Battle for Pride: Jess Mcleary vs CyberWidow

[The Riders]

Being able to kick out much to the stunned crowd who through that Jess had the match in the bag already, that took a lot of effort to even do that at all. But somehow someway she was able to do it by the skin of her teeth. She trying to dig deep to pull this victory out, but due to her opponent it seems unlikely that she be able to.

"Fuck you... MMMPPPHMMM." before she could finish her sentence. Her face is pressed between Jess busty breasts in a breast smother hold. Her tall frame sagging as she can't breath to weak to fight or struggle to free herself from the hold, spots starting to form before her eyes as the crowd cheer due to the humiliating move.

[SubtleRoar]

*Continuing to forcefully stuff Widow's agape maw with her overabundant chest mounds, Jess was determined to end this match here and now in the most sensual way she possibly could. Much to her chagrin however, it seemed as though her nemesis had just a little more left in the tank than she did, managing to escape relatively unscathed, besides from her ego being slightly damaged.*

"Nnrrhh...damn~" *More disappointed in herself than anything else, The Sultry Southerner tried to keep the pressure on by charging forward and shoulder tackling the foe, intent upon establishing herself as the undisputed superior between the two of them!*

[The Riders]

Widow was able to somehow escape that breast smother like hold. Letting out a few coughs trying to catch her breast as she crawled her way over to the ring ropes to pull herself up. Seeing her opponent heading her way with what looks like a shoulder tackle or a spear, either way she knows she can't take another big move from Jess.

Stepping forward and turns wanting to build up momentum as she uses her right leg to do a spinning back round house kick to the side of Jess head. Looking to land her Stardust Kick on the charging Texan.

If it connects Widow will fall on top of Jess body and weakly go for the pinfall victory. Her body aching, the back of her neck throbbing from the pain as the ref counts.

ONEEEEE

[SubtleRoar]

*While slightly staggered from Widow breaking out of her hold, Jess was still as sturdy as ever when she plowed forward, but unbeknownst to her she had fallen directly into a trap. Without having assembled a reliable defense, Jess felt the wrath of the Widow manifest in the shape of a blow to her skull, a shrill* "GGRRHH!" *Escaping before she collapsed against the mat!*

"C..c..consarnit..." *Her voluptuous frame dropping like a sack of potatoes after absorbing the migraine-inducing shot to her skull, Widow was quick to capitalize, sprawling herself out across Jess's alabaster body. The audience lurched forward, curious to see if this was the potential end of the brutal bout!*

Spoiler

*Sharply inhaling while simultaneously twisting her left shoulder sideways, Jess just barely managed to avoid the triple count, breaking the pin while locking eyes with the aggressive Widow.* "N..not..y..yet..sugah~" *She mumbled, shooting a flirtatious wink in her direction.*

[The Riders]

Widow knew as soon as she felt her opponent buck her shoulder up. She knew that Jess had kicked out preventing one of the biggest wins that could keep her in the running for number one contender. Rolling over looking at the ref with three fingers held up in the air glaring at her That was three damn it... That was three and you know it." slapping the canvas in anger before slowly dragging herself up to her feet.

Reaching down yanking the Texan up to her feet by her hair. "Fine I beat you another way then.." she growls out and throws Jess over the rope onto the floor. Waiting for her opponent to stand up while she is holding on to the ring ropes.

In one impressive shot Widow is able to slingshot herself using the ropes to launch herself into the air. Planning on slamming into Jess with a flying crossbody.

[SubtleRoar]

*This light exhibition match had suddenly become an ongoing war, the ring their battlefield, where only the strongest woman would be able to walk away as the undisputed victor. While hearing Widow complain to the moderator that she had been robbed, her subsequent fury forced The Southern Slammer up and over the top rope, forcing her to take a wicked tumble onto her backside!*

"Nnhhh!" *After her posterior smacked the edge of the arena, Jess flipped herself onto her stomach to keep her eyes trained on Widow, her fear of losing sight of her greater than the discomfort she felt against the outskirts of the ring. Her vigilance was rewarded however, as Widow attempted to seal the deal by vaulting towards the discombobulated Texan, only to be caught mid-dive!*

"G...gotcha!" *The sudden weight initially caused her to stagger, but Jess eventually rediscovered her footing, turning towards the reinforced barriers with a malevolent grin* "H...howsa bout we test yer resiliency?" *She rhetorically asked, charging straight towards the metal wall! She built up a significant amount of momentum before* "WHUD!" *Both women knocked over the steel wall, Jess's last attempt at evening the playing field leaving them both unmoving on the outside floor!*

Spoiler

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[The Riders]

Widow thought this was going to be it. The beating both women have taken during this match, she knew if she landed this flying cross body Jess would be out of it and all she would need to do is crawl back into the ring. Even if it a count out victory it is still a victory in her book, but all of that went out the window when Jess caught her.

Unable to escape and wiggle free in time. Widow back is slammed against the steel wall AAAAHHHHHHH" the steel unable to handle and force and weight gave way. The crowd seeing what happened starts the Holy SHIT chant seeing both women laying prone on the ground.

Laying eagle spread on the floor. A sharp pain in her lower back and neck area as Widow can't even more her body. Dazed and confused she hears what she think is someone counting but with the pounding ache of her head she just lays there, not knowing that she is being counted out due to being on the outside.

[SubtleRoar]

*With the last vestige of her expendable vigor, Jess had managed to prevent herself from being claimed as yet another one of Widow's victims, forcing herself to stagger forward while somehow smashing both herself and the temperamental woman into the reinforced barricade, the action in and of itself claiming both of them due to the confluence of both physical fatigue and the emotional toll the bout took on them!*

"...5....6..." *She could vaguely discern the numbers being called aloud, but despite recognizing their significance in terms of the match itself, she found it impossible to propel herself upward whatsoever.* "Ggrrhh....nnnhh..." *Futilely trying to summon enough vim to regain even a sliver of constitution to claim the victory tantalizing her, Jess was all but ready to embrace the impending count out that awaited them both!*

[The Riders]

The pounding in her head, the feeling of something might have cracked in her chest area. Everything is hurting for the dazed Widow as she groans and tries to roll over onto her side but can't, kicking the floor with her feet as it is it hard to breath as she clutch her right side coughing out blood much to the shock of the fans.

The only morale Widow can take from this is that she almost had Jess beaten. But she decided to try and overpower the brawny Texan and beat her at her own game, which led to this as she closes her eyes passing out from her body not being able to handle the pain any longer.

[SubtleRoar]

"7...8..." *Time continued to march on, much to the tired Texan's detestation, filling the arena with an aura of uncertainty and doubt as to whether either woman could continue. Cradling her midsection with the palm of her trembling hand, she desperately attempted to regain some modicum of control, but unfortunately, it was all in vain- The reservoir of vigor she once had was exhausted, leaving Jess as a crumpled heap against the padding on the floor!*

"9...10!" *The moderator tending to the brawl signaled for the bell, immediately earning the ire of the audience for the anticlimactic finish. However, this hardly concerned Jess whatsoever- She had stood her ground tenaciously, proving she isn't someone to take lightly, and as far as she was concerned had proven her worth to everyone who had witnessed the skirmish themselves. Unfortunately, this had more sentimental value than practical, as the fight itself would be considered a draw.*

"D..dag..n..nabit..." *The weary westerner cursed under her breath, trying to gather her bearings as best she could while clinging to the vestige of personal pride she had left. Her physical wounds were agonizing, but the lasting bruise on her pride would take an indefinite amount of time to fade, a constant reminder that giving it your all doesn't guarantee success.*