Jazmine DeLuxe vs Oriane Dubois - Pride and Passion

[JustAUnicorn]

Jazmine felt the knee bury itself deep into Oriane’s midsection and the way the other woman’s body folded around the impact. The grunt that tore out of her was pure satisfaction. She kept that iron grip on the wrist, not letting Oriane drop all the way, holding her there half-doubled over while the pink-haired girl tried to find her legs again. Jazmine’s chest rose and fell steady, that mean little smirk stretching wider as she looked down at her.

“There it is,” Jazmine said, voice low and thick with attitude. She gave the captured wrist a sharp tug, forcing Oriane to stumble a little bit closer. “I knew you couldn't keep up those pretty little dodges forever. Welcome to the real shit, baby.”

She didn’t give her time to recover. Still controlling the wrist, Jazmine yanked Oriane forward and slightly upward so her upper body stayed bent. In the same motion she released the wrist, hooked her right arm tight around the back of Oriane’s neck and head in a three-quarter facelock, and dropped her own weight hard toward the mat. She was attempting to drive Oriane’s jaw and face straight down into her shoulder in a sharp stunner, looking to snap her neck forward and plant both of them in the center of the ring.