Ranked Match: #4 Angel versus #3 Tiffany Laurence

The ropes were in sight, Angel would be safe, but then...as if her hope was being dragged right from out in front of her eyes, she would feel Tiffany grab onto her legs, pulling her to the center of the ring. The Latina let out a frustrated, desperate cry as the blonde dragged her off, beating her fists into the mat as Tiffany did so.

As Tiffany went to bend Angel's leg around, working her into the FIlly Tamer, the Latina's eyes would go wide in shock.

No! she thought to herself. No way I'll tap out to this...this bitch!

She let out another cry once her leg was cranked back, feeling the weight on her back. However, as worn down as Angel was, she was running on pure desperation now, not wanting to give in, especially to this...this brute's submission.

Weakly, she would grasp at the canvas, trying her best to drag herself towards the ropes, trying to stretch out one sweat covered arm back towards the ropes. The Latina would make a desperate lunge at them, trying her damnedest to latch on, and to force a break, knowing if she couldn't do it, it was all over...

"Tap, you stubborn girl!" Tiffany called loudly as Angel began her crawl back to the ropes, although she was more then impressed with the spirit and ability Angel had shown this far.
Still, it didn't mean she was feeling generous enough to simply let Angel out of the hold that might allow the cowgirl to retain her spot in the rankings. She dug in, making every step to the ropes as difficult as possible while looking over and seeing how close they were getting to the ropes. When Angel made her lunge at the ropes, Tiffany would summon a bit of her flagging energy and give a lunge of her own...away from the ropes. It wouldn't be enough to drag Angel very far, a step or two at best, and if Angel had a second lunge in her she would get to the ropes, but it hopefully generate some extra time spent in the hold.

Angel would reply with a single word. "Bitch!!" she screamed, putting all of her fury and desperation into the cry. She would make her lunge at the ropes...and once more Tiffany would pull her away from them. With a choked cry her would drop her head to the mat, burying it in the canvas. She could feel the pain running through her now, and even her powerful legs were starting to reach their breaking point.

Still...for once, she was in a match that meant something, and she didn't want to lose this chance! Once more she would lunge at the ropes, dragging the tired, worn down Texan with her, this time grabbing tightly onto them, screaming back at Tiffany as she did so. "Let go! Get the hell off, chica!!"

Tiffany was a clean wrestler by nature, and she was too tired to think of repaying Angel for holding onto a hold after the Texan had made it to the ropes. Releasing Angel's leg with a frustrated cry of "Goddamn it!",
she stalked to the center of the ring, waiting. And when Angel came out of the ropes and turned around the cowgirl would run forward, trying for a hard clothesline.

It would take some time for Angel to rise fully. She rested on the mat for what seemed like an eternity, breathing hard, taking a short rest.

Finally she would start to rise, turning slowly to Tiffany....and look surprised as the cowgirl came charging in at her. With quick reflexes, she would try to dodge under it and get behind the blonde, and when Tiffany turned back to her, the Latina would be waiting, throwing up a hard, yet still wild, up to the cowgirl's chin.

Tiffany grunted as the blow caught her in the chin, staggering back into the nearest corner to lean against it, breathing hard.

Seeing Tiffany in the corner, Angel would take a deep breath, then go running straight towards her.

Perhaps a risky move, but at this point she figured she had nothing to lose. As she neared Tiffany, she would suddenly leap up and try to plant her feet into her midsection, grabbing at her at the same time to try and pull her back into a monkey flip, trying to send her tumbling back towards the center of the ring.

Looking up, Tiffany grunted as Angel's feet drove into her stomach. And before she knew it she was hurled up and over, giving a cry of disbelief before hitting the canvas near the center of the ring with a pained groan, laying face up looking at the lights.

As Angel also hit the mat from her flip, she would roll over and start to crawl towards Tiffany. She could barely believe it, but it looked like she was starting to turn things around!

With a bit of a silly grin on her face...maybe from growing confident again, or perhaps it was just from exhaustion...she would make her way to the blonde. Hoping that that flip had left her dazed enough for her to actually do something, Angel would take a seat near her head, going to extend her legs towards Tiffany's head. The Texan wasn't the only one to have a pair of finishers up her sleeve, and she was about to feel Angel's first one.

With a bit of a sultry groan, Angel would go to slip her legs around Tiffany's head again, this time, in the form of a figure four headlock, her simply named Angel Clutch. If she could get her legs around the blonde, she would then growl, tightening them into the hold around her, barking a single order towards her. "Submit!"

Tiffany let out a moan of her own just before Angel's legs went around her head again. But this hold felt tighter, more refined then the others.
"Go...to hell!" she managed to gasp out around Angel's legs wrapped around her neck and head, air already becoming an issue as the incredible pressure on her head tightened.