Double Debut: Ashely Kimstead Vs Valarie Blanchard.

Ashely's cries seemed to only grant her more pain, motivating Valarie to move her knee from her back, only to show off incredible strength, dead lifting Ashely off the mat with a brutal elevated double chicken wing hold. Ashely would continue letting out pained cries as her arms were stretched brutally. She would look out at the crowd through her pained eyes, watching them take pictures and their amused faces. It was humiliating.

After what felt like minutes of torture to her arms, she would finally drop to the mat, hard, face and chest first. Her chest would flatten against the mat as her face bounced off of it brutally. The ring would shake and rattle from the force.

It seemed that Valarie wasn't one to give a grace period as Ashely was easily hoisted up and dragged to her feet. She would suddenly be whipped towards the corner. Ashely would hit the corner hard, once again flattening her breasts in a painful manner. She didn't even have time to turn around before she felt Valarie's front against her back.

Ashely would yelp as her bangs were gripped roughly. She would be forced to strain her neck in order to look back at Valarie. Her eyes were so intense, so beautiful, but over all intimidating. She would hear Valarie's words and would be confused for a moment. "Wha... What?" She would say in a meek tone before she saw the devilish smirk on Valarie's face. Her hair would be released and a strong arm would be wrapped around her body, not allowing her to move much. Valarie's free hand than begins to feel Ashely up, all over her body.

Ashely blushes as she feels Valarie's hands grope her sides, hips and midriff, each one getting a surprised and unexpected yelp or moan out of Ashely's lips. "What... Are... You doing..." She would ask innocently as she lightly squirmed. Her struggles seemed to be useless.

"What do you think?" Valerie mockingly replies, voice rife with sarcasm. She chuckles, looking around as the crowd could see her toying with her opponent, groping and fondling her despite her resistance, witnessing her dominance. After a moment she steps back, dragging Ashely with her, forcing her to awkwardly fumble to keep up without falling down.

Shifting her hold on her, she wraps one arm around her opponent's face and chin in an inverted facelock, bending her backwards just slightly and forcing Ashely's face into Valerie's armpit, freeing up her foe's arms but leaving her in a difficult position to escape. This leaves the frenchwoman with one free hand with which to do all manner of devilish things, and she does not hesitate.

Up and down her opponent's stomach and midriff she continued to grope, before slowly, steadily, she'd move upstairs, squeezing and kneading Ashely's right breast through her attire, taunting her for her inability to escape the hold, and giving those with the benefit of flash photography something to record. She continues like this for what must seem like all too long for her opponent, really rubbing it in and aiming to humiliate her. If she didn't like it, she'd just have to break free... if she could!

Ashely would let out a moan as Valarie continued to toy with her, groping and playing with her body as if she were nothing but a practice dummy. She would hear Valaries question, asking what she thought. Ashely was unsure of how to answer. She would just stutter but wouldn't get a full sentence out before she was forced to take a few steps back.

The hold would suddenly be shifted. Ashely would yelp as she an arm was wrapped around her face in a tight and brutal inverted face lock. She would be bent backwards and had her face forced into Valarie's armpit. There was a musk that filled her senses. Her nose and mouth were forced against the folds of Valaries pit. She had direct contact with Valarie's pheromones. Ashely was confused as to why she started to feel slightly aroused.

It didn't help as Valarie started to use her free hand to continue groping and worshipping her body. Her stomach and midriff would be played with, rubbed and worshipped by the hand of Valarie. Valarie would let out a surprised yelp as her right breast was kneaded through her skin tight attire. Due to the tightness of her attire, Valarie would feel the small nub of her breast start to become a slight erect pebble.

Ashely was being played with as if she were a slab of meat, groaning and moaning into Valarie's armpit, most likely offering soft and satisfying vibrations against her pit. Valarie was becoming desperate for real oxygen. All she was breathing in right now was the scent of Valarie. Desperate times call for desperate measures, so Ashely would close her eyes tight, slowly sticking out her tongue and began running it along Valarie's skin. She would take pauses to pucker her lips and kiss against the pit in her face before beginning to lick again. She would hope that this would motivate Valarie to release her, but she was unsure if it would be effective or how Valarie would react.

"What the hell...?" Valerie questions as Ashely unexpectedly starts licking her armpit. Not the reaction she'd expected, or perhaps it was a maneuver, a vie to get herself out of this hold? Well, it was working, but probably not as gently as her opponent had hoped.

She hoists Ashely upward very suddenly from this position, yanking her feet clean off the mat before leaping back, slamming her foe downward in a leaping reverse DDT. She sits there for a moment after impact, glaring downward at her opponent's face with a bemused, somewhat perplexed look. "Enjoyed that, huh?" she speaks as she stands back up to her feet, shaking her head and smirking in amusement.

Ashely would get her second or two to recover finally as Valerie plays to the crowd for a moment, pointing and shouting at folks to play up her heel persona. She then turns and hunches forward several feet behind Ashely, hunkering down as she waits with anticipation for the jobber to stand, ready to deliver one of her deadly roundhouse kicks if her foe were to turn around!

Ashely would continue to blush as she embarrassingly licked at Valarie's armpit. The salty taste making her eyes water. She would hear Valarie's reaction. She hoped she would be released but that never came, at least not yet. Suddenly, Valarie would use her impressive strength to hoisted Ashely upwards, clearing her clean off of her feet before leaping back to preform a brutal reverse DDT.

Ashely's head would hit the mat hard. It was unforgiving. She felt her brain rattling around in her skull on impact before rolling to her back. She would bring her hands up to her head, holding it softly, obviously in pain. She would see Valarie glaring at her. It felt like looking into the eyes of a predator while being the prey.

She would hear Valarie's question and wouldn't be able to answer before she got up to play with the crowd. Ashely would take this for granted, laying there, breathing heavily, trying to regain her sense of things. After a few moments, she would start to stand up. She would start by getting to her hands and knees, slowly crawling over to the ropes to help her get up to only her knees. She would use the ropes to slowly but surly get to her feet.

Ashely would finally make it to her feet. She would have her back to her opponent. The crowd would try to warn her, yelling "Look out!" and other warnings. Ashely would look confused as she slowly turned around, only to get struck with Valarie's incredibly strong legs with a brutal round house kick that would send her straight back down to the mat. The crowd would let out a loud "Oooooh". Some were sympathetic, others were excited to see how brutal the match could get. Meanwhile, Ashely simply laid there, trying to recollect herself again. She was easy pickings for Valarie, whatever she had planned next.

Valerie does a little fist pump as her kick connects, then quickly runs over towards the proned Ashely, deadlifting her up to her feet with both of her arms hooked above her back, face towards the mat.

Bunny Buster:

She lifts Ashely up, using her arm and back strength to hold her precariously upside down for several seconds, even turning in place to really play up just how much her opponent was at her mercy, then drops backward onto her rear, planting Ashely face first back into the mat. She sits there for a moment, grinning up towards the camera as it pans in on her smirking face.

She stands once more, goading her opponent on, "What's wrong?! Not having fun anymore!?" though really her audible taunting was more character work than anything. Looking around, she spots the turnbuckle and gets an idea, quickly climbing to the top to the high risk area where she rarely ventured. Standing high atop it, she leaps forward, sailing through the air, intending to land with both feet on her prone opponent, giving herself enough forethought to land on her feet in the unlikely event she'd move.

Cottontail Crash:

Ashely hit the mat like a ton of bricks, bouncing on her side before falling to her front, chest and face first from the round house kick. She was completely stunned, which made it easy for Valarie to hook her arms and deadlift her to her feet, facing the mat. Ashely was barely able to resist. She was dead weight.

The next move was impressive to both the crowd and Ashely as Valarie lifted her up off the mat and upside down, still just holding on by her hooked arms. Valarie even had the gull to show off, turning in place to show just how strong and dominant she was. The crowd had mixed reactions, booing for those who weren't heel fans while there were those who cheered for the destruction of Ashely. It seemed that Valarie fed off that as she suddenly fell back onto her rear, planting Ashely face first into the mat.

Ashely's body would go stiff for a moment before limply falling down to the ring floor. She was still conscious due to the pain she was feeling. She was helpless in the ring with Valarie as the bunny girl grinned up at the camera with a beautiful smile, despite the brutality she was showing.

Ashely would groan as she felt Valarie standing up and heard her question. Ashely stayed on her front, trying to recover and recollect herself. After a few moments, she would roll onto her back, right in time to not only see, but feel Valarie's feet plant into her chest and her stomach, causing her to let out a near silent scream as the wind was knocked out of her. She was Valarie's doormat as she was stomped on. The crowd let out a sympathetic "OOOOoooh" as Ashely laid there, curled up and writhing in pain, open to what ever move Valarie had planned next.

Valerie's stomp connects and she again takes a moment to taunt and sell herself to the crowd. She felt like she could have ended this much sooner, but fooling around like this was an opportunity she didn't want to pass up. She approaches the curled up Ashely, hoisting her back up and off of the mat, dragging her down into pre-powerbomb position. A moment later she lifts and turns her upward, bringing her high up and over her head. Everyone knew what was coming next - as quickly as she went up, Ashely would come down as Valerie drops her with authority back to the mat, getting as much "oomph" as she could into her devastating powerbomb.

She exhales immediately afterward, the exhilaration of rag-dolling someone like that was always a rush. Still, all things had to come to an end and she knew Ashely probably could not handle much more of this abuse... Valerie had a mean streak and the occasional sadistic tendencies, but she wasn't out here to cripple a person, at least not someone who'd done nothing to piss her off. She picks Ashely up once more, dragging her across the ring and setting her up against the turnbuckle. She takes a moment to position her here, angling her slightly to try to make sure her opponent wouldn't simply fall forward on her own power.

She then takes several paces back, signaling for the end - she'd landed one of these already, but this time she intended to finish it with a second roundhouse kick. She wasn't going to milk this one, it would almost certainly be lights out if her kick were to impact with her precariously positioned foe!

After the stomp, Ashely was nothing more than a rag doll for Valerie. She laid there, hearing her opponent taunt and sell herself to the crowd. Ashely was curled up, trying to soothe her pain but Valerie had decided there was no time for that. Ashely would yelp in surprise as she was easily put into a pre powerbomb position. It was incredible strength that Valerie was showing as she easily hoisted Ashely up onto her shoulders and above her head. "Wai... NOOO!" Ashely would let out a desperate cry as she was slammed down to the mat with a devastating power bomb.

Ashely would writhe on the mat, arching and clutching her back before she was once again picked up and dragged across the ring where she was set up against the turnbuckle. If it weren't for Valerie's expert positioning, Ashely would have fallen straight forward and right on her face. Valerie didn't let that happen as she tangled her into the corner so that she wouldn't fall.

Ashely stayed in the corner, tangled up with her head hanging down. She would look up just in time to see Valerie's foot coming straight for her head. The kick would connect and instantly, it was lights out. Ashely's world would go white as she went limp, falling from the corner due to the power of the kick. She would land on her front, spasming and twitching in her unconscious state. She was done for unless Valerie had anything else in mind.

Valerie's kick impacts with her opponent and she immediately dusts off her hands, that was likely all she wrote, as they say. She drags Ashely a short distance away from the ropes and shoves her so that her back touches the mat. Valerie lays with her back atop her proned opponent and hooks the leg with one arm, raising her other to count alongside the referee,

"One!
Two!
Three!"

The bell rings, signaling the end of the beating, and Valerie sits up, having never ceased grinning after her kick made contact. Her music blasts through the arena once more as she stands and has her arm raised by the referee. She'd made her impact heard, the next step was finding her next opponent and proving her dominance once more!

She nudges the referee and points at Ashely on the mat, "Ey, make sure she's still with us, she took a real pounding!"