Ranked Match: #4 Angel versus #3 Tiffany Laurence

"Got you!" Angel would hiss, letting her long legs clamp around Tiffany's waist like a vise, starting to squeeze and crush her between them, putting the pressure on her midsection. She would continue to fight with her with the sleeper, trying to keep it locked in as best she could, if only as a distraction to keep the blonde from trying to open her legs...

Tiffany's stomach muscles made an effective wall against the pressure of Angel's legs, at least for the moment. But the Texan knew that if she didn't get out soon Angel would eventually squeeze the breath out of her. But if she released Angel's arms she would be free to lock in her sleeper hold fully. As it was, it was already hard to draw breath. The ref knelt down next to the two women, waiting to see if the Texan would pass out or give. If she was going to make a move Tiffany guessed it would have to be now. She would try to roll onto her hands and knees, and from there try to power her way back to her feet.

Tiffany was a good deal stronger than Angel, of course, so it wouldn't be hard for her to use her superior strength to force her way back up to her feet. As she did so, however, Angel's legs would release her waist, while the Latina kept working on her sleeper. She knew she had to wear Tiffany down as much as she could, as quickly as she could, so she was damned and determined to keep her hold working on the blonde as long as she could.

Rising to her feet forced Tiffany to release Angel's arm, letting her lock in the sleeper fully. Knowing that she would have to shake off the Latina somehow, she turned her back to the nearest turnbuckle and lunged backwards, hoping that she would sandwich Angel between it and her back.

That would do it, the cold steel of the post ramming right up into the Latina's spine.

"Aaagh!" She cried out, her sleeper instantly loosening, as she reached around towards her back with one hand, rubbing at her backbone. That had hurt, and now she was distracted by the sharp pain, distracted enough that even though her arm still loosely hung around the blonde's neck, that her thoughts weren't fully on her.

Deciding to strike while she had the chance, Tiffany would throw off Angel's weakly clinging hand and turn to face her.
"Nice try, sugar. Just not good enough." she said softly before trying to drive her foot into her opponent's stomach, looking to double her over. If it works, the Texan will tuck Angel's head arm, take a step back out of the corner, and then try to lift the Mexican up and over with a fast faced suplex, looking to drive her back first to the mat.

By the time Angel had recovered, it would be too late, Tiffany's foot driving itself hard into her bare, firmed tummy. With a loud gasp of air escaping her lungs, she would double forward, where the Texan would easily be able to catch her head and drag her forwards.

"No..no!" she would cry, flailing about a bit, weakly striking at Tiffany's body as she was pulled from the corner, but she still hadn't recovered completely, and so the strong blonde would be able to heft her straight up into the air.

"Mmmmngh!" Angel yelled as her already weakened back hit the canvas, her body arching upwards then back down as it hit. She was definately hurting now, rolling onto her side and reaching around again to hold her lower back, hissing in pain softly. It seems that once again Tiffany's power-based moves were wearing her down, and she knew she had to get away and recover some if she wanted to stay in this...

Tiffany smiled after getting to her feet as she watched Angel reach for her back. It looked like she had a weak spot to work with, and although she wasn't a submission expert like Angel, she had a few moves to use to break someone down.
The Texan would grasp hold of Angel's hair to lift her up to her feet while moving behind her. Reaching down, one hand would reach between Angel's legs, cupping her crotch to try and lift her up onto Tiffany's shoulders, facing up, where her other hand would place itself under Angel's jaw, trying to lock in a torture rack hold...

Angel, still in a great deal of pain, would be pulled back up to her feet, a bit shaky as TIffany yanked and jerked on her hair to get her back up. She would take a weak step forward, but then Tiffany would be behind her, grabbing her right between the legs in her crotch. As she was grabbed in that sensitive area, she would suddenly snap out of her daze, her head spinning back to glare at the blonde. Before she could make a move against her though, she would once again be hefted off her feet, this time getting splayed across the Texan's shoulders.

Angel would kick and start to struggle against her, but within a quick moment the torture rack would be locked in, a shrill scream coming from the Latina's lips as she felt her body being bent into the brutal submission.

"Sorry about the groping, girl. But I bet you're wishing I was doing that instead of this, though, don'tcha?" Tiffany chuckled as she pulled down on Angel's body, bending her across her own shoulders.
However, holding up a struggling opponent off the ground was hard, despite Tiffany's strength. If Angel didn't submit after a few minutes of this hold, the Texan would drop the Latina vixen to the mat, chest and stomach first.