Double Debut: Ashely Kimstead Vs Valarie Blanchard.

Match type: Standard singles match.
Match rules: First to pin, knockout or make their opponent submit

Ashely would be waiting backstage. She was nervous but excited. She was nervous because it was her first match at AFW. But she was excited to feel what she was looking for being a jobber in a league like this. She couldn't believe she was finally here. She would be told that it was her turn to make an entrance. The lights would go dim and a bright beam would shown down on the curtains. Ashely would hear her music start and the curtains would begin to open. She would strike a pose and get a cheer from the audience. Not because of her skill or that she was known, but more so for her figure. It was more so cat calling compared to cheering. She sported a tight one piece swimsuit that was fit like a second skin along with white thigh high socks and white sleeves. She had her hair in cute long twin tails that complimented her girlish charm.

Entrance music:

Spoiler:

She would nervously make her way down the ramp and towards the ring, waving and smiling to the crowd. She would make it to the ring where she would climb up to the apron, rolling under the bottom rope. She would then stand up, nervously posing in the ring, getting cheers from the crowd, some genuine, and some not.

She would go to her corner and begin stretching, keeping an eye on the entrance to see who her opponent was.

Valerie, the nearly six-and-a-half foot amazon that she was, had finally gotten the call. It had been a long time coming, with messy contract disputes delaying her debut on a grander stage for quite some time. Having been out of work for so long wasn't the issue; she had managed fine on her own, the real issue was that of passion, her burning desire to showcase her superiority to a wider audience. Finally her wish had been granted, and the previous couple of weeks of AFW television had confirmed it for the world to see, Valerie Blanchard would make her debut tonight!

She'd done her homework, read up on her opponent. The tale of the tape told her nearly everything she needed to know - her opponent was someone eighty pounds lighter, and seven years her junior. There was no doubt in Valerie's mind this would be a perfect opportunity to show off and demonstrate her strength. As she stood, donning her favorite one-piece, she got a few odd looks from a couple of folks backstage, squinting at the rabbit ears and puffy cottontail that clashed so much with her menacing demeanor.

"Ey! You got a problem with rabbits!?" she'd quickly silence them, this rabbit was no timid prey animal. She grins as the interns skitter off someplace, and a moment later, her music begins.

Music: Sortilege - Amazone:

French heavy metal blasts through the speakers of the arena, and Valerie practically tears through the curtains. She stands and stares at the crowd for a moment before throwing a swift a roundhouse kick, holding the pose.

Pose:

Getting her requisite pop, she sneers and waves dismissively to a young fan in the front row, playing off her Heelish reputation hardcore. With a single hop up to the apron, she finds herself glaring directly across from her opponent, staring daggers. So this was the unfortunate soul she'd be toying with tonight, as small and vulnerable looking as she'd believed. Perfect!

She removes her costume rabbit ears and gingerly places them on the ring steps. At last she steps over the top rope, staring down her nose at her opponent, whom she towered over by nearly an entire foot.

"Try not to pass out too quickly!", the only words she offers to her foe as she waits for the bell to ring.

Ashely would continue stretching for a moment before suddenly, the loud and disruptive sound of french heavy metal started blaring from the sound system within the arena. Ashely would notice how the crowd's reaction was much louder and excited compared to her own. She couldn't help but feel the shivers down her spine as she became much more nervous and aroused. The thought of being dominated and humiliated in front of this ginormous crowd was both terrifying and exciting for Ashely.

She would watch as her opponent nearly tore the curtains down with her entrance, giving an impressive roundhouse kick to the air. Ashely would watch this and have mixed feelings. A part of her hoped she wouldn't receive this brutal kick while another half craved the pain that this move would bring.

She would watch her opponent make her way down to the ring, struggling to keep her mouth closed as her opponent's physique made her jaw drop. She would watch as she easily hopped upon the apron as if it were nothing. She would make eye contact with the rabbit girl and what she saw both frightened and excited her.

She would watch as her opponent removed her rabbit ears and stepped over the top rope with ease. There was an obvious size difference with them now both being in the ring. She would hear Valarie's taunt, asking her not to pass out too quickly. Ashely agreed, even nodding submissively. She not only wanted to give the crowd a show, but she wanted to make this last as long as possible. Valarie was a beautiful woman and Ashely wanted to spend every moment possible at her mercy.

The bell would ring. Ashely would slowly make her way towards the center of the ring, in a defensive stance, although it wasn't a very effective one. She hoped that Valarie would find a way to start things off with a bang. She just wanted to look the part of an opponent and a wrestler. She would make her way slowly towards the center in a near squatted position with her arms raised, looking for a lock up position. This left Valarie with many options, either to lock up and show her dominance through pure power, or hit her with something unexpected and truly showing her heel side. Either way, Ashely was excited.

Valerie doesn't wait, moving forward as soon as the bell rings. She notes Ashley's defensive posture and smirks, reaching forward and yanking her into a grapple, up close and personal right out the gate. She roughly handles her with a standing headlock for a few moments to get a gauge of her strength and ability to escape the hold, eyes darting about at the crowd as she watches those in attendance.

She had a little bit of an indy following, though she was still a foreigner in this country, so she wasn't sure if her fans were particularly numerous, though the markier members of any wrestling event had probably heard of her, given she'd been in the scene for quite some time. What she yearned for was a reaction, and much moreso if it was a heated one. It was time to bully this poor girl she'd been pitted against!

With a step forward, Valerie moves to launch Ashley roughly towards one of the four turnbuckles with a great deal of power behind her throw, intending to catch her on a rebound with a releasing german suplex. If she could get Ashley grounded, she had even more sinister plans from there...

Ashely would look at Valarie who simply smirked at her. The look on her face wasn't a good sign. Suddenly She would find herself in a grapple with Valarie. She was easily over powered, gasping as she was placed in a rough standing headlock. She would attempt to escape by pulling at Valarie's arms but it was no use. They were completely mismatched on all levels of strength and everything else.

She continued to struggle uselessly as Valarie eyed up the crowd to see what the vibe was for tonight. She looked awfully cute as she struggled and squirmed in the hold, blushing how the side of her cheek was forced to be pressed against the side of Valarie's covered breast.

Finally, Valarie would send Ashely running towards the corner. She would hit it with force, not only causing her to lose some air but also to rebound back to the her opponent who was waiting with open arms. Suddenly, Ashely found herself being flung through the air with a brutal releasing german suplex.

Ashely's upper back, neck and the back of her head took the brunt of the damage. She would go limp as gravity caused her to do a backwards summersault before falling to her side and then down to her back. She laid there spread eagle, unsure of what just happened. Valarie was moving fast. This match was moving fast. Much to fast for Ashely so far. She was vulnerable to whatever move Valarie had planned next.

Somewhat impressed with her own handiwork as Ashely smashes into the mat, Valerie's confidence only grows. Approaching her fallen foe, she verbally mocks her then strikes her back with a trio of mocking stomps, her arrogance on full display. A moment later she crouches down and locks the poor jobber in a scissor hold, wrapping her thighs around her neck and pulling back against the chin. She lays to one side, occasionally slapping the mat and shouting at the crowd, glancing around and playing up to her own ego, pointing out at them and putting herself over.

She holds her opponent like this for several moments, watching to see if she might try to escape, or if she even had the strength to do so after getting brutally slammed just prior. To add insult to injury, she even starts tugging at Ashely's hair, staring down the referee as she is verbally warned for it, rolling her eyes and ceasing her foul play, only to squeeze her thighs even harder, moving in her position somewhat to make it all the more awkward and painful for her foe to get a grip and escape her predicament.

The match had only begun, but Valerie had believed she had this won already, more than likely she'd be able to take her time and maximize her heat, just as she had wanted.

Ashely would lay spread eagled on her front. She would hear the verbal mockery coming from Valarie and it would make her blush. Insult to injury was added as Valarie sent three stomps to her back, making Ashely writhe around in pain, clutching her back as she was rolled over onto her back.

Ashely would get caught in a tight head scissors. She would blush as she felt the strong and warm thighs latch around her neck. Valarie's skin was smooth and soft, a sharp contrast to the muscle that was within them. She would feel her chin being grabbed and pulled back to make the hold more painful. Ashely would let out a yelp.

It was humiliating. Valarie was playing with her, acting up for the crowd, acting as if this was nothing to her which in all honesty, thats exactly what it seemed to be. Ashely was simply a sacrificial lamb given to the brutal rabbit wrestler.

She would try to break free, pressing her gloved hands against Valarie's thighs. She would try to remove them but it was no use. She let out soft and cute grunts at her unsuccessful attempts. Suddenly, Ashely would feel teh burning of her scalp as Valarie decided to yank at her hair. Ashely would let out a sharp scream as she would reach up, weakly slapping the hands away that were pulling at her hair.

The hold only got tightened as Valarie moved in the position to make the hold more more awkward and painful. It was near impossible for Ashely to escape. She would continue her useless efforts but they would continue to get her nowhere.

After many agonizing moments, Valerie rolls to one side and releases her headscissors. Wasting no time she lifts Ashely up to a sitting position, pressing a knee into her back and gripping both of her wrists in each hand, yanking her backwards and stretching her back and shoulders painfully in a seated surfboard hold.

She grins, gritting her teeth as she pulls for all her worth, wondering how long her opponent's shoulders would hold out. Being dominant like this was not something she was unfamiliar with, she often found herself in a domineering position against smaller, younger opponents, but this felt almost too easy... Not that she would complain, of course!

Occasionally she relents for just a moment, the constant yanking on her opponent's shoulder sockets easing up only to very quickly tense again as she pulls harder, adding to the pain as she refuses to let her opponent's body adapt to the varying pressure. She was not a submission specialist per se, but given the opportunity to toy around like this, she would happily take the opportunity to wear Ashely down, ensuring she'd not be able to resist bigger moves going forward. Valerie was sadistic, but even in a position like this, she remained calculating.

Ashely would continue to weakly struggle as Valarie kept her in the brutal and tight head scissors. After a few more excruciating moments, Ashely would be released, gasping for air and coughing. Although she was released, she had no time to recover as Valarie quickly pressed a knee to her back, snatched her wrists and yanked back violently.

Ashely would let out a pained cry of shock as she felt her back and shoulders being stretched painfully in a seated surfboard hold.

With this being Ashely's debut, Ashely wasn't thinking it would be this bad. She had faced other girls in other leagues and was dominated in most cases, but it seemed that Valarie was on a completely different level than those other opponents. She was relentless as she pulled at her arms with all the power she had.

Ashely would kick her legs and try to pull away, only adding to the pain she was feeling. "No!... Ow... Stop!" She would plead as she continued squirming and thrashing. It felt as though her arms were going to be pulled out of their sockets.

Ashely would suddenly feel the pressure dial back a bit. She thought that Valarie was giving her mercy, but that only made what came next worse. Valarie seemed to be very good at going back and forth between the levels of pressure she puts into her submissions. Every time pressure would be brought down, it only made the next yank more agonizing. She would roll her head back and let out a pained cry, one that most likely wouldn't gain her any sympathy.

As Ashely cries out, Valerie takes that as her cue to amp up the pain. She withdraws her knee from her foe's back, standing to her feet. Showcasing her impressive arm strength, she shifts her grip on Ashely's arms, and deadlifts her directly up into the air, holding her in an elevated double chickenwing hold, dangling her mercilessly above. She allows her foe to hang like this in full display to the crowd for many moments, showing off her prowess as she holds a whole person up above her head.

Several no doubt painful seconds pass before she has enough of this, and decides to bring her opponent back down, hard. Abruptly, Valerie drops Ashely down face and chest-first to the mat as she transitions the hold into a face buster, causing the ring to shake. A sick grin crosses her face as she basks in the afterglow of her handiwork, not even bothering to go for a pin... she wasn't yet done! She again stands and hoists Ashely up, dragging her to her feet as well, then whips her forward to the turnbuckle much like before, though this time without the force to cause her to bounce back.

Valerie follows after and stops behind her foe at the turnbuckle, pressing her front against Ashely's back. She grips Ashely's bangs with one hand and pulls her head back, forcing her to make awkward, upside down eye contact as she speaks, "Ask nicely and maybe I'll stop...!". Behind her devilish smirk, some sadistic urge takes Valerie and she decides Ashely was going to be her plaything for a bit longer.  She releases Ashely's hair then locks her arms around her opponent's to restrain her, then begins feeling her up, hands groping and exploring her clothed sides, hips and midriff, keeping her trapped between herself and the turnbuckle, at the mercy of her molestation.