Rachel Carin vs Layla Vale

Layla looked in awe at Rachel as she took off her shirt. "Oh you don't wear anything under this? Doesn't it get uncomfortable during a match not to? i imagine it hurts more." Layla asked still acting innoecent regardless of how little Rachel bought it or not. She knew for many the act pissed people off but that was just part of the fun. Moving to roll her inside the ring she felt confident in her control of Rachel and her lack of skill in fighting back before she felt something tug at her own top.

When she pushed Rachel in she felt her own top come off with it. Her eyes looked at the pink shirt in Rachel's hand as she felt her own chest exposed short of the small bra covering her chest. Her confusion went to anger as she rolled in and brought her hands around Rachel's neck as she pulled her up and slammed her into the mat. "Now that was rude! Im not the one whos bleeding!" Layla said her voice cracking in anger.

A sweaty, topless Rachel lie face up in the ring, her naked chest rising and falling while her hand gripped onto the torn top that stood as her only small victory so far. Just give up, a voice said in her mind, you've got nothing to prove here. Just throw in the towel and go home already. And for all of Rachel's stubbornness, for all her iron will and unbreakable spirit, it didn't sound like a bad idea. It was pretty clear that this would end with a loss for her, so why not end it here?

"O-okay," she groaned quietly, "I-I gi-ECHKCH!" her submission was cut short by a pair of thumbs digging into her trachea and completely cut off anything she might have said. Choking and gurgling while her head slammed into the mat, she lacked even the energy to pry Layla's hands away, much less defend herself.