Rachel Carin vs Amy Poford- Unstoppable

Amy was actually fairly strong. It was only because she tended to fight much larger men that she avoided slams and throws. But with Rachel...

Amy, inspired by her sudden realization, decided to try something new. She followed Rachel as she reeled backwards and slipped in behind her. She grabbed Rachel's already-raised hand and draped it over her shoulder. Then, one arm around Rachel's waist and another under Rachel's thigh, Amy gave a sudden effort and lifted Rachel up, looking to fall backwards and crush Rachel's back and shoulders into the mat in a backdrop.

"Gah!" Rachel's spine rang out painfully as her back crashed into the mat. She wasn't expecting to get tossed around by a girl roughly her size, and she certainly wasn't looking forward to more of it. Hopefully, she could keep Amy fighting on her own level, be it on the ground or standing, where she didn't have a distinct disadvantage.

Amy bounced up from her attack, pleased. Hey, that didn't feel half bad. And she managed to wrench her first verbal cry of pain from her opponent. This power move thing definitely seemed like something that was worth looking into. It was a pity that she mostly fought dudes. Maybe if she gained a little weight, put on a little muscle, she could start tossing guys around, too. She could imagine the bewildered look on Army's face when she lifted him up into a delayed vertical suplex. She shook her head. In her dreams.

For now, though, she needed more practice. She wasn't about to do anything fancy, like the German suplex. Sure, she knew in theory how it worked, but she didn't think that in the ring, during a match was the time to test her working knowledge of an over the back bridging slam. She pulled Rachel up by the hair, none too gently either, since she still believed that Rachel was made of pretty tough stuff. Once upright, she would try and hook one arm between Rachel's legs and another around her back. If not interrupted, she'd heave Rachel up and spin her around before slamming her down again into the mat in a scoop slam.

Rachel let out another yelp as she was roughly heaved to her feet by her hair, too dazed to do anything more than grimace as she was lifted up again and thrown down onto the mat once more. "Fuck…" she groaned, arching her back in a subconscious attempt to relieve the pain.

Hey, she was pretty good at this; Rachel was hurting too much to even fight back. But Amy didn't want to become predictable.

Never one to question an advantage, Amy pressed on. Amy leapt into the air and grabbed her feet behind her back, looking to drop both of her knees down deep into Rachel's open midsection.

Rachel's eyes shot open wide as the full force of Amy's weight collided with her belly, causing her to moan loudly. The wind knocked out of her, she was already finding this to be a downhill battle as she could barely breathe, much less retaliate. Perhaps if she was able to get a moment to catch her breath she'd be able to fight back again, but as it was things were not looking good.

In contrast, things were looking good for Amy. Maybe too good. The tiniest of voices started scratching at the back of her mind, but she pushed it away. She could address it in good time; for now, the momentum was rolling heavily in her favor, and it would spell doom for her if she allowed Rachel to interrupt that.

The knee drop was a very risky move. Amy had dodged the last opponent that had tried it on her, and he had ended up rolling wildly on the mat in pain. But in this match, it had connected, and she doubted anyone would question its effectiveness, least of all Rachel, who was gasping as if she had the wind completely knocked out of her.

Amy shoved Rachel over onto her stomach. Then she grabbed her legs and wrenched back, looking to lock in a painful Boston Crab.

Before she had a chance to recover, Rachel found herself being rolled over and her legs yanked up over her back. "Aahhahhh!" she wailed out at first, having a hard time focusing enough to get herself out. After a few moments, though, it was clear she needed to do something, and so she clawed at the mat, hoping to drag the both of them over to the ropes where she could grab for an escape.

Amy pulled back hard, but Rachel wasn't moving toward the ropes at first. Did she know rope breaks? If her assessment was right, and Rachel had come from a streetfighting background, then there was a chance that Rachel had never heard of the rule before.

"Psst, hey." Amy hissed. "The ropes. Get to the-" but by then, Rachel had come to her senses and started crawling toward the edge of the ring. "Sorry. Never mind." Amy hoped that she didn't insult Rachel. Actually, they were making pretty good progress; must have had something to do with their similarity in weight. Amy's speed in these situations was usually far slower, but, then again, her usual opponents tended to weigh quite a bit more than she did.

Amy decided that they were making pretty decent headway to the edge of the ring, so she dropped Rachel's left leg to favor her right; the strain was likely to be greater as a result, but now Rachel had the use of her right leg to push along the mat.

Rachel was a little thrown off guard when her opponent started giving her advice. Was she taunting her? Or... maybe it was some kind of trick. Either way, when she wasn't sure what to do next, a new opening came up as Amy released her left leg. The strain on her right was intense, and it almost felt like she would simply tear it off, but she had a little bit of wiggle room now, and she planned to make literal use of that.

Although it increased the strain on her right leg even further, Rachel opted to twist her torso and jam an elbow into Amy's ribs until she let go. She could feel that it was doing more damage to her than it would to her opponent, but after the ropes comment she didn't want to fall into some sort of trap.