L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Jessica already had it planned, the furious assault she would launch upon Marissa once she had the dark-haired bitch in the ring. Some sort of flying move, to make up for lost time. Some punches, for sure. And then some power move just to bring the whole thing together. So when Marissa stopped and pivoted, she did not quite know how to handle it. Things were not going according to plan. She stood there, wide-eyed, gawping a bit at her opponent.

A fact that Marissa very much took advantage of. She wheeled around and irish whipped Jessica in return. The Violent Violet found herself bounding towards the ring. She collided with the apron and tumbled onto the canvas, pained and confused and not really in a position to do much about either of those things.

A part of Marissa wanted to wail on Jessica where she stood. Perhaps even push the rules to their limits, and use the fabric of the apron to entrap the violet and reduce her defence more so. But this fight she felt, was one for the ring, and given Jessica wasn't exactly putting up much in terms of stopping her as she flailed upon the side of the hard ring, Marissa deemed it now a better time than ever.

Hands clutching those shoulders, she'd forcibly bend her stacked foe as to try and get her head even with the gap between the ring and bottom rope. From there, the motion the Brit gave was one reminiscence of a barkeep throwing out a rowdy drunk, as she attempted to forcibly hoist Jessica off her feet into the ring. From there, she'd simply follow suite, and begin the battle anew.

Jessica clutched the apron, trying to will herself up from her disadvantageous position. She was a sitting duck for the violent and crazed Marisa, and she knew that. Before she could really get up and get going, the darkhaired woman was upon her. First, she forced Jessica to her feet, bending her backwards so Jessica's voluminous chest was on display and her back ached dearly. She wanted the moment to end. Second, Marisa granted that wish. With a powerful move, she hauled Jessica up and over into the ring.

The Violent Violet rolled a few times before coming to a halt. She groaned into the mat, where no one could hear it. Slowly, she began pushing herself up. Her progress was not quick, but it was there. She just hoped it would be quick enough...

Jessica would not be given the courtesy of a uninterrupted rise. Marissa wanted the fight in the ring where things would be more bound by rules and official, but she had no interest in giving free shots or otherwise to the violet beauty. She'd already done such in training, and it ruined her mood for near enough a solid week.

So when Marissa slid her own figure into the ring, naturally, she leapt into attack immediately. Her figure pacing with quite some speed to it, she'd at first look to slip past Jessica as she made her attempts at rising. Instead seemingly looking for the ropes, Marissa apparently had the courtesy of looking to attack Jessica face-to-face, as she returned with quite a kick to her step; and a kick itself raised nice and high, to try and take Jessica's chin near enough off her face.

Alright Jessica, focus. The words in her head served to steady her, let her know that everything was going to be okay. The night was going to be a long one and there was going to be quite some distance to go, so there was no need to feel so damned overwhelmed even if Marisa was bringing forward a total onslaught. She nearly got all the way to her feet, consoling herself along the way, when something with the force of an atomic bomb slammed into her chin.

The reaction was as immediate as it was visceral. Jessica flew back, her head arching in a graceful and destructive motion as she crashed down against the mat, once again dazed and stunned by Marisa's raw power.

When that kick landed squarely upon Jessica, Marissa almost fell with it. Not from exhaustion, or recoil from the blow. But purposefully. And with a landing pad in mind.

Swinging her leg out the opposing way the moment it fell backwards, Marissa opted to add her lithe figure splashing down upon Jessica's own to worsen that agony. A splash from the Brit was hardly the worst thing in the world however, even with a massive kick before it. Unless she held a further intent.

Which she did.

Arms pressing down tight to the canvas as she lay across Jessica, Marissa tried to keep her toned physique firmly as could be on the busty figures shoulders. It didn't take long for the referee to realise what was happening, as she too opted to fall besides the duo; hand raising soon after, to begin that pinfall attempt with the first count.

Jessica lay down, her arms and legs spread wide. Marissa then came down on top of her, hard and fast. The darkhaired woman could have come down faster and harder, Jessica knew, if she had come bounding off the ropes, but the Violent Violet was not going to escape this one feeling good at all. Her arms and legs bounced up a little bit when Marisa collided with her, and she exhaled sharply. Things were not looking good for Jessica, and she was very well aware of that.

But then Marisa went for the pin. Jessica had been hurt pretty bad, but she was not going to go down this easy. She mustered herself upwards, and was completely incapable of doing anything.

ONE!

Crap. Crap crap crap.

TWO!

With great effort, she kicked out of the pin in a mighty and powerful fashion, doing what she could to stand up afterwards. She wobbled for a bit, but she found her feet sooner or later.

Marissa was sure this would be the first fall of the match. Adamant almost.

But then again, a part of her knew she had no chance.

She knew, despite having never been in one in LAW itself, that a multiple falls match allowed for easier pins or submissions purely out of the interest of staying healthy and gaining a benefit in the long haul. Had this fall been the one and only, Marissa wouldn't of tried it at all.

That been said, she wasn't at all happy that Jessica was putting up such a first fight for the first point in her favour. That became apparent, as the moment the referee sprung to her knees to signal the time keeper that the count was unsuccessful, Marissa went to her own.

Raising her right, her left looked to bury itself in those long violet locks, to steady the girl as she lay beneath her. With zero interest in even giving her the space to stand, Marissa began to unload with that right of hers, seemingly showing absolutely no issue with cracking a knuckle on Jessica's good looks.

Jessica was pretty happy for the moment. This match required more than one pinfall, sure, but she did not want to give up one so easily. Besides, she didn't feel like she was truly all that pinned. Marissa had gotten some offense in on her, but Jessica had outlasted worse onslaughts. So she was ready to hop up and get things rolling in her favor when Marissa introduced her to other plans.

A hard punch put an end to her positive aspirations. Dazed and confused, Jessica brought her hands up as much as she could to try and defend her face. As if that would bring any solace to her. There was quite a mark where the darkhaired girl had rocked her, and she was doing what she could to make sure that no more of such marks came.

Soon, though, the punches became overwhelming and she was sent packing down to the mat. With a groan, she landed on her back and rolled over to her side, her head absolutely swimming with pain.

Marissa's good punch quickly became good punches, with the Brit reddening her fist on poor Jessica's mug. She didn't consider such foul play of course; Jessica herself had already shown a likening towards the more brutal side of fighting, even if it wasn't wrestling. Plus, she started this. Only right if Marissa finished it.

Roaring out as that final hook finished the combination, Marissa soon slowly pulled herself upright. Slapping the sides and abs of Jessica in an attempt to get her at least onto her side, Marissa once more sought another pinfall attempt, but only after a manoeuvre she was completely confident would put Jessica out of it.

Her hands tightly hugging underneath the thick skin of her violet foe, forcibly so to get in between her body and the mat, Marissa soon put power into her legs as she saw to hoist Jessica up, putting that massive, contained strength to use.

Before quickly falling back, to deliver a swift gutwrench suplex!