Rachel Carin vs Layla Vale

Flying through the air she caught Rachel just as she got up to her feet, which helped her as she knocked her into the barricade behind her. While she landed on her feet and laid next to her with a smile on her face. From there she grabbed her hair and tried to force her up to her feet.

"Oh come on Rachel I know theres some more fight in you somewhere." she said as she tossed her into the steel steps. From there she would wait for a good opening to send a kick into her side to make sure that the girl stayed down for now.

If there really was some fight left in Rachel somewhere, she wasn't sure where to look for it. This wasn't the worst she had put up with, by a long shot, but it was starting to wear on her in a way that really aggravated her. With a grunt, she followed the tug on her hair to her feet, making eye contact with Layla for a brief moment before colliding into the steel steps. The hard metal let out a loud 'clang' as her weight crashed into it, knocking the top section off and sending her toppling to her hands and knees. The corners of the steps already were leaving gashes in her flesh, but she didn't even have time to nurse the damage before a kick into her ribs sent her rolling over onto her back, panting.

Tossing Rachel into the steel steps should have been enough to drop her and keep her down but Layla moved in anyway. Afterall nothing was stopping her from laying on the attack. In fact the stipulation seemed to be demanding she give Rachel no chance to do anything if she could help it.

Moving over to the downed girl amd sat down on her waist. Smirking as she raised her hand and sropped a punch on her bare belly. Pulling up and punching her again she kept up the slow and brutal punches to her belly.

She almost felt bad to admit it, but when she saw Lalya for the first time, Rachel felt like it was her lucky break. She had her suspicions about her attitude, but Layla wasn't the muscle-bound behemoth Rachel had come to expect. A few cheap shots, she had thought, with a chair or something, and maybe she could some out of this okay. But, despite her more... reasonable size, Layla had turned out to be as mean and violent as the worst of them.

It was almost worse, as each individual hit wasn't as liable to knock her out cold and give her some involuntary down time. Seconds after the kick to her ribs sent her on her back, Rachel found herself mounted by her attacker- fully groin to groin, to keep her belly exposed- when blow after blow landed in her already quivering stomach. She moaned and howled with each hit, and still they kept coming until she was bruised and shaking, whimpering with a shaky voice.

"Your not very good at this...you know your supposed to defend yourself right? Not let me beat you within an inch of your life." Layla said as she kept pounding on Rachel's tummy while she groaned and struggled but couldn't break away. Layla seemed focused on her tactic before she sighed as if bored and stood up moving to Rachel's side and kicking her across the head...hard. Backing up the girl yawned and skipped away before turning around and smirking.

"Well come on...its no fun with you on your back in 2 seconds. Get up so I can knock you down again..and again.." She giggled again like her humiliation was a joke..then again with the match as it was it might as well have been since she wanted her humiliated for the win.

The barrage on her tummy had really done a number on her, and by the time Rachel was dismounted, she was quivering and moaning. She rolled to her stomach and started to stand up again when a foot came slamming into the side of her skull, rolling her onto her back again with a yelp. The rough, uncaring surface of Layla's boot left a visible scratch on the soft skin on the side of Rachel's face, and it was slowly dripping of blood while she grasped it with both hands.

Still in control Layla could see that for all intents and purposes Rachel was hurt and likely not going to be a problem but that still didn't mean Layla was done with her. Instead after the kick and seeing the girl bleed Layla moved in and looked at her shaking her head. "You bleed really easily..you sure this profession is a good idea?" Layla asked as she grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to her feet slowly.

Lifting the girl up and over her shoulders she would trounce around ringside with her in her arms. "Look your flying!" She said mockingly hoping to show off the damage she had so easily done to the girl in the process before she ran towards the turnbuckle and...'accidently running Rachel headfirst into the corner. "Whoops!"

Rachel was as good as beaten already, although between the fire in her and the bloodlust in her opponent, neither of them were ready to admit it. When Layla yanked Rachel to her feet by her hair, she was halfway in the fetal position with her hands over her face, but that didn't stop the blonde from hoisting her over her head in an impressive display of strength for someone her size. Rachel groaned as she fought to get her bearings while she was shown off like a trophy, but before she could her skull collided into the turnbuckle, causing her to grit her teeth and let out a loud groan before tumbling back onto the concrete.

Slamming Rachel in the unforgiving turnbuckle she watched the fellow Canadian lie there in pain and feel even more defeated then she already was. Such a shame this match required humiliation and thus prevented Rachel from bowing out of her own volition. She knew it would save her a lot of trouble but it would prevent a lot of in so Layla very much intended to take her sweet time with this girl.

Grabbing her by the shirt she pulled on it trying to force Rachel up a bit and making her move and adjust as she tried to take it off of her. "Come on Rach, you look like your about to start bleeding and id hate to ruin this cute shirt of yours." Layla said looking to pull it off her and toss it away before grabbing Rachel again and throwing her inside the ring.

Forced to her feet by the collar of her hoodie, Rachel turned her chin up at Layla in an act of defiance as she struggled to move. By the time her arms would respond to her commands, her top was discarded and tossed to the audience, hungrily seized by one of their fans (though it wasn't really apparent whose). Her sweating torso, glistening shoulders and naked breasts in full view, heaved up and down with exhaustion. Still, an idea popped in her head. Her opponent may have had the lead in the fight, but if she responded poorly to humiliation, maybe Rachel had a chance after all…

Finally, after exerting the will to move again and hopefully taking advantage of Layla's cockiness, she slowly slipped a few firm fingers into the blonde's cleavage. With any luck, when she was rolled into the ring, she would bring Layla's top with her!