Jessica Wright vs. Mayori

[LtLukas]

Jessica sneered. Mayori had managed to get her shoulder up in time. Any further delay, and that would have been that, but the Japanese woman managed to prolong the match. It was now Jessica's time to make sure that the Hachigo spent the remainder of the evening regretting that the match had not ended then and there. She slumped off Mayori, rolled away, and then rose from the mat. She was sweating now in earnest. The match was still fairly young, all things considered. But her fatigue was something that she would have to be mindful of, especially given her penchant for pulling off power moves.

She brushed her hair aside, and crouched into her wrestling stance. "Did you like the taste of my tits? Because after I win I can take you back to my dressing room. And we can have some fun. If you fucking beg for it." Jessica stood up a little taller now, letting her full frame get on display, including her rather large chest. She wanted Mayori to know what would be coming.

[Caduces]

Mayori struggled just to roll onto her side.

The Hachijo girl was still shaking off the stun of that whiplashing slam. As Jessica spoke to her from a looming position, Mayori could feel the match slipping away from her. In her mind, this contest was going to be a more even one. That power move realigned her notion that her opponent was more favored in the fight, but this did not mean that her victory was assured.

The girl in white made it onto her belly and began to push back up from the canvas with her arms and knees. The terrible ache in her neck and shoulders caused her to let out a pained moan, "...haooohhh...". She could not remain in this position for long with such a powerhouse opponent lingering nearby. She needed to get more distance or go straight up onto her feet. Mayori chose to attempt the latter.

Unfortunately, she stumbled in the attempt and ended up falling and leaning against Jessica. Mayori's left arm hooked around Jessica's right and the Hachijo girl's legs managed to keep her from falling back down to her knees.

[LtLukas]

Jessica watched this woman struggle. She wondered why she didn't just stay down and let the night be over. The Violent Violet wondered what she was fighting for. Jessica knew what made her step in the ring, time and time again. To win, and to keep winning until she got one of those shiny belts. After taking such a beating, only the truest of desires would propel this woman to her feet, and have her tilting at Jessica again. She wanted to see just how far this woman would go to pursue her desires.

The Violent Violet braced as Mayori came at her. Instead of attacking, the woman just sort of slumped against her. Jessica staggered back for a second with the newfound weight on her. She wasn't really sure what to do. The Violent Violet could deal with someone attacking her, but this was just Mayori trying to rest, trying to find a moment's respite.

There was no way in hell that Jessica was going to give it to her. Mayori had an arm kinda pinned, but Jessica was fine with that. She reached around Mayori's back with her other arm and lifted her from the ground, before turning her slightly to the side and going straight down for a belly to belly suplex. With Jessica Wright in the ring, there would be no downtime.

[Caduces]

Mayori's drive was intact, though her physical endurance and resolve was nearing its breaking point.

She managed to stay on her feet, but Jessica had an easy picking on the Hachijo girl and took advantage. Mayori felt Jessica's own left arm wrap around her waistband. Next thing she saw was the ring's top rope go far beneath her line of sight and she was being spun in midair.

The white-clad girl clashed with the glare from the ring lights for a moment and then her upper back met the canvas, completing the suplex.

"...AHHHnhhh...nhh..."

Mayori's abs were briefly jolted by the majority of Jessica's powerful upper body. The poor girl's arms formed a "Y" above her head. The way she landed caused one leg to bound off canvas and limply drape the back of one Jessica's boot heels. Mayori's bangs on the right side of her face matted against her forehead and partially covered her left eye. Her bright teeth slightly showed through her lips and Jessica could see a tint of pink along her gums.

Mayori must have either bitten the side of her cheeks or her mouth was so rattled by the fight that her gums bled a small amount. She was ripe for the referee to check on given such an impact...and for Jessica to admire the beautiful mess she had made.

[LtLukas]

Jessica was right on top of her. She had made a gigantic mess of her opponent, and was really enjoying what it looked like. She had made women bleed before, but never quite like this. The sadistic Jessica hovered over Mayori, looking directly in her face. Suddenly, a dark idea came into her head, and Jessica quickly acted on it. Partly because she didn't want the ref girl to come over and check on Mayori, but mostly just because she thought it would be fun.

She moved to brush the hair that was covering Mayori's eye, and leaned in. Jessica was moving to kiss Mayori right on the lips, wanting to taste the blood that she had just earned from her opponent. Blood was full of iron and had a rusty taste, but she was hoping that the blood would be nice and sweet. She was moving her tongue around enough to get all of it, at any rate. And her strong hands were on Mayori's side, keeping her in place. She moved them a bit up and down, to see if Mayori would respond to her own sensuality.

But the shame and embarrassment would not be enough. There would have to be more violence. She gathered herself up and moved to pluck Mayori from the ground and drape her across her broad shoulders. It was a torture rack, but she called it a Cyclone Rider. That made the move her own, especially she was particularly mean when bending the poor woman on her shoulders...

[Caduces]

Mayori was not ready for what came right after the suplex born in the sky.

Her dimmed eyes peaked open. She caught sight of Jessica Wright's nostrils and immediately felt something forceful and thirsty within her mouth. She knew immediately that it was her opponent's tongue. What was she doing, the shocked Hachijo girl immediately thought.

The arms that formed the Y above her head meagerly flailed against the sides Jessica's shoulders. This was a humiliating situation for her to be in. Her opponent had her on her back and was deeply kissing her, either to further demonstrate her dominance, taunt her opponent or worse. Mayori was made aware of some of the other kinds of matches this organization hosted and had only signed on for physical competitions based on combat alone. The thought of this match becoming a contest that she did not agree made her shake with fear. Or had she agreed to this? The language barrier may have allowed this kind of match finish.

All of these things ran through her mind in the few seconds Jessica spent with her tongue against Mayori's teeth and gums - which were licked clean of the pink hue. Then, Mayori felt Jessica's hands, which were holding her down during that episode, move to her wrists. She was pulled up into a standing position for a moment and then yanked into Jessica's stooped torso. With another swift motion that took the Hachijo girl up, Jessica now had Mayori facing the ring lights with her body bowed over a pair of rugged, muscular shoulders.

Mayori returned from her journey to mental shock to physically awed as she was held up in a move she hadn't trained for. She had seen and felt torture racks during her meager training at the academy, but this one was different. Her opening scream in the hold would generate sympathy from the crowd and no one else. Not even Jessica Wright.

Her knees became rigid under her leg armor. Her arms hung behind and before Jessica's taught bicep. The referee would have a time trying to communicate with her given Jessica's modified hold didn't allow face to face interaction between her victim and the official. Mayori's dark hair was no longer kept in the styled ponytail. It flowed over Jessica's shoulders and down her right arm. The Hachijo girl's strained abs rapidly moved up and down with each stifled breath the Cyclone Rider allowed passage. Mayori was nearing her physical limits of punishment given the demoralizing kiss and prior moves she suffered. But, it was that kiss that really softened her resolve and that's all she had to go on before that moment. Could she remember enough Sun Tzu to spur her through this agonizing hold and keep from submitting?

"AHHHOHHH! UGHHHH!"

[LtLukas]

Jessica loved that kiss. It looked like the crowd liked it quite a lot too, given how they were cheering and hooting raucously as Jessica used her sexuality in an offensive manner. As she was going at it, she remembered the old prisoner of war matches she would sometimes engage in back in Iowa. When she really hated a girl, she would beat her and then fuck her brains out. With their bodies pressed together, she wondered what it would be like to put this woman in handcuffs and then take her to some place private. Or not so private. Depending on how much Jessica felt like humiliating someone in that particular moment.

But that wasn't the type of match that this was. No, this was going to end in a regular fashion. With a pin, and with Jessica winning. Jessica pulled on her opponent a little bit more, wringing out even more pain from the woman. She felt Mayori tighten up a little bit, doing what little she could to stave off some pain. That brought joy to Jessica's heart. There was no way that this could be mitigated, no way that the sharp sensation was going to be delayed. This was it.

But Jessica was going to add a little bit of humiliation to the suffering. She got her legs a little bit wider, and then dipped down in a squat. The Violent Violet had impressive leg strength, and she was showing it off now. Jessica squatted once more, to the hoots and jeers of the crowd. Jessica was practically bursting with power, and she was not shy about showing it off at every opportunity. She went down for the third and final time, bouncing up with a little bit more energy to get that little extra bit into the submission.

But all good things must come to an end. With a flourish, she leaned back and cast Mayori off her. She didn't know if there was a name for this throw. But she knew that if she put some strength into it, it was going to hurt.

[Caduces]

Mayori felt the hold increase and decrease in its magnitude of pain dispensing. Once. Twice.

She cried out with each crescendo, each pumping of Jessica's solid thighs. Her arms tensed at the shoulders and fell limp with elevating and lowering of the world around her. The darkened arena stands were prevalent, then she saw the middle rope. It felt like the submission hold was going to last forever. Though she had only been pumped up three times, it felt like more.

Then on one of those risings, Mayori suddenly felt nothing beneath her. Then, a clashing of her body and the ring jolted her jaw shut. The poor wrestler was just thrown out of a torture rack and left to hit the canvas face up and without warning. Had her body been any more tensed before impact, it would have injured her. But since she was adequately worked over and beaten by Jessica, she was lucid and ragdolled.

Mayori's arms rested above her head. Her left leg was bent at the knee and out to her side. She couldn't let a single moan escape her lips, given the air taken out of her body. Her mind in a fog and body tenderized under her white and red two piece, she was wide open for whatever would come next from the powerful woman that almost put her into the ring light brackets.

[LtLukas]

Jessica turned around. Mayori was just lying there. A snicker shimmered across her face as she took a step forward, as she knew that she had the world at her fingertips right now. The rough slam had rendered the Japanese woman motionless and the crowd stood on their feet in anticipation, wondering what the next move would be. As Jessica moved towards Mayori, she was wondering a little bit herself, but her mind quickly decided on a powerful and devastating move.

That one bent leg gave Jessica an idea. She bent down to pick her opponent up and tucked her head into her armpit. From there, she bent down to pick Mayori up by the crook of her knee and lift the smaller woman above her head.

The Violent Violet was going for a fisherman's suplex, one that would double up on the pain that she had just inflicted with the Cyclone Rider and the throw.

[Caduces]

Mayori was nearly all dead weight as Jessica grabbed on.

The Hachijo girl seemed to want to grasp on to her opponent’s legs to steady herself as she was brought up to her feet. Mayori nearly got a decent grip on her opponent’s gladiatrix skirt, but then she was powered into Jessica’s grapple more forcefully. Her chin was roughly made to touch her upper chest, her head put into her opponent’s underarm.

The girl tried to scoot free, propelled by her rubbery legs. Her boots looked to jog in place a moment and then she was just standing there. Then Mayori felt the powerful hand of her opponent grab her behind her left knee pad. Her leg was hooked against Jessica and Mayori let out fearful moan.

The Hachijo girl’s arms were meagerly striking against either side of her attacker’s hips. The crowd would see this as desperate protest given the dominant grappling being done by the one woman in charge of this contest - and it wasn’t the white and red clad one.