Alyssa Monroe Vs. Monica Jackson

[Devastated]

Wincing at the burning pain from her hair being tugged at, her scalp causing her head to feel as if it was on fire while Monica yanked on her blonde locks, her hair braids almost looking as if they were about to come undone as she was yanked up slowly towards her knees, her eyes glared at Monica defiantly all the way up as they were now face to face with one another.

Biting down and clenching her teeth, Alyssa would summon what strength she had as she'd try and throw her right fist up and sought to smash it right into the abs of Monica! Looking to cave in that belly of hers! She was tried, but furious, letting her anger and fury fuel each strike as she smashed that fist of hers into the woman's gut.

Her green eyes glaring with pure hatred for the purple haired foe she just couldn't seem to put down and overcome!

[RJD]

Monica would let out a cry when Alyssa punched her in the abs, surprised that Alyssa's striking didn't lose it's edge at all through-out the match. The lightweight would lose her grasp on Alyssa's hair, and would attempt to return the sentiment by laying into Alyssa with a forearm to the chest.

Monica couldn't muster much strength with her strike though, it likely seemed sloppier than they were earlier in the match. While Monica was aware that her strikes weren't quite level with Alyssa's anymore, she still refused to back down from the exchange, not letting Alyssa think she was better in any regard, even when she was.

[Devastated]

Smashed in her modest chest Alyssa would grunt out, almost recoiling backwards but she quickly shifted her weight forward and leaned against Monica for a second or two...pushing away from her the blonde would rear her arm back again and try to throw a forearm forward and attempt to smash it right into Monica's chest.

Her strikes didn't carry the same weight as earlier in the match but it seemed as if they had a lot more ferocity than Monica's, with this forearm strike she tried to smash those larger tits of the purple haired lightweight! Aiming to pull her arm back after the first forearm strike and try and send another into that chest.

[RJD]

Monica would barely rebalance herself before Alyssa struck her harshly in return with a chest aimed forearm strike of her own, causing Monica's body to recoil backwards, almost to the point of falling, though she managed to regain her balance.

While the busty lightweight was fighting through the stinging sensation in her chest Alyssa would lay into Monica's bosom again, one upping Monica's single strike with a duet of chest torturing forearms. Monica this time got closer to falling back, having to turn her body slightly and plant one of her hands into the mat to stop herself from falling.

Monica grumbled at Alyssa after the stinging in her chest grew, and would try to fix her position before giving Alyssa a disrespectful slap to the face, while her other arm cradled her battered chest.

[Devastated]

Alyssa threw a forearm strike into Monica's chest, but she didn't stop there as she would throw another strike, hammering her forearm harshly into Monica's chest, the second strike seemed to be strong enough to knock Monica off balance for a bit as she leaned backwards and had to place her hand against the mat...

The blonde was feeling more and more confident the longer this fight went on, she could see Monica weakening at a faster pace than she was...it was close though, but she could see the difference. The blonde was about to pull her hand back for another strike, but instead she was met with a harsh slap as Monica came back up into position.

That hand of hers smacked across Alyssa's face and left a red hand print on her cheek, snapping her head to the side as a light spray of sweat followed from her head. Wincing out in pain as her head rolled on her shoulders for a second.

Alyssa would turn her head back with a harsh glare, that disrespectful slap was something she'd answer...as she'd try and throw a brutal slap of her own right across Monica's face!

[RJD]

Monica braced herself after her slap, glaring at Alyssa with determination, ready to shake of this bitch's retaliation slap like it was nothing. Monica despite being able to guess what was coming, was too stubborn to back down so would absorb Alyssa's wrathful slap, the noise reverberating through-out the arena, as Monica's jaw sharply turned to the side and she flopped sidewards into the canvas, spittle leaving her lips as she was knocked loppy and left with a massive red mark on her face.

" ughhhhhh... " Monica grumbled, having underestimated just how empowering Alyssa's rage could be. Monica wouldn't let herself stay on the mat long though and would be embarrassed that she even fell, pushing herself back into a kneeling position.

The main result of Monica's fall would be that Alyssa would have a pivotal moment where she could act in whatever way she desired, which would be particularly advantageous this late in the match.

[Devastated]

Alyssa's hand came in with quite a bit of force and smacked into Monica's face, a slap that seemed to ring out across the arena and had the crowd wincing from the impact, watching Monica flop onto her side on the canvas with that red mark on her face, Alyssa would remain on her knees, panting and gathering her breath as Monica started to try and force herself back up onto her knees.

Shaking her head, Alyssa wasn't about to let her rival do that. As she would try and reach out for a handful of purple hair, gripping it tightly as she would pull her other arm back, trying to swing it in an upwards arc and try and nail Monica right in her chin with a kneeling uppercut! Trying to knock Monica's lights out even if it would only be for a short time.

[RJD]

Monica would sit up just in time for Alyssa to grab her hair, prompting the lightweight to let out a subtle cry as her roots were tugged in her mean foe's grasp. Alyssa then proceeding to reel her arm back, before driving it upwards directly into Monica's unprotected chin, the impact being heard even half way through the crowd.

Monica wouldn't even make a noise in reaction, simply being knocked completely loopy, eyes seeming vacant as she was held up by her hair. Whenever Alyssa released Monica's hair the groggied lightweight would slump forward, embarrassingly falling into her opponent, her face pressing into Alyssa's smooth abs, the lightweight weakly blowing her warm breath against Alyssa as she was very clearly not prepared to take such a spirited blow.

" ugh.... " Monica quietly grumbled, unable to stop Alyssa from capitalising on her obvious vulnerability.

[Devastated]

Holding tightly onto the purple hair of Monica, she would throw her fist right up into the chin of her rival, the impact of Alyssa's spirited uppercut caused the crowd to wince, as she saw the light leave Monica's eyes for a moment, releasing that hair and watching Monica fall forward her face ending up right against the sweaty abs of the blonde.

Alyssa would huff out and shake her head, feeling fatigued and hurting quite a bit herself. She'd take a deep breath before she'd try and fall backwards, trying to shoot her legs up and wrap them around Monica's head and neck, trying to trap wrap her up into a triangle hold as she'd then try and grab onto the right arm of Monica, aiming to try and lock in a Triangle choke on her already hated rival.

[RJD]

Monica would grumble as she was pulled between Alyssa's legs, her face and arm locked In a scissors hold, the lightweight face embarrassingly being locked in place just in front of her opponent's midriff and crotch, her warm breath bouncing back in her face as she opened her mouth and let out a pained cry as she was squeezed in the scissors, her face becoming slightly red as she struggled to get oxygen, her hands weakly grasping Alyssa's thighs and just staying there, as Monica was clearly unable to think of a way out of this.

" no.... Monica whined, blushing as she started to breathe heavier, forced to look directly at Alyssa's crotch. The trapped lightweight wanted to continue fighting, but after the uppercut she was too groggy to fight out of the triangle hold, her pinned arm against her neck restricting one of her limbs just to make her position all the worse.

" Not...like this. " Monica quietly said, her lower body squirming, and her hips point in the air somewhat as her upper half was trapped by Alyssa. Monica had to wonder if this was the end, and if the little brat was going to get the satisfaction of knocking her clean out in the choke.