Rachel Carin vs. Mari Fuuma- Humiliating Hardcore Debut!

For a moment, the pain from the chair was all Rachel could think about, blood running from her forehead towards her eyes as she stayed motionless on her knees. However, through sheer force of will, she slowly brought her attention back to her surroundings, shakily bringing herself back onto her feet.

The personal victory was short-lived, however, as almost as soon as she did her hair was grappled yet again, this time sending her tumbling towards the steel steps ouside the ring. She could do little to prevent the attack, but at least resolved to twist her body shortly before impact, directing the damage more towards her shoulder and back than her head this time, before she toppled to the floor.

Throwing her opponent into the stairs, making a painful sound of metal hitting flesh, although hitting Rachel's shoulder and back instead of the head like she wanted to. Deciding not to worry about minor details, Mari began to take the time to catch some of her breathe after her high paced assault, walking over to the stairs as she would grab the top stairs and dislodge them from the bottom.

Heaving the heavy set of steel, Mari would slid that into the ring also and continued to fill the ring with various assortment of weapons. Setting her eyes back on Rachel, Mari would reach down and grab her by her short hair and roughly pull her up to drag her to the ring. Hooking Rachel's leg, she would try and roll her battered opponent in and slide in after her.

After the beating she just received, there wasn't much Rachel could do to prevent herself from being pulled to the ring by her hair again. She squealed with pain as she was hoisted to her feet, before being rolled back into the ring, next to a terrifying assortment of improvised weapons. Desperately trying to gain her composure, she managed to pull herself to her hands and knees before having to catch her breath, hoping she had enough time to make a move yet.

Mari got to her feet, walking around the downed Rachel as she stalked her. Thinking of what to do next and letting the pain sink in with Rachel's body, Mari would reach down to grab her opponent by her arm and pulled her up. When she did, she would yank on Rachel's arm to pull her close as she would then crouch down to catch Rachel on her shoulder and lifted her up.

Walking over to the chair she used to split Rachel's head open, Mari would attempt to deliver a spinebuster her opponent on to the chair, looking to flatten her opponent on the unforgiving steel.

Pain coursed through Rachel's body as she panted on her hands and knees, and she had to grit her teeth to deal with it. She was a bit startled to find Mari's hand grasping her arm, for a moment it felt like her opponent was helping her up in an unexpected gesture of good will, before finding herself hoisted into the air, and slammed down onto the dense steel chair lying on the mat. She arched her back reflexively after the impact, reaching an arm back in an instinctual attempt to caress the pain.

Mari used the momentum of the move to spring to her knees after slamming Rachel into the chair. Panting as stringing move after move was taxing on Mari herself, though not as much as her opponent. Inflicting a sufficient amount of pain on Rachel, Mari decided to try her hand at the humiliation part of the match. Reaching down to Rachel's jeans, Mari would begin to unbutton the jeans and looked to strip her opponent down to her panties or whatever it was she had beneath it.

As Rachel turned over in her pain, she felt a pair of hands reaching for her waist, attempting to unbutton her jeans. As sore as she was, she did not sign up to have her privates exposed to an audience, and the gesture was enough to make her snap to attention.
"Wha- woah! Fuck!" she shouted as she slapped the invasive hands away, backing towards the opposite end and redoing the button. The sudden burst of motion managed to fatigue her, however, and she leaned against the ropes to rest, slightly unzipping her hoodie to let some air in to her cleavage and upper chest.

Mari scoffed in frustration as Rachel slapped her hands away and crawled away. Mari did not pursued her opponent as she didn't find the priority to do so. Getting to her feet as she stood up, she would raise her hands and gave Rachel a mocking 'bring it on' gesture with both hands as an arrogant smirk curled on her lips, showing the only emotion this entire match to her opponent.

Mari would stand ready as she didn't advance and waited for Rachel to do the first move, wanting her opponent to attempt to fight back and sought to viciously stop her attempt to fight back to further crush her opponent's spirits.

Rachel knew as soon as she saw Mari's mocking gesture that attacking was exactly what her opponent wanted, but maybe there was a slim chance that she would be able to actually make use of this chance and get the drop on her. Using the ropes to spring herself as much as she could, Rachel charged in with a feign punch to cover up the knee she intended to send into her opponent's gut; maybe not the most masterful tactic, but decent for someone with no sort of training.

Mari didn't flinch or move to defend as Rachel came at her with a fist. Mari would pull her head back in a mockingly manner thinking that she would avoid the punch harmlessly, however she only opened herself up for the devastating knee to the gut. "Guh!" she let out as she hunched forward and staggered backwards, coughing for air as she covered her stomach, surprised by the feint.