The Canadian Destroyer Destroys a Canadian (Ashley vs Rachel)

Match Type- Hardcore
Ring Type- Standard
Rules- None, Use of Weapons are Highly encouraged
Win Conditions- Victory via Pinfall, Submission or TKO

Ashley Knight:

Entrance Music- Viking Death March

Ashley entered the ring arms raised in predicted victory as the guitar in her song heralded her entrance. She stepped down the ramp as the blonde showed off her body to the crowd. Her eyes only forward not caring what the crowd though of her. The lion does not care for the opinion of the sheep. There were those who did not care fore heels like her and they made their presence known. However, part of the crowd loved her and in her mind the other part was just afraid of her.

Ashley Knight made her way into the ring and cut an imposing figure. She had all the right curves and great muscles in all the right places. She had a chest and ass other woman would kill for and she wore them almost as well as her clothes. Confident, powerful and beautiful, these are what Ashley embodied. Yet, her opponent today was going to be shown just how superior she was in every way.

"Come out and play Rae-Rae..." Ashley said to herself cracking her knuckles. "I want to play a few games with you darling."

As Ashley Knight's theme died down and she got settled in the ring, the jumbotron lit up yet again, this time with a much more subdued track, and her substantially smaller, and apparently angrier opponent came pacing through the entrance. Rachel Carin stomped down the ramp, a baseball bat dragging behind her, with death in her eyes. She didn't care that she was openly brandishing a weapon that would leave her marked as a cheater in any other kind of a match, she wasn't here to fuck around. She was here to win. Not for glory, not for money, and not to prove she was better than anyone. All she wanted was to get in and out of this place one time without being horribly mutilated.

Rachel Carin:

As she climbed into the ring she tossed away the baseball cap and turned to her opponent with darkened eyes. There was no retort to Ashley's taunting, she wasn't here to talk. All she did was place the bat in both hands, mentally readying herself to knock this woman's lights out as fast as she could. And on top of that, she kept her options open. Rachel had made a point to her manager, Lily Bell, to keep this from being a submissions only or KO only match. That way if she needed an out, she had some. Still, compared to her, Ashley was a giant, in both build and stature, and Rachel had to fight the frightened pit in her stomach. But she knew if she didn't, it'd be another long, miserable night.

Ashley was beyond disappointed with her opponent, she expected her foe to be intimidated by her but not absolutely spineless. The heel could literally taste the fear coming off of Rachel. The Baseball bat didn't come off as threatening to Ashely, it represented fear or a lack of confidence. She grunted at the bat and gave Rachel an ear to ear grin.

"Good. You'll need every advantage you can get, girl" She said as she walked toward the center of the ring. "I can tell you're scared Rachel, it's time you get taught a lesson. You don't belong in this ring. You don't belong in ANY ring. You give Canadians a bad name, it's the very reason why they think our country is a joke, not true, north, strong and free. This isn't a match about winning or losing, it's to drive home the fact that you don't belong her, period."

Ashley shrugged and shook her head as she waited for the bell to ring. "IF you think about it, I'm really just doing everyone a huge favor."

The blonde lifted her fist and turned her thumb down. "By breaking your body, mind and spirit."

Rachel didn't want to let this woman's taunting get to her. She knew it was just part of the process, talking big to put on a show, to make the other girl even just a little bit intimidated. She knew that Ashley would be talking like this no matter who was in this ring with her, she could tell immediately that was just the kind of woman she was. That's why she hated just how right she was.

"Shut the fuck up," she hissed, raising the bat next to her head, "and let's get this over with." And, without another word, she charged in. The bell hadn't rung yet, for whatever reason they seemed to always give both girls some time to play mind games. But no disqualifications meant no disqualifications, and she didn't want to hesitate like last time. She couldn't. With death in her eyes, she lifted the bat above her head, and ran forward.

But there are critical times in every person's life where dexterity fails. A waiter, after years of service, might drop an expensive stack of plates and lose his job. A serviceman may have had his finger in the wrong spot for just a moment, and put a bullet in his close friend. And when that baseball bat slipped out of her fingers and flew into the corner behind her, Rachel felt as if she was already dead. Paralyzed by an overwhelming fear, she stopped, midway across the ring, with stress-induced tears already forming in her eyes. She turned to look at the bat, and then back to Ashley, and not all the willpower in the world could conceal her terror in that moment. "Wait.." was all she could force out with the volume of a whimper, while her brain frantically scrambled for some kind of way out, anything she could do to prevent yet another night of torture.

Ashley didn't respond to Rachel's outburst all she saw was a girl way over her head. Rather than facing her fears, Rachel had opted to act tough which even she had to respect, she supposed. She smiled at Rachel with a practiced chilling smile that showed her calm demeanor as if warning Rachel, she knew something that she didn't. Her expression hardly changed by the time Rachel ran at her, Ashley frowned a little startled by the fact Rachel had attempted an attack before the bell had rung. She then looked at the bat that flew behind her and back at Rachel's terrified face. It was as if Rachel was a deer caught in the headlights of an eighteen wheeler. Ashley smiled and patted Rachel on the head.

"Hah! Almost caught me off guard!" Rachel said in a friendly voice as she waited for Rachel to process that.

Hearing the bell ring, Ashley's hand shot out and would clasp around her foe's throat like an iron claw. She would squeeze the girl's neck before hoisting her up in the air and slamming her back onto the mat with a choke slam.

At first, Rachel just froze, staring at her gargantuan opponent with terrified eyes as the cogs in her brain caught on one another and began to send sparks. Panicked thoughts of surrender and escape intermixed with genuine attempts at some sort of new plan, and all the while a good portion of her mind simply gave up and braced for the pain. When it all caught up, she was about ready to turn and run for the bat, but Ashley was already moving in. A powerful, crushing grip wrapped around her throat and lifted her into the air, and at first Rachel was almost too scared to even squirm. But she did start squirming, with both hands over Ashley's wrist as she hopelessly tried to pull herself free. Then, in an instant, all that fear became justified and twisted into a world of pain while she crashed into the mat. Ashley's huge arm drove into her windpipe, forcibly prying the air from her lungs, while the impact against the mat rang out through her back in more direct, poignant pain.

Ashley grinned in satisfaction watching Rachel grovel on the ground like a worm as she was slammed onto the mat. The blonde chuckled as she raised her foot and would stomp on her chest, pivoting on the balls of her feet as she really rubbed it in. She folded her arms as she shook her head in mock disbelief.

"I don't know what's more sad, calling this a fight or the mosquito bites on your chest you call breasts." She taunted as she would put her foot off her chest before dropping down landing ass first onto Rachel's chest. Ashley would grab a handful of her opponent's victim's hair and twist it side to side. The blonde would inch forward before forcing her face into her crotch as she would grind her mouth and nose against her. Cruelly, she would force her foe to be used as her personal sex toy right from the beginning of the match. It would send the message that to the crowd how this match was going to go.

Rachel let out a harsh squeal as her boob was compressed beneath Ashley's foot, squirming on the mat as she dug in her heel and pulling on the giant's ankle with both hands. This didn't help her situation any, though, and certainly didn't prevent Ashlwy from crushing her chest even further with gasp as her moderate, but firm breasts coushined the behemoth's landing.

It hadn't taken long at all for Rachel to feel completely powerless, and Ashley seemed intent to rub that in as she grabbed her toy by the hair and started grinding her crotch into the poor girl's face. Rachel couldn't do much more than kick and squirm as she choked and spat for the smallest bit of breathing room.

Ashley smirked as the match had just begun and she was already rubbing her crotch in her opponent's face. She licked her lips as she felt her opponent choke and squirmed underneath her. The Canadian blonde would rub it in quite literally before sitting back on Rachel's breasts.

"Do you have some weird masochistic fetish or something??" She teased before she would smack Rachel across the face with the palm of her hand before grabbing her chin forcing her to look at her. "Because I don't know why you're here."

Ashley let out a sigh wondering if Rachel was actually going to fight back. She kind of felt bad but it was better that this girl needed to be taught a lesson and she was all too willing of a teacher.

Having her face suddenly free of crotch was a relieving experience for Rachel, though her relaxed gasp was replaced with a painful one as her chest was compressed down once again. She couldn't get a word in before she was humiliatingly slapped across the face, but when she was given a moment to speak, all she did was glare. Inside, Ashley's words were getting to her… why did she put up with this? She needed the money to move on with her life, but was it worth this?

But the reality was she saw no other option. A day to day job wouldn't pay enough to even get her home, and not many companies were going to provide and renew a work visa like the AFW did.

But Rachel's thoughts were not so clear in the heat of the moment, her mind swirling with both rage and fear, panicked like a cornered dog. She jerked her head in an attempt to bite the hand that held her chin, a typical act of defiance.