Jessica Wright vs. Marisa Wiltsure

[LtLukas]

There was one. Then another. Shin kicks were never going to knock Marissa out, nor were they going to tire Jessica out. She kept them coming in four four time, as if she were the drummer in a marching band going ratatatat on a snare drum. Jessica's eyes never wavered from the darkhaired woman. She was not doing this to seriously harm the woman, although that was certainly welcome. No, she wanted the woman to have a certain response, and it looked like she was getting it.

Jessica feinted that she was going for another shin kick, hoping to get Marisa to raise her leg and brace herself. The second that she did so, Jessica lowered the boom, darting forward for a spear. Kinda of a shame that Marisa backed herself against the ropes, really, because if the spear connected it meant that she would be flying over them.

[Devilish53]

Backing away further and further, Marissa simply could not find a opening from which she could dash through and grab this violet. If she did, she'd likely be taken off her feet with one big sweep that she couldn't avoid. Turning her head slightly, spotting those ropes just a second before she was pressed to them, Marissa's guard would have been somewhat improved had Jessica been aiming high. Her arms raised nonetheless just incase Jessica decided for a change up, Marissa was taken out and then some when the violet threw caution to the wind. Spear connecting straight to the sternum, Marissa's breath poured down her foes back as momentum was thrust upon her torso; with the positioning of the duo indeed leading to quite the tumble.

Her only noted response being to latch her hands upon Jessica's shoulders, pulling her foe with her. If she was going to hit the floor hard, she wanted Jessica to feel some of the pain too!

[LtLukas]

Jessica saw the calculation in Marisa's face as she approached. It brought her great pleasure in making the other woman try to think through things. She always wanted to be the one acting, rather than reacting, and the fact that her shoulder rammed into the middle of the darkhaired woman's chest meant that she was the bull in the situation. It was a shame, though, that Marisa proved to be quite the matador in seizing her the second Marisa started tumbling over the ropes.

Jessica's momentum was used against her. She had some cushion in that Marisa was between her and the ground, but there were still parts of her that slammed into the concrete floor. The Violent Violet groaned and rolled over, but slowly started pushing herself up. It was time to get back up and keep going, even after this moderate set back.

[Devilish53]

The two plucky powerhouses were in the gutter, but evenly so. Marissa of course had little intention to remain on the bottom, but after taking such a impact, it wasn't so easy as merely standing. Though, she'd soon try to, with space created of course.

Hands to her side, somewhat shuffling across that solid surface, Marissa had opted to come to her knees slowly at first, and at a distance that if Jess were to lose her temper and fly at her, she'd have chance to turn it back on her. That was the idea anyway, with her figure coming to a stand if all went as plan.

Dusting off her hands, she'd raise those fists high again, seemingly ready to resume the fight, location be damned.

[LtLukas]

The sudden impact of the blow slowed her ascension. It was only with a grimace on her face and tremendous effort that she managed to get herself on her feet. Once she found her footing, she teetered to the side a little bit before standing up straight once more. Marisa already had her dukes up, ready to take on Jessica.

At least, that is what the darkhaired girl probably thought. Jessica got her hands up and ready to go. Boldly, she moved forward not quite at a full gallop but something more than a trot. Her long legs let her cover the ground quickly, and there could be no mistake as to what her intent was - attack Marissa with such force that the woman would have to relent.

Jessica moved forward and tried to lock up with Marisa, trying to push the woman back.

[Devilish53]

Intent on matching this violent beauty blow for blow, Jessica gained a little ground as she shoved into the Brit, but perhaps not even a fraction of what she was expecting. With every muscle tensing, legs brought back and her own back arched, Marissa was pushing on Jessica as if her life depended on it. Hands to those shoulders, her right would grip upon Jessica's neck soon after, turning the hold into something of a collar and elbow tie up, though one with a little inadvertent nipping on the skin. Her teeth bared to the maximum, Marissa opted to perhaps unwisely focus on regaining those few steps she had just lost, over actually out wrestling Jessica, as her fine legs took a mighty step forward.

[LtLukas]

Jessica got some initial push. She thought that was in large part due to the fact that she was the aggressor, but she would have gladly accepted the argument that it was because of her overwhelming strength. Her strong legs moved forward and forward, and the look of exertion on her face was starting to resemble a grin more and more.

And then something odd happened. Marisa started pushing back, and lo and behold, the darkhaired woman was gaining ground. Jessica grunted, and did her best to get things moving in the right direction again. The muscles in her arm bulged as veins started popping up here and there, but it was no use. Marisa was an avalanche. Instead of getting embarrassed, Jessica opted to spin and judo toss her opponent onto the hard concrete.

[Devilish53]

Marissa wasn't sure if indeed it were possible to shove Jessica. Neither women were huge by any means, but it was apparent from the offset that their power was enough to make your average heavyweight tremble. Surely enough ground came to her, and with it so did a mild grin, as the Brit opted to push and push in hopes of pressing Jessica against something with enough force to restrain her.

The violet however, soon evidently became the sort whom cared not for simply shoving back in an effort to show who was stronger. The Brit learned such a trait, as without even so much as a scream, her figure was thrown through the air.

Back and shoulder blades leading the charge, as her eyes shut for a loud wince.

[LtLukas]

Jessica was shaking. To have such a woman push against you would cause anyone to shake, least of all to come out the worse for it. Her clenched fists could not stay her quivering arms, and a look of frustration appeared on Jessica's face. She felt that she had lost something, and lost something big time. One of the things that she was most proud of was her incredible power, and she had just lost a contest of strength. It was going to be a long road back.

A long road that started now. Jessica crossed the ground quickly, and grabbed at Marissa's hair. She would attempt to irish whip the dark-haired woman back to the ring. Jessica needed a hard reset and getting back into the ring would refresh her, at least she hoped.

[Devilish53]

Marissa's hair wasn't long by any means, though like any set of locks it burned like hell when yanked upon. Arms flailing as if she were a ragdoll, Marissa couldn't muster more than a groan as she reached her feet, before finding a toned set of arms to her one. Eyes forward and sensing where the Violet haired beauty was seeking to throw her, all Marissa could really do was let the action commence.

Her figure coiling into action though as momentum was thrust upon her, with her right leg taking a step further forward than what Jessica was likely hoping for. Body turning as her own force was put upon Jessica's mitts, as she tried to seamlessly reverse the Irish whip upon her foe.