Jessica Wright vs. Marisa Wiltsure

[LtLukas]

Jessica's risky attack hit. Not as directly as she would have liked, but it still must have inflicted some damage for it to have sent Marisa so far back like that. The Violent Violet's eyes traced her opponent as she was sent to the ropes. She prayed to the wrestling gods that Marisa would hold on to them, trying to get some bearings. If Jessica were quick enough, she would be able to get back up and continue the assault, especially critical if Marisa hung out in such a vulnerable position.

But she couldn't get that. Instead, Marisa came bounding back, and looked to get a kick in. Jessica brought her limbs in doing what she could to defend anything that she could. The kick came into her stomach. It was slowed by her own legs, but she felt quite a lot of it.

[Devilish53]

Marissa near collapsed onto her own front following the kick, such was the force of her own attack done in by the general strain on her figure from this encounter. She couldn't slow down now though; Jessica had showed fury at lesser attacks than a mighty strike to her ribs, and Marissa had no intention of finding out what painful reprisal she had in mind. Getting onto her own knees, the Brit would turn, facing Jessica now with her hands to her shoulders. With a sudden pull, she'd seek to get Jessica sitting upright, ideally without any sense of the danger such a posture presented.

A danger that became ever more so as Marissa kicked off her feet, to run to the ropes Jessica was now facing. Fully intending to return yet again, this time diving at her foe for a lariat as she sat.

[LtLukas]

Jessica was on her knees now. The pain in her ribs was clouding her vision, so she could not exactly tell why. But she was clutching them tightly. It didn't feel like anything was broken, but she knew that she had been hammered pretty badly. But now she was looking up to see Marissa coming at her fast and hard. Her eyes were wide open for all the good that did her.

She found herself hammered down to the canvas, crying out in pain.

[Devilish53]

A diving lariat to a foe sat up was never a move Marissa had done before, but it wasn't exactly one that needed practice. With her arm straight in her foes top half, Marissa naturally fell atop the violet haired figure, given she had just thrown her entire body weight at her to add to the blow.

Her figure climbing across her fully a mere instant after, in an effort to see how far a pinfall attempt would get her.

[LtLukas]

Jessica felt the entire weight of Marisa going through her, and then on top of her. It felt as if it were the entire cosmos coming down on the Violent Violet, given how much damage she had taken so far in this match. Her whole body was sore now after the first pin, and now Marisa was going for another one. She gritted her teeth.

ONE!

The ref girl counted. Jessica winced. Okay, she didn't have enough power right now. But in a second, she would have to dig deep and give it everything that she had in order to get back into this.

TWO!

Jessica breathed in. With all her might, she pushed out and up, doing what she could to get the darkhaired beauty off her.

[Devilish53]

Marissa didn't resist the push up attempt when it came, given if Jessica wasn't ready to realise her defeat yet, then there was no use in wasting her strength trying again. Quickly coming off her violet haired foe, Marissa looked to rise, hand to her opponents short locks to force her to join her. She had every intention of bringing Jessica upright fully, but she'd stop as the violet reached a kneeling point, as she herself got standing.

Her right leg swinging up and forward, to greet Jessica's torso with a rough shoot style kick, that would ideally leave the crowd wincing.

[LtLukas]

Jessica was on her knees, in front of a very pissed off dark haired lady. She had saved herself from a certain defeat, but she was far from out of the woods yet. Marisa was going for something, but she did not know what. The Violent Violet flung herself back and sent her legs flying forward, in a last ditch attempt to hit Marisa in the ankle while she was off balance.

If that didn't work, she was going to have to deal with a powerful kick coming straight into her.

[Devilish53]

Marissa was seeking to kick Jessica's top half into the stands if she could, when the violet despite her aggressive tendencies surprised Marissa with a move smarter than most would even consider. On one foot, Marissa was primed for a sweep as her shorter haired foe took her stance from her; making her not only outright miss, but fly through the air. When she landed, she'd be half on her back and half on her side, fist clenched as she banged the canvas. Evidently she was quite aware of the fact she would have looked foolish and then some; appearing more akin to a cartoon character slipping on a banana skin than a dangerous wrestler.

[LtLukas]

Jessica felt the foot connect with the back of Marisa's ankle, and knew that she was home safe. It was nice to see that she could generate enough power in one leg sweep to send Marisa all but flying, and she was going to ride that adrenaline surge for as long as it lasted. The instant that the sweep connected, Jessica was on her feet, surging at her beautiful darkhaired opponent to try and get the drop on her.

Literally.

She took a few quick steps and then jumped up into the air to score a quick leg drop on her opponent, to keep her down for a bit.

[Devilish53]

Marissa's fall was more an embarrassing inconvenience than something that would put her out of the match on account of pure pain, but it was enough to set her up for the move that followed, that would indeed be a painful one. Her arms already crossing in anticipation of the fact Jessica rose ahead of her and was already moving to cause her pain, Marissa's body jiggled like jelly as the leg was driven into her waistline. The air flowing out of her as if she was a popped balloon, with her figure still to say the least after wards.