Alyssa Monroe Vs. Monica Jackson

[Devastated]

Groaning as she pushed and rolled over onto her side, breaking the pin attempt as she and Monica laid very close to one another still. The hands of Monica still locked with her own as the blonde would huff out and wince out in pain as her back still ached after that painful belly to belly suplex. Hearing the words of Monica caused Alyssa to grumble and growl as her rival slapped at her body and then grasped at her hair.

Feeling the tug in her scalp as she was yanked up towards her feet, her body leaning a bit against the purple haired lightweights, as she was then dragged towards the cage wall and then suddenly shoved against it. Her back hitting it with a rattle of the cage...

Alyssa would growl out in anger and wince out from the pain yet again....but she wasn't about to take this shit. Gritting her teeth Alyssa would try and bounce off of the cage and come stumbling forward at speed! Looking to nail Monica with a knee straight into her gut!

[RJD]

Monica would seem surprised when Alyssa burst forth after being pushed against the cage, the younger lightweight never failing to shock Monica with her toughness and fighting spirit. The older lightweight would brace herself slightly for the blow as she saw Alyssa charging, but wouldn't be able to stop herself from hunching forward into Alyssa's knee, while letting out a gruff yelp. Monica ending up about eye level with the area just underneath Alyssa's chest.

Monica would try to prevent Alyssa from capitalising though, by wrapping her arms around Alyssa's torso, taking advantage of the fact she had been forced to keel over somewhat from the knee strike. Monica was attempting to lock in a tight gripped hug, not quite a bear hug, but she hoped it was at least effective enough to slow down Alyssa, and give Monica a chance to recuperate from her foe's blow.

Monica would be breathing quite heavily against Alyssa's torso, blushing slightly from the close contact, but the older woman could handle some accidental intimacy if it meant there was less chance for Alyssa to clobber her while she was winded from the knee to the gut she had just received.

[Devastated]

Smashing her knee into Monica's gut was so satisfying it almost made Alyssa's mouth water. Like a shark smelling blood in the water she was feeling her heart pumping. The hot breath of Monica's whisked against her torso, almost at her belly, the moisture of that breath didn't bother too much as Alyssa was already covered in sweat. Both her's and Monica's.

She felt the arms of her rival wrap around her and hug her tightly....causing her to wince out ab it, but this worked into Alyssa's favor a bit. Deciding to return a move Monica had done but a second ago. The blonde would try and wrap her arms around Monica's frame and hug her closer! All before she'd try and lift and then do a full spin around to then slam Monica down with her own Belly to Belly suplex!

Should the move hit, Alyssa would mimic her rival....wanting to show her how no matter what Monica tried, Alyssa could do it better...which might not be the case but Alyssa was stubborn and looking to prover herself as the better fighter. Placing herself on top of Monica, chest to chest and almost groin to groin, her fit belly pressing against the purple haired lightweights as her hands sought to grasp at Monica's...going for that full body pin.

[RJD]

Monica would begin to think of her options as she hugged her opponent's frame, but would then feel a chill go up her spine as Alyssa returned the pressure by hugging her back in return, but tighter.

" wait a minute. " Monica thought to herself anxiously, releasing immediately that she was about to regret her decision. The hug itself was enough to strain monica more, overwhelming her thanks to the earlier knee strike too, but things quickly got worse as Alyssa lifted her and spun around, before slamming Monica hard into canvas.

Immediately upon impact with the canvas Monica let out a loud defeated cry, momentarily devastated by the slam, her abs becoming less and more defined as her stomach deflated and inflated with each desperate pant.

Monica would feel Alyssa's abs stick to her own, another bony hips press down into her own, as well as her large chest being squished by Alyssa's weight atop. Monica was blushing a bit more visibly now, as truthfully the sensation of Alyssa's own body dominantly pinning her own down was somewhat overwhelming, especially because Monica was still winded and out of breath, so she was extra vulnerable to being squished under her opponent's weight, and it pit even more strain on her.

If Alyssa caught a glimpse of Monica's defeated eye's, then she would likely be quite satisfied. It was debatable if Alyssa's slam was any better than her own, but the timing of it was certainly more devastating, and Alyssa had made her claim of superiority loud and clear as Monica currently gave no resistance.

[Devastated]

Slamming Monica down with that Belly to Belly Suplex of hers as she wanted to show up Monica and of course bring some good deal of pain onto the fellow lightweight. Alyssa would let out a huff of hot air against Monica's cheek as she scrambled on top of her, pinning her rival down, abs against abs, chest against chest and hips against hips, her face pressing down against Monica's as she tried to stare down at Monica.

Catching a glimpse of those defeated eyes of her foe, Alyssa felt satisfied...as if she might have finally beaten this pest of a challenger. Pressing firmly down on her rival, the referee would slip in next to the pair and start the pin count.

"One!" She'd shout as she slapped her hand down against the canvas....

"Two!" She slapped her hand down again....

Alyssa would hold her breath, a slight grin on her face as she could practically feel victory in her grasp.

[RJD]

Monica would barely stir under Alyssa as she was pinned fully, every part of her bruised body. As the ref counted the pinned lightweight was panting, and visibly struggling to lift the weight above her, as she squirmed on the spot for the first count. The lightweight blushing slightly from the closeness of the two, especially since Alyssa's hips and abs were weighing down on her own.

After the second count though Monica's eyes would change, before she suddenly mustered all her strength to lift her upper body as much as possible, and raise an arm, so her shoulder wouldn't touch the mat.

Monica would then be left panting in that position, unable to shift Alyasa anymore than she just had, but the pin had been broken just in time; which was good enough for Monica.

" No chance. " Monica would say, looking at Alyssa as she did so, having nearly lost the match, but wanting her opponent to know there was no way she was going down, even if Alyssa tried and succeeded in one upping whatever she tried. Monica was determined to win this one, no matter the toll it would take on her body.

[Devastated]

Alyssa would suddenly feel the body of Monica buck up and turn, forcing Alyssa off of her as she would let out an angry grumble! The referee showed two fingers up to show that Monica had not been counted out. The blonde however wasn't happy about that and less happy about Monica's comment, gnashing her teeth as she would try and reach out for that purple hair with one hand and grip onto it tightly.

Forcing her tired body up to a stand she would try and drag Monica up with her, trying to get her up to her feet where she'd try and throw a swift right handed uppercut right into Monica's chest! Leaning against the purple haired woman after the strike as her body was feeling the effects of this match as well...

Alyssa would try and then wrap her arm around Monica's head and pull it in under her armpit, looking to use her other hand to grab a hold of Monica's tights and give them a thug, the first one not working in doing more than ride those thighs up into a wedgie, the second thug though, Alyssa would try and heave Monica up into the air and fall backwards. Looking to nail her rival with a Vertical Suplex!

[RJD]

Monica would let out a yelp as her hair was grabbed, her body struggling to get up as quickly as Alyssa was forcing her to. The lightweight saw her opponent's arm move, and would try to form a guard over her chest, but there wasn't really enough time. Monica would manage to lessen the blunt of the impact slightly, as Alyssa's uppercut slid across Monica's arms first then met her chest with a slightly lessened impact.

" urghh " Monica sputtered, and then felt her head be pulled under her opponent's arm pit, as Alyssa set up for what must have been a suplex of some sort, or at least that's what Monica assumed it would be.

Monica would attempt to interrupt with her own move though, grabbing her opponents sides to prepare for it, then Alyssa tugged Monica's bottoms up, giving her a wedgie. It seemed like it would be a race to see who acted first, and Monica wouldn't need to set up for as long as her opponent did, and it helped that Monica was furious as her butt cheeks were significant more visible than normal to the crowd.

" What the hell! " Monica would yell, as she attempted to lift her opponent by her sides, using her positioning under Alyssa's arm pit to her advantage, to lift her opponent overhead and drive her back first into the canvas. Monica attempting to cut off Alyssa's suplex attempt before she was lifted after the first tug, with a northern lights suplex herself.

" Was that about?!? " Monica would continue her yelling, finishing her sentence as she slammed her opponent into the mat, clearly angry about the wedgie. Monica would immediately lose grip of Alyssa's sides afterwards, rolling to the side exhausted. Monica too tired to follow through after her counter, even if it was successful.

[Devastated]

Tugging on those tights like that seemed to annoy Monica a fair bit as she would yell out at her, Alyssa felt Monica's arms come around her and it looked as if she was planning something. It was clearly a race now to see who could lift the other up first and it soon became apparent that Monica had the better position to lift her up. As she rose to a stand and swung Alyssa up into the air!

Up and over the blonde went as she would then be slammed down onto her back, gasping out as a bit of air and spittle left her mouth upon impact, groaning out as Monica then slumped off of her. Ending up on her back, panting and heaving for breath as still Monica could match her move for move....

The blonde was frustrated...tired...and in a whole world of hurt, she remained on her back, gasping and panting as her modest chest heaved with each heavy breath that she took.

[RJD]

Monica may have managed to pull that last move off, but she really wasn't in a position to follow up, as she instead cupped her stinging breast and fixed her wedgie, then of course there was the issue of her being tired, and she had just used even more energy for a desperate move that she couldn't even manage to pin Alyssa after.

" Dammnn... " Monica grumbled, as her chest would rise and sink with each breathe, the older wrestler really unsure how long it was before her body just refused to move.

For now Monica would crawl over to Alyssa on all fours, and try to grasp her hair, intending to stand up and drag Alyssa to her feet too. However at this point Monica couldn't even stand up as quickly as she wanted, while dragging Alyssa, and so would have to first move onto her knees and drag Alyssa onto her knees. There would likely be a chance for Alyssa to strike or grapple while they were both kneeling, if she was physically able to do so currently.

If Alyssa didn't attack, Monica would then move her arms under her foe's own arms, and try to hoist her up to her feet while getting up herself, the older woman unable to to lift Alyssa by her hair with what little strength she had left.

If both were standing, Monica would step back a little, as she tried to think of a way to keep Alyssa down.