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

Ange's lips turned to a vicious smile as she looked over her shoulders and saw Heather just pulling out her hair in pain and frustration. "There's more where that's coming!!" She yelled as she pulled harder on the legs. Doing this, she would be moving slightly backwards, before the mistress would sit on the girl's lower and bent back, bending the legs in a really brutal fashion and sending a great surge of pressure through the legs and lower back. "Hahaha!! I'l going to break everything in your body!! Just you wait, BITCH!!" At the voice she's screaming out, almost a bit enthusiastically and energetically, she sounds like a person who have lost her mind.

"God...damn! AAAAAAAAAGH!" Heather would yell out at top of her lungs as Ange tightened the hold. The pain was excruciating as Ange kept it up. Her body was screaming out in pain along with her as Ange fully sat down on Heather's lower back, stretching her out in an almost impossible way as her body was on the brink of not being able to take anymore.

Hearing Ange's words, Heather would shake her head, a bit nervously at the girl's demeanor. She couldn't help but be very slightly fearful of her attitude at the moment as she would try to look back at her. "Y-you fucking...psycho...bitch! Get...the hell off!!!" Heather would yell before trying to kick out her legs for a second time, trying to throw Ange off of her, nearly breaking from the Boston Crab.

Because of this slightly modified position, Heather's ankles are instead under Ange's armpits rather than her lower knees. This allowed the former to kick out her legs much more easily, despite the mistress' great strength holding it in place. The girl gasped out, slightly stumbling forward before she remained firm on her feet on the mat by standing up. She gritted her teeth in frustration, but looking down at her opponent's body, she was still pretty happy enough to have that smirk remain on her face.

"Now... What should I do?... I know!" Ange playfully said as she bent down and grabbed Heather's boots, before she would pull them off and throw them out of the ring. She would then do the same to the girl's baggy pants, before she would turn around to face her opponent's upper body, her legs still beside each of the girl's sides. She would reach down and grab the dress, before she would also pull them off and throw them away, stripping Heather to only her top and bottoms. "Hah! Now, suffer the humiliation!"

As Heather was able to kick Ange off her, she would remain lying on the ground, taking deep breaths as she could to try to regain herself. She couldn't believe she's been broken so badly this early in the match, put in submission after submission, not given one second to relax in the entire match. She would shake her head, letting out pained sounds with her breath as she would struggle to crawl and get to her feet. However before she could, she felt Ange grab onto her yet again, making her click her tongue in frustration and let out a groan.

"Just..let me get up..you bitch.." Heather would say through her deep breaths as she heard Ange's words. Suddenly, she feels her boots being removed. She would curl her eyebrows up in confusion before she felt her pants being pulled off her as well. Her face turned a deep red as she looked back at the girl above her. "Wh-what the hell are you doing!?" she would let out in embarrassment and frustration before Ange forced her dress off as well, leaving her in her black bikini top as well as her black panties.

"Ah! Wh-Give those back!" Heather would say as she would begin to crawl away, her face reddened as she glared up at Ange, frustrated in a big way.

Ange glared down at the near-naked Heather, the smirk on her face never fading away, towering above her. "It's time... to make you scream at the top of your lungs... to make you scream, begging for your life... It's time for you to suffer!!" She declared before she bent down and grab the girl's right leg, before she pulled her back towards the center of the ring. She then dropped to her ass, before she would wrap her legs around the entire right leg, letting the knee slide on top of her hips. Grabbing the ankle firmly, the mistress would then lean on her back on the mat and thrust her hips up, applying a kneebar this time.

"Ahahahaha!! It's over!!" Ange declared, thinking that this move will put Heather out of her misery and earn her a submission victory, applying the maximum pressure she can afford to give out.

"Egh...y-you're just crazy! That's all you are! I'm...I'm gonna kick your ass so bad when I get up." Heather would say as she would yet again try to escape from the girl. Her body beaten and battered, she felt like every part of her body was stretched out and just barely attached to her. Making it even worse, the girl had stripped her down quite a bit, leaving nothing of her outer clothing on. Heather tried to take no mind to it, but it was tough when the crowd was hollering and whistling.

As she tried to get away, she was again unable to as Ange grabbed her leg. As she pulled it into the kneebar, Heather yelled out in frustration, cursing at the top of her lungs as she was caught again. If anything, her frustration was her main emotion, flipping out inside from how many submission holds she was put in added on by Ange's words. "N-no way..It's...definitely not...you're soo..gonna pay bitch!" Heather would let out through her groans as she would kick her other leg at Ange, trying to connect with her to get her off.

Ange growled and gritted her teeth as Heather used her free leg to start kicking her away. Enduring through those kicks, her left leg would branch apart from her opponent's right leg and aimed to plant it on the side of the girl's left thigh, before pushing it away, trying to spread the leg away from the other in a modified grapevine, thus completing her 'Walls of Pain' finisher. She would then continue thrusting her hip to the highest level she can thrust to, putting massive pressure on Heather's right knee and threatening to break and dislocate it.

"Shut up!! You still talk tough like you have a chance of winning! Just shut the fuck up!! I despise people like you, acting all cocky! It's time I break you to pieces, for the good of this world!!" Ange declared with utmost determination and with anger.

"What!?" Heather lets out as she feels Ange stretch out her leg further, pressing against her other thigh which puts her in a sort of grapevine position added onto the kneebar. The pain was at a whole other level as Ange put the pressure on the hold to the greatest amount that she could, really just ripping apart Heather's legs. She bit her lip tight while she was caught in the hold, hearing every word of what Ange was saying to her, clearly angered at her to a great degree.

"Th...The good of this world!? Wh-who the hell..ugh...are you to..talk about the good of the world!? You..crazy...sadistic bitch! If...you want the good of the world you'd...take yourself out! Psycho...heartless...piece of shit! YOU should shut up for once! God.....I hate you too!" Heather would say through her pained groans in the hold. She refused to tap but she slammed her fists once on the mat in frustration. The pain was excruciating and she just wanted release. "Never..met someone as fucking messed up as you...goddamn...no clue where you could..get that from...your parents and family are probably just as fucking psycho as you are!"

Ange's eyes widened at what Heather said to her. At that moment, she stopped applying pressure in her submission finisher. She just looked up at the ceiling lights, completely shocked, stunned, surprised. Just simply speechless at what the girl had to say, her mouth wide open, trying to mutter out something. "I-I'm... M-My parents... S-Sis?" She muttered to herself that only she and the other girl could hear. "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" She screamed out wildly, clutching her head, tears forming in her eyes and already flowing down her cheeks, before she broke the hold and hastily stumbled onto her feet. She then marched straight for Heather, grabbing her hair, and yanking her up to her feet, regardless of the state her legs are in.

"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOUUUUU!!!" Ange screamed out at the top of her lungs as she tried shoving Heather's head in between her thighs and hook her opponent's arms behind her back in a double underhook, her arms and legs shaking visibly as her eyes were constant wide opened, tears still flowing down her cheeks. Her facial expression is simply full of seething rage, unlocked by those sensitive, insulting words. She planned to finish this match now, and after that, really going to kill her.

As Ange released the submission hold finally, Heather let out a long sigh of relief. Her legs were pulsating from pain and she needed to give them as much time as she could to recover. She couldn't keep going on with the match with her leg like that taking submission after submission. She had to somehow get back at Ange and take the match for herself, but how was she going to do that when the girl would keep staying on her like this. Suddenly, she heard the girl yell out and saw her clutching at her head, tears coming down her cheeks.

Heather would stare at her with her eyes wide open, startled and a bit scared by the girl's sudden freak out. She froze on the ground for a second, staring at her before she saw her stomping her feet hard storming towards her. "Ah!?" Heather would let out as Ange reached down and yanked her up by her hair, screaming at the top of her lungs yet again. As she was lifted up, Heather regained her bearings and knew that she was in deep trouble. She would struggle as much as she could before her head was placed between Ange's thighs.

"N-no you dont!" Heather would yell out before she would let her legs give out in the hold, breaking her arms loose quickly from Ange's grasp. She would fall down to her knees and try to pull her head out quickly, immediately after sending her right fist up between Ange's legs, aiming for a straight punch to her crotch. She was hoping the ref girl would give her leeway for one hit after being ripped apart by submission holds, hoping to finally get her advantage back.