Alyssa Monroe Vs. Monica Jackson - II: Iron Woman Match

[Devastated]

Pulling Monica up by her hair like that and maintaining control over her rival, the crowd would shout and scream, throwing jeers and cheers the way of the two lightweight rivals. Alyssa's fist found it's way square into the center of that tit of the bustier lightweight as she knocked the air out of her lungs, watching her breath heavily before her as she whined out in pain.

It was time to show Monica that she meant business and she figured the best way to do that was to make use of another move she had picked up and refined since her training session with Clara. As she would bend down and try and pull Monica up over her shoulders, draping her over them in a fireman's carry style lift.

Holding Monica up for a second, Alyssa would try and to swing Monica out and throw herself backwards, aiming to slam Monica down onto the canvas with some added momentum for a Samoan Drop, or as Alyssa had dubbed this finisher of hers...The Mancunian Slam!

[RJD]

Monica couldn't do much as Alyssa hunched over and scooped her over her shoulders, all the street fighter could do was groan and try to push herself off, but she wasn't able to get free. For a moment the blonde just stood with Monica lifted high, before crashing down to the canvas in a hard bump, crushing the poor lightweight on her shoulders into the cold canvas.

" Ahhh! Fucking.... " Monica whined, head leaning back into the canvas after the impact, as she panted. The overwhelmed lightweight lifted her arm over her forehead, as her chest would rise and sink, but other than that she wasn't moving currently, as she was seemingly spent.

Monica still wanted to beat Alyssa badly, but she had taken so much damage there, and the effect of the debilitating submissions was stacked with that finisher. The lightweight at the moment couldn't even move, and it felt like she had just been hit by a van after Alyssa's new finisher.

Monica hadn't expected another slam, so it had been extra damaging.

[Devastated]

Holding the slightly more busty lightweight up on her shoulders, Alyssa could feel how Monica was struggling to try and free herself but she wasn't about to let her push herself free. Instead she swung out and then slammed Monica down harshly onto the canvas. She laid with the back of her head against that belly of Monica's and huffed out a bit, hearing the moaning whines of pain from her rival and would let out a confident. " Heh~"

Shuffling up onto her knees, Alyssa would wipe the back of her right hand over her lightly perspired forehead and wipe the sweat off. All before she would get up onto her feet and walk over towards Monica, standing towering over her rival...she would then suddenly drop down. Lowering her jeans covered rear on top of the head of Monica as she positioned her knees over Monica's shoulders to pin her rival down in a humiliating facesit pin.

"So fuckin' pathetic." Alyssa cockily said as she gestured for the referee to start the pin count.

[RJD]

Monica could hardly register anything around her after that slam, so much of her attention focused on how pained back, which sharply stung with each rise and fall of her chest. The panting lightweight moved her hand away from her head, just in time to see her smug rival standing over her, with Monica in the humiliating position of being between her legs, which was very much a sign of submission.

With one last breath, Monica's lips and nose were covered, as Alyssa's groin was stuffed in her face, crotch nuzzling her features so tightly that she couldn't help but blush. The lightweight's shoulders already felt heavy, so having those knees crushing down into them made Monica groan as Alyssa gestured to get the refs intention.

" mmn... " Monica quietly mumbled in response to being called pathetic, as she gasped against Alyssa's crotch, and the ref moved into position to count the pin.

" One...Two...Three! " the ref counted, before calling for the bell, as Alyssa had just scored her second point!

Monica averted eye contact, as she desperately breathed in and out against Alyssa's crotch, despite how shamefully that action was, her lungs burned and no amount of pride could beat out instinct. Monica just had to wait for Alyssa to get off her face, being completely restrained in the facesit.

[Devastated]

Alyssa would throw on a wide grin on her face as she placed her hands and hips on her shoulders, with her rear and crotch on the face of Monica as she kept her rival pinned down against the canvas. Alyssa would nod her head with each count the referee made, all the while feeling Monica's mouth and nose practically nuzzle against her crotch.

It was a satisfying feeling getting payback not only for the rude start to this match but also their previous match that had started this whole situation between them. The bell rang again and Alyssa had scored a second point as the referee counted Monica out. She would shake her head a bit and then move up towards her feet, but not before giving a humiliating grind of her rear down against that face.

Now on her feet, Alyssa looked over at the big screen and saw the score now as 2-0 in her favor. Her toothy grin grew wider as she would turn and look down at Monica. "What's the matter slag? Not feeling so tough anymore? Where did all that sass go?" Alyssa taunted Monica as she would press her boot down against the forehead of Monica and grind it down. Scoffing next, the blonde would decide to take a hold of Monica's hair once again and start to guide her up towards her feet.

Once she got her up, Alyssa would press into Monica, body against body as she pulled on that head and began to shove Monica towards the ropes, pressing her fit frame against Monica's firmly. Looking to then try and step out and yank on that arm as she wanted to try and send her off with an Irish Whip, having a plan that would knock Monica's lights out should she be able to get Monica to bounce off the opposite ropes and come running back at her.

[RJD]

The pin was very humiliating as Alyssa perched dominantly atop Monica's face, showing her superiority by pressing her womanhood tight into the other lightweight's beaten face for the pin. After the count was complete Alyssa moved her hips to grind her butt cheeks directly down over Monica's face, the movement of her hips making Monica's head roll against the canvas before she stood up, leaving the blushing street fighter panting.

" Ughh... " Monica groaned as that boot pressed down into her forehead, as Alyssa disrespected her further. Before the street fighter even had the time to respond to what Alyssa said, she felt her hair being gripped again, as she was lifted up to her feet, eyes closing as she whined out while being lifted up.

Alyssa then pressed tightly into Monica, and gripped behind her head to force her backwards with her body and bully her back against the ropes, causing the softened up wrestler to moan a little bit as those abs grinded into her sore stomach, and her chest was hurt by the painful closeness.

When Alyssa tried to Irish whip Monica though she would drape her arm over the top rope and grasp the middle one, holding it tightly so that Alyssa couldn't pull her from them. Monica then tried to mirror what Alyssa was attempting, as she pulled Alyssa towards her and swung her head forward, trying to drive her forehead right into the base of Alyssa's nose.

Monica would then let go of Alyssa's arm and the ropes, and try to hop into the air and twist her body mid fall, turning to gather momentum as she extended her leg out behind her, trying to kick that blonde bitch right in her skull. If that worked then Monica would have a harsh landing too, falling onto her back and letting out a loud cry, then cussing, before proceeding to roll under the bottom ropes to get some separation, which she surely needed with how focused Alyssa's assault had been.

Monica slumped down to the concrete, groaning again as she started to push up onto all fours. The lightweight needed a moment to rest, but she would first get to a better spot as she stood up and stumbled forward, grasping onto the barricade and holding on to it for support as she gasped for air, feeling both sweat under her attire and pain pretty much all over her body.

[Devastated]

Alyssa pushed and pressed herself into Monica as she guided her rival towards the ropes and was getting her ready and set up to swing her off with that Irish Whip. Though as she was about to yank on Monica, she found resistance and when she looked back towards the purple haired lightweight she saw how she had looped her arm around the ropes.

What Monica did next though took the blonde by surprise as she was yanked towards Monica and her rival shot her head forward, smacking her forehead right across the bridge of Alyssa's nose." Gah!" the Brutish Brawler cried out in pain as she staggered back...but as she was dazed from the headbutt Monica decided to hop up and twist in mid air to then smack her leg right across the skull of Alyssa! Nailed in the head by a nasty kick sent the Brit flat down onto her back with arms eagle spread.

Gasping out in pain as she laid on her back all the while Monica escaped out of the ring and rolled onto the concrete floor surrounding the squared circle.

[RJD]

There was no time or energy to spare on observing how beaten up Alyssa was after that move unfortunately, Monica would only get the momentary satisfaction of feeling the enzeguri connect before retreating outside the ring.

Monica went all the way to the barricade to stand up fully, panting as she looked in the ring at the downed wrestler. " Not even following me? Weak. " Monica mocked, though it was a little hard to communicate from this angle.

After getting to the corner Monica would stumble forward to the ring apron to take out a kendo stick from beneath the ring, clutching it with both hands and leaning it up from the concrete and against the ring apron. The street fighter then tried to grab Alyssa by the legs if she was still down, before trying to pull her right out of the ring and let her fall down to the concrete. If that worked, then Monica would try to grab the kendo stick to prepare for the incoming exchange.

[Devastated]

Alyssa's head was swimming a bit right now as she tried to gather her senses, the kick that Monica had smacked her with had certainly done the trick to give the purple haired Lightweight a chance to recover as it now meant that Alyssa was dazed and in the need of the same. She groaned as she laid on the canvas and tried to gather her senses.

She began to rub her head a bit as she was starting to come too and was about to start to try and move up to a seated position, but as she tried to do so the grubby hands of Monica latched onto her ankles and then yanked her out of the ring underneath the bottom ropes! "Woah!" Alyssa yelped out as she was flung out of the ring and landed on the unforgiving barely padded concrete floor!

"Guh...." Alyssa grunted upon impact as she rolled over onto her side, clicking her tongue and cursing under her breath.

[RJD]

After pulling Alyssa out of the ring there was a satisfying grunt as she collided with the canvas. " Come on, get up bitch. Let's trade blows. " Monica said as she tried to stomp onto her foe's stomach just once before stepping back, trying to aggravate her into getting up quicker.

If Alyssa did get to her feet as quick as Monica hoped, then she'd likely notice at that point that her opponent was armed. Monica would try to swing her kendo stick wide from the side to slam it hard into the left side of Alyssa's body. Then the street fighter would try to swing it up overhead and slam it down into Alyssa's right shoulder, Monica very clearly planning to just beat her ass with that kendo stick.

If both the other shots connected, then Monica would fire off one last swing, stepping forward and to the side slightly as she swung wide from the left, this time trying to smack the thin hard wood right across the full width of Alyssa's stomach " How's that!? " Monica asked, aggressively.