Marissa W. Vs. Helena D. - Technically [And Thoroughly] Outclassed

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The head stomps earned some hellacious roars from the crowd, and even the referee, with Marissa trying her best to cover up. A motion mostly in vain, given that Helena merely kicked through the brace she had with her arms, to find the vulnerable skull beneath.

Forced up with a slur to her moan, Marissa seemed just about done with Helena only rearing herself into more of the beatdown. A momentary stumble on the Brit's side of things would give Marissa perhaps a saving grace back into the match however, as she opted to roll with it and completely pivot her body underneath Helena's high, spinning backfist. A motion that would be immediately followed up by the Brit rearing both arms up and back, with the rest of her figure following.

For a sudden if desperate Pelé kick, ideally straight to Helena's own skull!

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The fist struck.... nothing! To say that Helena was angry and disappointed was an understatement! However things got much worse as a fast hard impact crashed hard into her skull! "UUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!" Helena howled as she stumbled, spinning around and crashing down to the mat in a heap! Marisa's kick worked and Helena was laid out on the canvas in a total daze! She was kicking and writhing as she laid there wondering how this could have happened!

Marissa was far more difficult than Helena imagined but even if this little bratty upstart did keep fighting back Helena had more tricks up her sleeve if need be...

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Marissa had shifted control of the match back in her favour, for what could easily be the last time if she wasn't careful enough. But at least now, after all the ache and painful sly attacks she had taken, Marissa had come to understand one key fact.

That it was unwise beyond words to try and grapple Helena, for even but a second!

Hand to her head, Marissa showed no issue in switching up what game strategy she had left. With the goal now being to literally beat her heelish foe into submission!

A tactic she'd put to immediate use, as the moment she stood straight she'd pivot around to face Helena's side. Before booting it not once, but twice, as if it were a football! With those kicks packing as much power the Brit could muster!

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Still laid out on the mat Helena was unable to do anything about the kicks that had begun to smash her side! "OOMPH! ARRRGGHHH!" Helena howled with each painful impact! She kicked the mat in pain and moved her arms over to cover the area where Marissa smashed her with the hard-hitting kicks. Helena was still down and now even less able to rise back to her feet in a hurry. This was very bad but she knew she had to weather the storm until her golden opportunity had presented itself....

...she just hated being a punching bag, but right now she had little choice!

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Marissa was running ideas through her head - means from which to tear Helena apart, all without being close to her for more than a second. She hardly imagined the moment before them would be a crowd favourite, what with it feeling as though Marissa would be forced to strike and kick her way to victory, but Marissa simply didn't care.

She could still feel a ringing in her skull, not to mention a soreness in her eyes that she was all but certain she'd need to have checked out upon the match being over. All that was left to do she felt, was to put Helena in a similar state of agony.

And gain a pin over her, of course.

With Helena curling up as best she could, seemingly trying to survive Marissa's beat down as opposed to her moving to stop it, Marissa kicked off her feet. Hopping over her heelish foe to sprint to the ropes before her, Marissa looked to return to her downed foe with quite a bit of speed to her frame.

As this time she let both feet lead the way, with her back coming down towards the canvas. For a baseball slide, clean into Helena's back!

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Helena went from hurting to being in outright agony as she heard footsteps rushing at her all before a hard impact crashed into her back! "AAAAAHHHHHH!" Helena screamed as she began to roll from the force of the hammer blow of a sliding dropkick! Helena kept going with the momentum and rolled to the ropes, reaching out to grab hold of them to halt herself and hopefully catch a break from the hard-hitting onslaught of Marissa. This was not a good spot to be in at all, and she knew it. This was really bad and her torso was so achy that Helena couldn't move at all without pain jolting through her body.

Gritting her teeth she tried to use the ropes to pull herself up to her feet again, and the process was really slow and painful for the Canadian.

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Marissa was keeping her breathing under control, with the urge to simply go for a mount in effort to try and beat Helena into giving in coming and going. With Helena on the ropes, soon enough literally, Marissa found her newfound control bringing about a state of calm. A surprise, given every part of her that Helena touched seemed to still want to burn and sting.

Watching with her hands to her thighs as Helena's hand shot to the ropes, Marissa would step to her heelish foes side before bringing up her leg. For a cruel yet well deserved kick to Helena's wrist, the moment she began clenching the ropes!

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"ARRRGGHHH!" Helena shouted as the kick hit her wrist forcing her to let go! She stumbled forward falling down to her knees while holding her hurt wrist. This was spiraling out of control and the agonized Helena was really starting to reel. She had to try to do something but Marissa was content hammering away at the Canadian leaving her on the wrong end of some painful punishment. Helena was upset at herself for letting things get to this point but also angry at Marissa, whom she truly wanted to crush at this point but found herself unable to do it!

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Marissa was snarling and fuming, with things growing to the point where she simply wanted to hurt Helena. But how could she, against a foe who'd scratch, nip and bite her way out of any hold or throw that came her way?

Whilst her strikes and kicks were powerful, even the Brit had her limit towards using them. At the rate she was going, she'd have tired herself out purely from trying to beat Helena black and blue.

Throwing caution to the wind as she stood watching Helena fall back to her knees, Marissa took note of the empty space behind her heelish foe in the centre of the ring.

Reaching behind to grab at Helena's waistline, the longer haired gal probably felt like a vice had applied itself around her core with how firm Marissa's grip was. If only to ensure what came next was a success.

That being a strong lift up and back, to pick Helena clean off her knees before throwing her down behind her. For a german suplex!

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Helena groaned as Marissa pulled her up and grabbed her around the waist. Helena knew what this was and ow was going to prove that she wasn't just an opportunist, but she also had some ring smarts.

Helena hooked one of her legs around Marissas to prevent the list all while seizing ginger her elbows back into the skull of Marissa!