Jessica Wright vs. Marisa Wiltsure

[LtLukas]

Jessica's heart was thumping and her body was sore, but she didn't dare take a second to rest. Immediately after the leg drop hit, Jessica wanted to take a second to look down on Marisa and see the damage she had wrought. But she couldn't. And she knew that. Jessica had taken a majority of the damage dished out during this fight and any reprieve would favor the darkhaired woman. So she popped up and loomed over Marisa, thinking about her next move. It would have to be something big.

So she went for it. She attempted to pick Marisa up and drape the woman across her shoulders. From there, she would attempt to break her opponent in half with a torture rack, or a Cyclone Rider, as she called it.

[Devilish53]

Marissa offered very little indeed in terms of resistance, as those firm arms of hers could but slap in what she felt would be the general direction of where Jessica was stood. Regardless of them landing, a figure as thick as Jessica would hardly even yelp from such little power, as the spiky haired Brit soon discovered.

Along with the discovery of just how strong Jessica actually was, as she looked to form a perfect bend with her spine!

The Brit waking up from her daze with a monstrous roar, as her body completely stiffened with hands shooting up to the sky!

[LtLukas]

Jessica felt it. The warm flesh under her hands, Marissa's heft on her shoulders, the weight of the moment. A bead of sweat dribbled down the side of her face as Jessica held the darkhaired woman aloft. Before she was a threat, and a very active one at that. Now, she was an instrument in her hands, and instrument of pain, and Jessica was feeling nothing but raw burning pride as a roar erupted from her lips and bounced around the arena. Jessica bent Marissa down that little bit more, just to make it hurt.

But that wasn't everything. She had to add a little insult to injury. Jessica began squatting, showing off the power that she had in her legs and the malice that she had in her heart. Once, twice, she went down. When she came back up, it was with perfect form. The Violent Violet was awfully proud of her form.

[Devilish53]

Things were becoming blurry fast, and not from the thinner air from the height she was now at. Jessica was a middleweight in stature, but possessed heavyweight like power, power that was apparent as she looked to bend Marissa until one side touched the other. Things soon became worse as the violet opted to squat in her dominance; an adjustment that had effects beyond showcasing Marissa as simple weight lifting practice.

For every jolt up and down made the Brit ache all the fiercer, as if she were being stabbed in her back with two sharp shoulders.

She didn't truthfully know if Jessica could keep this agonising rack up for much longer, but she did know one thing. At this rate, she wasn't going to last.

[LtLukas]

Jessica came up one last time. The crowd initially did not quite know what to make of Jessica's display, but by the time she finished they were really getting into it. She could hardly blame them. After going one down, the audience were supporting the underdog. Underdog. A word that stuck in Jessica's brain. The Violent Violet thought that she was the best wrestler in the world. And she didn't want to be the underdog against anyone, let alone against Marisa.

So she sought to bring an end to it. She jumped up and leaned back, seeking to slam the darkhaired beauty into the mat at full force!

[Devilish53]

Marissa was already limp in that huge torture rack, her arms straight and dangling, as her legs only rested where they were held. Marissa hadn't quite passed out, but she was damn near close as the agony took control of her body, leaving her eyes tightly shut with her mouth agape. Seemingly, with no energy nor breath to scream.

Things would only turn a shade more sour as Jessica revealed this was not to be her desired end for the Brit. The violet bucking and pulling back, she'd try to drive Marissa into the canvas with gravity and her own weight. Marissa's reaction wasn't at all surprising, as the spiky haired Brit fell motionless where she lay.

[LtLukas]

Jessica had a decision to make. Already, Marisa had kicked out of something that she considered to be nigh unstoppable. And now she was here on the mat, lying motionless. If Marisa kicked out of another move, that would not only be embarassing, but it would give the spiky haired woman a chance to recover. And given how much Jessica had been wailed on, that was not a good proposition. But if she were susceptible to a pin here, that would get Jessica back even.

So, when faced with a choice, Jessica leaned on an old ally of hers: violence. She bent down to pick the woman up, and then held her around her waist so that her head was pointing down to the mat. It was a quick up and down until she got a piledriver that would hopefully keep the woman motionless for a while!

[Devilish53]

The moments passed in slow motion, and Marissa still couldn't recall what was happening. She was done for, that much was absolute, with the referee looking on in fear of the upcoming overkill. It came nonetheless, despite her silent protests and Marissa's frame being devoid of life, as the latter body was hauled up into the air before her head was pointed to the ground.

Like hammering in a nail, Marissa hit the ground with the loudest of thuds. Body bouncing off it, eyes tightly shut, as her limbs fell in the most obscure of positions.

[LtLukas]

Jessica pulled off the move, and she was very happy to have done so. For it meant that she could go what she was really looking for - a pin. It wasn't long before Jessica had scrambled to Marisa's side. The darkhaired beauty seemed so peaceful now, after Jessica had heaped tremendous amounts of violence upon her. There was a peace there, a peace that had been achieved only through power. A peace that Jessica wanted very badly to protect.

She leaned on top of Marisa, and prayed to the wrestling gods that this pin attempt would be better than the last.

ONE!

The ref girl counted.

[Devilish53]

A slam three minutes ago would have been overkill. Since then, Jessica had racked the girl, and pushed her near enough into the canvas from all angles, with enough force to make your average frame break. Marissa had endurance, but she was by no means super human. Hell, she was barely even awake, as that second count came as easily as the first.

All signs pointing to a point for Jess now, as the violet closed in on that chance to even the score out.