Jessica Wright vs. Marisa Wiltsure

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Hardcore rules: no disqualification. Best two out of three pinfalls. Continued from here.

That was it. Marisa laid hands on her. Jessica had already recognized that the point of no return had been transgressed, and she could not go back now even if she wanted to. Jessica went reeling back a little bit as she was in talk mode, and not fight mode. But it was nary a second before Jessica found her sea legs again, and she came roaring back. The Violent Violet tossed the microphone aside, recognizing that the time for talking was over. Jessica was going to have to act now, and act fast, if she wanted to get one back on her malevolent opponent.

She surged forward, her face now showing her unholy rage. Jessica pushed back, right in that chest of Marisa's. Only, she would not just rely on the push. She had some awfully long legs that could generate quite a lot of power. The only problem was, that she needed a little bit of space. Luckily for her, that pushed secured her the area that she needed. She brought a strong leg up, and it was headed straight for Marisa's head!

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Marissa did not intend to waste time talking and playing friendly with the violet, but she had to admit, she didn't expect things to skip that quickly to the violence. Not that she complained. Albeit, with what Jessica opted to open the match with, she may have done so internally. The throwing of that microphone almost the ringing of a bell, Marissa would be given absolutely no time to prepare herself, as Jessica launched into her with hands to her modest bosom, pushing with a strength befitting a woman perhaps twice her size. Marissa herself was strong, but with only a half brace and such might against her, it was no surprise to even her that she began to slip backwards. Although, she'd take solace in the fact she kept herself on her feet; back hitting the ropes and that momentum carrying her forward, before the Brit was given a reason to perhaps hope said push had in fact knocked her off them.

For the moment she returned, Jessica opted to make something of a doormat of her good looks; practically big-booting the plucky Brit's head off her shoulders, as that strong frame went nigh instantly to its back. Head and shoulders leading the charge, Marissa's confidence was now placed with pure disorientation, as both hands slipped behind to her long spiky locks; massaging as best she could that already intense nauseous feeling, with her eyes even opting to shut a shade.

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Jessica felt the push off. Time slowed. Marissa was a live wire and Jessica knew that the clock was ticking fast. Any attack that she launched was going to have to come fast and brutal and without hesitation. Her purple eyes narrowed as her long leg soared through the air. Jessica let out a breath, trying to find some inner calm as she went through the attack. She needed to be lively, yet not reckless. Her cavalier attitude had earned her a nasty loss at the hands of Lilliana, and Jessica vowed to herself that such a night was never going to happen again.

When the kick hit home, she was inwardly elated. It was a nice clean blow, unfettered by an attempt to block or any holding back. The strike sent Marissa to the mat immediately, and Jessica wondered how the dark-haired woman remained awake. Jessica chose not to dwell on the point for too long though, lest she lose the opportunity that she had just seized for herself.

The Violent Violet bent down and grabbed that dark hair of Marisa's. With both hands she would attempt to lift her opponent up to her feet. And then a strong uppercut into Marisa's gut would hopefully buy her even more time...

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Dazed and with the sense of where she was at even somewhat fleeting, Marissa was the very definition of vulnerable. Albeit in Jessica's desire to bring about a rather specific world of pain upon the spiky haired Brit, she had perhaps forgone the choice of simply stomping or striking at Marissa's gut from a strong standing spot in favour of having the sight of knocking the girl flat on her ass again.

Needless to say, even disoriented, Marissa had little intent on being Jessica's play thing.

Her figure sandbagging the powerful violets all the way to her feet, seemingly taking on the form of some lifeless being in an effort to lower Jessica's guard, it would only be as her foe reared back for that blow that Marissa suddenly came alive.

By snapping forward with a hit of her own. Namely, a sharp rising knee, with the Brit seeking a connection before Jessica even began to rear forward. In the process, seeing just how spongy the large bosom of Jessica was, given Marissa sought to apparently flatten them with her leg.

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Jessica sent the blow forward. Her hips had rotated and she was bringing the full torque into the move. The point of no return had far been exceeded, and Jessica was beginning to regret not seizing the moment when she had Marisa down on the canvas. That is usually what Jessica went for, those blows and stomps while her opponent could not fight back. Marisa came to life in the worst possible way, and now there was nothing Jessica could do about it.

Marisa's strike slammed into her chest. Only by the grace of her quick feet and quicker instincts did she manage to stay upright. She clutched her stomach and grimaced. There was now a little bit of distance between them and Jessica was not doing so hot. Sure, she had not been kicked in the head, but she was not leaving that little exchange any better off for her troubles.

She crouched into her wrestling stance, that much wiser and that much worse for the wear. Throwing down a challenge like the one she had was prone to lead to some serious women. So Jessica inched forward once more, looking for any opportunities that opened themselves to her. And if that didn't happen, she was going to have to think of a way to make those opportunities happen...

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That knee connecting, Marissa wasn't the sort to take solace nor satisfaction from hitting neither female nor male opponents in vulnerable spots. The shot to Jessica's bust wasn't meant to be anything other than a retaliation for what she considered a cheap shot of the violets own; a knee delivered to a spot she took no gratification from hitting, despite the many delighted cries of the audience. Needless to say, if Jessica left her with no choice or took things to such a place that Marissa considered things to be deserving of such cheap shots, the Brit wouldn't hold back in making that bouncy bosom jiggle again.

Rolling her shoulders for but a moment, with the briefest of head tilts to try and get some blood flowing, Marissa's pose mimicked Jessica's own; those hands raised high, though not so that her midriff was left wide open. Dancing almost with Jessica, pivoting one way as the violet went the other, Marissa was keen to see if a woman as brash as Jessica seemed did indeed wrestle in such a manner too. For now, she was more than happy to keep her distance, and see if the mere act of lazily avoiding her foe would bring about the violet's fury.

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Jessica was awaiting something that was never destined to pass. Had she been the one to launch such an attack on such a vulnerable part of the body, she would have followed up in an instant, seizing the advantage with both hands and not relenting until one of the two were passed out. But Marissa chose to hang back a little bit, waiting for Jessica to come at her. It puzzled Jessica for a moment, and then it annoyed her. Marissa clearly thought she was better than her if the dark-haired bitch thought she could sit back and go for the counter. The Violent Violet was going to teach her that the overwhelming force that she possessed was enough to carry the day.

And she was going to show that. She took a step forward, feinting a jab with her left before bringing a hook around with her right. Her feet were planted and Jessica had committed to the hook with everything that she had. Her muscles tensed as she went through with the move, and her purple eyes flashed with hatred.

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A boxing match? Well, Marissa wasn't alien to a little bare knuckle focus in a fight, but she had little intention of keeping the rest of the encounter in such a manner. Luckily, the general look of Jessica, suggested things would take a turn towards more wrestling style attacks sooner or later. For now, the Brit was more than happy to beat her in this form of stand-up.

Or so she figured.

Fists raised as Jessica flew in, Marissa's mitts were raised for a jab that never came, as instead Jessica's opposing arm came in wide. With power and distance behind it, Marissa didn't need the facts spelt out for her to be told the strike was unavoidable. And there was no blocking with this one.

But rather than stand like a simple target, Marissa paced back with the direction of the blow. Such meant that whilst the punch still packed a wallop, enough to make the Brit roar out through bared teeth, the damage was mitigated atleast a little by the fact Marissa rolled with it.

Fists raised and face adopting a look that told Jessica she wasn't done, the Brit stepped forward with hands raised. She didn't throw a strike, and such told Jessica almost that it was her turn again almost. Not that Marissa intended to let this one hit.

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Jessica was putting a lot of force into the blow. Perhaps it was a little unwise to go so hard this early in the match, given that there almost certainly would be weapons later, on top of the fact that this was going to be an ironwoman match. She was going to have to go long enough to outlast a lot of things that Marisa threw her way if she wanted to come out of this match with a victory. Sure, the blow had hit something, but it was not good enough. She was going to have to do better.

And that enraged her. There was not a lot of space between them, and as she carried out her next move, she inwardly wondered if she had enough. Jessica pivoted to the side a little, to allow herself that bit more torque. Her right leg rose up and sliced through the air toward the side of Marisa's stomach. All the while Jessica had her hands up, ready to defend what was coming next.

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Staying on the defence right up until that pivotal moment, Marissa's simple yet hopefully effective plot was to latch upon that leg with both her mitts, ideally stifling the blow and giving her a leg to work with. Plans were made to fail though, as a attempted hook of that leg instead turned into a simple attempt at stifling the power, what with both arms raised and pressed out. Jessica's thigh simply moved too quickly, with too much power, for Marissa to latch onto it as if it were easy game.

She wouldn't be caught out however, even if the pain in her arms rose sharply from that strike. Her body stepping in the direction Jessica kicked it, Marissa sought to suddenly rear backwards with the side that was struck; her figure rotating briskly, with her left arm raising throughout that full spin motion.

Elbow soon pointed at the end of said spin, as Marissa sought to close the distance and strike at her foe with one fell swoop, with something of a high discus lariat.