Marzia Servelli vs. Jessica Parker - Humiliation Match

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Match Type: Humiliation Match
Rules: Victory by verbal submission only

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Great. Just great. Marzia wasn't entirely sure if they weren't doing this on purpose now. She was already shy enough, and nervous about having so many eyes on her - but now, they were putting her into a match where her opponent would be going out of her way to embarrass her in front of everyone? Just the thought of it made her heart beat faster in her chest, and her breath grew faster. How was she supposed to handle this? And...how awkward was it going to be? She shuddered at the thought of it, and she soon came to the conclusion that it was better to not think about it too hard.

Not that that was easy.

"Coming first to the ring, from Rome, Italy, MARZIA SERVELLI!"

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Music

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XatNE24uUwc[/youtube]

Taking in a breath and squeezing her fists to try and distract herself, Marzia started to head down towards the ring, hoping to suck in the bright blush on her face before anyone noticed - and not doing a very good job of that. She tried to block out the snickers, squeezing her eyes tight, and barely managed to prevent herself from starting the match off at a disadvantage by realizing she was about to blindly walk into the ring apron and ducking in under the ropes. She lifted her fists and did a few punches at the air to try and focus herself for the match ahead, staring down through narrowed eyes at the entrance ramp for when her opponent would appear.

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It has been quite a while since Jessica Parker has wrestled in LAW. People did remember the one sided beatdown she gave to Talia. Now she has returned to show her dominance in a slightly lighter humiliation match. The redhead didn't mind this decision as she still could enact many of her frustrations on her next unfortunate soul. "It is going to be 2-0 to me in an hour...or day!" thought Jessica deviously licking her lips.This time Jessica decided that her normal attire was appropriate for this occasion. Bearing her Rocket gang shirt, there was now way she was going to lose. Being given her cue, the evildoer gladly left backstage to make her entrance.

"And now entering second to the ring, from the United States, JESSICA PARKER!" said the announcer

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Music

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmjrG5yK_hA

Jessica confidently strutted down the ramp as the crowd gave a mixed reaction. Some revelled in the dominance taking place in the ring whether by heel or face. Others thought it was too far. No matter what the crowd feels Jessica was going to show why she should be number one. The redhead stood up at the apron staying in between the middle rope. She shook her ass for the crowd's enjoyment before fully entering the ring. Jessica had a good look at her opponent and snicker. Despite their weights and ages being quite similar, Jessica easily towered over Marzia. At first glance, you would think they were in separate age groups. Wanting to wind her opponent up, Jessica walked towards the girl in green. "So you are the one I'm facing huh? I am Jessica Parker and you should remember that. After all I am going to make you cry to your mommy in front of hundreds" said Jessica arrogantly. The ex-convict wasn't hiding that she was the heel of the match.

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And just when she thought things couldn't get any worse...suffice to say, they did. Marzia bit her lip, watching as her opponent entered the ring. Quite in contrast to her own demeanor, this woman looked to be the image of confidence, walking in like she owned the place. In a humiliation match like this, this would only give Marzia a disadvantage heading in. Already she could feel the sweat starting to bead on her forehead, and she gulped in a deep gulp as all the possibilities for this to go horribly, horribly wrong flicked through her head. She reminded herself that she would need to collect herself before Jessica noticed her weakness, which she would doubtlessly pounce on if given the chance.

Hearing Jessica introduce herself, Marzia grit her teeth, doing her best to look imposing as she stared forward at her with arched brows, locking eyes with the redhead - though, it was anyone's guess if she succeeded at that. She just knew that she wasn't going to let Jessica think she had already won, at least not if she could help it. "I...I don't care who you are-!" she shouted back. "I just know one thing...and it's that you're going down! Just you wait!" She didn't fully believe her own words, of course. She just thought it was better than admitting defeat.

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Jessica tried to not laugh at Marzia's pathetic attempt at acting brave. It looked like a kitten trying to stand up to a lion. "Oh I'm so scared. The little baby is going to turn me into pieces" said Jessica sarcastically pretending to feign fear. The more confident they are, the more satisfying it is to break the little twerps thought the redhead. "I don't mind holding you down by the way" teased Jessica while winking before blowing a kiss to her shorter opponent. This was all part of the plan to get in her opponent's head. The earlier talk was already working so Jessica was certainly going to have fun in this bout.

DING! DING! DING!

The humiliation match between Jessica and Marzia was on. Jessica with a smug grin circled around her opponent looking to see if there are any weak spots she could easily exploit. A crafty yet risky idea popped in the head of the taller woman. She stood in place and reached out one arm. "Cmon and show me what you got pipsqueak!" said Jessica challenging her opponent whilst gesturing her arm. If things go right, Marzia would be in for a bad start.

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It was quite clear now that Jessica wasn't taking this seriously, and that only made things worse for Marzia. She grit her teeth, her hand balled in a fist at her side, as she tried to hold herself back from striking out. But she knew that she couldn't yet. Not when she wasn't ready, as undoubtedly she'd be putting forth an uncoordinated offense that Jessica would have no trouble countering. No, she had to suck it in and wait for the right moment.

Not that that was going to be easy, especially when Jessica blew her a kiss. Marzia's cheeks flushed red, and she had to bite her tongue to try and hold back any signs that she was getting nervous. "What's...what's that supposed to mean-!?" she blurted out without giving much room for thought, digging her heels against the ground.

But before she knew it, the bell rang, and the match was on. Jessica began to circle the Italian girl, but Marzia was already on her case, snapping her attention towards her as she tried to keep the pace and avoid ending up with her back to her opponent. She knew that would be a risky proposition, and it was one that she had to desire to be in. Jessica kept up her taunts, which only made the tension in Marzia boil to a breaking point. She wanted to be shown what she had, did she? Well, it was time to bring that. Seeing the opportunity, Marzia's brow focused into a glare as she lunged forward to grab Jessica's wrist and pull her arm forward, and with it to throw her knee up towards her stomach.

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Jessica snorted in amusement seeing her opponent fluster from the blown kiss. The crook expected that Marzia had the strength of a butterfly and was slow as a slug. She thought that Marzia wouldn't be able to land a single hit on her body.

Boy she was wrong.

Marzia lunged forward and grabbed Jessica's arm much to the redhead's confusion. "What are you doi-OOOF!" said Jessica before coughing out in pain as her stomach was pressurised by the Italian's knee. It seems Marzia Servelli was quite the crafty one as she successfully landing the first strike. Maybe Jessica needed a little karma for being cocky leaving herself open like this. As a result of the knee attack, Jessica bent her body forward holding her hurt gut. By being too preoccupied with her injury not taking note of her smaller opponent. Could this one attack lead to a follow up move for Marzia? Will this be a stomp...in favour of the Italian?!

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The crowd gasped at the sight of Marzia taking back this match - or at least trying to, at any rate. Even among the audience this looked like a mismatch, and Jessica was quite clearly (figuratively) walking all over Marzia. But then, the brunette showed that she wasn't about to just lie down and take it - and Jessica was paying the price, as she struck a knee straight into her gut!

Hearing the cheers, no less the resounding thud of her knee against the redhead's soft flesh, Marzia started to crack a smile, encouraged. She could do this, she thought to herself! Certainly if the first hit had landed well enough, the next few would be just as easy - maybe Jessica was more bark than bite after all. It was time for Marzia to find that out, as she drew back a fist to swing for her opponent's jaw!

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Jessica would be looking down tending to her hurt stomach. Marzia lined up a punch to the jaw. If this move landed then it would lead to fatal damage on the taller woman's end. The redhead felt the wind change around her. "Something...is coming?" thought Jessica as she sensed an attack coming her way. With only a second to spare, Jessica stepped to the side barely avoiding punch. The crowd gasped once again but this time at seeing the strike being avoided.

"Nice try" commented Jessica with a straight look on her face. She luckily gained her composure and was ready to fight once again. Her first course of action was to grab Marzia's punching arm and twist for an armbar submission. Ironically it looked like she was arresting her opponent."Looks like you got cocky. I have to teach you some respect twerp." said the crook coldly whilst gritting her teeth. The next phase for Jessica is to irish whip Marzia into the ropes. Hopefully upon the rebound, the Italian would be too caught in the thrill to react to the forceful clothesline coming her way.

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As she got ready to land the second blow, Marzia really thought that she had this match turned around. Her heart was pounding, but this time, it was from the thrill of the match, not from her own worries of failure. She could really do this!

Or not, as the case might be - since Jessica managed to get out of the way, leaving Marzia's fist striking nothing but air. Marzia, too, was struck by surprise, her eyes going wide as she looked up to see how the redhead had slipped her attack. "N-No..." was all she could say in response, whispered to no one in particular. And soon she was cut off from any further thoughts, as Jessica grabbed a hold of her fist as it hung it midair, turning her own move against her. The next thing Marzia knew, her arm was being bent behind her, causing her to grit her teeth and struggle in place in an effort to loosen the hold.

What came first, though, was a stunning one-two punch of attacks from Jessica's end, as she used her leverage on Marzia to send her careening into the ropes. "W-Whoah..!!" the Italian girl cried out, careening back towards Jessica - and straight into a clothesline poised for her, which plowed headlong into her chest and sent her doubling back before she collapsed on the ground with a thud, coughing.

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With the activities Jessica has been involved in outside of the ring, it is advised for Jessica know when something dangerous is coming her way. Whether it be a punch or an entire team of cops.

The redhead would be standing up blowing on her hand after landing the wicked clothesline. "You thought you could pull a fast one on me? huh" said Jessica looking down on her opponent. The arena was silent for a seconds before Jessica walked towards the downed Marzia. "Answer me! I said Fucking Answer me" cussed Jessica as she tormented her foe by pressing her foot against the smaller woman's throat choking her slightly. It seems that the crowd was in suspense feeling a little intimidated by the heel.

Feeling that the foot choking wasn't enough, Jessica kneeled down and grabbed Marzia by the neck strangling her. "So tell me what was that about me going down?" said Jessica coldly as she slammed her opponent's head down on the canvas repeatedly while trying to suffocate her.