Ranked Match: #4 Angel versus #3 Tiffany Laurence

Angel propped herself up on her arms, staring down at Tiffany. "Not unless I drag you with me!" she would fire right back at her, tightening her hold further around the woman, her legs like sweaty, dangerous snakes as they pressed harder against her.

"Just give up already!" She cried, leaning a bit down towards her as she watched her hold beginning to take effect on the blonde...

Tiffany could only make a muffled groan in reply. She had to get out of this, but Angel's hold let her pour pressure onto her head and neck virtually unopposed. Desperately she tried to reach out with a leg, looking to get a foot up onto the ropes but they were too far.
She was still trying to come up with an escape when the ref asked her if she wanted to give, to which she replied with a shuddering "Nooo.."

Angel was starting to get impatient. She was tired, she was on her last bit of energy, and she knew that Tiffany was too.

Again she would push herself up and lean in at her. "Last chance, bitch...submit, or I'll make things really bad..."

Tiffany's resistance was due to her stubborn streak, as she called with false bravado "Oh yeah, *gasp* well I'm just getting comfy, darlin."
As she said this though, she thrashed with her lower body, trying a last ditch effort to get close to the ropes.

"Comfy my ass..." Angel muttered, trying to keep her hold locked in. Tiffany's thrashing would make it a bit hard on her though, and if she kept it up, eventually she would pull the two of them a bit closer to the ropes, close enough for her to get a leg onto if she really stretched out.

Tiffany's foot inched closer....closer....there! With a cry of relief the cowgirl barely managed to get a foot onto the ropes.
"Rope! I'm in the ropes!" she called to the ref who nodded and was waiting for Angel to break the hold. When the Latina did, Tiffany would remain down, rolling to face down on the mat, her arms draped over her head.

Just like her last hold, Angel would keep the figure four locked in when Tiffany hit the ropes, holding it until the ref starting counting, until the very last possible moment.

When she was finally forced to free her, she would push herself up to her feet, an angry scowl on her face. Seeing Tiffany still lying down, she would breathe a sigh of relief. At this point? She had almost expected her to be back up already, it wouldn't have surprised her if she was.

While the blonde was still down, Angel would step to her side, and drop both her knees into her back. She preparing her second finishing hold now, her Angel Feather as she called it. With the weight of both knees pressing into Tiffany's back, she would reach around, hooking one hand around the Texan's chin and the other around her knees, then the Latina would fall backwards, bending TIffany up over her body into a bow-and-arrow hold.

If she managed to do this, she would stare up at her, panting hard as she pulled downwards on her chin and knees, trying to bend Tiffany as far back over her own knees as she could, putting as much pressure onto her spine as she could muster in her state...

Tiffany let out a cry as Angel's knees crashed into her back. And then before she knew it, she facing back up into the lights. Except this time she was being bent over backwards over the Latina's knees in yet another brutal punishing hold.
"Ahhhh...no, no!" Tiffany wailed in response to the ref asking if she wanted to give. However, unlike Angel's first move, this wasn't a hold that Tiffany could use her strength to drag herself to the ropes and she was starting to despair as the pressure mounted on her back.

Angel grit her teeth, staring upwards at Tiffany, suspended over her knees, bending her as hard as she could. She winced slightly, blinking her eyes as the bright lights above shone down at her. This...this was it! She knew she had it! She only had to keep her hold locked in as long as possible!

Granted, as weak and worn down as she was, her hold perhaps wasn't as strong as it might usually be, but...Tiffany wasn't in a much better state, Angel thought to herself, as she gave the blonde's knees and chin a hard jerk, letting out an almost beastial cry towards her.

"Submit!!" She screamed up at her. "Just....submit! Give it up already!!"

Tiffany let out a brief scream as Angel's hold tore at her back when the Latina jerked on her chin and knees.
She didn't want to, not with her spot on the line, but there was just no way out it seemed.
"Ok, I give! I give!" she called loudly to the ref, waving an arm in a gesture of surrender.