Jessica Wright vs. Marisa Wiltsure

[LtLukas]

Jessica found herself surging forward, buoyed by a wild passion that was propelled by the fight for survival. The Violent Violet had just gotten her world rocked, and was determined not to have that happen again. So she was putting everything forward, gaining ground and gaining ground until she found that she had pushed both of them to the ropes. Jessica was grinning, having so easily attained a victory after having lost one just as easily.

Then Marisa met her with a very unwelcome surprise. It had been too easy in retrospect, and Jessica was kicking herself for not recognizing that, but not half as hard as she had just been kneed in the stomach. The Violent Violet doubled over in pain, coughing as she did so.

[Devilish53]

Watching, nay feeling as Jessica doubled over, nearly falling to her knees before the powered Brit, Marissa moved near instantly on that chance given to her. Her follow-up would be a simple but effective one, one she intended to bring Jessica down hard to the ground with, though not for a pinfall attempt. Repeatedly dropping Jessica only to force her to rise was one tactic she was putting to good use in tiring out this fierce foe.

Hands clutching her head as Jessica bent forward infront of her, a simple pivot of her hips and legs would see them both brought down to the canvas, as Marissa opted for a swinging neckbreaker. One she immediately sat up from, given she sought a instant rise.

[LtLukas]

Jessica's mind was moving fast. She had to be thinking fast. Any impartial observer could see that she was getting her ass kicked so far, and even the haughty Jessica had to admit that things were not moving in the right direction. But with her head ringing and her stomach still pulsing with the pain of the blow, it was hard to do anything, least of all think. She knew that she was in a bad position. Anything that she would be able to produce was going to be pure instinct.

The second that she felt herself rotating along the axis, she went with it. She was not sure why her foot planted hard and then burst up. She would try and swing all the way around, twisting in the air as she did so, and using all of her momentum to ensure that Marisa hit the ground first!

[Devilish53]

Marissa had already committed to the move when she felt Jessica pivot; body rotating far too quickly to cease the neckbreaker that she had begun, but was now used against her. Feeling Jessica's shoulders land atop her own, with the violet's head on her collarbone almost, Marissa let loose a grunt from that awkward landing with her arms slipping free from her foes head. Spread eagle for but a moment, she'd try to put her hands to Jessica's head, noting that the violent beauty would surely be in a better state now, as she gave a little shove.

[LtLukas]

Jessica was ready to go for more and more, but Marisa had not taken as much damage as she had. So as Jessica was moving forward, her opponent had the werewithal to push her back, frustrating Jessica's attempt to rend this darkhaired woman's head from her shoulders. She bounced up and moved onto the attack once more. The Violent Violet was going to have to dig deep and push past the immense pain she was feeling and get two pins before Marisa got one.

And the way that she was going to do that was offense, offense, offense. She would try and grab at her opponent, and if she were lucky, she would go for a quick belly to belly suplex. And if she were not, well, Marisa was going to be right there and really ticked off.

[Devilish53]

Marissa was simply rolling with the punches almost; keeping her body out of harm as much as she could, whilst keeping close enough so that if Jessica were to slip, she'd be there to catch her. And soon enough it appeared the violet did indeed do such, as to Marissa it appeared as though the violet was ducking right before her.

Her intentions soon became apparent mind, as Marissa's constant backpedalling meant she was caught out with her arms too far to stop the grip. Her figure coming off the ground as quick as could be, before it was driven to the canvas with the busty figure landing square ontop of her. Naturally, with quite the cry escaping her lips.

[LtLukas]

Jessica was advancing fast and hard now. She wasn't sure if it was adrenaline or fury or just plain old spite, but every step forward brought about a surge of energy that propelled Jessica forward. And the Violent Violet was just happy to ride the wave. Marisa was retreating before her. She idly wondered if the blackhaired woman could feel the malevolent power that sent her straight into battle.

And if she didn't feel it in the run up, she would certainly feel the after effects. Jessica's attack came off with a certain sense of fierceness that came when your back was in the corner. But Jessica's bloodlust would not be sated after only one of such attacks, far from it.

Jessica would not relent. She bent down to pick her opponent up once more so that Marisa's back was to her. With one great stroke, she would attempt to lift her opponent up and over for a German suplex!

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What happened next was almost a blur to Marissa, as that belly to belly left her in quite the state. Trying to buck her shoulders only out of reflex, simply seeking to avoid a possible pin attempt that could have followed after the slam, Marissa could do nought as Jessica shoved her onto her front. Before her hands could even put themselves flat to the mat, the Brit let out quite the guttural yelp as her midriff was pulled in; her figure hoisted up into the air from a laying position.

The German suplex earned near enough the same end result as the first of its kind, with the Brit roaring out upon impact before near enough going lame. Her body practically motionless, as the pain of this encounter began to set in.

[LtLukas]

Jessica rose from the mat, and turned to face Marisa. The darkhaired beauty was lying motionless now thanks to the two quick suplexes. It occurred to her that she could perhaps go for a pin right then and there, but she did not want to take chances. Especially not after she was already down one, and not really making that one count. But as she approached her foe, she knew that she could really make Marisa earn whatever was coming next in blood and sweat.

She got Marisa on her back and then sat herself on the small of Marisa's back. Moving quickly, she would try to prop the woman's arms up in the inside crook of her legs and snake her hands around the underside of Marisa's chin. Then Jessica would pull upwards, going for a camel clutch. A move that hurt, to be sure, but was humiliating as everyone focused on the ravenhaired beauty's chest!

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Marissa's arms slumped one way then the other, almost as if she was caught in a breeze as both her foe moved her around, and her own body recoiled from the hits it had taken. Her eyes were askew, not fully shut but not fully open, as she tried to make sense of what was happening. When she did, she was already set upon again, with her arms taken out of the situation and pinned behind Jessica's knees.

Immediately Marissa began to yelp; eyes closing fully as pain took over. The timing of the camel clutch didn't appear to be something left on chance, given Jessica's own moves had near enough numbed the Brit's back, well enough to the point where a good bend would have near enough twice the effect.

Naturally Marissa's hands slapped against the legs that bound them; head shaking as if to deter that grip upon her cheek, if such a thing was even done at all never mind easily.