Heather Sunderand vs Evelyn Ratchford

Standard Match
Victory by Pinfall, Submission, or KO

Heather took a deep breath, stretching herself out a little at the curtain area as she was ready yet again to show herself back at AFW. She was kicking herself for all the sorts of breaks that she had been taken--killing both her image and her whole training routine of keeping herself constantly competing in the ring. She was ready and willing to eliminate that part of her entirely, stopping all the random breaks and dedicating herself again full time to the AFW ring.

Heather's theme music began to play over the speakers, making her nod her head a couple times, awaiting her cue as she made her way out to the stage area. She pushed her chest out a bit, grinning and looking out to the crowd, basking in that feeling again. She asked herself when met with this how she could possibly stay away from the ring for this long, shaking her head with shame in herself as she made her way down the ramp She slid into the ring underneath the bottom rope, heading to the corner and getting up onto the middle rope, raising her hands as pyro shot down from the ceiling.

"Ahaa....this is definitely where I belong." She let out, nodding to herself as she hopped down from the ropes, moving to the center of the ring. She stretched herself out a little, pushing a grin on her face as she looked up the ramp, awaiting the arrival of her opponent.

Spoiler:

It was time, tonight Evelynn was going to step out into the ring yet again. Once again she sought to reign the ring as the royal that she was (even though she didn't have a speck of royal blood). The mighty and buxom woman stood in her black attire, a long purple-ish cape hanging on her shoulders as she stepped out onto the ramp. She was dressed fro this match, with black knee high wrestling boots, no wrist guard, or arms guards or even gloves. She felt that if a royal was to dirty their hands in the ring, they should actually dirty their hands.

Evelynn stepped forward and out onto the ramp, her theme music blasting out of the speakers as the True Queen made her way down the ramp. The British bombshell walked down the ramp to the beat of her music, the reaction of the crowd was rather mixed, but that didn't bother Evelynn. After all, she styled herself as a tyrant not some benevolent ruler. She would rule the ring with an ironfist, and ironfist that she was planning on spanking this Heather Sunderland with. All she knew was that once upon the time, this woman had been a big shot in the league. Beating her would certainly prove her point that she was the apex of this league now.

The buxom blond stepped up into the ring and would move through the ropes to get up to the center. Walking right up to face the slightly shorter girl, placing one hand on her hip she would look on at the purple haired woman. " If you kneel now, I will go easy on you. Plebeian." Evelynn spoke out as she would give Heather the chance to surrender herself to her before the match had even started.

Heather watched as Evelynn arrived in the arena, making her way down to the ring shortly after her. She definitely had to admit, the girl was quite the looker. Her size and figure certainly wasn't any kind of joke and Heather's eyes couldn't come offthe sight. She bit her lip as she tapped her foot a couple times, standing in wait for Evelynn to make  her way fully down to the ring. She stretched her legs out a bit, her heart pounding and racing as she prepared herself.

She blinked a couple times at her words when she finally did get in the ring with her, scoffing slightly before standing up straight and crossing her arms. "You're joking right? You really think you can just..come down here and ask for that sort of thing and expect to GET it? You HAD to know that ridiculous thing to say would get you nowhere" She said, shaking her head a bit as she stepped up closer to her.

"I mean! I guess it was somewhat of an attempt to try to get yourself out of the ass kicking you're about to get! I need to make sure everyone knows I'm still as I was!"

Evelynn watched sternly at Heather's reaction, hearing the woman speak she figured that this one was yet another defiant one. Which simply meant that Evelyn was going to have break Heather and show the purple haired woman just who was the boss here.

The blond beauty would watch as Heather stepped in closer and continued to talk, she seemed to believe that she was going to be able to defeat the royal beauty. Which simply made the black clad woman let out a tired sigh. " Dealing with rabble like you is a must for a Queen. Very well, I shall quell that rebellious side of yours and make you submit to the True Queen." Evelynn spoke out as she would raise her arms.

She waited for the bell to ring, before she would attempt to wrap her arms around Heather's head and lock the woman up into a standard collar and elbow tie up, quickly trying to use her great strength to force the woman back towards her corner with as much force as the blond could muster in her impressive frame.

"Aha! Queen? I won't be submitting to any sort of queen tonight! The way you talk is just pissing me off more and more honestly. You're about to get your ass kicked so hard." She let out, gritting her teeth just a bit at the way that Evelynn was treating her. She wasn't even sure what she was made of, but Heather was just aching to rip into her with the whole sort of royalty thing that the girl had going.

As that bell rang, Heather found herself already in that tie-up, gritting her teeth when the pressure was immediately put on her. She was steadily forced back more and more into the corner, unable to compete with the strength that Evelynn was dishing out, especially when it came to upperbody competition. She grunt out a little, clicking her tongue as she desperately tried to push back at her, not wanting to be trapped in the corner this early on!

Heather had some choice words, words that Evelyn scoffed at! She wouldn't waste any more words of Heather Sunderland until she had thought this hick a lesson! The busty blond stepped in and locked them up in a collar and elbow tie up and instantly started to push Heather back!

She wasted no time, as she felt that a Queen such as herself should dominate and bully the masses, like Heather Sunderland! Stepping forward she pushed Heather back step by step, but she could already tell that Heather wasn't a push over, while not able to match the strength of Evelyn Ratchford, she was able to slow the blond's progress.

Yet the Queen simply upped the level and pushed forward, pushing into Heather with her frame, having her more generous bust press up against Heather's fairly impressive bust! Trying to push the woman into the corner and start squashing Heather against the turnbuckle with her own frame, grinding her shapely frame against the less shapely Heather Sunderland.

Heather gulped a little through her struggles as she desperately kept pushing back at Evelynn. For all the talk that the girl clearly had, Heather couldn't lie that she definitely had the strength to back all of it up. She hadn't heard of her before this match, but something was telling her that this wouldn't be any sort of breeze through at all. She twist and turned in the corner, stomping her foot a little in her frustration before suddenly she felt Evelynn push her body completely against her.

"H-hey?? W-what is this?" She stumbled over her words a little, her face flaring up as she felt that body, that she was just now really noticing was incredibly lovely and curvy, start to rub up all against her. The grinding made her heart pound and race as her breasts smooshed and grind against her own. She averted her eyes, turning her head a bit to try to not show how flustered she was, gulping again.

"S-sto--stop!! G-get off!"

Evelyn couldn't help but chuckle at the reaction she got from trapping Heather and pushing her frame against her, grinding it against the woman. Still, Evelyn hadn't done enough to Heather to start talking to her just yet. She would take the brief moment of Heather being all flushed and bothered and attempt to wrap her arms around Heather's body.

Around her ribs, and attempt to step back. Move away from the corner and carry Heather away. Quickly spinning around so that she was facing the center of the ring. With Heather facing the corner now, Evelyn would start to squeeze with all her might in a bearhug as she would start to walk with Heather towards the center of the ring!

Heather gasped out as she suddenly felt those arms around her, hating how easy it was for Evelynn to distract her like she did enough to set her up for her next move. She cursed at herself under her breath, wondering if any of her training against that even mattered--if she was just always fated to be unable to take that sort of approach. She shook her head to shake those thoughts out of her mind, sure that she could overcome it.

Right now however, Heather was pulled away from the corner, held in that tight bearhug by the girl, brought straight to the center of the ring with no way to reach the ropes for a break. She yelled out in pain as her body was squeezed by those impressively strong arms, Heather writhing and wriggling in them. "Gu--gaahh!! Ha...nngh...L..let go!" She whined out, shaking her head as she desperately pried at the girl's arms.

" There we go little plebian. Now you get it, it's your job to beg and cry to your queen and if the queen feels like she's in a good mood, she'll let you go. So beg~" The blond would nod her head and stand in the center of the ring as Heather cried and struggled in her grasp.

She could already tell a lot about Heather from this brief exchange, one of the things she could tell was that Heather was tough, but also seemed to have a bit of a weakness...a weakness that the Queen could exploit, though not too much...as that wouldn't show her off as the truly dominant royal that she was!