Jenna vs Brielle (Fiesty POW rules)

[Lucia the dominant]

The tensions were high in the locker room as Jenna was just finishing getting ready for her match. She was pulling on her tight denim blue jeans, the denim fabric stretching to pull around her peach shaped bussom hugging it nicely. She then slid her cowgirl boots on and clicked her heels togeather before putting on her cowgirl hat on and making her way to towards the ramp for her entrance. Image

Jenna made her way out to the ramp. She placed one hand on her belt buckle and one on her hat and tipped it in fasion as she put one leg over the rope before performing her signiture bull ride on the rope acting like she was riding it while twirling rope and shaking her ass before climbing into the ring. Jenna placed her hat in the corner awaiting her opponents arrival. "This is gonna be a piece of cake" Jenna giggled to herself.

[Afterhoursclub]

"How exciting!" Brielle smirked, getting ready in the locker room. So far, her time in LAW had been a blast, getting involved in all kinds of matches and showing the crowd that she meant business every time she stepped into the squared circle. All this while having fun...

Of course, Brielle's definition of fun was putting her opponents in numerous torturous holds, squeezing them into submission, and teasing them until their minds could no longer process anything happening around them. And tonight, it was gonna be no different. Not only was this match a "No holds barred, tables and chairs" encounter, meaning that Brielle could use anything at her disposal. But also, the "Prisoner Of War" stipulation meant that Brielle was legally allowed to keep her beaten, battered, and broken down opponent all to herself for an entire night!

"I can hardly wait!" the devilish girl smiled, walking to the entrance ramp. Rubbing her hands together as she already imagined what she was going to do to her victim, Jenna.

As soon as her music blared through the speakers, Brielle stormed through the curtains, wearing a mischievous look, smiling all the way to the ring.

She swiftly slid under the bottom rope, and in a mere moment, she was playfully pacing across the squared circle. Glancing at the crowd before resting her eyes on her opponent.

"We are going to have so much fun tonight, girlie!" with a teasing smirk on her lips.

Brielle Morgan

[Lucia the dominant]

The cowgirl had her arms hung over the ropes with her back to the corner and her cowgirl hat tipped down in a relaxed fasion. She grinned to herself thinking of the different ways she was going to pound her opponent to a pulp tonight even relishing the fact that it was indeed a POW rules match.

Jenna watched as a fit and devlish looking brunette appeared at the start of the ramp making her way to the ring. Jenna pushed up the front of her hat a bit to lock eyes with her opponent as she entered the ring. "My oh my aint you just full of fun! Might need to bring an extra saddle because youll be a tough ride." Jenna said in a mocking manner giving a smirk as she dropped her at in the corner and apprpached the center of the ring to prepare fornthe match to start.

[Afterhoursclub]

Brielle leaned forward, her hands clasped on her back, her head slightly tilted. A mischievous grin from ear to ear, with eyes that exuded excitement. "Is that so?" the goth chuckled, watching her opponent approach. Jenna seemed like a capable fighter; her rowdy attitude and good looks sealed the whole deal. The blonde was an adversary worthy of being put into the most damaging holds she could think of. And she was going to enjoy every single second of it.

Standing face-to-face with Jenna in the middle of the squared circle, Brielle could better witness the blonde's beauty from up close. "Heh, the perfect victim indeed..." She let her thoughts win, expressing them out loud, without caring if Jenna could hear her. She took a step forward, her chest pressing tight against the cowgirl's. Their faces were mere centimeters apart. Her gaze digs deep into Jenna's blue orbs. "You'd better give me your best, cutie..." a wink by the goth girl. "Or you'll be the one ridden on."

[Lucia the dominant]

Jenna approached the the girl with her hands on her hips keeping the devlish grin on her face staring straight onto her opponents eyes listening to the lies from the other woman. "Victim? Hon' the only victim will be you sweetie after im done slammin you through this canvas." Jenna said in a slightly agitated tone with her smirk showing signs of her anger. The girl then stepped much closer as both of their large pairs pressed into eachother. Jenna maintaining the eye contact "I might be a cowgirl but I aint the one who's gpnna be ridden hon!" Jenna barked.

Jenna anticipating the bell to ring and as soon as it did the cowgirl would attempt to spit in her opponents face and if successful she would quickly attempt to swing behind her opponent to lock her arms around the waist for a quick german suplex.

[Afterhoursclub]

Brielle could only smile as her opponent pressed against her. Their chests battled for space in the tight encounter occurring in the middle of the ring. Their faces were mere inches apart. Almost breathing the same oxygen. Brielle stared deep into Jenna's eyes; Those blue orbs brimmed with confidence...

"Good!" She thought, "The strongest wills are always the most fun to break!" A faint chuckle escaped the Brit's lips.

The bell rang, and as soon as Brielle was about to get into position to start the match, something struck her in the eye.

"Ugh..." Her head shifted to the side by mere reaction. Momentarily losing sight of the blonde. She tried to wipe her face to try and regain her composure, but she suddenly felt a pair of hands wrapping tightly around her waist. Jenna had snuck behind her and trapped her in a German suplex position. "Wait!" the girl yelled, but it made no difference; in just a mere instant, she was airborne. Flying helplessly through the air until the back of her head slammed harshly against the ring canvas with a loud "Thudding" noise.

"Grahhh!" Brielle peeled her eyes, instantly feeling the effects of the hard slam.

[Lucia the dominant]

The cowgirl grinned in her opponents face as she had planned evil intent as soon as the bell rang. The bell rang and Jenna instantly spat straight into Brielles eyes looking to disorient her opponent. As soon as it connected Jenna let out a cocky chuckle as she whipped around her blinded opponent wrapping her arms tight around her waist locking her hands togeather. Jenna hearing the poor girl say to wait made her grin even more saying "The bell has rung hon' their aint no wait!" She said as she wreched back hard slamming her opponent into the mat with a German suplex!

The ring shook a bit as Jenna released the grip glaring down at her opponent before placing the heel of her cowgirl boot on the back of her opponent putting an elbow on her knee and leaning in "This is gonna be quite the rodeo for me hon. Why dontcha put up a decent fight atleast." Giving out another haughty laugh.

[Afterhoursclub]

Brielle was still reeling from the hard clash with the canvas, dazed while laying face down. "Ugh..." She shook her head, trying to focus again. Pressing her hands on the mat she attempted to get back up but something pushed her right back down again. The devilish goth girl turned her head and saw Jenna stepping on her back, a smug, cocky grin on the cowgirl's face while she teased her.

Brielle responded with another smirk of her own. "Woah, so eager to begin!" She chuckled, resting her head on one hand, still pinned to the mat by the boot on her back. "You must really want to take me home with you tonight!" She continued, almost in a playful manner.

[Lucia the dominant]

Jenna grinned as she forcfully planted her boot into Brielles back waiting to hear the girl writing in pain only to see a smirk on her face aswell. Jenna began to feel a bit pissed still smirking.

"Heh guess it seems so ya skank!" Jenna said in a demeaning tone as she released the boot on Brielles back as Jenna would then latch onto her hair to pull her up to her feet. If Jenna was successful she would attempt to whip the goth into the corner.

[Afterhoursclub]

Brielle felt the release of Jenna's boot from her back, suddenly she could breathe normally again. She let out a long sigh, still the goth gal wasn't out of the woods yet. Looking sideways at her opponent, Brielle saw the moment Jenna leaned down to try and grab her hair. Then, a smirk appeared on her face.

"Not so fast, Blondie..."

The dark haired girl turned quickly and shifted her body sideways in order to deliver a hard low blow with her arm right in between Jenna's legs. If this was successful, she would continue by wrapping and arm around the blonde's head as this one hunched down from the hit, and she would drop Jenna into the canvas with a heavy DDT.