Jessica Wright vs. Diana Accera

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Jessica had all of Diana in her arms, and it was a good feeling. Nearly as good of a feeling as getting the crotch shot in. Jessica took a second to look down at Diana, and the withering glare that she cast in her beautiful opponent's direction left little ambiguity as to what was going to be happening next: Jessica would be launching a series of attacks that would level a skyscraper, had the Violent Violet been afforded the opportunity to do so.

And given how tough Diana looked, she would have to do so. Jessica immediately got up and tried to heave the darkhaired beauty to her feet as well. The Violent Violet was going to try and Irish whip Diana to the ropes on the far side, but she chose to stand pat in the middle of the ring. Because when her opponent came bounding back, she would attempt to clothesline her opponent straight to the ground. Her shoulder had a lot of power in it, and that power was not just for show.

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Both women were fresh, but viewers tuning in now could easily imagine this to be something of a squash in progress. Diana couldn't muster life despite all her efforts, for that low shot had rendered her body almost jelly like even still. That, topped with the punishment Jessica further opted to deliver, left the Italian in quite a sour state.

Near dead-lifted, naturally against her will, to her feet, Diana tried as best she could to shake some sense back into her noggin' before Jessica opted to throw her away. Controlling the pace to and from the ropes better than she first imagined, Diana braced herself as she returned, with intent to turn this match in her favour.

Eyeing a raised arm, Diana didn't intend to meet it what-so-ever, as she instead looked to duck low. Even in a woozy state she felt she could muster such a simple move, one that would be thrust directly into Jessica's abs in something of a spear. One that if Diana connected, would still see the Italian rolling off her, given she wasn't all there enough to secure a mount.

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Jessica had committed. It was still early and Jessica could have easily changed course. But she didn't. Even as she saw Diana ducking down to get under Jessica's clothesline she reckoned that her eyes were deceiving her and that Jessica could still pull the move off. But Diana kept going lower and lower, down into her abs. By the time that the spear had reached the point of no return, it was too late. Jessica closed her eyes the second before the blow was destined to hit, as if that would help her in any material way.

The momentum with which Diana struck her spelled doom for the Violent Violet. Immediately, Jessica went flying backwards as the air was ripped from her lungs. She skidded to a halt a few feet away and found that Diana was not on top of her. Jessica was grateful for that. What she was not grateful for, however, was the fact that Jessica was in so much pain that she was having a hard time getting up as quickly as she could.

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Atop of Jessica, Diana took the biggest sighs of relief. She was lucky to land such a blatant attack, even if Jessica had her guard way too high to stop it. All she needed was one little adjustment, or even the raise of a boot, and Diana would have taken more damage than she would have simply tanking a clothesline.

Once the sigh was done and her eyes back open amidst the landing, Diana turned the momentum on her side of things up to full. Her firm rear would only press down on Jessica's dynamite core for but a moment, before she opted to leave the mount that came with a successful spear almost as quickly as she had gained it. Both hands reaching for Jessica's right mitt, Diana would seek to fall on her back besides the violet beauty, and force her legs across her. MMA was hardly her strongest suite, especially in comparison to her array of throws and striking ability, but she still knew the basics of how to work a cross arm breaker.

And how to really make it hurt.

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Jessica's breathing became far more labored when Diana sat on her core. They were in the same weight class so Jessica realized that it was not as bad as it could have been, but having another woman right on your stomach was not going to make it easy by any stretch of the imagination. That stretched out the time it took for Jessica to recover, and in those moments every passing second was an eternity for Diana to gain some advantage that Jessica could not recover from.

Diana grabbed Jessica's arm. She tried to yank herself free of Diana's grasp, but it was too fast and Jessica was too slow. Her arm was pulled down harshly, and Jessica was trapped in an armbar. Her teeth gritted, which saved her from screaming out in pain. Jessica's mind was stalled with the pain, but her wrestling instincts took over. Her training had been pure wrestling back in the United States, but here she had been able to dabble a little bit.

So Jessica was going for it. First, she would bend try to put her thumb on the mat, and then she would turn her whole body. It was called the hitchhiker defense, and while Jessica had not perfected it, if she went for it while it was still early she might be able to catch her opponent by surprise.

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A cross-arm breaker was a aptly named hold, given that save for stopping its initial application with the locking of ones mitts together, there was a very high chance that the victims arm could be torqued and pulled until it near enough broke. Diana never sought to cripple or maim, but as per usual, if her foes opted to stonewall her at her full might, then injuries would transpire naturally. Though, the Italian had a little ways to go in terms of bending that arm all the way, as her legs slipped to a comfortable spot cross Jessica's core, before really pushing.

By then, Jessica had already taken advantage of Diana's only average-at-best knowledge of MMA.

Spun around with Jessica now mostly atop of her facing down, Diana didn't even consider trying to keep this position. One slip by Jessica, and the violet would have near enough been atop of her.

Her legs still partially coiled, she'd seek to steady her victim as her arms released entirely, instead throwing a jab or two that was more of a push with each than a strike. A move made in tandem with her legs uncoiling, and pushing near enough just after.

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Jessica pulled it off. It was a technical move that was only taught at the high levels of grappling martial arts, but Jessica made it work. A few of the more knowledgeable people in the crowd applauded Jessica, but most just stayed on the edge of their seats. They knew that there was a lot that could happen in the next interchange here, and that fact was not lost on the Violent Violet. She tried to press forward and see if she could score a takedown or anything on her opponent, but a few stiff jabs dissuaded her from that particular course of action.

Jessica's arm was free, so she rolled over her back to get herself some distance from Diana. It would give her some time to recuperate. Her arm had not been in the armbar long, but it had been in there long enough to take some damage. Jessica had a lot of power in her punches and she felt that even the slightest dip in performance would impact her ability to win the match. Margins were close at this level, and she felt that she did not come off the better for it.

She attempted to stand up, and plan her next plan of attack. Diana was formidable, that was obvious. But even the mightiest oak tree could be brought down to size with enough whacks. The Violent Violet approached with her defenses up, and went for a quick kick to Diana's shin. That would frustrate the beauty, to be sure. Jessica was relying on her defending down low afterwards because she was a going for a front kick into Diana's tight abs.

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Diana was hardly looking to turn the situation back in her favour, for it soon became apparent Jessica was happy with pushing to her feet for something of a reset. Taking a short but deep exhale as she too rose, Diana shrugged off the ache of trying to torque that muscular arm something wicked, with a quick shake of her arms before they rose with fists prepped at the end of them.

She enjoyed a good striking match, though held little interest in the entirety of her encounters going that way. If she wanted that, she'd head back to Italy and pick up where she left off in the world of amateur boxing. But if Jessica wanted to work with strikes for now, Diana would oblige.

The guard of the Italian tested, as Diana's belief that Jessica's powerful upper body would launch a strike cost her somewhat. Instead snapped low, Diana's leg recoiled just a little, with her stance faltering a half second or so. A perfect chance presented to Jessica as she swung in with that other leg regardless, for a front kick to Diana's gut that damn near sent her into the ropes. One arm clutching them, as the other came down to her tout, wounded gut.

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Jessica had forced open an opportunity for herself. She had successfully pulled off the front kick, and now Diana was sent backwards into the ropes. The Violent Violet was proud of herself for having pulled off the move, but she could not simply lie back to watch what she had done. Jessica knew that she was not going to be able to dally for long, so she charged forward.

When she got up to Diana, she grabbed Diana's shoulders. From there, she flew backwards, going for a monkey flip to cause maximum pain. She thought it was a bit ironic that she would be kicking Diana in the same spot where she had just struck her, but that was the way things went when it came to wrestling.

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Diana was on the ropes, metaphorically and literally as Jessica swung in. She was getting something of a image in her mind what Jessica was like and what she enjoyed; a montage of power based moves and strikes flew through Diana's head, as the Italian tried even in her peril to get a feed on what was coming next. Naturally when Jessica opted for the more luchadore-esque of approaches, Diana was left with that image in her head all but shattered.

Flying through the air in a near perfect flip, Diana tried to tense up on impact with the ground, so that she could at least have a say in how she rolled from it. Her figure coming almost onto its side after impact, before falling flat to her back with the Italian's mitts going far and wide.