs wide in a split as she slid under the bottom rope. The spotlight would then vanish, the arena lights slowly coming back on as Angel rose to her feet, heading to the center of the ring. She would spread her arms open wide, taking a deep bow before the cheering fans.

Then, Angel straightened back up, slowly turning towards Helena and looking her up and down with an interested gaze, eager to begin the match between them.

Helena watched Angel's entrance. It was obvious that she was the favourite to win this match. But... Helena had other plans. The russian analyzed her opponent's body from up to down, like an android. She blushed slightly, considering the amount of skin Angel's outfit showed. Anyway, she kept her libido from taking control of her body.

The russian stared right into Angel's eyes. There wasnt neither hatred nor happiness in her eyes. Just a huge winning desire. Helena waited until the bell rung before doing anything, but even then, she'd allow Angel to make the mistake of getting close of her.

Angel was taking a bit aback from Helena's empty gaze, but she just kind of shrugged it off, moving in towards Helena as the bell rang, lifting her arms upwards for a lock-up, watching her opponent curiously to see what kind of move she made.

Helena heard the bell ring. The russian domme advanced carefully towards her opponent, never losing sight of her arms. She couldnt allow herself to commit a mistake. As she noticed that Angel was inviting her to lock up with her, Helena lifted her arms up and started to push as much as she could, trying to overpower her opponent.

Angel pushed right back against Helena, trying not to let her get an advantage. After seeing she might be able to overpower her, though, Angel would jump up and try to monkey flip Helena onto the mat.

Helena noticed what Angel was trying to do, but wasnt fast enough to make her fail. She was monkey flipped onto the mat, landing onto her back. The blonde arched her back a little, rubbing it a little to calm the pain Angel's awesome move had caused. 'Damn.. That was good.'

Once Helena hit the mat, Angel then tried to roll back on top of her and mount the blonde, grinning and going to deliver a hard slap against her face.

Helena was too busy taking care of the pain in her back to notice Angel mounting her. The blonde just looked up at her opponent on top of her, surprised by her speed. The stupid look in her face disappeared just after the white haired girl's slap connected to her cheek. Then, the russian domme would do anything to try and take Angel off her, starting with gentle pushes on her shoulders. "Ngh.. Get off!"

Angel started to be pushed off by Helena, but she was grab one of the arms pushing her and roll off of the blonde, pulling the arm to the side of her and draping her legs over Helena. She was trying to lock in a crucifix armbar on Helena, and if she got it locked in, she would start to pull back on the arm, stretching it as far as she could.