Jessica Wright vs. Diana Accera

[LtLukas]

Regular match: win via KO, pin, submission or DQ.

Jessica bounced back and forth. She counted in her head, a steady one-two-three-four that matched the pace of her jumping. A finger went to her neck, as she checked her heart rate. It was where she wanted it to be, so she slowed down considerably. The Violent Violet thought that she was ready given that she had stretched out. But the wonderful thing about wrestling, she thought, was that you never quite knew what would be thrown at you on any given night.

She looked in the mirror and tried to gauge herself. Jessica was usually downright shredded, which helped her considerably. But matches were not won based on strength alone, and she knew that. You had to be fast and smart too. While she couldn't really do much to make herself faster, she could go through her plan of attack in her head. Get on top, and stay on top. Hit her hard and hit her fast. She breathed out. It was easy to tell yourself what was going to happen, but everyone had a plan until they were punched in the face. And she would get punched in the face, she knew. This was the big leagues, and they didn't invite any old slouch into the arena.

Jessica stepped out of the locker room, and into the hallway. She was wearing her black sports bra, and the gladiator-like skirt and leggings that made up her outfit. Her prominent abs were on display, which turned heads in the hallway. Well, that and the fact that her sports bra revealed quite a lot of her chest. Jessica did not think about the little worker bees, as her purple eyes were focused ahead on getting to where the staging area, so she could burst into the arena.

Jessica peaked around the curtain once she made it there, at the crowd outside. It was a full house tonight, and Jessica breathed in.

Little sister there's blood on the tracks...

Jessica emerged into the arena, and flipped the audience off as she walked down to the ring. Her head was high, and she looked to the left and right to let the audience know how much disdain she had for them. Jessica slipped under the bottom rope, and backed into her corner. She was looking up the ramp, wondering what her opponent would look like.

Good night for a match, she thought.

[Devilish53]

Diana wasn't exactly proud of how far she had come within the world of LAW, but she wasn't exactly ashamed either. Effectively the definition of a mid-card wrestler, Diana's even if unimpressive win/loss record carried with it the pretence that any of Diana's matches could go one way or the other. Such was the truth, as the Italian hadn't had an encounter in which another step one way the other could have turned a loss into a win, or vice versa. Which way tonight would go was up for anybodies guess, as the Italian a final time made adjustments to her scanty wrestling wear, before emerging. With eyes shooting down a ramp, to a woman she had never met before, but one she somewhat knew.

Spoiler

Having heard of Jessica's progress and success thus far, it was only natural what with their comparable builds, wrestling styles and even records that the two were fated to one day match. For every bit of muscle Diana held upon her frame, Jessica seemed to hold too. For every bit that jiggled as she descended the ramp, the same part of Jessica shook as the violet stretched out and banged her fists together. If her matches prior had been close, then Diana felt they had seen nothing yet.

Arms crossing in turn over her front as she stretched them out, face one of confidence, yet rather stern at the same time. She opted not to speak against this foe unless spoken to, as she crossed her opposing arm over her front, before bouncing a few times. Inadvertently putting on a show what with those curves of hers rocking without end, Diana rolled her head and shoulders a final time before deeming her figure ready for battle.

All the while, never once breaking eye contact with the woman she'd soon be trying to beat.

[LtLukas]

Jessica looked over at Diana. The Violent Violet always went into matches about as prepared as she could, and she was fortunate in that Diana had a catalogue of matches for Jessica to peruse. She liked the way that Diana moved across the, the way that she was not afraid, the power that she had. On her tiny laptop screen, the darkhaired woman looked good. But here, in real life, Diana looked nothing less than shredded. Maybe more than Jessica, not that she would ever admit that.

Taciturn, this woman was. As much as Jessica appreciated a lovely chest, she found it disappointing that Diana did not immediately opt to go for some trash talk. That was fine, in the end, Jessica thought. She was more than happy to provide more than enough acrimony for two, or even three if necessary, of them.

"What, bitch? You spend too much time under the knife for that boob job of yours that they cut your tongue out too? Or are you just too fucking stupid to know how to speak English?" Jessica put her hands on her hips as she spoke, and the pure venom in her voice conveyed what her iron glare could not. She was here for business.

And on that note, she crouched into her wrestling stance and signaled to the ref girl that she was good to go. As she adjusted her stance, she inwardly wondered if she meant that.

[Devilish53]

Diana would have preferred to cut the trash talk today, through no particular reason. Had it been tomorrow or the day before, she herself may have been the one to instigate. Still, she wasn't one to back down, as she brought up her right hand to cup her own noted chest, and goad Jessica just a little.

"I'm happy that you found something to look at, but I ain't here to pity fuck you..." Hand coming off her bust as she finished smiling at Jessica, Diana took a small step forward with her fists poised at the end of either arm. A nod given to the referee, and soon enough, the match itself was on.

And with it, Diana merely stood where she was. Happy to let Jessica come to her, given the violet didn't appear to be in the happiest of moods. With such a mindset, Diana knew one was more than likely to throw caution to the wind, and outright charge at ones opponent.

[LtLukas]

Jessica honestly would not have minded fucking Diana, pity or otherwise. She liked women a lot, and she especially liked busty women who were muscular. If she knocked Diana out, she would be awfully inclined to rid Diana of that lovely outfit of hers, but given how Diana looked that was a big if. Jessica's eyed narrowed on her opponent.

"Whatever. Fuck, knockout, submission, I will take what I can get." Jessica put her hand on her hip, and lets her biceps get that little bit bigger.

The bell rang, and Jessica tore across the ring. Her legs pumped as she sprinted across the ring, straight at her opponent. Her purple hair flowed behind her as she ducked her head down and went for a spear, looking to start the match off with a bang.

[Devilish53]

"You'll take whatever I fuckin' give you.." Diana muttered back, slyly replying as soon the time for talk was over. She didn't know how things would start off for Jessica, given the violet haired gal looked like she could have lunged for her before the bell even rang, but on her own end things started as they usually did. Her hands raised up and out, ready to form fists at a moments notice, with her legs parting before she began a circling motion.

The match was soon under way, and with it, Diana was able to get a single step to her side before finding her foe indeed throwing caution to the wind. Bracing herself and bringing her legs back, Diana brought her arms low under and around Jessica's arm-pits, as if stifling a take down with her feet sliding across the canvas. Jessica had a hell of a lot of power, more than enough to take Diana clean off her feet had the Italian not been prepared, but straight off the bat, she'd find no success.

The two strong bodied woman tussling for control on their feet, as Jessica's top half squished nicely into Diana's chest and abs.

[LtLukas]

Jessica was an avalanche. She kept going forward and going forward. The Violent Violet had a lot of mass, especially for a woman, and the hundreds of hours she spent in the gym and in the ring and on the sparring mat. All of that mass came charging forward in one angry and powerful form, but Diana had caught Jessica with the double underhooks. Jessica was practically kicking herself for having fallen prey to such a simple and obvious wrestling trap, but here she was. Despite how much she pushed, despite how much she wanted it, despite how annoying it was that their boobs and abs were grinding together, she was stuck to Diana, thanks to the woman's incredibly strong arms and stronger willpower. It took a lot to keep a woman like Jessica that close.

But Jessica was wily enough to realize when a situation might be turned around. If Diana had her arms under Jessica's armpits, it meant that Diana was within striking distance. Not from a punch, which would be woefully ineffective at this angle, but with something that was a little bit more mean spirited.

Jessica tried to position herself so the referee could not quite get a clear view, and only use the subtlest of movements as she raised her leg up to knee her opponent in the crotch.

[Devilish53]

Diana was already running through a few ideas with what to do with the violet figure, even as she pushed against her. A raised knee, a lift, or even a drop of a raised arm to her back. All would fit the situation, as Diana reared her leg back in search of one of them.

As she did, Jessica opted to go the dirty route mere seconds in, as her own thick thigh closed the distance between Diana's moving lower half to knee the woman right between her thighs. Eyes wide and rock-hard body going completely soft, Diana's mitts barely held onto Jessica as they searched to sooth the wound even with the violet in the way.

With her mouth wide and eyes the same, as perhaps unsurprisingly to Jessica, she let out a monstrous cry of anguish!

[LtLukas]

According to her records, Jessica had been raised in Iowa. While that was the truth, it was not the entire truth. She was raised in Iowa, and in Minnesota, and in Nebraska and in Wisconsin and in Illinois.That, like the Iowa thing, was only a half truth as well. Jessica had been raised in wrestling rings in those places, and in weight rooms and in gyms. There, she was a runt, an upstart girl who didn't know anything other than grappling. Most of the women she faced in the early days were far bigger than her and knew how to use that weight. Her father had never encouraged her to fight dirty, but he never really did much to stop it either. Soon, it was too late. Jessica had gotten acclimated to cheating and there was no going back.

Just like there was no going back for Diana now. She couldn't undo the pain in her crotch. She couldn't undo the fact that her hands were going down to soothe herself. And she couldn't undo the fact that she had stepped into the ring with Jessica Wright. The Violent Violet was moving to seize the opportunity she had just created for herself.

She was moving to try and get her arms free, and in a display of irony, moved them right back around Diana. She was going for a belly to belly suplex to slam her beautiful opponent down to the mat. It was perhaps not strictly necessary for her to put that much power into it, but Jessica found herself in a particularly brutal mood.

[Devilish53]

Diana was standing, but a strong breeze could have knocked her over. She could have taken that knee to her gut a few times before being in the same predicament she was now, but right between the legs? As with all women and most certainly men, Diana turned to putty even as she stood, ripe for the attack as Jessica ran in to hug their frames together. The motion made Diana's arms fall to her side as the agony of the crotch shot still ran through her body, with her frame teetering back if not for the fact Jessica held her close.

Their frames only pressed for a moment though as Diana groaned through the sweet ache, before her feet left the mat in what was nearly enough a snap to the ground. Her shoulders leading the charge but followed promptly by the rest of her back, Diana near bounced off the canvas if not for the fact Jessica landed atop of her, as her teeth snapped together and let loose quite the snarl.