Rachel Carin vs. Mari Fuuma- Humiliating Hardcore Debut!

Match Type: Hardcore Humiliation
Rules: None
Victory Conditions: Submission from a humiliating move or hold.

Rachel bit her lip nervously as she waited backstage for her cue. Part of her wondered what the hell she was doing; a few abusive boyfriends and an alcoholic father did not add up to a wrestling career. But she had gotten into this mysterious all-girls league with surprisingly few questions asked, and she needed the money more than anything.

The opening riff of "Seven Nation Army" signaled her time to make an entrance, as she took a deep breath and jogged towards the ring. She didn't really have much of a costume, just her traditional pair of jeans, her favorite collar, and a zip-up hoodie that showed off her petite belly. She hadn't been wearing any shoes or underwear, the former on purpose and the latter due to forgetfulness, but she figured those probably wouldn't come into play if this league was like any she knew of.


As she entered the ring, she leaned back against one of the corners, bouncing her knees anxiously as she waited for her opponent. Her manager (and ex boyfriend) hadn't asked a lot of questions before setting up the match, so all she knew was that this was pretty much a no-holds-barred type of fight. That suited her just fine, Rachel was used to scraps on the street, not fancy regulated wrestling matches, so the fewer rules she had to worry about, the better.

Mari was mentally preparing herself backstage and in her honest opinion she wasn't expecting such a extravagant match up to be her debut match. It was a far cry from the normal matches she was anticipating to envelop her after joining this league, however she should've been expecting this from how the league was famously known for as she tightened her detached arm sleeves. Looking at her costume, she was still getting used to the gimmick-y fashion of a ninja-like wrestler.

Although she didn't quite like the idea of it, but she like how comfortable it was and she reluctantly liked the overall look. Understanding the hardcore aspect of her debut match, Mari was still trying to wrap her head around the humiliation part of it, although she wouldn't let it ruin her debut as she was called up to exit on to stage.

Her generic theme played on the speakers as the new wrestler appeared on stage and posed for the crowd, like she was told to earlier by her manager to embed the pose into her soon to be fans. Stretching her arms out to the sides as she leaned and crouched to the side, Mari would then make her way towards the ring, prepared for the no-holds barred fight to be had as she rolled into the ring and waited in her corner.

Rachel was a bit caught off guard by the appearance of her opponent as she entered the ring. She was expecting gimmicky costumes and the like, but this girl looked like she'd come from a whole different era. What's more, the look in her eyes gave Rachel a chill down her spine, and she had to take in another breath to regain her composure.

As the other girl climbed through the ropes, Rachel tried to think of something to say, to hopefully ease the tension and ensure this wouldn't end up being personal. "Hey, so, uh, you ready?" At a loss with what to add, she simply stuttered on, "So, have a good fight, or whatever, 'kay?"

As she stood in the ring, Mari looked across and saw her much more normally dressed opponent address her. However for a hardcore match, Mari saw no purpose in being polite as she refused to return the good luck. Soon the bell rang and Mari sought to waste no time, she wanted this match to be the first impression that people see her for, dominant and destructive as she would race across the ring.

Hoping to catch her opponent by surprise, Mari would lift her right foot up and attempted to deliver a big boot into the face of her opponent.

The sound of the bell startled Rachel just about as much as the sight of her opponent racing towards her, a forceful boot landing right in her face before she really had a chance to register what was going on. "Gah!" she yelped, as the kick sent her crashing into the turnbuckle behind her, her arms hanging over the top ropes as she rubbed the point of impact.

Kicking Rachel back into the turnbuckle, Mari looked to begin the beating as she moved in close to begin to throw punches aimed at Rachel's face. Leaving mercy outside of the ring, Mari would throw punch after punch to try and force Rachel down the turnbuckle where she would begin to start stomping as she gripped the top rope while doing so. Looking to wear down her opponent quickly and give her little chance to fight back, Mari would then run towards the other side of the ring to spring off the ropes and deliver another boot to the face with a running face wash.

Rachel's jaw flew left and right as fist after fist collided with her face, slowly forcing her down the height of the turnbuckle. For her, this wasn't exactly a new experience, but certainly one she didn't want to have again. By the time she was halfway down the pole, the fists to the face were replaced with repeated stomps to her head and belly, forcing the air out of her and sending her world spinning with pain. All she was granted was but a moment of respite as Mari raced across the ring, her return hearlding another boot to the face which left Rachel panting, her head and arms hanging limply over the bottom rope.

Forcing her boot as hard as she could across the face of Rachel, whipping her head to over the ropes. Resting on the ropes as she looked around in the crowd to see their reactions, she would quickly snap her head down to look at her opponent. Coming off of the ropes, Mari would slide out of the ring on to the floor as she would grab Rachel by her short hair to forcibly drag her out of the ring and harshly dump her on the floor.

Walking over to the barricade, Mari would motion a fan to get out of his chair as she reached over and grabbed the folding chair, finding a weapon early on as she closed it, gripping it with both hands as she awaited for Rachel to stand up and looked to blast her in the head with the weapon.

Groggy from the initial assault, Rachel had little time to react as Mari pulled her by her hair out of the ring, yelping in pain as she collided with the floor outside the mat. Already this was turning out to be one of the more painful experiences of her life, but her spirit was still burning strong as she took a few breaths to collect herself before pulling herself to her feet.

As soon as she did, however, her world exploded with pain as a steel chair smashed into her forehead, splitting a cut open and gushing blood down her face. Completely in shock from the blow, Rachel fell to her knees, unable to even process what had just happened properly.

Mari showed little remorse as she smashed the chair across the head of Rachel, seeing the result of her work as blood dripping from her opponent's head. Tossing the chair into the ring for later uses, Mari would drop down to a knee besides the ring as she began to dig underneath it, searching for more weapons to deliver pain to Rachel. Pulling out a kendo stick and tossing it into the ring, reaching down for a larger weapon, Mari pulled out a table.

Dragging the table out, Mari would lift the table up and slid it into the ring, pushing it closer to the center as she would turn her attention to Rachel. Grabbing her opponent's head she would pull her bleeding opponent and looked to slam her head into the steel stairs in the corner.