Rachel Carin vs. Serina Kashibara- No DQ Humiliation Match

Rachel let out an audible sigh as she readied herself backstage for the second fight of her career. To say her last fight didn't go well would be incredibly modest, but the medical help she received and the check in the mail after the fight certainly persuaded her to come back. The thing was, how much a fighter got paid wasn't based on whether or not they win, but how much of a crowd they draw. While these two were synonymous for most girls, Rachel's first fight turned out to be really popular for a match between newcomers, and Rachel's manager seemed convinced it was due to her determination in the face of the suffering she was experiencing. So, she figured that as long as she could hold out like that again, she'd be able to pay off her debts in no time.

As the opening notes to her entrance theme came on, Rachel ran out past the cheering crowd, climbing into the ring and resting in her corner. She still wasn't convinced she needed some sort of costume, and so she came in her same attire as last time, nothing more than the clothes on her back. She hadn't read up on her opponent for the evening at all, but she readied herself as best she could, figuring that this girl couldn't be nearly as sadistic as Mari was.

Serina's time so far at the AFW had not been all that great, to say the least. Her debut was supposed to have been an easy win, but instead ended with a three-on-one thrashing that left her naked and humiliated in the ring. Last week, she had almost gotten her revenge in the hallways, but again fell short due to outside interference. Finally here, in her second real match, Serina had a lot of frustration that she needed to take out.

Emerging to some intense rock music, Serina stepped out onto the stage, dressed in her usual blouse and pleated skirt. Hardly in a good mood, she pretty much ignored the raucous crowd as she stormed her way down to the ring. Serina hadn't bothered to look up who she was fighting today, not that she even really cared. Short of beating the shit out of that brat Yuuka, beating the shit out of just about anyone right now would go along way towards making her feel better.

Climbing up onto the ring apron, she saw her potential stress ball already there waiting for her. She wasn't a great judge of character, but to Serina, this girl looked weak. If she had wanted a challenge, she probably wasn't going to get it here. But that's not what Serina wanted today. She just hoped this girl would last long enough for her to work out enough her anger. Standing there, with arms crossed and a foul expression on her face, she awaited the fight to start.

As the other girl got into the ring, Rachel was a bit surprised by her appearance. The last girl she fought was in some elaborate ninja getup, but everything else about her screamed that she was a professional and meant serious business. This girl, however, was about her age, and dressed pretty normally, just like her. Rachel noticed the girl's body language conveyed a lot of anger, but she was still hopeful about her chances this time. Who knows, she might even pull out a win.

Before the bell rang, she called out to the other side of the ring in hopes that her good intentions wouldn't go afoul this time. "Hey, let's have a good match, okay?" she extended her hand towards the other girl, though she wasn't sure if her opponent would actually take it.

As the other girl called out to her, Serina just looked back at her like she was an idiot. She was here to fight and make some money, not try and make friends. Serina absentmindedly hadn't bothered to remember what the rules for today's fight were, but she did remember it was something nasty. All the more reason she had been more riled up for this than usual, and all the more reason this girl's oblivious attitude ticked her off.

Blowing off the girl's gesture, just spat back, "Fuck off." As the bell rang, Serina instantly switched to all-out attack mode, charging recklessly right towards Rachel. Not really in the mood to even think about finesse, she opened with a vicious haymaker aimed right for her opponent's face.

If there was anything Rachel had forgotten about from her last match, it was the paralyzing adrenaline of the first few moments, that realization that the other person in this small box wanted to hurt her, and badly. That feeling came rushing back to her in full force, however, as she saw her opponent's fist flying towards her face. As it collided with her, she was sent crashing into the turnbuckle, placing a hand on the point of impact to check for blood rather than focusing on her opponent.

Serina felt a huge rush of satisfaction, as her opening blow cracked the idiot girl across the face. Eager to keep up her aggression, she pursued Rachel as she stumbled back into the corner.

"Where the hell do you think you're lookin'!?" Serina snarled, swinging lower this time, she hoped to bury her fist in her opponent's bare midriff.

The feeling of Serina's fist against her flesh caused Rachel to keel over, keeping one hand on the top rope to keep her standing while the other reached down towards the point if impact.

"Bluh!" She let out a cough as the fist found it's way deep into her gut, the pain making it's way towards her back.

"Not even gonna try and fight back, huh? Fine by me!" As Rachel hunched over, Serina grabbed her short, black hair with both hands. Intending to hold her head still, Serina would bring up her knee, aiming to bash her in the face.

Reacting to the pain was Rachel's own undoing as Serina took the opportunity to drive a knee into her face. The blow made her yelp in pain, flinging her head back and bringing up a hand to cover the point of impact. With the other hand, she made a frustrated attempt to swing at Serina's own head in retaliation.

"Ghhhk...!" Serina reeled from the retaliatory blow, but between the sloppiness of the attack and her adrenaline-pumping anger, she was barely even fazed.

"Is that the best you got!?" She spat, grabbing at Rachel's outstretched arm. Pivoting on her feet before very swiftly bending over, she aimed to send her hapless opponent flying with an over-the-shoulder throw.