Danielle Degardin vs. Jessica Wright - Humiliation Match

[CaptainL]

Skidding to a stop on her back, Danielle looked up, catching her breath. The fall wasn't exactly conducive to her plans, but on the other hand, she conceded that it could have gone a lot worse for her. At least now, she could still think straight, and keep her attention on what was going on around her.

Such as the shadow that fell over her as Jessica sprung off the ropes, preparing to land atop her foe.

A situation like this might've drawn fear in some - but in Danielle, it simply caused a smirk to widen across her face, as she realized that Jessica's momentum would only be put to use against her. Her counterattack had proved effective before, but now, when Jessica had more momentum behind her, and when Dani herself had more time to act and prepare, it would all be sweeter. She kicked her foot up from the floor, foot outstretched, so that Jessica would land right on top of the kick aimed right at her stomach!

[LtLukas]

Jessica did not come off of the mat often, just as she tended to stick to the canvas while she was still in the ring. Coming off the top rope was a classic wrestling move, but Jessica did not favor it. She relied on her strength and her smarts to win. And as she went soaring through the air, it occurred to her why. When both feet were firmly planted on the ground, she could have everything in front of her. When she went flying, there were simply too many variables.

Danielle put her foot up, but Jessica was far past the point of no return. She was already wincing before she was even impaled upon that foot. Jessica's tight abs slammed into that outstretched limb and Jessica immediately folded in half, crying out with pain as all of her momentum was brought to a halt in a sudden and painful fashion. She was then dumped off to the side, meeting the harsh concrete. If she were being honest with herself, she would have rather have dealt with the concrete. At least the pain would not have all been concentrated in one place.

Jessica's was winded, wounded, and wondering why she did that move in the first place. She was curled into a ball and struggling to breathe after the counter. It was all she could do to pull herself together and pull herself up.

[CaptainL]

Landing the blow, Danielle grinned widely to herself. Not even she was expecting that attack to have such an effect - looking at Jessica's well-defined abs, she would've expected her more capable of enduring blows to the stomach. But not so now, as she fell straight onto Dani's outstretched leg, the impact throwing her off to the side and curled into a ball of pain and regret. The perfect opportunity for her to seize on.

"Hah! Not so tough now, are you?" the Frenchwoman scoffed, wanting to taunt Jessica while she was down. Quickly rolling onto her side, she pounced right on top of her opponent to hold her down, while she sprung on her with a frenzied assault, intent on inflicting plenty of pain to keep Jessica where she wanted her. One hand snared at her purple hair to give it a sharp pull, while her other slapped and punched wildly at Jessica's face and ribs. She sat down atop the purple-haired woman's wounded stomach as she clenched her legs against her sides, wanting to keep her down. It was hardly the most graceful of techniques, but that wasn't what Dani was going for. No, she was going for making her suffer.

[LtLukas]

Jessica was dealing with the blow as best she could, really. It was all she could do to try and get some of her wind back as she lay gasping on the ground. Slowly yet surely she began to lift herself from the concrete floor of the arena when a second disaster struck. Danielle was offering her no respite, not that the Violent Violet would have let up had she been in a similar situation. Her opponent had seized the moment and the initiative, gaining the high ground and using it to send down punch after punch. Jessica quickly consolidated a defense, but Danielle's wildness worked to her advantage. Because Jessica hardly knew what angle the punches were coming from, she could not defend against all of them. Some slammed into her ribs, and some slipped around her guard and slammed into the side of her face. They were not punches that were going to put her out, but Jessica knew that she had to put a stop to them.

And fast.

Jessica broke her own guard, recognizing that she was going to have to eat a few blows for this to work. Fine. She was a tough lady, and she knew well enough that you can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs. Jessica had long and strong arms, and she was going to use that to her full advantage. Jessica was willing to go blow for blow with her opponent, sending punch after punch right up at Danielle. Jessica sought out to prove that you didn't want to get into a scrap with a junkyard dog...

[CaptainL]

Having Jessica pinned down, Danielle wasted no time in delivering a flurry of strikes. Though she was hardly that accomplished as a technical grappler, Dani did understand a few things. Namely, that being punched in the face hurt. And she was going to show Jessica that she knew this well. As her blows kept coming with no real pattern or anything to telegraph them, Danielle only seemed to be getting angrier and angrier, her face contorting into a grimace, snarling down at Jessica like a wild animal desperate to go at its prey.

But what worked for Danielle would work for Jessica as well, as the Violent Violet began to pay her back just the same - if she couldn't avoid her punches, she would just return them blow for blow. The ex-model began to take a few strikes, and at first, she tried to compensate, going at Jessica even faster and harder and stretching the limits of what she could pull off. However, Jessica had an advantage Dani didn't. She was a good deal tougher than a rich airhead born into luxury whose main purpose on the roster was eye candy, even if she didn't really seem to get the memo herself. So when both women started adopting the same strategy, it was Danielle who would be the first to crack. As the pain built, her attacks began to falter, and she teetered a bit to the side, her position of advantage on top of Jessica waning. "O-Ow!" she groaned. "Stop that, you knuckleheaded neanderthal! I swear-!"

[LtLukas]

Danielle was giving it pretty good, Jessica had to admit. She was in a good position, sure, and had some downright fury coming through in those punches. The problem was that Danielle could not give it nearly as good as she got it. Jessica did not spend those hours in the gym for nothing, and her opponent provided a much livelier target than the boxing bag did. Even as her opponent rained hell down upon her, Jessica sent a few stiff shots upwards and that was sufficient enough to wobble the woman. And she would have to pray that such a move was enough to give her a chance to escape.

It was perhaps not the most dignified sort of move, but Jessica was not the most dignified sort of lady. She reached up and tried to grab Danielle's hair. As much as she loathed matches that turned into catfights, but Jessica was going to seize any advantage that she could get a hold of. Jessica tried to yank Danielle off of her.

And from there, she would try to roll away to purchase some distance between them. If she could gain the gap, she would attempt to stand back up. She was going to be better off on her feet, which is precisely where she tried to be.

[CaptainL]

Dani, shaken as she was, still thought that she might be able to stand a chance. She didn't lose her position, and she was still poised to rain hell down on Jessica given the opportunity. Gritting her teeth, the redhead drew back a fist, readying herself to slam it straight for the jaw of her bothersome opponent. But her luck wouldn't hold out forever. Jessica was able to reach up and snare a hold of Danielle's hair, shoving the ex-model aside. It felt like a hundred needles jabbing into her scalp; the Violet's strength was certainly palpable. She let out a squeal and reached up to shield herself, but it was too late, as the next thing she knew, Jessica had thrown her off to the side. Her position atop her opponent lost, Danielle went rolling back away from the purple-haired woman before slamming into the partition separating them from the crowd, wildly cheering at seeing the match spill over onto the floor outside the ring.

At the same time Jessica did, Danielle too rose to her feet. She huffed, turning up her nose as she dusted herself off. "Bah...you ruined my hair, you know. I hope you realize that the punishment for that will be great." All the while she stared Jessica down, getting into a stance. She wouldn't engage her directly just yet, waiting to see what her next move was.

[LtLukas]

Jessica was ready. Her escape had clearly hurt her opponent, but it was far from enough to put her down. The Violent Violet recognized that right away, so her shoulders were up and she was ready for action the second that she got to her feet. Danielle was content to lay back a little bit, and Jessica was pretty fine with that too. There was going to be some bruises on her face when she rose in the morning, and she was not dying to make those worse.

"You know, you ain't half as pretty as you think you are." Jessica drew her fist across her mouth, and stared daggers into Danielle. "And you are going to be even uglier when I am done with you." Jessica's acerbic voice was low, almost quiet. Her time on the mic meant that she could project when she wanted to, and not project to the same degree. Her words were intended for Danielle's ears only.

And Jessica sought to make good on her threat. She charged across the hard concrete floor at her opponent. lowering the boom. Jessica was going for a spear, to ram Danielle into the barricade behind her. She was sure that the barricade was going to be nice and hard, but the speed at which she was coming and her chiseled muscle meant that Jessica was going to be pretty hard in and of herself.

[CaptainL]

Oh, no. She didn't dare. It was bad enough that Jessica had messed up Danielle's meticulously coiffed hair, but she dared to say she wasn't pretty? Even to threaten to ruin her good looks - the redhead was shaking with rage, as she climbed to her feet and wiped her brow. "Hmph..." she grumbled, before jabbing a finger at Jessica. "You watch your mouth, you overgrown, roided-out simpleton! You do so much as lay a hand on my beautiful face, you're going to be sorry you even dared to cross paths with me! Why...why, I could take you to court for ruining my career!" she added, not seeming to take into consideration that what she just said was perhaps revealing as to what she was most concerned with. Her pompous tone and imperious volume carried an impression quite different compared to Jessica's - this was something she wanted all to hear. It seemed Danielle thrived on having the spotlight on her.

Nevertheless, as Dani righted herself, she looked across from her to see what Jessica had lined up, and a smile crossed her face. Oh, yes, this would be good indeed. She almost had to stifle the urge to laugh, realizing just what Jessica had set herself up for - but of course, that would give her away. The irony was almost too sweet - Danielle would be using Jessica's own forward momentum against her, letting this boisterous bully take herself out! As she came near, Dani ducked down and rolled under her advance, so that Jessica would slam into the barricade at full force!

[LtLukas]

The wind was at her back. She felt like a raging bull, charging across the endless plain at a foe that required humbling. Her long legs made the gallop a short but quick race, and the Violent Violet was coming at Danielle with a full head of steam. The thing about raging bulls, though, was that sometimes they had a hard time at changing directions. By the time Jessica had far surpassed a point where she could pivot or stop, she realized what was going on thanks to a stifled laugh from her opponent. Jessica, stubborn as always, had played herself in a brutal fashion.

The best that she could do was throw her hands up and pray that she did not break anything as she collided with the barricade. She was lucky in that it was only her hands and her shoulder, as opposed to her head. Jessica crashed into the barricade with full force, letting out a loud cry that reverberated around the arena even more than the harsh sound of someone running into the barricade. The Violent Violet collapsed onto the floor, and could not help but feel pretty dang stupid.