Jenna vs Brielle (Fiesty POW rules)

[Lucia the dominant]

Jenna felt in full control smirking as she planned even more to do to the goth. "Look at these purty little locks of yours." Jenna said as she would try and reach down to grab a hand full of the goths hair only to then feel a sudden sharp pain between her legs as her eyes crosssed the cowgirl was stunned as her head was caught beneath the other girls arm "N...nooo wai-" the cowgirl was cutoff and slammed to the mat with a DDT!

Jenna's arms flopped out beside her as her eyes crossed and a bit of drool leaked out of her mouth trying to come back too.

[Afterhoursclub]

"Oh.. that looked like it hurt, honey!"

Brielle smirked, lying next to her dazed foe, she gave the blonde a few hard slaps on her cheek in another taunting gesture, making sure Jenna was not completely knocked out after the thunderous impact.

"Hey! Anyone home?" she gave a couple more mocking slaps, not really caring if she got a response from the cowgirl or not. Brielle stood back up again and promptly grabbed hold of the blonde's hair, pulling her to a standing position. If she were successful, the goth girl would continue with her devilish plan.

"Let's try that again, shall we?" she laughed, looking at Jenna's stunned expression. "Tell me if this hurts, okay?"

Brielle wrapped one arm around Jenna's neck and dropped her to the mat once more with another hefty DDT.

[Lucia the dominant]

Jenna was a drooling mess after her head was driven into the mat with a huge DDT. The cowgirl sputtering out half recognizable slurs in a dazed anger still trying to get her bearings straight as she felt a few slaps to her cheek. "Y....yaaa dar..n sk..ank get o..ffa me!" Jenna blurted out sounded like she was drunk from so much of a daze.

She then felt as a hand latched onto her hair as she was pulled up to her feet and stuffed back under the goth's arm hearing the girl tease another. "N....no not agai-!" The cowgirl was cutoff once again as her head bounced off the mat laying still as this put her back into a complete daze once more with everything spinning amd ringing in the cowgirls ears.

[Afterhoursclub]

-THUD-

The thunderous noise of Jenna's head clashing against the canvas for the second time in a row came like music for the goth's ears. Brielle kept smiling, looking down at her dazed opponent. Her eyes were half open, and she was making some strange noises that made the dark-haired girl burst out laughing.

"Yeah, you don't seem to be doing too well, honey..." Brielle said while chuckling; however, she didn't take long before continuing with her offense. She was starting to tip the match in her favor, and she wasn't gonna let the momentum go to waste. The goth jumped on top of Jenna, crossing the blonde's legs together and pressing against them with her lap, then she seized both of the cowgirl's wrists and crossed her arms right in front of her own face, trapping Jenna in a "straight-jacket" hold. After that, Brielle pulled tight from the blonde's limbs, effectively choking her with her own arms.

"Let's see if you like this one!" a malicious grin on her face. "It's one of my favorites!"

Straight Jacket Hold

[Lucia the dominant]

Jenna's head was driven hard to the mat with a second DDT jarring her brain putting her back into a daze as she muttered slurs at the goth. Jenna squirned trying to get a grasp on things when the goth junped onto her back before she could folding her legs across as she felt her opponents hips press against her legs trapping them as her wrists were caught aswell by Brielle.

"G....gett offf me!" Jenna barked as suddenly her own arms were brought back against her throat tight wrists held behind her ears. Jenna squirned as she was trapped as she bagan to lose air and her limbs were streched tight. "G.....gahhh!" the cowgirl sputtered in a choked voice trying to wriggle as much as she could.

[Afterhoursclub]

"Ooh, you have a lot of energy!" Brielle was excited, wrenching the limbs of her opponent and having a blast while watching the blonde struggling, this only motivated her to keep going m

"Let's see how long you can last, love!"

Right after saying this, Brielle pulled from Jenna's wrists with even more force, causing her to bend her back further. Choking the cowgirl more with her own arms. She could hear the cracking and the popping off her victim's spine.

"Ouch! I bet this must be such a delight for you!" Brielle continued to tease.

[Lucia the dominant]

Jenna was trapped in a dangerous hold from her opponent. She wriggled trying to pry loose any weak area only to find herself stuck being choked by her own arms. Jenna was trying to think of a way put fast when suddenly her wrists were pulled even tighter as her back began to pop from the pressure "GAHHHH!! GET OFFA ME DAMNIT!" Jenna yelled in frustration.

The cowgirl had to think fast as she would attempt to yank her wrists foward to bring Brielle in as she would swing her head back attempting a headbutt.

[Afterhoursclub]

Truth be told, Brielle was enjoying just twisting and pulling poor Jenna; she could easily have stayed the whole night, turning the girl into a pretzel until the blonde just passed out from the pain.

"Why not?" she questioned herself, still gripping her victims hands. "You seem to like being treated like this, don't you?" Another tug prompted more muffled screams from the cowgirl. The Goth gal was having maybe too much fun...

Too much for her own good even...

Brielle got too distracted in her own dominance that she didn't perceive the moment that Jenna suddenly shifted her weight forward, dragging her along. And then...

-THUD-

The back of Jenna's head smashed right against her face, and the dark-haired girl released the hold instantly.

"Arggh..." she cried out while landing backwards against the ring canvas, with both hands holding her pained features.

[Lucia the dominant]

Jenna squirmed as she tried to think of a way out fast as it was getting pretty bad. Her arms being stretched thin with her legs going numb from the hold. The cowgirl then pulled hard to the mat bringing the goth with her and swinging her head back landing a well placed headbutt seemingly one of the only ways to escape the hold. Jenna was released from the goths grip as she fell foward. "Ya darn skank! Youll pay fer that!"

Jenna yelled as she would attempt to stand however suddenly she would fall flat as her legs were numb from the blood loss that hasnt recirculated yet. Jenna's head pounded from the impact as she was still in a bad spot herself trying to buy enough time for the blood to flow back. "So tell me hon' what brotcha into wresslin?" The cowgirl asking the question with a smirk trying to bide her time.

[Afterhoursclub]

"Ghh...!" A pained groan left the goth girl as she held her face with both hands, leaning down on the canvas. The impact had been unexpected, so Brielle had received the headbutt in full, without a single chance to protect herself or dodge. She expected the blonde to try to capitalize while she was vulnerable, but... nothing happened...

Brielle peeked through her fingers and saw Jenna having just as much trouble as she was getting up. A sudden smirk drew back on the goth girl's features, who took a few moments to lean down on the canvas and get some rest, stretching her arms to the sides.

"What?..." She then heard Jenna's question, seemingly coming out of nowhere. This caught Brielle by surprise, but nonetheless, she obliged. "Why... I love torturing cute girls like yourself, honey..." Brielle replied, with no lack of sarcasm and threat in her words. Getting more comfortable leaning on her side while keeping her gaze fixed on the Blonde. She would normally just lunge right back at her prey, but Brielle was curious about Jenna's response... she couldn't help but enjoy trying to get under her foe's skin...