Jessica Wright vs. Marisa Wiltsure

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Jessica saw it. Marisa's attempts at resisting. It was the right call for the time being, but there was no resisting what Jessica was going for. The Violent Violet had been imbued with strength from the wrestling gods far above the ring that made her a force of nature, that innate power amplified by the anger that she bore for the woman who would render her topless for the world to see had Jessica not preserved her dignity in quick fashion. But Jessica did not want to dwell on that now, save to give her more motivation to start tearing this woman apart even more. The fatigue that had bothered her a second ago had faded, replaced by sheer adrenaline pumping through her veins.

Jessica stood Marisa up, and got low. She was attempting to heft the dark haired woman onto her shoulders with her sex very near Jessica's face. If she were able to get her that high, she would powerbomb Marisa into the mat. It was probably unnecessary to go for such a strong move with Marisa in the state that she was in, but Jessica was mad. Very mad.

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What happened next practically transpired all at once, as despite her limbs flailing around strongly for seconds at a time, Marissa was indeed out of it. A pin fall here and now may have done her in entirely, though it didn't seem Jessica was intent on finding out if it could, as she hoisted the Brit up in a more dominant fashion than before. Holding Marissa steady a moment, almost in taunting fashion, before driving her into the earth, Jessica's sudden influx of rage-induced power gave her more than what she needed to pull it off.

The end result was the entire ring shaking, as Marissa's legs hung high a moment, before falling down flat.

[LtLukas]

Jessica probably didn't have to keep Marisa in the air for that long. It made her just that little bit more tired, and energy was a resource that she knew would not last forever. But there was something to be said for taunting the woman who would have rendered Jessica topless, had she the capacity to do that. But now Jessica was the one in the driver's seat, and she was looking at Marisa's body on the ground. The power of the move was apparent, given how listlessly Marisa's legs fell to the mat.

Jessica reached down and grabbed Marisa's throat. She was attempting to bring the woman to her feet, and then lift her up from the mat before slamming her back down for a chokeslam. Jessica was going to go for power move after power move until the darkhaired woman was rendered helpless.

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Jessica was barely fighting a wrestler any more, but more a punching bag with a beating heart and flailing limbs. The pain of Jessica's moveset was barely setting in anymore, for Marissa was as close to a state of unconsciousness as could be. Her figure sandbagging Jessica's hoist all the way to her feet, Marissa's eyes were shut and her mouth wide by the time she was airborne. The ring once more forced to shake, as distant memories of Marissa actually having a place in this match flooded her mind. She could barely believe she had mustered a pinfall over this girl, never mind anything else.

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Jessica looked down at Marisa, and tried to gauge how much fight she had left. The Violent Violet weighed her options. Marisa had humiliated her by exposing her chest, and Jessica wanted to give her payback in a brutal and painful fashion. The chokeslam, she reckoned, would have to be enough. Jessica had already made her point, so the time was right to bring an end to the match.

The Violent Violet bent down and grabbed her opponent's head. It was time to finish this, she thought. She quickly placed Marisa's head between her thighs, and tied up Marisa's arms underneath her. From there, it would be as if from a formula. She was going for her finisher, the Queenmaker, finally bringing an end to this long and grueling match. Or at least, she hoped it would.

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A final time it seemed, Marissa's frame was to be brought high before the masses. What transpired was a shock to no-one, as the Brit was not suddenly awaiting a time to suddenly arise and fight her way back into this fight. She was done for, it was that simple. And that was a while back.

Spiked into the earth a final time, with a move that Jessica had opted to call her signature, Marissa's eyes were now tightly shut. Her arms wide and legs the same, Marissa's chest was rising and falling only inches at a time now, as had the violet not sought a pin fall immediately following the impact, the referee was going to dive in, with efforts of seeing if Marissa was even still conscious.

[LtLukas]

Jessica rested for a bit as she looked up at the crowd. There she was, kneeling in front of the world as if offering a solemn prayer to the wrestling gods high above her, when in reality she was taking a second to witness it all. It had been a while since a match had put her through as much as this match had put her through. The Violent Violet was taking a mental snapshot later that she may enjoy this moment for all time to come. She breathed in deeply, letting her chest rise and fall.

Then it was time to finish the fight. She moved to roll Marisa over, and cover her for the pin.

ONE!

The ref girl counted.

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There was no grand come back to be made, no hulking out to be had, and no last burst of strength from Marissa to appear. The girl was as done as appeared, and with that hooking of her frame for the pinfall, came a most certain end. Her eyes shut as her breathing remained low and laboured, with the second count from the referee coming just as easily as the first.

"TWO!"

[LtLukas]

Jessica was not terribly religious, but in her heart of hearts she believed in wrestling gods. She knew that there was some goddess of humiliation, who would gave boons who had the temerity to emotionally devastate their opponents. There was a god of strikes who guided fists in to flesh for those who offered propitiations of hours in the weight room. And finally, there was Jessica's high god, the god of slams, who wanted nothing more than to toss the opponent to and fro until they could not battle back. On her lips was a wordless prayer. She had to get to three. She had to.

THREE!

And with that, all the tension was released. Jessica got up, on her knees, and looked down on Marisa. She was on her feet now, and the ref raised her hand. The crowd's reaction was tepid. They did not like her, not yet. But Jessica would make them.

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The moment the pin fall was done, and the match itself concluded, Marissa's eyes shut fully. She didn't care if she passed out, fell asleep, or hell, right now, passed away. The humiliation of not just defeat, but an outright one, even with a minor victory early on, was now setting in. And already, it hurt more than the ache Jessica had delivered upon her. Hell, more so than any ache she ever could.

Right now, Marissa simply wanted the world to go away, or failing that, herself. The Brit's heavy yet slow breathing motion the only sign that she was even still alive, as officials began to clamber the ropes in attempts to console and help her.