Total Violation! The Violator vs. Rachel Carin

After another second, Violator would release Rachel's nipples and said, "Hmm, you got some grit to resist that, I'll give you that. No matter, this would give me all the more reason to go as hard in my next attack." Her ten fingers clenched into fists and she was prepared to go with her word as long as her opponent is immobilized.

Violator would now try to give off another few punches to the gut before at both breasts. She thought that changing targets every now and then should keep Rachel at bay and hopefully stunned enough for a submission.

Rachel's body shook at the impact of Violator's fists, coughing and convulsing as she strained to stay on her feet. As the last blow landed in her stomach, she tightened her grip on the ropes and keeled over, holding herself up, but just barely. She spit out a mouthful of blood, glaring up at her opponent through her hair, her look enough to communicate her anger without any words.

When Rachel spit out a mouthful of her own blood, that made Violator raise an eyebrow for a few seconds and smile as she took a couple steps forward. She would lean in and said, "Oh good! Looks like you're beginning to benefit from my methods." She would also reach over to cup the tip of her opponent's chin with her fingers and added, "But don't worry if this isn't working for you, I'll make sure to quicken the pace and end this sooner."

If Rachel didn't do anything while she spoke, Violator tried to carry on from there with a grab of Rachel's hair before tossing her back to the mat.

Rachel groaned angrily as Violator brought her chin up, insulting her face to face before grabbing a handful of her hair. As she was yanked towards the center of the ring, her grip on the ropes loosened, and she stumbled forward, landing near the center on her hands and knees, panting. She tried to climb to her feet, but for the moment she was too tired, shivering in place instead as she tried to regain some strength.

Violator walked over to the side of the ring where her baseball bats were kept and would pick them both up with both hands. Since getting Rachel off the ropes, she felt that it was time to go a little rougher now. Violator got in position behind her opponent and raised one bat up to signal that another thing is coming for Rachel. With Rachel too tired and shivering, she'll be easy pickings from behind and Rachel would need to watch her back...literally.

Violator kept her bat raised until she tried to swing it to smack Rachel's rear end as hard as she could. If Rachel took the impact and fell forward, she would even add a stomp on both buttcheeks to keep her down.

As Rachel continued to struggle to get to her feet, she felt an impact in her ass that felt like it would shatter her tailbone, sending her off her hands and knees as she fell hard onto the mat. The damage to her spine caused her to shiver in pain, and the stomps to her butt not only managed to keep her on her stomach, but added insult to injury as she blushed embarassedly.

Violator continued to smile cruelly as her hits made Rachel only shiver more from the pain and humiliation. Rachel would definitely survive after this fight, but her own ego and pride may be damaged more than her body. That's something that Violator wants to maintain. She then glanced over to her opponent's feet and asked, "And you're fighting barefoot, huh?" That gave her an idea as she swung. Her bats around a bit.

Now, Violator would try to use her own boots to keep Rachel's legs and feet straight and aligned with each other. If this worked, she would use take both bulks of her bags and put them together like a giant rolling pin before going down and roll over and smush Rachel's toes underneath as hard as she could. "Surely, you know better than to fight with bare feet here."

Rachel grunted in pain as Violator stepped on both of her legs, aligning her feet straight behind her. For a moment, she was about to try pulling herself up with her arms, but before she could she felt her toes being smashed beneath a pair of bats pressing down as hard as her opponent could muster. She tried, and failed, to suppress a pained shout as it felt like the bones in her feet would be broken, clawing at the mat in a vain attempt to dull the pain. "F-fuck you!" she grunted, still determined to resist.

Hearing Rachel badmouthing her, Violator would keep up her rolling as she said with a wicked smirk, "Keep running your mouth, girly. I'll just keep torturing you until you submit." All the while, she chuckled with glee as Rachel was just exerting loud shouts of pain. Violator would have loved to keep this up all day and night, but she knew that she needed to switch things up a little.

She stopped and put away her baseball before trying to sit on Rachel's back and face her legs. She had to be sure that nothing would stop nor distract her from winning. If she can do so, Violator would also try to grab Rachel's legs and feet, put them under her armpits, and pull them up with her in a Boston crab.

Rachel groaned louder as her legs were pulled up behind her back, her spine nearly folded over in a harsh boston crab. With the hardcore nature of the match, a rope break probably wouldn't save her, but it didn't stop Rachel from crawling towards the end of the ring as best she could anyways. "L-lemme go!" she pleaded angrily, though her voice was starting to get shakier as her body took more damage. "I'll f-fucking kill you..."