When Bombshells Brawl! Jess vs Astrid!

[SubtleRoar]

"Y..ya'll just..k..keep on yappin...t..that's all you..b..bitches are good at!" *The venom, along with her crimson river, dripped from her mouth; Jess, who was barely conscious from what she assumed was a mild concussion, couldn't care less about the ramifications of what she would have to tolerate later- A bit of haziness throughout the days of recuperation, perhaps a light bout of confusion or dizzy spells. Quite the affordable price to pay for the damage she was about to inflict on the loathsome floozie. She needed a moment to catch her balance, but once it passed, Jess took the opportunity to lunge in for the kill.*

"F..feel free..t..tah talk..i..iffn yah survive this!" *Squatting down to anchor herself against the ring, Jess hooked her arms along the outer layer of Astrid's supple thighs. At this point, she would usually dig the edges of her boot's heel into the vulnerable cooter of her adversary, but Astrid was a special occasion- She had pushed the towering texan to her physical threshold, and if she were to superfluously spend any more of her remaining vigor, it would almost guarantee that her dominant control would be forfeit. Steadying her shaky physique, Jess began to generate a minuscule amount of momentum, each swing building upon the previous one.*

*As Jess continued to increase her pace, so did the propulsion of her colossal move- With each passing second, she magnified the amount of damage she would be inflicting upon her foe. As the graceful giantess continued to furiously oscillate, specks of her own blood splashed across the ground, a testament to the brutal war both women had waged against one another* "H..hope yah ain't afraid of flyin!" *And with one last condescending remark, Jess released her, sending Astrid sailing through the air and headed straight towards the furthest edge of the ring.*

[CaptainL]

Even if she could talk back, it would take Astrid some time to regain her physical strength, and as she lay there huffing and panting, looking up at Jess as she loomed above her, there was nothing she could do to get to her feet. She tried to, doing her best to try and get up, to summon the energy to put her muscles to work, but it wouldn't come to her. As Jess's tall shadow fell upon her, her breath went still for just a brief moment. Suddenly, she didn't feel like she had this any more, as the grim realities of her predicament set in.

The next thing Astrid knew, Jess scooped up her legs and hoisted her off the mat. The blonde went tense at feeling herself being lifted off solid ground, realizing then how strong Jess had to be in order to pick her up - though not without considerable effort, which made Astrid feel better that she was having some effect. Of course, that was a short-lived relief when she was quickly sent whirling around and around! Everything around Astrid was a blur, and she could hardly tell which end was up any more. She let out a scream when suddenly she felt that whatever was tethering her was gone now - and that's when she realized that Jess had flung her straight across the ring, and she was hurtling towards the ropes! Time seemed to slow down just long enough for Astrid to consider what she had gotten into, but then she was shaken abruptly back into the present as she hit the ropes. The cables stretched back against the force borne by Astrid's considerable bulk, only to spring her forward and send her slamming face-first into the ground, a low groan emanating from her throat.

[SubtleRoar]

"W..woaah!" *having invested a herculean amount of what little remaining energy she had left, Jess subsequently hobbled backwards and nearly stumbled through the ropes herself once she had fully relinquished her captive. It was an ineffably triumphant feeling, albeit slightly tarnished by Astrid having marred Jess's maw with her barbarous punch earlier. Still noticeably rattled by the shot, it took the swirling southerner a moment before finally stabilizing to take a long, gleeful stare at Astrid's defeated carcass.* "S..s..see?" *Somehow, someway, Jess found the necessary breath to verbally berate the enfeebled girl, showing the crowd her disdain by gesturing downwards at her.* "Y..ya'll see this? Yer heroine's been beat! Y..Ya'll ain't got nothin now!"

*If it hadn't been for that bonk on the head, perhaps Jess would have cooked up something a little more eloquent to shout than a generic, slightly vague statement pertaining to her assured victory. Nevertheless, the tuckered texan slogged forward, each lumbering step echoing a "Cachink!" of her incommodious boots before finally encompassing all of Astrid's body within her mammoth silhouette.* "N..now..l..let's..f..finish this..." *Lurching forward before bending her taut frame at the knees, she knelt down overtop of Astrid's facial region, her feminine cavern dangerously close to her lips before reaching out in front of her to firmly grasp the flaxen fighter's corpulent extremities, tugging them backwards.* "F..finally..t..the piece d..de resistance!" *Having secured Astrid's weary body, Jess decided it was time to plant the cherry on top- Namely, her succulent rump. After allowing the aghast crowd to have one, final viewing of her gorgeous derriere, she put an end to Astrid's infernal racket once and for all, a solid "THUMP!" plugging her muzzle rather snugly.*

*Reluctantly, the official outside of the arena began to count over the microphone."ONE!...." *Astrid showed almost no signs of consciousness at this point- Both combatants had easily pushed themselves past the point of no return, and it was only a matter of time before one of them collapsed; Astrid just so happened to be first."TWO!..." The moderator felt horrible, but he was duty-bound to continue with the seemingly unending three count. It was almost as if he expected a miracle, and Astrid would burst out with a renewed vigor resonating in her soul- Unfortunately for the both of them, they would have no such luck on this day. "THREE!"

*As the bell clanged to signal Jess's onerous victory, she proceeded to give Astrid's left, vulnerable thigh one final suckling to leave a moist imprint against the outer flesh- She wanted the battered blonde to always remember this day as a cruel reminder that reality isn't always fair, and she was the harbinger of axiom.*

[CaptainL]

The spin she had taken, not to mention the subsequent fall, had thoroughly shaken Astrid, and she could barely even think straight, let alone understand what was happening around her when she was still waiting for the arena to stop spinning. She wouldn't be the one to voice her disgust, but luckily the crowds would do that for her, as they erupted into booing Jess. They knew that Astrid rightfully deserved the win - she had come so close to prevailing, standing up for what was right, and proving to Jess that her underhanded ways wouldn't get her anywhere. But no. Jess had managed to wrestle the victory at the last minute - at least, she sure looked like she was heading there, when Astrid wasn't getting back up.

Indeed, Astrid was still coming out of her daze when Jess dragged her out before planting her ass down over her face, thus transitioning into a matchbook pin. The Norwegian groaned and growled under her, but it was of little use when her utterances were muffled. She tried desperately to get back up, to keep fighting. She had managed to turn the tide before, surely she could do it again! She owed it to everyone watching, she had to bring it home and prove Jess was wrong, to show it to all of them. But she couldn't find that strength, and she only got another breath of air as she was sent panting hard, face red, as Jess got off of her - once she had already been pinned. Even then, Astrid lay there, barely holding on to the shores of consciousness as she tried to force herself to get up.

Astrid winced as she felt Jess kiss her thigh as one last humiliation, the coldness of the cowgirl's lips feeling almost obscene to her. It was an outrage that it had to end this way, that she had to lose to someone like Jess - and that she had to rub it in too. Astrid rubbed her head as she slowly rolled up into a sitting position, watching as her opponent left the ring. Even after Jess was gone, Astrid got to her feet and turned to face the crowd, who were looking at her with eyes wide and mouths agape. The Norsewoman hung her head, the knowledge that she had disappointed them all stinging to her. Hoping it would console them, Astrid took a bow. "I'm sorry, I let you all down," she said wistfully.

"Don't worry, though...her luck will run out. I know it."

Winner by Pinfall: Jess Mcleary