AV 15 Mongolian Horde Match!

Rachel watched from backstage as the madness of this avalanche event match ensued, wrestler after wrestler piling in and getting tossed out, one after another. Mongolian horde, indeed. She did her best to keep her jaw from dropping to the floor as she witnessed the carnage of it all, in a spectator, kind of detached manner until she got a gentle reminder from one of the AFW staff that it was her turn to get in there next.

Oh, right, she opted to participate in this mayhem. Better still, now that it was her turn to get in there, that Mexican giantess dominated the ring, having almost effortlessly tossed her last opponent right out of the ring. Chances were good Rachel was in for the same deal, but the feeling in her gut told her she wasn't just going to get off that easily. She didn't look like the type that joined this league for some friendly competition, and talk around the locker room before the match spread word of how she obliterated the opponent she was set up with in order to get into this event, going so far as to fake getting thrown off a pin so she could continue the punishment a bit longer.

Yep, that sounds about right. Fucking typical. With a sigh, she rolled her shoulders and ran out to the ring, sliding under the bottom ropes and trying not to show how tense every nerve and muscle in her body had gone as soon as she set foot on the stage.

Diabolica was looking down the aisle to see who will be her next opponent and it turned out that it's the girl named Rachel. Apart from receiving kicks in her leg, she was still pretty fresh after using her height and opponent tiredness in own advantage to throw her out of the ring quite fast.

Rachel slided in ring and it seemed that she wasn't in rush with attacks. Seeing that, Diabolica walked toward her and looked down when both wrestlers were close to eachother. Diffrence in height was even more obvious when they stood together and that's what Mexican had in plan. She hoped she could intimidate her opponent a little before they start wrestling. "So... You're the next who will fly out of the ring?"

She smirked and turn back to Rachel to walk away. Just that instead of walking away, Diabolica turned around after first step and swinged with her arm, aiming to land a punch in Rachel's gut.

Before any damage had even been done, Rachel was getting a bad feeling this match. As Diabolica approached, sizing her up, the more than a foot in height difference became obvious, as going chest to chest was physically impossible. Still, Rachel did her best to puff out her own chest, trying to stay strong and show her courage in the face of this woman's bullying. She might not be the best fighter, but Rachel wasn't intending to back down. And for a moment, a sense of victory and relief overwhelmed her as it seemed her courage got Diabolica to back off.

Of course, in an instant, all that relief and confidence was replaced with substantial pain as the sledgehammer that was Diabolica's arm came slamming into Rachel's open belly, her knuckles sinking deep into the soft flesh. The first hit was always one of the most painful, a sharp and sudden reminder of what she was in this ring to do, and how naked she was doing it, but this was one hell of a first hit anyway. With a loud grunt and a cough, the dark haired girl started to double over, staggering back as she struggled to stay on her feet.

Rachel looked pretty brave and tough in their face-off and Diabolica couldn't figure out wheter she was just bluffing or not. Still, nothing will change her philosophy - she will do her best to destroy her wheter she's actually tough and without any fear or is just acting.

It seemed that Rachel got cought off guard a little with Diabolica hiting her straight in the stomach. She grined when seeing Rachel doubling over and proceed with some more taunting. "Well well well. Look like you're not as tough as you look." Diabolica grabed her wrist to irish whip her toward the ropes. She runned after her and hoped that Rachel will bounce from them, since her plan was to continue with landing a clothesline on opponent's neck.

Diabolica probably didn't intend to have her words construed as a compliment, but the fact that this woman who was a full foot taller and probably at least a hundred pounds heavier thought Rachel even looked tough was a surprise. What wasn't as much of a surprise, however, was how this match had already gotten off to a painful start. Rachel should've made a move while her opponent's back was turned, but then again, hindsight is 20/20.

Instead, she found herself bent over with an arm over her belly, coughing and struggling to regain her wind. She wasn't given much of a chance, however, as she was yanked by the wrist and sent running into the ropes, with just enough time to turn around before finding a beefy arm slamming into her neck. With a loud thud, she fell backwards into the mat, groaning and rubbing the back of her head.

Bullseye. Diabolica managed to keep on the preasure on her opponent as she planed. While it's true she has lot of advantage over Rachel because of body structure, momentum could quickly turn around if Rachel would continue what Hina started. But due to Diabolica's quick and strong attacks she managed to shift advantage further on her side. She looked down to Rachel and grabed her hair to drag her toward the center of the ring.

It was partialy to keep her away from potential rope breaks and partialy for having excuse to start pulling her hair. As they reacher the middle of the ring, Mexican girl grabed opponent head with both arms and slam it down to the canvas. "Stay down!" She shouted on Rachel with finger pointing in her head. Straightening up again, Diabolica droped herself in order to land an elbow drop on Rachel's stomach. If she would be succsessful, she would stand up and repeat it one more time.

Rachel's head was already aching when her massive opponent snatched a handful of her short hair, dragging her to the center of the ring while Rachel helplessly squirmed and groaned. She didn't have much of an opportunity to retaliate, however, as both of Diabolica's beefy hands wrapped around her face, lifting her up and slamming her skull into the mat below. Her ears rung and the world seemed to vibrate around her as she lie dangerously exposed, both hands gripping her throbbing head when her opponent's next attack came.

Almost without warning, what felt like the full weight of her opponent's body came slamming down into Rachel's stomach again, elbow first. The Mexican's arm seemed to press all the way through her body to the mat below as a spit-filled yelp was squeezed out of the smaller girl's body. Again, a second elbow drop connected with Rachel's exposed tummy, with the force of an anvil being dropped directly onto her. The ringing in her ears grew that much louder as she gurgled helplessly on the mat, flopping and writhing with one arm over her beaten stomach while the other clawed and scratched at the mat below, desperate for some way to dull the already intense pain that coursed through her.

Slaming Rachel's head down to canvas was enough to keep her down so she could easily land two elbow drops. Since she already weaken and dealt significant damage to Rachel's gut Diabolica decided that this should be a plan against her. Just focusing on her stomach and not giving Rachel any chance to recover. Simply forcing Rachel to constantly rub it in order to ease the pain will give her more opportunities to keep on beating her.

With Rachel being down, Diabolica ducked to pick her up. She lifted her without much effort and turned her around, so she was turned upside down with their bellys touching eachother. She grined before slaming her opponent down on her back with Diabolica landing on top of her. In normal match it would be great opportunity for pinfall attempt, but this wasn't usefull in today's match.

While Rachel squirmed and coughed on the mat, Diabolica had different plans for her, almost effortlessly hoisting her off the ground and lifting her upside down, both girl's open bellies pressed against each other, flesh against flesh. For a moment, Rachel hung listlessly, caught more or less unaware and unprepared, before the both of them came crashing down onto the mat. While being thrown down onto the mat normally did a fair amount of damage to Rachel, having all two hundred and fifty pounds of her opponent crashing down on her felt like she had been hit by a bus, and then that bus drove her into another bus going the opposite direction. Every inch of her significantly smaller body rang and shook with pain, forcing a loud squeal as the two of them collided down onto the mat.

Diabolica squished smaler opponent between ring canvas and her own massive body. She knew it had to be painfull for Rachel and she knew that from now on it will get only worse for her. She can pretty much beating her up for as long she wants as long as she won't allow her to voulenterly get out of the ring. Plus, it will be good for her confidence before going against last opponent.

Diabolica got off Rachel and stood up. She was just waiting and watching Rachel to do her move. As soon as Rachel would try getting up or rolling away, Mexican girl will follow with hard stomp in her body to keep her grounded. After it, she would get closer to her opponent and sit on her stomach. She would place one hand on Rachel's neck to squeeze it and keep her head still while her other hand would land few punches on that pretty face.