Alyssa Monroe Vs. Monica Jackson

[Devastated]

Dropping onto her back as she would wrap her legs around that head and arm of Monica's, locking in the triangle hold as she would feel the breath of the Monica against her midsection and whisking against her sweaty thighs as she would squeeze upon that head, working her way towards locking Monica into would could be her end in this match, as the Brutish Brawler tried to get a hold of that arm of the purple haired lightweight.

Feeling Monica breath more heavily against her, Alyssa would try and grasp at that hand and place her arm against the crank in her elbow, grabbing at the wrist of Monica with her other hand as she sought to bend that arm into an Americana lock, combining the two holds of the triangle hold and the americana lock to try and lock Monica up into her Wrap It up! finisher.

[RJD]

" oww owww ahh-ahh! Monica cried out as her arm was twisted; the lightweight squirming in the hold, and wincing as it felt like she was being constricted and tied up completely be Alyssa, her limb and neck both in agony, while she was almost in too much pain to even think of a plan.

" D-dammn. " Monica practically whispered, the pain overwhelming her to the point of not being able to talk easily, though of course the vice around her neck contributed to that.

Monica would eventually attempt to gruellingly move into a kneeling position, her foe's legs hanging from her neck the whole time she moved, the trapped lightweight straining her neck more to the point where she was getting red faced as her movements at the moment only intensified the choke.

Monica had an idea though, and would attempt to put her free arm under Alyssa's hips, to lift her from the mat slightly, and then try to spring up from a kneeling position on the mat to one that was closer to standing, lifting Alyssa who was still stuck to her neck as she did, and then leaning her chest forward right against Monica's butt, at the same time attempting to use her free arm to roll her opponent onto her shoulders for s sloppily executed roll up.

Monica desperately hoped she would be at least somewhat successful in rolling Alyssa up, since that would force her to abandon the hold to break the pin.

[Devastated]

Having locked her rival up she figured it was only a few moments left until they were done with this match and she had defeated the purple haired lightweight, all she needed was to squeeze her neck and twist her arm until submission r until she passed out. Alyssa knew that she could do that, no doubt about it....she just had to keep putting pressure on her.

Feeling Monica start to push up into a kneeling position, but Alyssa didn't want release that head nor did she release that arm of hers. Seeing her face become more and more red with each passing second...

She noticed that Monica was trying to do something but she didn't think there was anything that Monica could do! Feeling that hand underneath her, suddenly she felt how she was rolled up as Monica got onto her feet and her shoulder's was pinned. Still not used to the whole wrestling thing she was caught by surprise as the referee would slip next to them and start the pin count.

"One!...." The referee let out followed by another call out, " Two!..."

Alyssa realized what was happening and with it she was forced to release her holds to try and kick Monica off of her and raise her shoulder's off of the canvas to stop herself from being counted out.

[RJD]

Monica after rolling up her opponent would finally be free, cradling her pained arm as she quickly rolled to the side to recover, panting, her heart beat still racing from how close she was to defeat. The lightweight's arm felt like useless excess weight currently, muscles strained to the point of not being useful for a while.

Monica would do the only thing she felt she currently could do, put all her effort into getting up as quickly as possible, ignoring the stinging sensation in her neck which hadn't subsided yet.

Monica knew she didn't have the strength to initiate an attack and power through Alyssa's guard, or out wrestle her. Instead the beaten wrestler would resolve herself to putting her heart and soul into one final last stand, waiting for Alyssa to make a move, with the intention of turning it around on her somehow.

Monica intended to slowly stumble over to Alyssa, figuring that she's more likely to attack if Monica was within a dangerously close radius to her.

Monica couldn't spare trash talk, or an exchange of strikes right now, instead she was thinking of how to end this match before things get too bad for her, the pained and vulnerable Monica realising that her ruthless opponent was quite fearsome with her debilitating submission moves and holds

[Devastated]

Alyssa was without frustrated now, Monica had managed to find a way out of her submission hold by getting her into a pinning position. Cursing out under her breath as she rolled away from Monica and then rose up towards her feet, she would roll her shoulders and then brought her arm up to wipe off some sweat from her forehead.

The blonde was seething with anger and had a very strong desire to bash in Monica's pretty face now. As she would see the purple haired lightweight come towards her, stumbling to be more precise. Clicking her tongue as she saw that Alyssa would stomp her tired frame closer to Monica, aiming to step in at the weak looking rival in front of her.

She'd try and lash out with her left hand to try and grab a hold of the woman's purple hair as she'd rear her right hand back. Aiming to send it as a haymaker punch straight into Monica's face, as if she aimed to knock her lights out completely with that very punch.

[RJD]

Monica would watch as Alyssa charged, honestly quite glad that despite Alyssa being one hell of a scraper, she wasn't much of a thinker. As expected the blonde didn't pass up on the chance to inflict pain, and so Monica would center her being currently on countering in the most devastating way possible.

Alyssa would manage to grab Monica's hair, as the lightweight honestly hadn't expected the blonde to grab her locks. " you bitch! " Monica yelled in response, watching as her foe's punch came towards her.

Monica would attempt to quickly move only her head to the side, right before that fist connected with her, the lightweight getting a chill up her spine as she noticed how quick the punch, realising that she would have been knocked clean out by that so late in the match.

The purple haired wrestler would attempt to step forward till she was at the side of Alyssa, and wrap her arm around Alyssa's arm, shoulder and neck. Monica then stepping behind her while keeping that arm in place, ignoring the burning feeling in her hair as she then tried to step behind Alyssa, reaching that arm around Alyssa's arm and neck at the front; and hooking her other arm around it and then tightening it.

Monica trying to lock in what was basically a sleeper hold, but also restraining one of her arms with the hold, similar to how a triangle choke hold is a headscissiors variation that pins the arm along the neck and head, this was the same thing just with a sleeper hold.

Monica wasn't done though, she had to be completely certain she would crush Alyssa to the point where she'd be fodder for her finisher. So Monica would attempt to lower herself onto the mat and lay on her back, forcibly dragging Alyssa with her.

Then Monica would attempt to make the hold even worse for Alyssa, by wrapping her legs around Alyssa's waist and locking in the tightest scissor hold she could, and then also using her last limb to form a fist and place it against Alyssa's side, turning it left and right as she tried to grind it painfully into Alyssa.

" Yes! This is it, you're mine you little bitch. " Monica would state triumphantly, not imagining how her foe could get out of this one. Monica wanted to show Alyssa no mercy though, and planned to devastate her with this submission, before switching to her finisher later, a submission that is less efficient than this, but more humiliating a move in defeat.

[Devastated]

Alyssa went to try and knock the lights out of Monica Jackason right here and now, looking to bring her to dreamland with final haymaker punch. Yet as she tried to swing it to smack it straight into the purple haired lightweights head, she missed her blow as it swung clean past that head as Monica stepped in closer to her, invading her personal space and then stepped in behind her.

Feeling her own arm wrap around her neck and her arm, trapping her in a painful submission hold as Monica's shapely chest pressed into the blonde's fit back. This strange sleeper variation caused Alyssa to gasp and gag out as she was forced down by the weight of Monica as she landed on top of the purple haired rival of hers, still locked in the sleeper as she would flail her arm what little she could.

Feeling the fist of Monica's other arm grinding into her side, causing her to wince and gasp out as she kicked with her legs. Those legs of Monica's though went up and around her waist, tightening around her waist and squeezing harshly upon Alyssa's body.

[RJD]

Monica was relieved as everything went well, and she managed to lock in her gruelling submission, which at this point in the match could quite possibly leave Alyssa in too much pain to fight back again. The purple haired wrestler grinned as she squeezed her legs as tightly as possible, and waved her arms around, violently moving Alyssa's arm and head left and right in the choke, like a dog waving around it's toy.

" Hey Alyssa, how's it feel to be beat? " Monica asked, tightenening the choke too as she leaned forward to ask that question right into her ear.

Monica continued torturing Alyssa in this hold for a while longer, really wanting to strain her opponent before suddenly then releasing her. Monica wasting no time in turning Alyssa over and slamming her own busty and curvy body harshly into the blonde's own, laying atop her foe, with Monica facing the ropes beyond Alyssa.

Monica would tightly wrap her legs around Alyssa's head for a reverse headscissiors, and then push up against the mat with her arms to get elevation, both making the scissors hold more intense, and squashing Alyssa's mouth nose into her sweaty butt cheeks.

" How embarrassing, imagine kissing ass after trying so hard. " Monica mocked, enjoying her position of power way too much. Alyssa of course wasn't actually kissing her butt, in fact while the headscissors was tight enough that Alyssa's features were definitely touching the lower half of Monica's lower butt cheeks, it wasn't particularly even a notably suffocating smother.

[Devastated]

Alyssa struggled and squirmed in the current hold that Monica had her in, finding the lack of air very draining at this point in the match as her body was being weakened rather greatly from this submission hold. Her body was growing more fatigued by the lack of air she was getting by the seconds....and after a few more it seemed as if she was weak enough for Monica to go for the finish!

Shoved off of the body of the purple haired lightweight as she taunted her, Alyssa would gasp and cough, panting for air as she was rolled over onto her back and Monica laid herself on top of her. Those legs of her rival came up around her head and she would paw at those thighs, trying to pry them off of her head until Monica decided to lean back and place her sweaty rump down on the blonde's face.

Letting out a muffled angry groan and curses against that butt as Monica kept taunting her. " Mmph!" She would kick her legs weakly about, trying to bring her hands up to paw and push and claw at the hips and sides of her hated foe.

[RJD]

" What was that? You're good but I'm better? Sounds about right. " Monica would taunt as Alyssa let out muffled outrage into her perk little butt. The controlling lightweight tightened the scissor, and didn't relent for a good 5 seconds, pinning Alyssa's face to her sweaty behind more, before then going back to the normal squeeze to not strain her legs so much.

Monica would look over her shoulders often, wanting to see Alyssa's face go red from the choking scissor hold, and also quite eager to notice any hints of defeat in Alyssa's expression.

" I can't believe you fell for such obvious bait though, I guess you really are still a brat. " Monica mocked Alyssa more, before then yet again tightening her scissor hold, at this point just enjoying the feeling of Alyssa's neck being squeezed between her legs.

Alyssa was quite a lively wrestler, so Monica was curious how long she would last, and excited to torment her both physically and verbally till she finally passed out or accepted defeat.