Last Woman Standing Match: Harley Jackson vs Sandy White

"The following is a Last Woman Standing Match! Both women will compete until one or both are ko'd or unable to continue! Introducing first: Saaaaannnndy White!"

The ring announcer wasted no time when this match appeared next on the card. Her voice was audible throughout the arena as her announcement of a last woman standing match began to excite the crowd. A brief moment of silence would follow before the sound of rock music blared as Sandy emerged from the back, at the top of the ramp, clad in her usual in-ring attire: a blue one piece and knee pads.



The mere sight of her made the crowd erupt with boos as crossed her arms, indifferent about the reception. She began to paced menacingly down the ramp and made her way to the ring. Sandy's size and overall physical prowess was almost always the most obvious thing about her at all times. Her combination of skill, strength, size, and general disregard for the rules and her opponents made her an enemy to many AFW fans. Not that any of that ever bothered her. She was out to prove herself as being better than anyone that dared challenge her. And that was evident in the ways in which she carried herself. Sandy rolled into the ring and took her place in her corner, smiling at the thought of upsetting yet another crowd tonight by beating up someone that they (hopefully) like.

Harley would hear the booing and get a little bit excited, she knew that if she got cheered in her good guy vs good guy matches that the roof was going to absolutely lift of the building for her going up against someone who seemed to earn a little of disdain from the audience, Harley hadn't even taken into account how much of a different her " surprise " would make in terms of fan approval but she was sure it would be huge.

Harley's theme " Don't trust me " would start to play through-out the arena and as it did there were a few preemptive cheers already, of course it wasn't as big as the reaction her opponent for tonight got but if he knew who she was up against then Harley would surely understand why.

Harley would break into the arena in a light jog, wearing her bikini attire with pink sneakers and high fiving all the fans down one side of the ramp, rallying more cheers and chants as people recognised the determined and hard working Kawaii from other matches, her ability to stay positive and try her hardest no matter who she went up against had earned her a few fans and so had her use of smother holds mixed with impressive wrestling ability as well as how often she interacted with the fans.



Harley would then run around the outside of the ring high fiving as many fans as possible until she got all the way back to being in front of the ring like she started, Harley slightly out of breath would then run a little bit back up the ramp high fiving the opposite side's fans before running towards the ring and sliding in through the bottom rope before walking up to her opponent and forming a friendly smile on her face as she put her hand out for a handshake and said in a slightly tired out voice and between pants " My name is Harley Jackson, nice to meet you and let's have a entertaining match!."

Sandy paid very little attention to her opponent whilst she made her entrance. The crowd seemed to be into it. Then again, most people took her opponent's side - she was used to that, it was to be expected. She simply eagerly awaited to meet with her opponent face to face. Learning the faces and names of the women she'd put through the ringer was one of the few joys keeping her career at AFW and as a wrestler from being a mundane job.

But the even after several moments, there was still no bell. Harley was spending all this time getting chummy with her fans. When she began extending her entrance sequence by lapping the ring and giving out twenty high fives too many, Sandy began to become noticeably annoyed. She began to look tense, her index finger tapped as she crossed her arms and a frown began to form on her face. She contemplated going out there herself and taking matters into her own hands, but just as she began to leave her corner to do just that, Miss Jackson slid into the ring and introduced herself in a friendly fashion.

"Harley....Jackson, huh?" Sandy questioned in response to Harley's introduction. "Well Miss Jackson, my name is Sandy White." She said in a calm enough tone as to not show much or any malice. She'd shake Harley's hand firmly while continuing. "I've been at AFW for a while now. And lemme tell you, I've had all sorts of interesting opponents. But never, and I mean never have I seen them put a girl in a Last Woman Standing match!"

As soon as Sandy finished her sentence, she'd pull Harley in by her hand and attempt a vicious clothesline in an attempt to floor her foe before the bell even rang!

Harley would just be thinking about how polite her opponent sounded until she noticed one odd detail that seemed a bit out of place, her opponent had just made a shot at her.

Harley would just try to shake it off by laughing like it was a joke and would try to let go of her opponent hand but her grip would be too tight as the bigger Woman Suddenly smacked her arm against Harley's neck which would send Harley crashing to the mat at the start of the match.

Harley would be completely vulnerable on the ground as she just got floored by the woman's clothesline, the power behind it and sudden nature of it being enough to daze Harley as the beginning of the match as the crowd booked the woman..

Sandy smirked as she manage to land a clean hit before the match even began. She looked down at her opponent with a sadistic smile before saying to the ref "Referee, ring the bell." which the officials did soon after. Upon hearing the bell ring, Sandy would leap into the air and attempt a Guillotine Leg Drop, trying to aim to drop her long, toned leg clean across Harley's neck! If this move connected, she'd pull her petite foe by the hair and place her in a Neck Scissor hold to further attack her neck and begin to berate her!

"So let's see. You get booked against an opponent twice your size in a match where I get to knock you out, you piss me off with your entrance alone, AND you managed to run yourself clear out of breath ALL before the match even began!" Sandy would up the pressure and squeeze harder as she lectured her foe if her scissor was successful.

Harley would make a whimpering noise as she had her hair pulled when she was put in the scissors.
She would listen to her opponentand it was true, it was very unlikely for Harley to win this match.

Regardless though, in the scissors all Harley would say is " I'm glad I poss you off, makes the crowd like me more. Also as far as giants you are low tier so I might end up on top " Harley would mostly just be trying to upset her opponent further, hoping she'd be more likely to make a mistake.

Harley's words definitely hit a nerve. Mostly because she wasn't entirely wrong. The crowd did like her opponent more, they usually did. And as far as giants went, she hasn't had the same success others have in terms of wins and losses. But that wasn't something she was going to own up to, especially to someone that was clearly trying to piss her off while being at such a disadvantage.

"Oh so you have a mouth, huh?!" Sandy exclaimed before transitioning and straddling her opponent such that she could sit directly on top of her face in a Reverse Schoolgirl Pin, hoping to shut her up for the time-being while using her size to deny Harley any chance at regaining stamina. If this was move went uncontested, she could begin to rain down a few punches to her opponent's tummy while seated!

Harley's face would almost be crushed against the mat as the giant placed her swimsuit covered behind right onto her face, Harley's facial features would be squished against Sandy's ass as she flailed around under her much larger opponent, desperately trying to push her opponent off though Harley couldn't even make Sandy budge.

Harley would then start to let out muffled cry's of pain as she was punched in the tummy, she would move her arms to try and block some of her opponent's punches but anytime one of them hit, Harley would end up opening her mouth again before closing it after a failed attempt to vocalise her pain under the giant's ass.

Sandy smirked as she effortlessly kept her smaller foe at bay with little more than a basic pin and grounded punches. "Ha! And even now, you're still trying to string together sentences so you can keep talking crap?!" Sandy said whilst laughing at Harley's precarious predicament. She'd shift her weight and sit straight, right on top of Harley's face to continue drowning out the sounds of cries and muffled words.

"Yeah the crowd liking you more than they like me is really gonna save you from getting beaten into unconsciousness. I'm really gonna enjoy putting you in your place. Let's get up, little girl." After talking down to her opponent more, Sandy would rise to her feet while grabbing a fistful of Harley's hair. She would try to stand Miss Jackson up for an attempt at another move!

Harley would helplessly paw at the big woman's thighs, not being able to do anything to stop her opponent and would let out a muffled scream when Sandy would shift her weight to squish her cheeks further against the kawaii wrestlers cheeks.

Harley would seem pretty helpless as her opponent bad-mouthed her without Harley being able to say anything back and as she was brought easily to her feet.
Harley though was not about to lose to someone or give up just because they outweighed her, Harley would never let her determination waver in the face of challenge, in fact the more she was made out to be the underdog the better it would be for Harley when she landed hits and the crowd gave her the orgasm worthy praise that she needed.

As Harley got lifted up to her feet she would squeal in pain, although she tried her best to hold it back so it would barely be audible. Harley would be looking up at her opponent and as soon as she was lifted high enough Harley would quickly spring into action, she would try to quickly grope her opponent's breasts and then would try to face down towards the mat and ram her head into her opponent in an improvised attack.

Harley was unsure what area she had just managed to hit with the attack but would not actually be able to predict where she was about to hit due to the height difference between the two women, though it would most likely be the chest or the area just below it.