Ranked Match: #4 Angel versus #3 Tiffany Laurence

Angel scowled furiously as her armbar attempt was broken, but even as the Texan managed to pull the two of them to the ropes, she wasn't going to let Tiffany off that easy.

No, she would keep the headscissors locked in for as long as she could, until the ref got into her face and began a count on her. Finally, at the last possible second, she would let the blonde go and roll away from her, starting to get back up. She had wanted to get in every last second of the hold on Tiffany as she could, knowing now that the Texan was weak against her submissions.

When she rolled away, she would begin to rise back to her feet, a shiny sheen of sweat covering her slender body. She was feeling tired, and had to admit that Tiffany was damn good...however, Angel just knew that she was that much better, and had every intention of proving it.

If Tiffany hadn't began to get up yet, Angel would move back in towards her, grabbing at her blonde locks and going to jerk her roughly back up to her feet, where she would try to drag her opponent over to the nearest corner, intending to smash her facefirst into a turnbuckle, in hopes of stunning her long enough to set up her next move.

Tiffany thrashed and gave muffled cries of pain as Angel kept the hold locked in. Finally after what seemed like an eternity to her, the ref stepped in and forced Angel to release the hold.
After Angel let her go, Tiffany lay where she was, trying to rest up and get her head back in the match, despite the fact it had almost gotten squeezed off. The Latina hauled her back up to a standing position, but when they reached the turnbuckles, Tiffany put her foot up against the bottom one while bracing one of her arms against the top to try and stop Angel from planting her face into the corner. Then she would try and lash out with a hard elbow into Angel's stomach, looking to get the Mexican vixen to let her go.

That elbow would smash right into Angel's belly, forcing her to release Tiffany and stagger back away from her, holding her stomach as she glared at the curvy Texan with hate-filled eyes for that counter.

Tiffany knew she had to act now, before Angel could get her breath back. She would try to grab Angel and shove her backfirst into the turnbuckle and then bring her hand across the Latina's chest, just above the bared cleavage of her foe's breasts, in a wicked backhanded chop.

Once again Angel would find herself shoved up against a corner. Tiffany's chop would then smash into her chest, causing her to jerk hard, a large red spot appearing at the point of impact, her ample bust bouncing as the brutal chop connected with her.

"That had to sting..." Tiffany said softly as she pulled Angel out of the corner while turning to face the middle of the ring, her foe held by her alluring white locks.
Then she would try to plant a hard front kick into Angel's stomach, trying to double her over so she could hook her arms around the Latina's waist. She would take a few deep breaths if she got this far, gathering her strength, because she wasn't going to attempt a simple single powerbomb, but two in a row, her finisher, The Blond Bomber. After a moment, she would try and lift the Latina's soft and supple body into the air...

Angel would be pulled forward, still reeling from that chop to her chest, and then Tiffany's heavy boot would plant itself into her gut, causing her to double over sharply. With little resistance, the Texan would be able to hoist Angel up into the air, but...the Latina still had a bit of fight left in her, and knowing she was screwed if Tiffany managed to pull off a move as heavy as a powerbomb on her, she would try to clamp her legs around Tiffany's head once more, in mid air, trying to put the squeeze back on her in hopes she could stall and keep her from pulling off the move...

"-the hell!?" Tiffany gasped in surprise and frustration as Angel managed to start squeezing with her legs.
Not wanting to find herself in another one of Angel's punishing submission holds, the Texan attempted to bring her foe crashing back down with powerbomb, although it would be just a normal one.

Tiffany's powerbomb would send Angel crashing into the mat, her legs hanging onto the blonde for a mere moment afterwards before slowly releasing her from their grip. Angel let out a sigh of relief, but it was quickly followed by a groan of pain, as the shock from the powerbomb began to hit her. She was in a bad spot again, thanks to Tiffany's powerful slam.

She would try to roll over if she could, desperately trying to crawl away from the blonde now. The Latina knew she had to get away from the Texan at all costs now, knew there was little hope of another strong slam like that leaving her in one piece...

Tiffany was breathing heavily, laying on her back as Angel's legs fell away from her head. While the Texan was used to extended brawls and trading high impact slams with other wrestlers, the repeated exposure to Angel's submission holds was taking a toll on her, not to mention the intensity of the match. As she got back to her feet Tiffany wondered if she had the energy to try and execute her finisher again, and guessed she didn't.
Seeing that Angel had nearly made it to the ropes, Tiffany grasped the Latina's legs and pulled, trying to get her back to the center of the ring. If that worked then Tiffany would release one of Angel's legs while turning around. Fans would gasp as it seemed as if the Texan setting up her hentai finisher, the Filly Tamer, in what certainly was not a hentai match. But the hold was based off a single leg version of the elevated boston crab, just loosely held so Tiffany could have a hand free to access to her foe's womanhood. This however, was not loosely held, and the Texan would crank back on the Latina's leg, applying pressure to Angel's lower back.