Jessica Wright vs. Layla Colt

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Jessica hated this. Layla had been a piece of paper for this entire match, with Jessica slicing through her as if she were nothing. But now this woman was fighting back truly, clambering onto her back and quickly wrapping two hands under Jessica's chin. From there, Layla pulled up and sunk in the Camel Clutch.

Of all the moves that Jessica had to deal with as a professional wrestler, this one was one of the worst. The pain was immense, sure. But on top of that, her large breasts were on display. Bulbs flashed as everyone tried to get as many photos of Jessica's deep cleavage, and Jessica grunted. She wanted to get out, and as soon as possible.

The Violent Violet was trying to fight through the pain, and claw her way to the ropes.

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Layla pulled up with all her strength, feeling Jessica struggling wildly beneath her as the fans took an eyeful of the other woman's impressive bust, now stretched and on display from the Camel Clutch. Part of Layla wanted to let off some smart remark, but right now she didn't feel confident enough to do so. She'd only just gained a foothold in the match and didn't want to distract herself, not after the beating she'd already taken!

She gritted her teeth, trying to hang on, but with her body already aching from the match so far she lacked the strength to keep the woman in place. Jessica managed to inch forward and get a hand on the ropes. With a curse of frustration, Layla would grab two handfuls of Jessica's hair and violently shove the other wrestler's face down against the canvas, hoping to stun her opponent and buy some breathing space as she scrambled away.

Staggering upright, Layla swept her disheveled black hair back out of her eyes, her breasts rising and falling heavily as she tried to get breath back into her lungs, waiting for Jessica to get back to her feet after the rope break.

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Jessica kept clawing at the white expanse of canvas. She knew, according to the laws of physics, that all of her pulling and pulling must have meant that she was getting closer to the ropes. Given how much effort she was putting into it, she should have made progress in gigantic leaps. But instead, the progress came in inches, or even centimeters. Dollops of sweat came off her as she did so. No one in the crowd was cheering. They did not like a big bad heel like Jessica, especially because her bust was on display here. But sure enough, she made it, and the referee announcing the break may as well have told Jessica she had the belt, such was her relief.

She steeled herself to get up and get back in it when Layla went and did something exceptionally silly. She grabbed Jessica's hair and shoved her face down into the mat, rudely. Jessica's face was contorted with black rage, but the only thing to see it was the mat. And that simply would not do, according to Jessica's calculations.

Despite the pain in her body, Jessica quickly popped up and wheeled around towards her opponent. Her hatred was plainly written on her face. "You just signed your fucking death warrant." Jessica proved exactly what she meant by tearing across the cage and launching her shoulder forward in a massive spear. She was coming at Layla about as hard as she could.

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Still breathing heavily, Layla's eyes widened in fear as Jessica bounced swiftly upright, barely even slowed down by the brief window of offense Layla had managed to create. The other woman's eyes were full of fury, and the next instant she was charging across the ring with murderous intent!

Layla barely had a second to brace herself for the impact, and when it came it was worse than she could have imagined.

It was like being hit by a battering ram. A choking gasp of pain was driven from Layla's mouth as Jessica speared her squarely in the gut, smashing her air out of her lungs. Her arms and legs flailed limply as she was driven backward and pasted into the canvas with punishing force. She hit the ground and went limp, desperately trying to suck in a full breath of air, her eyes screwed tightly shut with pain, in no position to counter Jessica's ruthlessness.

[LtLukas]

Jessica was a missile. It seemed as if exhaust was coming from her as the Violent Violet rocketed across the mat at her opponent, homing in on that lovely little gut of Layla's. The second that Jessica hit home, her purple hair flew forward with the shock of it. Sweat burst forward from her whole body. Jessica followed through, sending her opponent crashing down to the canvas. In this little exchange, Jessica fully intended to come out on top, and she was quite happy that she did.

"So you like fucking submissions, huh?" Jessica let the words hang in the air. She wanted Layla to lie on the ground in terror as she wondered what submission Jessica could throw at her. A wild smile spread across her face. Jessica knew hundreds of submission moves, but there was one that had long been her favorite.

She bent down to pick Layla off the mat, and attempted to haul Layla up onto her shoulders. She was going for a torture rack, or a Fujita Five as she called it. And Jessica was going to bend Layla as much as she could. Layla's body would be on display, just as Jessica's had been. Only this time, they would be in awe of Jessica's strength.

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Completely crushed by the spear-tackle, Layla could only wait as Jessica threatened a submission move. The Canadian brawler tried to move, but her battered body didn't want to respond. All she could do was wait with growing apprehension to see what Jessica would inflict upon her.

It wasn't long before she found out. She was hauled to her feet, then tossed unceremoniously across the purple-haired fighter's shoulders.

"Oh, no, no, n-AIIIIIIIIIIEEEE!" Layla screeched as Jessica locked in the torture rack, bending the Canadian's nubile young body mercilessly. She couldn't even struggle she was stretched so tightly, her exposed midriff arched across Jessica's shoulders, her breasts forced against the skin-tight fabric of her top as Jessica increased the pressure. Her legs spread apart in the hold, her whole body being put on display for the LAW fans, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Layla pawed feebly at the hand hooked around her throat, whimpering in pain as she tried to cling to the match, not wanting to give her ruthless opponent the satisfaction of an easy submission. For the moment, however, she was trapped, and she knew that she wouldn't last long in the devastating hold.

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Jessica knew that this was not a move that a lot of women tapped to. Sure, it was brutal, applying pain throughout the opponent's body, but it lacked the acute pain necessary to really bring a match to an end. What it did do, however, was suck a lot. The Violent Violet was going to try and make it suck a lot physically, but there were a few things that she could do to make it worse mentally. Jessica really wanted to let Layla know that she was the superior woman.

The Violent Violet took a few steps towards the middle of the ring, and started squatting her opponent. One, two. It might have caused a little more pain, but that was not why she was doing it. She had never been shy about showing off her strength, and now with all those cameras on her and another woman on her back, she was going to let it all out. Three, four. "They are fucking laughing at you," Jessica hissed. Five, six.

And with that, she was done. She fell back to turn the move into a slam. It would have been easy for her to just fall down, but no, Jessica put that extra little muscle into it just to make it hurt that much more.

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Layla wriggled and writhed uselessly as Jessica held her locked in place, the young Canadian's body already aching all over from the beating she'd taken. She felt Jessica start to walk towards the centre of the ring, then, to her horror, the woman started doing squats with Layla still trapped in the torture rack!

She gritted her teeth, her cheeks flushing crimson as she was forced to endure the humiliation, Jessica sneering at her as she continued to show off with Layla draped over her shoulders.

Eventually she was released from the submission, but only because Jessica stood and launched herself backwards, smashing Layla into canvas once more with punishing force.

"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Layla screeched as her whole body was driven into the mat. She coughed and spluttered, trying to breathe, her arms and legs flopping limply to the mats, her face screwed up with pain as she lay in a beaten heap.

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Jessica motioned to the crowd. They applauded on cue. The people did not usually like heels but they had to appreciate what Jessica had just done, in the moment and over the course of the match. It was rare at this level that one woman could apply a torture rack on another and then squat her just to rub things in.

But then again, there were few on Jessica's level.

Jessica returned from showboating to bring the pain. She reached down and grabbed Layla's throat. She was hoping to lift Layla from the ground, and then off it. The Violent Violet was attempting to choke Layla, in a prelude for a choke slam. But she wasn't going to do it just yet. She wanted the idea of the pain to come to linger.

"You ready for this to end?" Jessica taunted.

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Layla lay crushed by the last move, her body aching from the beating Jessica had dished out. She was in no position to resist as the other woman reached down, taking a hold of her throat and dragging her upright. But Jessica didn't stop there.

"Nnghh..." Layla gurgled weakly as Jessica hoisted her into the sky by the throat. The Canadian's legs kicked feebly, her hands grasping futilely at her opponent's wrists. She knew that this match was as good as done. Still, she wasn't about to beg Jessica for anything. Still wriggling uselessly, she forced out the words, "Screw you!"

Perhaps unwise under the circumstances... but it was done now. She continued to struggle, but her only real option now was to await the inevitable crushing impact she knew was coming.