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

Ange, immediately after the tackle, tried mounting Heather's stomach and get a more comfortable position. But she would yelp out as the latter turned her over, the mistress now on her back with the other girl on top. Growling, she would attempt to grab her opponent's shoulders and forcefully roll her onto her back with herself being on top, not losing in this match fueled purely by a deep hatred for each other. She wanted to make sure that she will redeem her parent's and her family's honor, that she will stay in the rankings, and that she will get rid of this heel known as Heather for good!

As Heather was able to turn Ange over after the tackle, she would let out a deep breath as she grinned. The girl may see her as some cocky arrogant heel, but Heather was doing this for much greater causes. She was fighting for the top to bring herself to become one of the greats. She couldn't let herself down and more importantly she couldn't let her lover down. She had promised him she was going to take Friction by storm, take it to the top and one day bring home the gold for their future family. For that, she fought with all she could against the girl she may have deeply offended to officially begin her pathway to the top.

As Ange turned her over again, Heather clicked her tongue, glaring up at the girl. The frustration in her kept rising up as Ange just wouldn't let up in her relentless fight. Rearing her fist back again, she would attempt to throw it up at Ange, trying to hit her with a solid punch to the face. "Get...The fuck off!"

"UGH!!" Ange yelped out in pain as she was punched off of Heather's body by the face. She landed on all fours, facing away from her opponent, as one hand slowly clutched her face. "F-Fucker..." She mumbled to herself as she slowly rose to her feet, exposing her back to the girl as the earlier bodyscissors still left her quite short of breath and fatigued.

"Damn.." Heather would let out as she would sit up after connecting with the punch. She would shake her hand a bit, stinging from the heavy punch she threw before getting fully to her feet. Glaring down at the girl, Heather would rear back her less injured leg and attempt to send a swift vicious kick at the girl's side, trying to knock her over onto her back with it.

"Don't hear you..talking now huh? Funny how...you call me the cocky one..when you're the one who's been doing all the talking this match. I'm sick...and tired...of hearing your voice..." Heather would say, planting her hands on her knees as she bent over a bit, catching a breather for as long as she could.

"AAHHHH!!" Ange screamed out, eyes widening, as she felt the deadly kick striking her side. Immediately, her body contorted and twisted before she fell down onto the mat on her side, clutching her other side with one hand, before laying against the canvas on her back. Looking up at Heather with a hateful expression, she could only writhe in pain as the latter continues to insult her. "S-Shut up! I'm sick and tired of hearing your voice too!" She frustratingly yelled.

"Yeah? Well..don't worry. You won't be hearing my voice for too much longer. This will be over soon." Heather would say before she would take a few steps towards Ange, returning her expression with a glare of her own before looking as if she were thinking. "I think I'm going to return the favor for what you did to me. Let's even this out a bit. It's only fair." Heather would say, her angry expression turning into a grin as she reached down to the girl.

Swiftly, she would grab at her skirt, attempting to rip it off her before reaching up to her blazer attempting to rip that off as well, tearing at the parts that kept it fastened if she had to to remove it from the girl. She would then proceed to tear off any sort of undershirt that the girl had in the uniform she was wearing, planning on leaving her in the same state as she was, nearly naked.

Keeping her glare at Heather, Ange slowly tried to back up and away from her opponent. "W-What?" The mistress said in response, and in confusion, to what the other girl was saying, before her eyes widened as her skirt was removed from her so fast, that she barely had time to attempt to grab it back, revealing her white panties. "W-Wha!?" She yelped in surprise, before Heather went for her blazer and everything under it. "W-What the- What are you doing!?" She said in a panicked fashion as she tried resisting the girl, struggling against her to keep her clothing on.

However, all of that was futile as her blazer and her white dress shirt under it was removed, along with everything else that's with those two article of clothing, leaving Ange only wearing her white bra on her upper body. Her face immediately blushed with pure redness as she covered her large orbs with both arms. "S-Stop this!" She pleaded, thinking that she would be stripped naked.

"Stop?? You didn't stop for me! You think I wanted to be stripped down either? Now you're paying for what you did. Own up to it and take it. Don't get worked up about it. I'm not gonna strip you any further. We're even now. Now I just have to kick your ass and beat you of course." Heather would say before letting out a small laugh at Ange's reddened face.

She would make her way over to the girl and try to grab at her arm to yank her up. "So now it's time I finish you off. What do you say?" Heather would let out before trying to toss Ange into the corner hard.

Ange growled angrily at what Heather had to say. She was about to say something before one of her arms was grabbed, being yanked up to her feet. "L-Let go!" She shouted in frustration, before she would actually be let go by being whipped towards the corner. Her eyes widening, she quickly turned around so that her back impacted against the turnbuckle instead. "Ngh!!" She grunted, her large breasts shaking upon impact, as her back was hurting from that, one of her hand rubbing it while her other arm draped over the top rope.

Heather would watch as she whipped Ange into the corner, loving how things seemed to be going just her way now. She was finally able to amount some real good offense on the girl, and she wasn't nearly done. She would shake out her legs a bit, still quite sore from the holds they were put in. If it wasn't for the adrenaline rush of being in the match, she would probably be limping around the ring right now. There was no time for things like that at the moment though, and Heather needed to capitalize on the situation as best as she can.

Thinking it through, instead of going for her usual flashy move, Heather would just charge directly towards Ange, biting her lip from the pain that ran through her legs as she did so. She would try to ram her shoulder hard into the girl's gut as she was propped up on the corner, trying to drive it into her as hard as she could.