Jessica Wright vs. Layla Colt

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Jessica watched Layla's face intently. There was really nothing that she could do at this time to convince Jessica to do anything else, but she had been surprised before. It was amusing to her that even now Layla was still defying her. Her purple hair fell in front of her face, covering her half smile as Jessica tilted her face forward. She was still holding on to Layla, letting the tension build up.

Then, came the release. Jessica pivoted to the side, and threw her opponent down in spectacular fashion. The purple hair that had originally been concealing her face was now flying in all directions in the whirl of motion that she was in, as she went through with the choke slam. Just for her saying screw you, she put even more power into the slam.

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Layla wriggled uselessly as Jessica held her up by the throat. A shiver of apprehension ran up her spine when she saw the purple haired wrestler smile; a truly worrying sight. It meant something sadistic was on the horizon, something Jessica would enjoy at Layla's expense.

And an instant later it happened.

Suddenly everything was a blur as she found herself twisted through the air with terrifying feet before she found herself looking up at the glare of the arena lights, an instant before her body was pulverized into the canvas by Jessica's chokeslam.

"AUUGHHHH!" Layla let out a short, high pitched yowl of agony as pain exploded through her, before slumping limp against the mats, limbs splayed out and eyes fluttering as she clung desperately to consciousness.

[LtLukas]

Jessica could have immediately pounced upon her opponent. That would have been the wise thing to do, in all likelihood. She felt that she was in a comfortable position now, but Layla was a professional wrestler. Matches could turn on a trifle, and it was hard to tell when or what form those small facets of wrestling would come in. That being said, Jessica was also a horrendous show-off. Her insane braggadocio was on display here as she flexed with both arms, circling Layla. Her attention turned from Layla to the crowd and back to Layla. "Getting into the ring with me was the worst decision you've ever made."

Jessica sought to emphasize that point by getting down on the ground. Strictly speaking, it wasn't necessary for Jessica to bring Layla's nose as close to her sex as possible, but that was just a lovely bonus. What was even lovelier was the fact that Layla might soon have the life squeezed out of her with a torturous headscissor.

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If she hadn't just been smashed into the canvas by a chokeslam, Layla might have tried to take advantage of her opponent's showboating, but right now she just didn't have it in her. Her whole body was aching from the submissions and slams she'd endured. All she could do was listen in dismay to Jessica's taunts. Then her opponent dropped down beside her head taking her head between her legs.

"NGGHGHHH!" Layla blurted helplessly as Jessica clamped her thighs around the Canadian's head, burying her nose and mouth into the other woman's crotch. Her arms flailed weakly, pawing at Jessica's thighs, but she was so sore from the beating she'd taken that she didn't have the strength left to make much meaningful resistance. Her vision was soon swimming from lack of oxygen, faint, high-pitched whimpers the only sound she could make. Her struggles weakened, more like twitches now as Jessica's headscissor took hold.

[LtLukas]

Jessica loved the sensation of Layla's hands hitting her thighs. There was exactly zero hope that Layla would be able to pry Jessica's legs apart and relieve the awesome pressure that was being exerted on her head, and Jessica liked to imagine that both of them knew that. Similarly, both of them knew that Jessica's sex was so close to Layla's face that if they were in another situation, the position would be assumed to be entirely erotic. That being said, Jessica found herself quite enjoying where both of them were, and that was not entirely due to the fact that Jessica was now in a dominant position with a very good chance of winning.

"Tell you what, let's make a deal. You keep resisting, you don't get knocked out here. You get knocked out in my finisher. But if you want to just go night night here, that is all good with me. So what will it be sweetie?" Jessica clamped down harder, just to help spur Layla along in the decision making process. She also toyed with Layla's hair, just to be that extra bit condescending.

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Layla whimpered faintly against Jessica's nether regions, her struggles increasingly feeble as her powerful opponent kept her trapped. She could feel her vision fogging, head swimming from lack of air.

Then Jessica delivered her ultimatum. Layla let out a faint squeak of surprise, still wriggling weakly. However, even she knew she had no chance of getting out of the headscissor if Jessica didn't want her to. Was it really worth taking the extra punishment? Or should she live to fight another day? It didn't take long for her to make up her mind.

"Hnnnnhh..." she breathed a heavy sigh of defeat into Jessica's crotch and went limp, arms flopping down to the mats and eyes beginning to roll as she gave up the fight. She'd tried her best, but in the end Jessica's power and ferocity had been too much for the young Canadian to handle. All she could do now was drift into unconsciousness, her face clamped humiliatingly between Jessica's legs, the other woman ruffling her thick black hair contemptuously...

[LtLukas]

Jessica watched as Layla was put into a very unenviable position. Had Jessica been proffered the same ultimatum, she knew what she would have done. The Violent Violet would have scrapped and clawed and bitten her way out of the situation until she had nothing left. Jessica was not the perfect wrestler, one who had never known defeat in her life. But one thing was to be sure, she would never suffer the ignominy of giving up a fight. You could knock her out, sure, as women had done before. But Jessica was proud.

And a lot of that pride was based on her physical strength, strength that she had fully on display now. The Violent Violet eyed Layla the whole time as she went limp. Jessica was taking absolutely no chances, even at this advanced stage of the match. The only thing in the world that mattered to her was winning, and winning big. In that pursuit Jessica would not entertain half measures.

The Violent Violet beckoned the ref girl over. She bent down, and lifted Layla's arm. If it fell all the way to the ground without Layla stopping it, that would signal that Layla was light's out. She smiled as she watched the proceedings.

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"Gmmph..." Layla mewled faintly into Jessica's crotch, consciousness beginning to slip away. Her eyes drifted cross-eyed, legs twitching involuntarily and her breasts rising and falling weakly. It was all over for the Canadian brawler now.

She dimly felt the referee raise her arm, but she had neither the strength nor the will to resist. Her arm thudded limply back to the canvas and with a final, defeated sigh Layla passed out, clamped between Jessica's thighs. She lay unconscious and defeated, thoroughly dismantled by Jessica in this encounter.

[LtLukas]

Jessica rose as the bell rung. The crowd did not really like Jessica Wright, and the Violent Violet could hardly blame them. She was a heel, and a nasty one at that. But she had strung together a body of work this evening that no one could deny. They cheered, albeit begrudgingly. Jessica flipped them off, which turned their reluctant adulation into full throated boos. The victory etched a smile onto her face, but the fact that she was now being scorned widened that smile considerably.

She looked down at her opponent, and brushed the hair from her face. "Such a pretty girl, the ring is no place for you." Jessica snickered at her unconscious opponent before she slipped out of the ring. She had more than earned herself a bottle of whiskey, she thought, and she was going to enjoy every last drop.