Ranked Match for Spot #8: Ange Kin Vs Heather Sunderland

"*Sigh*..." As the hot breath coming out from her mouth fogged a portion of the large mirror in front of her. Ange was in her locker room, looking at herself in the mirror with such a gloomy appearance. An emotionless face, a frown on her lips all the time; she was always like this. Hearing that her opponent was challenging her ranked spot, especially since that her opponent is unranked and was free to just jump over #10 and #9, really believed that the AFW was simply being unfair. And hence, the sigh, expressing her disdain of having to go through this.

The woman was wearing her school uniform. Ange never had an actual wrestling attire, so this is what she wrestles in. Her red hair tied in two pigtails, she adjusted her uniform so that she looked professional and prepared for the match. In her mind, she just want to break her opponent completely, and so badly, that the girl would never have to contend for the rankings ever again. That was why she was in the rankings anyway. Aim for #2, and break everyone that challenges her so that no one can get to the champion ever again. Although, she admitted that the current champion is not such a good role model for the AFW, so regardless, she would have to go for the championship sooner or later, obtain the belt, and let someone worthy take her place.

Not noticing that her match was starting, Ange's eyes widened when she heard, and then saw a person barging into the room. It was just one of the AFW officials, and she quickly returned to her composed, serious expression. She merely nodded and walked out of the room, heading towards the arena where her music, "entreat", sung by Yoko Natsukawa, started playing on the speakers. There, the young mistress appeared out of backstage and onto the ramp, before she mindlessly walked down the ramp. She wasn't really ignoring the crowd, she just had her focus on the upcoming match, with somewhat bad intentions for whoever was going to face her.

Walking up the steel steps and stepping onto the apron, Ange would slip in between the top and middle ropes, before she merely headed to her corner. Turning around to face the entrance of the ramp, she wanted to see who her opponent was, get a good analysis of the girl's personality, before she would decide how much she would really want to break her into little pieces.

"This is ii then, my pathway to the big time." Heather would say to herself as she gets herself pumped up in one of the back rooms in the hallways. We she got word that she was going to be given the opportunity to claim herself a spot on the Friction top 10, she couldn't believe it. It was the very thing she was striving for ever since she came to AFW, a chance to bring herself to rise to the top. Her first opportunity to really make a big bang was happening to night. While she wanted more than anything to pick up a win at AFW's first Summer Splash, that had fell short. However she felt no matter, she was a newer person now, more experienced, and this was just another chance for her to rise to the top.

Finishing her stretching, Heather exits the room she was in and begins to walk through the hallway. She could hear the music echoing from the arena into the backstage, telling her her opponent was already making her way down to the ring. "I'll show you tonight Clyde. I'm going to make it to the top just like I told you." Heather would say with a clear grin on her face as she continued walking. She was wearing her now usual attire, her long dark purple dress fully opened up to reveal her black bikini top and black baggy pants. Her dark purple hair flowing as she walked, resting down onto her shoulders and back as she came to a stop just by the curtains.

Waiting for her opponent's music to die down, as soon as it did she gave a nod to one of the crew members. While this match was only for entry into the rankings, she felt like she would start it with quite the bang, entering with something flashy. As usual, the lights dimmed to almost pitch black as the eerie tone of the intro to her theme began to play "Another me is what there will never be". Then suddenly the lights turn to a tint of red as the instruments kick in. Green laser lights shoot out from the entrance as they rotate in a circular motion around the arena.

A few seconds pass without Heather showing up before two sparkler like pyro jets begin to shoot up from the entrance. Heather slowly appears coming up from a trap door that has a moving platform slowly rising her to the stage area. As she looks down to the ring she slowly starts walking down the ramp, basking in the boos that she seemed to be getting from the audience, a rain pyro coming down on the entrance ramp behind her as she walked. With a huge grin on her face, she stops just short of the ring before running and sliding under the bottom rope. Standing up she would walk up just a few feet from Ange, her opponent, looking her over before crossing her arms under her breasts. "Hope you're ready for an ass kicking tonight. I'm using you to make my mark in Friction." Heather would say with a confident smirk as she looked over her opponent, almost the same size as her.

Ange crossed her arms under her breasts the moment she heard Heather's music. 'Now, let's see who you really are...' She thought in her mind as she saw her opponent appear on the ramp. Hearing the loud boos from the crowd automatically made the girl assume that Heather was a heel, and she was correct. Even just by judging how she looks, she appears like one badass. She stepped forward out from her corner when the other girl entered the ring, and with a few steps away from her, Ange heard the bold remarks.

The mistress could only softly close her eyes and let out another sigh, before she opened them and stared her blue eyes down at the other girl's eyes. Suddenly, her right hand lashed out and aimed to give the cocky girl a harsh slap across the cheeks. "I don't want to hear your name, and I don't want to hear any crap from you. I just want to hear your screams so that you'll realize that you have ZERO chance of ever getting into ranked." Even though Heather isn't exactly a hardcore heel, but more like the typical heel, it doesn't stop Ange from going all out against this punk of a brat.

As Heather continues to stare at Ange with the cocky smirk still plastered on her face, she watches as the girl closes her eyes and sighs. Heather shrugs her shoulders a bit, not knowing what to make of it before she shakes her head. At first sight, Heather didn't seem to come up with any clear opinion on the girl. She seemed normal enough, a surefire win Heather thought to herself. While she was one to underestimate her opponents almost all the time, she never really cared to admit that that was the case. All she could think about was winning the match and securing her spot amongst the top ten of Friction.

"Heh..what's the problem? You-" Heather goes to say before she is interrupted by Ange's hard slap across her cheeks. She places her hand on her face, stumbling back a little as she blinks her eyes, staring at Ange in surprise. Hearing the girl's words, Heather clenches her other hand into a fist. "N-no chance of getting into ranked!? We'll see about that." Heather thinks to herself before she attempts to relax her fist, taking herself in.

"Oh hoho you little bitch. I'm gonna kill you. Maybe I'll even grace you with a special humiliation after the match too considering you already pissed me the hell off." Heather says as she glares at Ange, hearing the bell ring as she did so. Wasting no time, letting her anger from the slap fuel her, she would charge at Ange, kicking off and attempting to hit the girl with a spinning wheel kick.

Ange remained silent, moving her arms to her sides and relaxing them. She knew that the moment the bell rings, Heather will snap and immediately attack. Ignoring what her opponent said, her deductions were correct, her eyes narrowing even more once the bell rang, the other girl charging towards her with a kick. Immediately, the mistress dodged under the kick as she ran passed by. She then immediately turned around, and charged in low, aiming to smash her shoulder right across Heather's right inner knee in a chop block. Her main target of the match will be the girl's legs, and she will enjoy taking her sweet time in pleasure breaking those sexy long limbs.

As Heather jumps towards Ange with the spinning kick, all she is able to connect with is air as she flies right past her, landing on her side hard on the canvas. She lets out a groan as she quickly tried to scramble back on her feet. Clicking her tongue on the way up, she cursed herself inside for missing the first move of the match as she knows she left herself wide open to a follow up attack from Ange.

As Heather goes to her feet, her expectations for Ange to follow up were met as she felt the solid chop block on her inner right knee. "Gaaagh!" She lets out as her leg buckles, causing her to fall down onto one knee and stumble forward, her hands falling forwards to stop herself from falling as she plants them on the canvas.

Ange casually got up to a standing position, before she would bend forward as her two hands both grabbed Heather's targeted right knee. She would lift it up high in the air: "SCREAM!!" She would yell, and then she would send it down with all her strength against the mat, smashing the hurting knee against the canvas in an attempt to weaken and injure the joint for her future submissions.

As Heather is knocked to the ground, she lets out a frustrated groan before clicking her tongue. Shots like that to her leg were probably the most aggravating sorts of things she could get. Her legs were the main fueling part of most of her moves and taking them out would limit her quite a bit, added onto that with swift moves like that which are hard to predict there isn't much that she could do.

As she goes to get herself up, she finds she wasn't getting to her feet soon enough as she feels Ange grab her knee. Her eyes widen as she feels her leg being lifted high in the air before dropped down, smashing her knee into the canvas. "Gaghmmm." Heather lets out before she stops herself by biting her lip. She hears Ange yell for her to scream and tries her best not to let the girl get what she wanted. She would remain lying on the ground, waiting to find out what the girl had in store for her. She knew she couldn't let her work on her leg, but she knew she also had to be on her guard and focus on her next move rather than trying to crawl away.

Ange formed a smirk on her face, almost a sinister one that is, as she heard Heather forcing herself not to scream halfway. It wouldn't matter anyways. She would really hear those cries once she get this upcoming move applied. Grabbing Heather's injured leg, the mistress would flip the girl onto her back, before she would spin around the leg, bending it around one of her legs as she grabs the other leg, putting it under the bent leg in a "4" shape, before she would fall on her ass and put her other leg on top of the bent leg's ankle, pushing it down and applying a horrible pressure on the injured leg in this figure four leglock.

"Come on, what's wrong? Thought you were gonna kick my ass!" Ange taunted, seemingly getting into her dominating trance as she poured in all the strength in her own legs to break the other girl's legs, her hands on the mat as she remained in a sitting position.

"Uwah!?" Heather lets out as she was turned over onto her back. Finding out that her waiting was possibly not the best idea, she finds herself being placed in a figure four leglock, putting pressure on the leg that Ange seemed to have designated as the one that she'll be working on throughout the match. "Uuugh....aagh damnit!" Heather lets out as the immense pressure was pushed onto her from the submission hold.

Hearing Ange's words, Heather clicks her tongue, frustrated at the fact that the girl was getting the better of her. "Yeah you..just wait..I'll..kick your ass all over the arena." Heather says through her frustrated groans as she glares up at the girl. She couldn't let her take advantage of her already this early in the match and she had to do something to get back into it. Using as much weight as she could put into it, Heather attempts to rock side to side, trying to pick up enough momentum to attempt to turn the two over and reverse the pressure onto Ange.