Rachel Carin vs. Serina Kashibara- No DQ Humiliation Match

Through the pain, Rachel did whatever she could to escape her assault. Swinging arms in hopes of catching Serina's legs, flailing her free leg in hopes of kicking her (though this also made the hold on her crotch more painful), anything she could manage. They weren't calculated attempts, but if she was lucky, she'd be able to break free. If not, she believed she could hold on for some time longer, just for a chance to get back at this bitch.

As Rachel once again began a spirited resistance, Serina struggled to maintain her holds. Though weak, her repeated, glancing wild blows hitting Serina's arms and legs were starting to wear on her. Irritated with Rachel's continued defiance, Serina released her crotch claw, grabbing Rachel's leg again with both hands. While keeping that grip, she stepped off to the side, while pivoting her body around to face her opponent. With a rage-fueled surge of strength, Serina attempted to swing Rachel around by her leg and fling her hopefully through the ropes and out of the ring.

Considering they were roughly the same size, Rachel was impressed with the strength her opponent could muster. Or rather, she would be impressed, if that strength wasn't being utilized to make her day as miserable as possible. As her retaliation started to have an effect, Rachel suddenly found herself being swung around the ring, until finally being let go as she flew out of the ring, crashing hard onto the cement floor below. The impact sent a shudder through her back as she writhed on the floor, sore and exhausted but still determined.

Slightly winded from the intense exertion, Serina had to stop for a moment to catch her breath. Making her way over slowly, she slid down under the bottom ropes to the outside of the ring, looking for where Rachel had landed.

After taking a quick breather, Rachel looked around to see if she had any way to gain the advantage. Her eyes turned to the mat itself, remembering the various weapons used against her in her last match. Weakly, she crawled over to the mat, lifting the apron and looking for a suitable weapon. Her eyes widened in a sort of preemptive terror as she saw the kinds of tools available to her or her opponent; chairs, baseball bats, chains and more. One of these could gain her the advantage, but it also made her realize what kind of mess she had gotten into.

Serina managed to spot her prey nearby, digging under the ring, probably looking for a weapon. Not like she was going to let that happen. Dashing over to the seemingly unaware Rachel, she threw a hard kick aimed to her midsection.

Before she was able to pick something that she both had the strength to carry and could do adequate damage with, Rachel found herself raised off the ground as a hard running kick landed right into her belly. As she turned over and hit the ground, she curled up around her punished stomach, groaning in some hope of dulling the pain.

With Rachel incapacitated for the time being, Serina decided to take a peek under the apron and see what was there. A sadistic grin slowly crossed her face, seeing the practical armory laid out before her. Not dwelling on it for long, she grabbed the nearest light weapon, an aluminum bat.

Approaching her downed victim, Serina firmly grasped the bat with both hands. Starting with a light practice shot, she took a low, underhand swing, aiming for Rachel's shin.

Curled up around her stomach, Rachel didn't even see her opponent approaching, aluminum bat in hand. The sudden shot to the shin sent an explosion of pain through her leg, causing her to reflexively jerk her body outwards as she let out a shriek. Still wailing, Rachel wrapped both hands around her shin, rolling on the floor.

It didn't matter how idiotically stubborn or tough this bitch was, that definitely had to hurt. Continuing her warm up, she stomped down on Rachel's leg, hoping to pin it down and keep her still. From there, she took another low golf-like swing, this time aimed at the kneecap.