Jessica Wright vs. Mayori

[LtLukas]

There were movements against Jessica, and she felt it, on the margins, on the periphery. Mayori was doing something but it was not powerful enough, not coherent enough to pose a serious threat to the Violent Violet. The hem of her skirt flapped. The Hachijo's legs moved, causing Jessica to stabilize a little bit. Mayori's weak punches glanced off Jessica's side. But it was not nearly enough to stop the tide of power that Jessica was, and in short order Jessica had lifted Mayori into the air in a very compromised position.

And just to prove a point, Jessica brought Mayori down with extra power, extra oomph, just to show this woman that any dissent from Jessica's cruel will would not be tolerated. Coming down from such towering heights would have been painful for anyone, but Jessica had a great desire to put as much pain into as was possible from human hands. The crowd cringed right before Mayori hit the mat. In Jessica's opinion, Mayori should have cringed even more.

Jessica would roll over, and then lurk over Mayori for a bit. She would see Mayori's face one last time before she attempted to break out. The Violent Violet quickly brought her legs up and wrapped them around Mayori's head with her crotch right in Jessica's face. The figure four leg lock was an extremely painful move, and humiliating to boot. Or at least Jessica thought it was, given her arched eyebrows.

[Caduces]

Mayori's head and shoulders sluggishly moved as Jessica positioned the poor girl in white for the figure four around her neck. She was looking face down at her attacker, held in place on her knees.

"Ughhhh..ughohhh..." Mayori's moans trailed off into breathless sighs. Her eyelids drooped and her face felt like it was cooling down from the lack of blood flow past the mighty thighs that held her. Mayori's hands folded over the top of Jessica's legs and the referee was watching for her to tap out. But, Mayori just hung there. Helplessly.

Her long dark hair framed her squeezed face and feathered against the bottom of Jessica's quadriceps. Her shimmery two piece clung to the lower curves the more Jessica made the Hachijo girl bend forward to see the look in her eyes. Mayori's eyes showed a silent plea, whilst Jessica's showed no leniency or signs of relent.

[LtLukas]

Jessica looked down at Mayori. The first thing to look for was a tap. Jessica had heaped abuse upon this woman for the duration of the evening, and there was only so much any woman could take. The Japanese girl hung on for a lot longer than Jessica would have thought at the start of the match, and she had to give Mayori credit for that, but everyone had their limits. And Jessica thought she must have been close. The second thing that she was looking for was the desperation, the pangs of regret at having stepped into the ring with Jessica. There it was. Eyes pleading for quarter, for clemency, for something.

But Jessica was not prepared to show mercy. She squeezed the hold that little bit tighter, putting that little bit more pressure onto Mayori's body. Humping one's opponent was not the way that it was taught in wrestling schools across the US, but Jessica was very much a product of her own environment. And her environment told her to put on a show. So Jessica grabbed Mayori's pretty hair, and made a quick thrusting motion to degrade her opponent.

"Don't give up now," Jessica mocked her opponent. "I haven't even broken anything yet..."

[Caduces]

Before the scene of her torture could dim any further in her eyes, Mayori's hair was grabbed and Jessica Wright made her next move.

The poor girl's hands fell off of her attacker's thighs and her arms began to flail. The referee would swoop in and see that the hold had turned illegal with the hair grab and would start counting for a break up. Mayori's boots patted the mat and the crowd gave Jessica their take on the sign of disrespect. Would the crowd's reaction or the referee's count get Jessica to release the hold?

Mayori tried to twist her body to no avail. Her muffled screams against the sides of Jessica's inner thighs were disheartening even for the fans in the first few rows. This match had deteriorated into a terrible showing for the Hachijo girl at the hands of a woman that outclassed her beyond her ability to overcome.

At the opening bell, she looked brave. Now, she was being made to look foolish...in her own eyes, at least.

The referee stoops down and gets in Jessica's face, warning with his ascending count.

[LtLukas]

Jessica felt the footfalls of the referee coming towards her on the mat. The ref always had a nasty way of ruining her fun. Jessica sighed as she looked up at the zebra, who was putting on a brave face to chastise her. The Violent Violet shrugged. "Come on. Can't a girl have fun in here?" The referee warned her again, and Jessica held the submission a second longer than she absolutely had to, then released the Japanese woman's head back to her. She rose up, right over her opponent, and then took a few steps back.

She flipped her hair as she waited for her opponent to rise from the mat. Jessica wondered how much more this woman could take. The Violent Violet didn't know if she would be able to take as much as Mayori had just been forced to deal with, as she reflected on certain matches that she had already been through. She balled her fists. No, there could be no stopping now.

But she wanted to see if Mayori would come to her. "Come at me. Show me what little fighting spirit you have left in that body. Come at me, and I am going to extinguish that light. And it is going to suck for you."

[Caduces]

In the shadow of the Violent Violet, Mayori was barely stirring beyond the deeper breaths she labored to bring into her lungs.

With her left cheek on the canvas and her hair over her right shoulder, the Hachijo girl slid her right arm over the canvas and tried to prop the right side of her torso up. Every movement was slowed and felt like a punishment for even trying to rouse an aching body such as hers. Mayori let out intermittent low sighs of pain and exhaustion through her paled lips. If the referee checked on her now, she would only respond with those sounds.

Jessica's words were lost on her, but Mayori knew the context only led to more of a beatdown. Her fighting spirit had neared its limit. She could not bring pain to this opponent, much less execute the move that would earn her the victory. Mayori's temptation to give in to Jessica had been increased ever since the sharpness of her figure four hold on her neck. Only the referee's intervention stopped her from signaling her surrender. She recognized that she lacked the ability to escape or break the next attack, whatever that was. But, she wouldn't just roll onto her back and expect Jessica to cover her.

No. Mayori knew that the match was lost but she was not going to help herself lose it. The Hachijo girl got both arms underneath her torso and slowly pushed upward. She was ever-so-slowly making it to all-fours. Her suit angled up her hips even more as she began to raise her knees off of the canvas. Jessica's shadow intersected her own on the canvas beneath her. The taller woman was standing to her left and she was either measuring a follow up or simply waiting on Mayori to make another move.

Mayori was anguished as she stood all the way. Her arms couldn't raise up in defense, but she was showing Jessica that she wasn't done just by getting up after that last hold. Her petite shoulders went up and down with each labored breath as Mayori turned to face her opponent. Though her bodily movements were showing courage, Mayori's eyes showed a bit of pleading for an end to the match. Such a betrayal of the white-clad warrior girl's spirit, but it was as real as her ability to get back up.

"...nhhh...ughhh..."

[LtLukas]

Jessica watched. At any point, she could have charged in there and attacked Mayori, blowing out the candle. But she didn't want to. She wanted to hear the swelling of the crowd as they cheered for the smaller woman against the giant Jessica. She wanted to witness firsthand the destruction that she had wrought upon her opponent. She wanted to take a moment and soak everything in. So the Violent Violet watched as Mayori labored up to her feet, sighing and groaning with pain under the weight of her own fatigue and how much Jessica had battered her. A fierce look appeared in Jessica's eye, one that told the world how malevolent she truly was.

Mayori didn't have her hands up, and at this point, she was not sure that it would have really mattered. The Violent Violet was advancing slowly, menacingly. At the moment, she felt like a glacier sliding down a vast mountainside. She was inevitable, and that sense of destiny would have to be impressed upon not only Mayori but everyone watching in the crowd and at home. The Violent Violet was purposefully showing to the world that she was not tired nor hurt. It was a bit of a show, but Jessica was a natural showwoman. Her sweaty, toned body was on full display as she took step after step towards the woman standing against her.

The final few steps came a little bit faster. Jessica charged in and launched a devastating punch towards Mayori's stomach. She reckoned that this match was nearly over, but she wanted to loosen Mayori up a bit before she got into her finisher. Because the Queenmaker was fast approaching, and Jessica wanted to hasten its onset.

[Caduces]

Mayori heard the crowd's noise crescendo as she breathlessly watched Jessica close in on her.

Her boots felt like they had been filled with wet sand and her once nimble movements were stagnated with fatigue. There was no evading a charge from Jessica. Her arms felt like they were tethered to the canvas itself. There was no way she could block or counter what her purple-haired opponent decided to throw her way.

The inevitable happened after an eternity of dread.

"...naoh...!"

Mayori felt her abdominal muscle forcefully plunged against by Jessica's line punch and it sent her down to one knee. Bent at the waist and barely able to put an arm over the spot of the shot, Mayori's fortunes hadn't changed for the worst. She was already in the worst position a wrestler could be in. The referee had no say in match stoppage considering Mayori hadn't asked for an end to her travail.

The crowd watched as the Hachijo girl's dark hair dangled in front of her bowed head and her white bottoms curved up her left hip. She was moments from what they recognized was setup for Jessica's finish of choice.

[LtLukas]

Jessica was on the move. Her hair completed its upward swing and swung down in turn as Jessica advanced on the Hachijo woman in front of her. Mayori was bent over already, in the perfect position for Jessica to launch into her finisher. A step forward got her in range, and a step out and then in ensured that Mayori's head was carefully ensconsed between her strong legs. Jessica took a moment bending over. It was a nice feeling to have another woman's head between your legs, she thought.

But that was only part of it. She bent down to wrap Mayori's arms up underneath her so that there was no escape. Jessica had strong hands, and she was sure that Mayori was not going to offer up that much resistance. Once she got that in place, she would pause for a second and look around. Everyone knew what was coming. The crowd did not want Jessica to win. They wanted this plucky little hometown heroine to come away with a victory.

But that wasn't to be. Hell, that made Jessica go through with the next move even harder. It was a quick up and down until Jessica had pulled her Queenmaker off. And from there, she would roll Mayori over and go for a quick pin.

ONE!

The ref girl counted.

[Caduces]

"...nnnhhh..."

The Hachijo girl helplessly moaned as she was gathered between Jessica's legs. Her stupor became compounded with her confusion at the positioning of her arms across her chest. She was bent in half and being corralled rather compactly for a move she had not prepared for nor was she even familiar with this configuration. This made countering such a move near-impossible if she were not sapped of her ability to fight or lacked endurance.

Mayori also couldn't ascertain what was going on around her. Jessica's smile. The crowd's will for her to keep fighting. She couldn't make out that the encouraging shouts were on her behalf, pushing for her to escape the beginning motion of the Queenmaker.

Then, it came. It was sudden. It was inverted. It was a dulling pain that wracked the Hachijo beauty from her chin to middle of the her thighs, which was the exact order that she hit the canvas in an unprotected manner. The double-arm-trap suplex lasted on a second with her body in a straight line for half of that time.

"...nh!..."

Mayori laid in the shadow of Jessica for another second and a half before she was turned over by Jessica shoulder first. Without feeling much else beyond her white and red spandex bottoms creeping up, Mayori sensed herself being cradled in a single leghook pin. Sense and nothing more.

ONE!

Mayori's arms remained at her side and her head fell to the right. With closed eyes, she communicated to the LAW fans at ringside that she had nothing with which to fight back. Her hooked leg dangled limply in the powerful and tensed forearm of the proven Violent Violet.

TWO! THREE!

The pretty girl in white lied defeated in the middle of the ring, hapless and dominated by a woman out of her class.