Total Violation! The Violator vs. Rachel Carin

Hardcore P.O.W. Match decided by Submission; No DQ, Anything Goes, and Hentai moves are allowed

In the women's locker room, one girl would get herself dressed as she was excited to fight in this particular match. She has heard that the reward for winning is to take the loser home and make her her personal slave for a time, and she has great plans for that. She would at look herself in the mirror and saw only greatness.

(including dark blue boots)

"Oh, there is nothing that can compare to you, you winner, you."

Then, she would put on her mask and stepped out to head to the front of the walkway.



Within moments, the ceiling lights would turn off and red and blue police lights started to spin around the arena. Then, a siren would sound as the lights shined at the entrance, which was crossed by yellow "Caution" and "Do Not Cross" tapes. Suddenly, smoke would appear and a silhouette of the same girl would rise up before "Bad Girl" by Avril Lavigne feat. Marilyn Manson began to play. With a firm grip on those tapes, she would rip them away as she began to walk to the ring. In the middle, there were a couple of baseball bats and she would immediately scoop them up to clear away more of the yellow tape surrounding her.

Finally when she reached the ropes, she would rip off the yellow tape from it before entering and swung her bats in preparation for the match. She gave off a wicked smirk to indicate that she is ready to wreak havoc and violate her opponent good.

Rachel was getting sick of this pattern, and fast. Her match against Amy was the first one that wasn't some sort of torture chamber, though it by no means went well, and all she knew about this next opponent was that she called herself "The Violator." Not a good sign. Still, her popularity was growing quite fast, which meant she was raking in more money with each fight. Soon enough she'd be able to pay off her debts, and maybe go home. Besides, she thought to herself, it's not like she couldn't take these beatings. Sure, they weren't fun, but better her than some poor fragile girl who couldn't take a punch, right?

Her thoughts were cut off as the arena blared with her theme, lights flashing as she walked down the ramp barefoot. The crowd was cheering louder than usual, and while it did put a bit of a pit in her stomach it also made her feel kind of proud for her track record, in a way. As she saw the girl on the other end of the ring swinging a baseball bat, she remembered the stipulations for this match, as well. She didn't know what a "prisoner of war" match was, but it sounded kinda fucked. All she knew was she really didn't want to give in this time if she didn't have to. Still, her opponent looked kind of reminiscent of herself in a way, and maybe they would get along. She knew not to extend her hand anymore, but she approached the center of the ring with her arms raised as the bell rang, a smile creeping across her face anyway.

Violator was resting against her own corner and swinging her bat around a bit as she watched Rachel come down the walkway. She looked pretty decent and close to a thug like her, so this should be interesting. She too would head over to the center of the ring as she continued swinging the bat in her hand. "Ahh, just what I needed: some fresh meat for the animals out here. Just who the hell are ya anyway?"

Violator began to circle around Rachel as she was looking for a good opening to start swinging at.

Based on her response, it sounded to Rachel like this "Violator" was just as bad as she feared. Rachel turned to keep herself faced towards her opponent as she circled around like a hungry wolf, bat in hand. That bat was worrying Rachel, too, and she decided that if she didn't strike first she'd be on the receiving end of it. With that in mind, she took a swing for the Violator's head without responding, hoping to catch her off guard but exposing her midsection in doing so.

Violator kept her eyes on Rachel as she wanted to see how much she can intimidate her before setting her up for her plan. For the sake of being "nice", she would let Rachel throw the first punch and she grunted as her head jerked back in response. But then, she would try to jab the top bulk of her bat to her opponent's exposed midsection to catch her off guard.

If this worked, Violator would grab Rachel to send her to the ropes.

Rachel was pleased when she landed her first punch, but significantly less pleased as it had landed a painful bat into her stomach, causing her to double over, eyes wide. Having bent over, she could feel a hand grab her by the hoodie and toss her towards the ropes, which she had little option but to go along with.

Violator sent Rachel over to the ropes and she knew that she had to time herself right when she comes back. Along with all other moves in the ring, this scenario has a 50/50 chance of being a success or a failure for the opponent can change the outcome also. Her eyes set on Rachel when she bounced off and ran back and wondered how she'll double the damage.

Then, she got it. Violator would try to grab Rachel while she is still doubled over and lift her up before slamming her down behind her. If this worked, she can get an early lead in this match.

Rachel was still curled up when she bounced off the rolpes, spinning around just in time to head towards Violator face-first rather than falling on her back. Unfortunately, her opponent took advantage of this, lifting her up before slamming her down hard onto the mat. "Gah!" she yelped, arching her back wher it impacted against the mat, beforetrying to roll over to regain her footing.

After the slam, Violator would lean forward to start getting all up in Rachel's business as she shouted, "Hey! If I'm going to have to keep pounding you like this, at least I need to know your name. That way you won't remember it when I'm done with ya!" Even as Rachel was rolling away, she still wanted to grill her for the moment.

Her fingers would curl up and down a few times to indicate that she's ready to get a hold of her again. Earlier was only a warmup and soon the fun will begin.

Rachel couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her opponent's taunt. "What? That doesn't even make sense..." she trailed off as she climbed to her feet, raising her hands by her face again. Still it was apparent that the first blow to her stomach was still sore, and she had to consciously keep herself from curling over. As the Violator just stood there again, Rachel decided this was her opportunity, this time taking a jab for her stomach.