Ranked Match: #4 Angel versus #3 Tiffany Laurence

Standard Ranked Match - #4 vs #3
Victory by pinfall, submission or KO
Winner gets #3 rank on the Top Ten Rankings

The AFW crowd was buzzing with excitement this night in the arena...Angel, who had already proved to be a popular and rather skilled wrestler, was standing in the ring, holding a microphone to her lips, standing in the center looking just as confident as ever, a wide, cocky smile on her lips.

"So!" she began. "There's this ranking system here in the federation now...and amigos, amigas, I have to say, I am as excited as hell about it."

She paused for a moment, looking out over the crowd, then cocked her free hand up on her hip before continuing.

"Why, you might ask? Well, as you might have guess....this chica is number four on the list!"

Her many fans out in the audience began to cheer for her, obviously pleased that their girl was already placed, and already at such a high rank. Angel would wait for them to die down before continuing.

"But, you know, as great as that is...it's not good enough." Her smile faded, and she shook her head sadly. "No, I won't be happy until I'm number one, and have that title belt slung over my shoulder!"

Again, her fans would start to cheer, and again Angel would wait for them to finish. "So, until then, I got three chicas ahead of me in line. Tonight, I plan on shrinking that number down to two!"

She suddenly pointed towards the entrance ramp, the arena entrance, her face growing serious as she pointed towards it with her free hand. "Number three, Tiffany Laurence, if you think you've got it in you to come out here and put your rank on the line, then let's see it happen! Get out here!!"

Tiffany's music began to play a few moments later, as the Texan made her appearance. The crowd cheered as she made her way to the ring slapping a few hands on her way down the ramp. Eventually, she came to stand before Angel and a mic was given to her by one of the techs.
"Alright, darlin. I was looking forward to stripping Kirin's spot from her, among other things." she began with a playful smile at the word 'stripping' as some of the crowd whistled. "But if you have the ovaries to come down here make the challenge, then I'm not going to back down. You want me, you got me."
The crowd cheered as the impromptu match became official.

Angel put on another small grin, glad to see her opponent. This was the first time she had actually seen Tiffany in person, and so she would let her eyes trace over the Texan's body, closely inspecting her up and down, getting a look at every inch of the blonde's figure. She had to admit, the Texan looked damn good, pretty well built too. In any other situation she would take things easy and enjoy the match, but this...this match had rank on the line, and she wasn't going to miss a chance like this.

She lifted her mic back to her lips, letting her gaze trace back up to meet Tiffany's eyes, staring intently at her. "Kirin, huh? Don't worry chica, you can have your chance with her once I bump her down to the number three spot, alright? You'll just have to sit pretty at number four til I'm done with her..." She smiled and lowered the mic again, a fire starting to burn in her eyes as she waited for a response from Tiffany.

The cowgirl was also looking Angel up and down. This was the first time she had ever seen the Latina wrestler, and with her toned body that sultry accent, Tiffany wished they were meeting under friendlier terms. Still, she figured there was always afterward. But first...

"Well, there is a problem with that aside from the fact you'll be taking my spot. I'd have to wait for you to beat her, and well, girl, I'm not what you would call a patient woman. So, I guess we'll just have to see who winds up going after her, eh....'chica'?" she said, with a challenging smile.
With that, she'll wait for Angel's response, letting her have the last word before she handed the mic off to one of the ring girls then tossed her hat into the crowd, getting ready for the match.

Angel grinned, lifting her mic back to her lips. "You wouldn't be waiting long...I'm not a very patient woman either, and, well, with such a short way to the top, I plan on beating my way right through it, got it? But you seem to think you've got a chance against me tonight, so let's get this going, alright?"

With that, she would hand off her mic and raise up her arms defensively, smiling at Tiffany all the while as she waited for the bell to ring to begin the match.

"Well, lets go then, sugar." Tiffany called across the ring as the bell rang.
The Texan stepped forward, then suddenly dived low, looking to seize hold of Angel's shapely legs and pull them out from under her, looking to force the Latina to fall onto her back.

Angel would step forward to meet Tiffany, and in fact she had the same move in mind, hoping to dive towards the Texan's legs and take her off her feet. Unfortunately for the latina, Tiffany would be just a bit faster, taking her down to the mat and onto her back first.

Knowing what was at stake though, Angel would be quick to respond, reaching up to grab at Tiffany and try to roll over on top of her, not wanting to give her any sort of early advantage in this match.

Tiffany was trying to straddle Angel, looking to solidify her advantage and start an offense, but her crafty opponent reached up and rolled, wanting to put the Texan on the bottom. Quickly the cowgirl placed both hands on the Latina's chest and pushed hard while turning in the direction they had rolled. Hopefully the tactic would cause Angel to separate from the cowgirl and roll short distance away. If it works, Tiffany will get to her feet quickly, and trying to beat Angel to the punch, rush at the Latina wanting to to deliver a clothesline as she got to her feet.

As Angel went to straddle Tiffany and try to get a good position on her, the cowgirl's hands would reach up and shove her right off. This would cause Angel to roll a fair distance from Tiffany, giving a grunt in annoyance as she began to get back up. Once again though, Tiffany would beat her to the punch, her arm smashing right into her with the clothesline, sending her back down to the mat. Again she would try to rise, glaring up at the blonde as she watched her for another attack this time.

Tiffany stood over Angel and reached down to grab at her hair, looking to pull her back up to her feet. If she gets the Latina back up to her feet, she'll whip her into the ropes and when she bounces back try to catch her, one hand sliding between Angel's legs while the other supports her upper body. Then with a loud cry she'll bring Angel down with a powerslam.