Rachel Carin vs. Mari Fuuma- Humiliating Hardcore Debut!

"JESUS FUCK!" the more petite girl shrieked as the kendo stick cracked into her backside until it was left red and bleeding, biting her lip to hold back the tears. A moment later, she found herself pulled back towards the ring by her hood, the force pulling the zipper down slightly further and revealing more of her cleavage. She blushed nervously to the feeling of her opponent's soft body against her sore, bleeding behind, or her firm arms wrapping around her waist. The moment of tenderness was short-lived, however, as she found her skull crashing into the mat again, exposing her privates to the whole crowd with the maneuver.

After slamming Rachel into the mat once again, Mari quickly sprung up to hold Rachel's legs down to keep her in the folded position and continued to expose her private parts for all to see. "Now I'll ask you...do I need to continue or are you going to give up?" she asked coldly as she pressed her hands into the back of Rachel's legs, forcing her to fold up even more and place strain on her back. "Too long. It continues." she quickly added as she released Rachel's legs and quickly moved towards the table.

Already upside down, Mari began to set up the legs as she pulled up both sides, locking them as she flipped it right side up, already beginning to spell disaster for Rachel as Mari positioned it just the way she needed it to be.

Battered, humiliated, and exhausted, Rachel pulled herself to her legs shakily, a look of grim determination on her weary face. Her dignity already tossed aside, she unzipped her hoodie, which had kept her sweating more than she needed to be, and tossed it aside, readying herself to charge as her opponent set up the table.

Setting up the table near the corner, Mari patted on the table to make sure the legs didn't give out. Turning around she noticed that her opponent stripped herself of her hoodie. It didn't faze Mari for one second as she walked over to the mostly nude girl as she reached for her hair...

Too weak to resist physically, Rachel gritted her teeth as Mari grabbed her hair, focused on giving her a intense glare before being dragged towards the table. She couldn't help but let out a small yep as her short hair was given a yank, trying to maintain her resolve as best she could.

Pulling Rachel over to the table, Mari would position herself by hooking Rachel's arm for a half nelson behind her and sought to use her strength to lift Rachel up and over the table before releasing the half nelson and catching Rachel's head to drop down into a neck breaker, putting Rachel through the table with one of her finishers, Ryuusei; the Falling Star.

The impact of the table against her spine sent an immense shock through Rachel's entire body, as she lie limp in the wreckage of the broken table, half-conscious, groaning in misery. She could barely muster the strength to stay awake at this point, let alone move, as she twitched and writhed on the mat.

Rolling up to her knees and looking down on Rachel, Mari saw the destruction she wrought on the poor girl. However mercy was not on her mind as she was now worried that she over did it and prevented Rachel from submitting, also being ignorant of her opponent's endurance and that the match was about forcing your opponent into humiliation. Rolling her head around on her shoulders as she thought of something to continue the match, an idea popped into her head as she stood up.

Standing on the side of Rachel's body inside the wreckage of the table, Mari would lift her foot and placed it on Rachel's breast as she began to rub her foot on the breast. Looking to pleasure her opponent with her foot, she thought that it would be a step in the right direction to score the humiliating victory.

As Rachel's world spun around her, an unexpected moment of pleasure found it's way through the pain as she felt a sensual caressing on her breast. As her awareness returned, however, she realized the levity of the sensation, and a further shade of red was added to her face. Her strength gradually returning, she moved her arm to bat away the intruding foot and attempted to squirm away from her tormentor, reaching for some sort of support behind her to prop her to her feet.

The rubbing of her foot into Rachel's breast stirred the girl awake, relieving Mari of the worry of knocking her opponent out and making things difficult for her. Rachel soon swatted her foot away as Mari barely flinched as she kept near Rachel, occasionally pushing Rachel with her foot as she 'guided' her towards the corner turnbuckle. As Rachel would prop herself up against the turnbuckle, Mari would begin to open hand slap Rachel in the face as she made her way up.