Jessica Wright vs. Diana Accera

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Jessica kept rolling. She was letting the momentum in her legs take her all the way over until she could get on her feet and wheel around at her opponent. Diana was just lying there, with arms spread wide. The Violent Violet knew that this was the international symbol of a sitting duck, and wanted to seize the opportunity that she had just won for herself in the most violent and destructive way.

Jessica pressed forward, and got down on the ground. Diana was hurt, but not that hurt. So she was perhaps a little bit more forceful than she otherwise would have been as she grabbed Diana's head, and attempted to force it between her legs. Jessica was going for a headscissor. Not only was the move embarrassing with Diana's nose mere inches away from Jessica's sex, but it meant that Diana would have the fight squeezed out of her.

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Diana watched, even through hazed vision as Jessica moved about. The instant she took her eyes off her, if ever, this violet could do something unprecedented. Luckily for her, Jessica was seemingly after something simple, as Diana found her foe to her knees besides her.

Unluckily, as ever, what came next was the very definition of simple yet effective. Her arms snapping to Jessica's thighs far too late, the Italian let out a long, exhaustive moan in between her foes legs when the pressure came to bare.

Her cheeks immediately turning a shade of crimson, Diana shut her eyes and put her focus to use, as she tried the impossible task of prying at those massive legs in an attempt to find freedom.

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Jessica heard the moan. Had they been on Jessica's bed, it was entirely possible that in such a position Jessica would be the one who was moaning. But as it was, the only noises that Diana would be making would be groans of pain. Jessica squeezed harder, just to make the move that little bit more painful.

Only, Diana was not just going to lie there and take it. The dark-haired woman started trying to pry apart Jessica's legs, a fact that made Jessica grimace. It probably wouldn't be enough to relieve the headscissor, but it would be enough to slow down how effective that was. A fact that Jessica was not particular fond of.

She opted to change tactics. Jessica was still going to go after Diana's head, but not in such a slow manner. Instead, she would split her legs and quickly get up. From her standing position, she would attempt to stand Diana up and quickly tuck her head in between Jessica's thighs. And from there, it would be a piledriver to bring the pain!

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Jessica opted to switch gears, but she may have found Diana more reactive to the change than she thought. The Italian was breathless, with her cheeks rather burnt up, but she was nobodies fool just yet. Jessica found that out to her peril, as rather than try to hide her intention, Jessica opted to keep Diana close to her legs. Even with the release, it wasn't hard to imagine a piledriver or powerbomb was coming, as efforts to pull away from Jessica's gigantic thighs were met with pulls back. Diana naturally opted to roll with it.

When she was forced up to her knees, with her head still to Jessica's thighs, Diana's hands moved in tandem with Jessica's own. Feeling the violet strongly hug her waistline from above, Diana did the same only around her foes ankles, before trying to move a shade quicker than Jessica. with her body straightening out, she'd try to lift Jessica up and over her head as she stood straight, before rearing her back forward. A roar being let loose from the exertion of trying such a move after her cheeks had been crushed, as she looked for a Alabama Slam counter!

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Jessica thought that she had it made. She was sitting there with Diana's head between her powerful thighs, ready to bring her down to the mat in triumphant and painful fashion with one of the most devastating moves that she knew. That would prove to be the beginning of the end in her estimation, the start of an onslaught of power moves that would bury Diana under all of the power that Jessica had in her body until her opponent could barely put it together enough to breathe.

Only, her opponent wasn't playing along with that plan.

Jessica yelped out in surprise when she left her feet, dangling off Diana's back precariously for a second. But only a second. A moment later, she was slammed down to the mat with a brutal counter that left the Violent Violet gasping and out of breath. Wrestling fortunes change on a trifle, and this was far more than a trifle given how much pain that she was in.

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Diana fell back after dropping Jessica to the mat, purely because she didn't have any intention on standing. Landing to her rear, she'd need a long moment to sooth her reddened cheeks, patting and rubbing them down as best she could, before she'd try to force herself on all fours. She knew she had no chance in hell in pinning Jessica successfully here, but she knew that the effort Jessica would have to expend in pushing Diana off would pay dividends in the long term. Even more so as Diana's torso slid up higher over Jessica's own than she usually would, as most of Diana's figure pressed down via her side, onto Jessica's collarbone and neck. Hands pushing that muscular body as best she could, as the referee swung in to count the attempt.

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Jessica was not in the best of positions. Being slammed to the mat by a woman like Diana would have been enough to put many women down for the three count, let alone the fact that the move came as a total surprise.

ONE!

The ref girl counted.

Jessica was tired, and beaten. But she was far from out of it yet. Diana was doing everything that she could to apply as much pressure as she could onto Jessica to make it that little bit harder. It took more effort than Jessica would have liked to shove Diana off her and roll away. She then attempted to stand up, and get her dukes up. She was not going to have something like that happen again.

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The pin was broken, but Diana got what she wanted from it. Jessica had to outright overpower her frame to push up, and contend with Diana's muscular weight to boot. Diana on the other hand had taken the time to draw in breath, as she rolled to be a metre or so away, before clambering onto her knees in tandem with her violet foe.

What came next was hardly signs of a wrestling classic, as Diana looked to shoot into Jessica the moment both women were standing.

Her head tucked in as her shoulders went low, with both fists raised. She opted to use that age old boxing prowess of hers, to throw her right up and forward, and ideally land a uppercut that put Jessica right back to square one.

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Diana was standing across from her now, mirroring her own pose. It looked like they were about to engage in a boxing match rather than a wrestling one, which Jessica would not have minded in the slightest. There were a thousand bars across Japan that saw her brawl away across them, let alone all of the shitty pubs across the Midwest. Her eyes narrowed. Diana was doing what she was doing with intent, and Jessica was aware of exactly how tired she was. She was confident in her capacity to outpunch nearly anyone on earth, but she knew that fatigue leaked seconds when micro moments mattered.

One of those micro moments came upon her now. Diana launched a powerful uppercut at her jaw, and Jessica jerked her head back. She was just a moment too late, as Diana nailed her right where she wanted her. Jessica cried out in pain, and stumbled backwards. Her legs went wobbly for a second, but then she stabilized. The Violent Violet charged ahead, going for a spinning backfist aimed at Diana's jaw, the same place where she was just struck.

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Neither woman gave a inch it seemed, as perhaps Diana and Jessica both pushed themselves forward at the expense of their stamina. To go down now may have been wise, in a way, given that on the ground they would be given a moment to sooth the ache, after giving in to the outright demand by their bodies to go down. In place, pride was maintained, first by Jessica with the Italian trying to do the same, as she found herself given a mere half-second before Jessica was on her again.

Spun-into with her cheek and jaw burning from the collision, Diana fell back but not all the way. Having become aware at least of where she was in the ring, though rather lacking in awareness as she spluttered out from the heavy hit, Diana looked to near enough drop against the ropes behind her.

Springing back almost without control, the only part of Diana that was alive were her legs, and even they were about to give way.

Though not before the Italian looked to raise them up, as she steered her right foot towards Jessica's hips, only as her back gave way and she fell to the side of her foe.