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

Ange let out a laugh, happy that she is seeing first hand of Heather's suffering. "Hah! Keep talking bitch! You're just one of those all talk, no action girls." She said as she firmly kept her two hands planted on the mat, maintaining her sitting position as she continued to apply pressure with the weight of her own legs onto the other girl's. Suddenly, she saw Heather rocking side to side. Ange gritted her teeth, knowing what her opponent intended to do, but she wanted to keep the advantage and momentum going. She tried her best to keep the hold, but with Heather's taller and heavier frame, she couldn't hold it and soon, she was flipped over onto her belly.

"AHH!!" Ange screamed, her eyes widening as the pain was surging through her own legs now. Desperately, she saw the ropes in front of her, and started crawling towards it, trying to drag Heather's 130 lbs body across the canvas just to get a rope break.

As Heather is able to turn around Ange, she looks over her shoulder with a grin. Just hearing the girl taunting her, belittling her, now she had her in just the position she wanted, returning the favor that she was giving her. She would hear Ange scream out in pain and her grin would widen, showing her teeth a bit as she let out a bit of a cocky laugh. "No action huh? Well then what exactly would you call this? I'm sure you're regretting underestimating me now aren't you?"

Heather pushes herself off the ground with her hands, trying to lean backwards and give as much strain on Ange's legs as she could. She really wanted to give the girl payback for going after her legs. However the move seemed to be short lived as Ange began to crawl to the ropes. It wasn't long because of their positioning before she reached them, causing the ref girl to break up the hold.

Heather releases it after a few seconds of yelling from the ref as she then crawls forward a bit, rolling over to a sitting position and stretching out her leg. Heather clicks her tongue, shaking out her leg a bit before getting to her feet. She could feel it just a bit sore, but fortunately she was able to perform her reversal before Ange did any serious damage. Heather would then watch for Ange to get up as she stood before her.

Ange bit her lower lips to prevent herself from screaming further, closing her eyes tight as she continued forward. The pressure amplifying, she cringed under intense pain, before she finally caught the bottom ropes. She held on for a bit before the move was finally released. She hated having the move applied to her. The pain caused was simply agonizing. Opening her eyes, turning around to sit and leaning against the ropes, she started to slowly stretch her legs, before she grabbed the top ropes and pulled herself up to a standing position, her legs slightly wobbling, and her eyes already on Heather to watch for any sneak attacks.

"You're not bad, for a bitch." Ange commented as she slowly step forward, slightly bending her knees with arms raised in front of her, glaring at Heather intensely. At least her legs are still in good shape, or else she would have been worse off in this match. She would then lunge in for a lock-up. However, at the last second, she feinted and intended to grab one of the girl's arms, before moving to the side and throwing her opponent over onto her back on the canvas in a simple hip toss.

Heather crosses her arms under her chest as she watches Ange get to her feet. Feeling a bit proud of herself for reversing the submission and giving the girl slightly back a taste of what she was dishing out, a smirk would appear on Heather's face. She shook her head as she heard Ange's words however, her grin turning to a serious expression as she became visibly aggravated by what the girl said. "Is that right? You're the bitch you little piece of shit. You think that's something? You haven't seen nearly anything yet." Heather would say in response as she stood in the ready for Ange.

As the girl came up to her, engaging in a lock-up, Heather went in for the challenge. However just as she was about to meet her in the lockup, she was tricked by the girl's feint, suddenly finding her arm being grabbed and herself being thrown into the air. "A-aagh!" Heather lets out within the toss before she finds herself slammed onto the canvas, arching her back a bit as she rubbed at it.

Ange kept a hold of Heather's arm after the hip toss. She could have continued on destroying the girl's legs, but she wanted to break all of her opponent's limbs. She had already intended to do that ever since she declared to herself that she will do that after witnessing Heather's first impressions. She immediately dropped down to her ass, the girl's arm between her thighs, the elbow right on top of her crotch, as she crossed her legs right at the shins, those legs pressing down on her opponent's round breasts. She would then lean on her back against the mat, her hands firmly grabbing Heather's wrist, before she thrusted her hips up and aimed to put serious pressure in a vicious and simple armbar.

"How you like this now BITCH!?" Ange screamed, almost a bit angrily as she forced her hips up at the highest point she can muster, trying to break the elbow joint completely and rob her the use of that arm for the rest of the match.

As Heather remained on the ground, she was busy tending her back with one of her hands that she wasn't even able to notice the fact that the arm she was tossed with was still in Ange's grasp. Heather would writhe about a bit, trying to bring herself to her feet before she suddenly felt her arm being jolted down to the ground. She lets out a yelp before she turns to look at Ange. She quickly tries to turn away, but was too late before she would wrap her legs around Heather's arm and spread them across her chest over her breasts.

"Agh! N-no you little- Aaaaaaagh!!" Heather lets out as she feels Ange thrust her hips up, beginning the vicious pressure on the armbar. The hold felt to Heather like it was pulling her arm apart, threatening to dislocate it from the rest of her body. The pain was overwhelming and she bit her lip to prevent yelling out curse after curse from the feeling.

"Daaaamniiiit!" She would let out, not being able to hold it in as she would pry at the girl's legs with her free arm, trying to get her off. Using all her strength, she would try to turn her body to the side facing Ange to try and lessen the leverage the girl had in the hold, doing all that she could to try and escape somehow.

Ange has gotten her composure back on track as she locked in another painful submission hold on Heather. She continued to pour in the most optimal pressure possible in the armbar, threatening to really break the girl's arm. The prying didn't bother the mistress much as she kept her legs crossed against each other firmly. However, she let out a growl of frustration as her opponent managed to turn onto her side, weakening the pressure applied on the arm. "I don't want to see your ugly face!" She complained, before she immediately let go of the armbar and rolled away, standing up right after.

Ange would then walk over to Heather's hurting leg, making sure that her opponent wouldn't be let off easy with the leg pain. She would grab it by the ankle and lift it up high in the air, before she would start kicking it with her right leg on the inner knee, trying to possibly dislocate the joint with the force of these repeated strikes.

Feeling the intense pressure through her arm, Heather really had to put it all out to prevent herself from caving into the pain. She felt her anger build up more than anything as the girl wouldn't let up for an instant with her prying. Heather kicked her legs frequently from her frustration before she was able to turn the way she wanted. As she felt the pressure on her arm lessen from her movement, she let out a sigh of relief, trying to go further in to free herself.

Fortunately for her, her method of escaping had frustrated Ange enough to make her release the hold. "Shut...your goddamned...mouth.." Heather would say in response to Ange's complaint as she lay back down fully on her back, shaking and rubbing her arm to try and get some relief in the pain that was still pulsating through it from the hold.

"What are you-Gagh!" Heather would let out as Ange lifted up her leg and threw a swift kick at Heather's inner right knee, repeating it again and again causing Heather to yell out in pain. Feeling her leg acquire more and more pain each time Ange kicked at it, she let out another loud yell before attempting to kick forward with both her legs, trying to push Ange back and away from her.

Ange gasped as she felt Heather's feet pressing against her chest, before she was pushed away. She let out a yelp in mid-air before she landed on her back on the mat. Growling angrily, she hastily got up before she ran and went back for her opponent's legs. Grabbing each leg and tucking it under her armpit, she would give the girl a sneer, before she would try to overturn Heather's body in a brutal Boston crab, applying pressure to both the girl's legs and back. "Come on!! Tap out already!! TAPPP!!" She screamed frantically as she pulled back with all her strength.

"Ghh...Damn you." Heather would let out as she kicked Ange away. She would quickly pull her leg up and rub at her inner knee, trying to tend to the areas affected by the impact of Ange's kicks. The pain was getting to her quite a bit and the girl seemed to be just taking her apart piece by piece. She couldn't stand it and she hated the fact that the girl was getting her way from the beginning of the match. This was Heather's first chance to prove herself and she was just being taken apart.

As she tried to crawl away, Ange was right up on her again not giving her room to breathe. Heather felt her legs being pulled as she looked up and saw Ange's sneer. Heather would return the look with a deathly glare before she was turned over, locked in the Boston Crab. "Aaaaaagh!! Fuck!!! Get off!!" Heather would yell out in pain as she would grab handfulls of her own hair, squeezing hard trying to cope with the pain that the submission hold was sending through her body.