Down and Dirty- Jess vs Izwack!

[SubtleRoar]

"Theeere we go~" *Witnessing his physical compliance was more than enough to satiate Jess, if only for the moment, as she unhooked her arms from around his lanky legs, gravity dropping him like a hot rock as he collapsed against the ring.* "Don't you feel so much bettah now?" *She dusted her hands off, giving Izwack a fleeting moment of relaxation before continuing with her sadistic methods of embarrassing him!*

"Now, open up and say aaaah~" *Dragging the tips of her topes across his flooded plain, deliberately collecting a sliver of his pleasure fluids in the process, Jess inserted the painted end of her exposed, big toe into his mouth as if it were a binky.* "Now, just drift off tah sleep- You've gotten so worked up today, so ya'll could use a good rest~"

[DirtyLucha]

'Better' wasn't exactly the term Izwack would have used as at this point he had been beaten up and forced to climax twice in a row. A much more fitting term would have been exhausted as he collapsed down onto the canvas below in a defeated manner like a sack of shit! Not unconscious but not exactly mobile either!

Groaning and moaning at the treatment as well as the left over pleasure and discomfort that had caused it in the first place, the small fighter looked to be completely out of it! Though in all honesty, just looking at the two competitors side by side it would have been pretty obvious who you would have wanted to put your money on winning!

[SubtleRoar]

*Jess had known throughout the entire course of this skirmish that Izwack stood little to no chance against the likes of her- The unparalleled power she had tamed years ago was enough to topple even the strongest of foes, let alone someone as inexperienced and lowly as the sniveling weirdo cowering at her feet. Although, his persistence and irritability struck a personal chord with Jess, and suddenly, she pretended as if he had chomped against her naked toe, hobbling sideways before smashing into the mat!*

"Oh lordie!" *She meekly cried out, her southern belle voice echoing throughout the arena while she continued to ardently whine.* "I overexerted my poor hamstring! I'm unable to move whatsoever!" *Her deception reaching an all time high, the audience collectively gasped at this sudden turn of events, anxiously awaiting what would happen next!*

[DirtyLucha]

Initially, Izwack was confused about exactly what had caused Jess to topple over. He hadn't actually done anything, why would she fall? Luckily, it didn't take but a moment for his delusional mind to muster an explanation! During the time where she was smacking him about, he must have lost track of something that had happened! Exactly! And in that window of time he had managed to get the best of her, he just didn't remember! It made perfect sense!

In a desperate scramble the King Of Facesits got up to his feet! Yelling out a combative "HYAAHHH!" As he leapt into the air, looking to perform a leg drop onto his seemingly incapacitated foe! In all actuality it probably wouldn't hurt very much, but at the very least the useless fighter tried to keep the 'pressure' on!

[SubtleRoar]

*It seemed as though her bold gambit worked, as Izwack's unstable ego took control of the reigns, his movements becoming more coordinated and structured as Jess's body remained remarkably still, her attempts at playing opossum instantly paying off by the sight of the spunky munchkin springing off the ropes and charging towards her with an incredible pep in his step!*

"Here he comes~" *She excitedly muttered under her breath, the inevitable* "Thump!" *Of his extended leg causing a tingle of masochistic delight to ripple throughout her curvaceous body, feet kicking upwards before finally returning to their previous, limp state. The audience couldn't believe what they were witnessing, the vast majority of them shouting* "FAKER! FAKER!" *While The scandalous ginger struggled to conceal her giddiness.*

[DirtyLucha]

Completely tuning out the audience as he believed them to simply be hating on his amazing success and comeback, Izwack instead chose to focus all of his attention on the seemingly defeated cowgirl, getting up to his feet once more and standing over her, hands on his hips as he snarled aggressively. "Two moves! Two moves is all it takes for me to beat you! You thought you were hot shit but now you're finished!"

Turning around the foul luchador faced out to the annoyed audience, continuing to ignore them as he placed both of his arms into the air! "I am Simply Superior!" He called out triumphantly, kicking his feet out from underneath him so that he could land is juicy stank ass onto Jess's awaiting face! Sitting quite contently as he yelled over at the official. "Count her! She is done!"

[SubtleRoar]

*Regardless of how egotistical he sounded, Jess continued to uncontrollably chortle at his feeble attempts to assert his unquestionable dominance, unable to overcome how precious he was when he acted so pretentious and superior. However, what the flustered ginger wasn't anticipating was what transpired next, Izwack's weaponized posterior crashing down against her gaping maw!*

"Nnggrrrhh!" *She clinched her hands while bracing for impact, all while simultaneously keeping her shoulders against the mat to make the impending pinfall official.* "S..smells..j..just like a..c..cow pie back home~" *The slightly nostalgic scent was enough to cause her mind to drift back to her family farm, the panoramic sights and intoxicating smells rushing back in a flood of sentimental memories!*

"ONE!" *The official smacked the ring, struggling to believe what he was witnessing himself!* "TWO!" *Trying to remain impartial in his adjudicating, the referee appropriately hit the ground for the third, subsequent time!* "THREE!" *Calling for the bell, the crowd expressed their disdain by hissing at Izwack in tandem, their demeanors reflecting how underwhelming this fight turned out to be!*

[DirtyLucha]

With the delightfully metallic ringing of the bell and Izwack being announced as the winner of the match, the championship fighter just continued to sit atop his throne, not content in getting up and moving anytime soon! The audience could cry about it as much as they wanted, it didn't matter! He was the winner! He had beaten the stupid girl and put her in her rightful place beneath him!

"HA! You like the smell of my stink ass don't you bitch?! Bet you'd be happy to lay their and sniff it all night long if I didn't have better places to be!" The luchador mocked while remaining on his victory born seat, gyrating his butt from left to right, occasionally hopping up and down a bit to take rubbing in a win to it's more literal conclusion!

"Loooooooooser!" Was Izwack's final insult before he finally made his way to his feet, walking over to the referee to have his arm raised into the air! Making sure to get in every single possible way of celebrating his win! Eventually deciding that it was time to not head to the showers and simply get out of here, walking his way over to the ropes in preparation to exit!

[SubtleRoar]

"Gghhhh~" *The tactile sensation of his cushiony rear causing the oversized giantess to fidget and squirm beneath his body, Jess's charade had finally been exposed! However, once Izwack abdicated his position astride her, the enticed ginger rolled onto her tummy, beginning to crawl towards his legs!*

"Gotcha!" *She pounced on the infinitesimal runt, attempting to press her healthy breasts against his backside before forcing his face into the canvas!*

[DirtyLucha]

Under the impression that Jess was already knocked out and beaten, Izwack had no reason to pay attention to her as he made his way towards the ring ropes, this had been mission accomplished in his eyes! All that was left to do now was head home and prepare for whatever fight came his way next! This had been easy! And if he could beat a big woman like this, surely he could beat anybody!

However, right as he was about to exit the luchador felt something grab at him! Forcing him down to the canvas just as quickly and pinning his face against the mat! It didn't make any sense! The match was finished, he had won! "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOU LOST! MATCH IS OVER! FUCK OFF!" He cursed loudly and in earnest, all while trying to wiggle his way to freedom!