Heather Sunderand vs Evelyn Ratchford

"Nguh..l..like hell I'd beg..s-shut up" She whined out, shaking her head a couple times as she hated how she was handling her like this. She pried and pushed at her arms as much as she could, the pain just surging through her body as she felt like she was going to break her in half with how hard she was squeezing her. She knew if she was held in this position for too long, it could do some lasting damage for the rest of the match, but she wasn't about to cave in and give in to her demands so quickly.

She bit her lip hard, clenching her fists as she brought her arms up. She tried to just slam her forearm as hard as she could into the side of Evelyn's head, hoping that this would make her release her in time!

Evelyn was feeling more than a just happy that she was having such an easy time with torturing the former top contender here in AFW. If she could take Heather down then that would just prove what kind of competitor that the buxom True Queen was. As she squeezed upon Heather and felt how the purple haired woman was struggling and trying to pry her arms away from Heather's body.

Yet Evelyn wasn't about to release Heather, she was going to bend and break that body in two. That was all she wanted to do right now. Yet it looked as if that wasn't going to come as easy as the lovely blond wanted, as Heather's forearm smacked into the British wrestlers face, knocking her head to the side and then another slam of that forearm came into her face and it forced the blond to release Heather and stumbled backwards, rubbing her skull a bit in pain.