*While nonchalantly whistling to herself as she felt, what she believed, to be the last sliver of air leaving Tracer's lungs, to her astonishment the tenacious brit decided to force a solitary shoulder skyward!*
"Oh, so ya'll are still awake down there?" *Jess chuckled under her breath, slightly irked yet genuinely impressed by the resiliency the stubborn woman exhibited.*
"So, since yer so determined tah make a name fer yerself, howsa bout I raise yer spirits sky high?"
*Without hesitation, Jess collected herself while dragging Tracer back to her feet for one, final attempt to end her consciousness.*
"Now, iff'n ya'll don't mind, I'm gonna have just a wee bit of fun with yah~" *Jess teased in a noticeably malevolent tone while trapping Tracer between her muscular gams, deliberately crushing her neck while wrapping her arms around the once bubbly tomboy's petite figure.*
*Once she had hoisted Tracer onto her shoulders, Jess couldn't resist the urge to pull the semi-conscious prey closer to her lips, giving her feminine cove a light nibbling.*
"Hmhmhm~" *After a moment of her incessant teasing, The Southern Slammer propped her up even higher than before, the fringes of Tracer's auburn hair nearly scraping the ceiling itself.*
"Now, closer yer eyes and this'll all be ovah soon~" *With a delighted grin encompassing the majority of her face, Jess lurched forward and slammed her victim's spine against the cushy mattress, nearly causing Tracer to ricochet against it!*
"Yeehaw! Yah know, even tho ya'll weren't much fun tah fight, at least yer entertainin' to beat up on!"
*However, the tremendous impact alone nearly caused Tracer to bounce off of the mattress entirely. Noticing this transpire before her, Jess caught both of her dangling legs and firmly held her in position!*
"Now, be a good little gal and go tah sleep~" *Jess demanded, peering down and locking eyes with Tracer, wanting the last vision she caught before going unconscious to be of her.*
"One...two...three!" *The Crimson Cowgirl counted aloud, confirming her victory, but not before reaching down and snagging Tracer's glasses as a souvenir.*
"These are pretty nifty-lookin. I'll considah them a little gift fer muh troubles~"
"I hope ya'll don't hold too much of a grudge against lil ol me~" *Jess slowly recoiled her prodigious frame, allowing Tracer to peacefully slumber against the mattress while she gazed downwards at her unconscious foe.*
"That was just too easy fer someone like me~" *Returning to her massive height, The Titanic Texan ambled out of the empty store, leaving Tracer to silently regret ever having crossed paths with the nefarious rancher. Jess, on the other hand, triumphantly raised her hand in victory, having claimed yet another foe with her unstoppable might!*
Finish.
Jess's final record: 5 wins. 1 Loss.
