The Canadian Destroyer Destroys a Canadian (Ashley vs Rachel)

The blonde felt like she was in absolute control, she could tell this was a match she could savor or so she thought until-

"I guess you d- Aaahh!"

Ashley let out a yelp as if she had just been stung by a bee or realized she put her hand into a pit of snakes. She held her hand and hissed visibly seeing the bite marks between her thumb and index finger. She was seething with rage as she would scowl down at Rachel as if she were a disgusting insect she had to now squash. She would plant her hands on the mat on either side of Rachel's head. The Canadian powerhouse would throw up her legs into the air as if attempting a handstand. She would then come straight back down and try to bury her knee into Rachel's stomach striking down with the force of her weight and momentum like a hammer against an anvil.

"You really don't know when to quit do you!" She said anger and annoyance beginning to build in her voice for the first time in the match.

Rachel's biting got the desired result, but deep down she knew retribution was coming. Because of this, she gasped and flinched when each of Ashley's muscular arms slapped down onto the mat beside her head, echoing with a heavy "thud." By the time she pried her eyes open, Ashley was at the apex of her fulcrum, getting a brief moment of airtime before coming back down like a meteorite.

Over the course of her career, Rachel had gotten her midsection routinely beat to shit. While this never mentally prepared her for the pain, each beating was like a fresh new hell, it did give her a point of reference. When Ashley's knee pulverized her belly, the experience she could best liken it to was the time she was nailed with a sledgehammer. Except maybe a bit more painful.

Her eyes shot wide open, flecks of spit went flying out of her mouth. Her back and legs arched up to 45 degrees, and the sound that came of her mouth was some miserable mix of a gasp, scream and gurgling cough, as though her brain was having trouble picking how to best express her agony.

Ashley watched the girl's body react rather substantially to her devastating knee. She wiped the spittle of her cheek with a thumb, she sneered in disgust. The blonde would lean down face to face with the Canadian punk. She would pin down the girl's wrists together down with one hand. Smiling in Rachel's face, Ashley would ram a reverse fist into her opponent's stomach. After the impact, Ashley would look into Rachel's eyes as she would twist her fist into her opponent's stomach, digging her knuckles into her foe to cause more pain.

"You think this is bad sweetie?" Ashley asked in a condescending tone. "This is just the beginning."

Convulsing and coughing on the mat, Rachel's senses were not where they should have been when her wrists were strung up together in one of Ashley's hands, taking whatever meager self-defense she had left away. Her eyes went wide with fearful anticipation, her chest rapidly rising and falling and her every breath carrying a faint, nervous whimper.

And her fear did not go unjustified as another muscle-bound fist dug deep into her bare tummy, evoking a gagging yelp from the smaller girl as she futility struggled in pain. Her eyes had clamped shit for the impact, but when she pried them open again they met with Ashley's own, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She started to protest, but the knuckles digging into her abs turned any words instead into groans and whines of agony.

Ashley loved the way her knuckles dug into Rachel's stomach, she could fell the girl's body spasm and twitch under her fist. She would twist her wrist seeing her opponent do nothing but take the pain. Satisfied, the blonde would get off of Rachel as she would reach down and pull the girl up to her feet by her hair. As she sees her opponent standing, Ashley would pull her opponent forward and shoot her arm between her opponent's arms. She would hoist her opponent and rotate her body as if going for a scoop slam. Instead of slamming her opponent's back into the mat, Rachel would find the heel's knee right on her lower back.

Grinning, the heel wouldn't stop there as she would push down on Rachel's chin and the other at her thigh, just above her knee. She would bend the girl on her knee as she applied more pressure into her opponent's back.

The fist invading her stomach was removed, but Rachel was already dangerously sore and winded. Because of this, she simply groaned dizzily when Ashley got off and hoisted her to her feet by her hair. In the back of her mind was the constant possible out of giving up, though the pain was more present and consuming for the time being. Any thoughts of flight or retaliation were stamped out when she was lifted into the air, and her back was slammed into Ashley's knee. Rachel tried to scream, but the impact drove the breath right out of her, rendering her temporarily mute while her eyes widened in agony. She found her voice soon enough, though, as her chin and thigh were pressed down, stretching her spine even further and retching a harsh scream that rang throughout the stadium.

"Wow, I didn't think a little girl like you could make such big annoying sounds." Ashley remarked, the crowd silent as Rachel's screams echoed off the walls. The crowd mortified and silent as the heel had her moment of triumph. They had anticipated that Ashley would probably win but this one sided fight was not something they signed up for. Ashley was a well known heel and it was something else seeing the blonde take full control already.

Ashely smirked as she pressed down on Rachel's jaw, watching her squirm. The blonde Canadian would then release her opponent letting her body clatter to the floor. She would roll her opponent onto her back and force her to sit up. Grinning, she would maneuver herself behind her opponent and lock her ankles in front of Rachel's stomach. She would squeeze her legs around her opponent's sides and squeeze in a body scissor. She would arch her hips as she would crush her foe between her strong legs.

The respite Rachel got from being released was a tenuous one, and she knew it, but she savored the feeling all the same. A relieved gasp left her lungs, but it was followed by the expected shiver down her spine as Ashley's powerful hands gripped her again and forced her to sit up. When her thighs wrapped around Rachel's already sweat-slicked waist, the smaller girl was expecting some sort of slam to follow, but instead they just... squeezed. Ashley's legs compressed Rachel's body harder and more painfully than she knew a human being could without any sort of fulcrum, and soon enough her own legs started kicking. Her eyes went wide, moist, panicked whimpers came out of her mouth. It felt like her rib cage would be shattered at any moment. Soon enough Rachel was screaming again, with what air she had left in her rapidly crushing lungs.