Alyssa Monroe Vs. Monica Jackson

[Devastated]

Alyssa pulled that leg over her head and locked in a tight hold over Monica, locking in a nasty stretch muffler where she could hyper-extend and torture the leg of the slightly more busty purple haired fighter. Not only that but Alyssa was able to get in a bit more humiliation on Monica as she started to grind her boot down against the back of her rival's head. Looking to make sure that Monica knew who was top dog around here!

Though it looked as if Monica didn't enjoy that, not one bit. In fact she let out a bit of a swear, it was almost cute. It caused Alyssa to smirk as she attempted to crank up the pressure of her stretch muffler, pulling on that leg even more...but as she did so her attention had been turned away from her boot at the back of Monica's head. A boot that Monica soon grabbed a hold off and started to pull off the purple haired girl's head, struggling to force her boot off of the head of Monica.

Soon she managed to pull it off of Monica's head and then started to force it down. Placing Alyssa's shin down against the mat, then came the elbows! Monica started to ram her elbow down into the British brutes calf. " Agh!" Alyssa cried out, her stretch muffler loosing out a little but she kept it tight, then another elbow drove into her calf and another. " Argh! Owh!" Alyssa grunted out in pain as she would be forced to release Monica's leg.

[RJD]

Monica has perhaps brought this humiliation upon herself by being equally cruel and dissmissive while she was the one in control, however of course even that knowledge wouldn't quench her anger. Although driving her elbow into the bratty blonde's shin over and over proved to be slightly therapeutic, Monica mindlessly repeating the action, not even with the goal of escaping as she seemingly was far too engrossed in the younger wrestler's cries.

Experience seemed to trump over passion for Monica though, luckily so as once her leg was released she snaped back to reality, somewhat frantically trying to scurry away from the blonde before moving into her knees a few feet away from the other wrestler while Alyssa herself likely focused on rising again.

Watching her opponent carefully Monica would try to get to get feet at the moment Alyssa did or just immediately after. The purple haired wrestler letting out a groanthe first time she had to put weight upon her leg that was caught in the stretch muffler, but fortunately she quickly got used to the feeling until it faded into obscurity as she pushed the pain to the back of her mind. Alyssa not locking the move in long enough for any real long term or short term problems.

" I apologise for underestimating. I realise now that some little brat as cheeky as you needs at least a black eye and a few bruised ribs to learn your place. " Monica would proclaim, getting in a fighting stance as she talked up a storm. The purple haired wrestler not being able to stop herself from reverting back to her rougher and meaner attitude after such humiliation and pain.

[Devastated]

Monica kept hammering down that elbow down into Alyssa's calf, continuing to assault the blonde until she was finally freed from the stretch muffler, the act of getting herself freed made the two fighters separate and create a few feet of distance between each other, Alyssa winced out and shook her head, biting down on her bottom lip as she pushed herself up to a stand much like how Monica Jacksson was doing right now.

The two fighters having settled to let each other get up towards their feet. Alyssa tried out putting pressure on her leg, it felt pretty shitty doing so, and she was going to have to be a bit vary to take anymore damage to it, but for now she figured that she could continue this fight no problem. Shaking her head a little and throwing on a wide grin across her face as she got Monica to drop that cold fake polite attitude of hers. Out came the true Monica it seemed, which only fired Alyssa up more to put this bitch down.

" Is that so? Well slag, let's fuckin' get this party starting!" Alyssa shouted out as she would raise her arms up and place herself into a fighting stance. She'd step forward, taking the initiative and attempting to take the first swing at Monica. Looking to shoot out her left arm as if she was going in for a swift jab. Yet in mid action, pulling the arm back and rocketing forward her right shoulder and arm as she stepped into the action, trying to fake Monica out with a left jab when her true intention was a strong body blow straight to Monica's ribs on the purple haired girl's left side.

[RJD]

Monica after her mean words would get a equally confident and rude comment back in response, not that she particularly minded though, while she naturally didn't like bitchy people she had gotten used to Alyssa's trash talking. Seeing as the purple haired wrestler had taken the most damage she was playing the fight more defensive than her opponent currently, just getting into fighting position and waiting for her opponent to charge, which inevitably she did do.

Alyssa not hesitating to approach Monica would shift her body weight as she stood in, her shoulder turning and making it fairly clear what she was going for. Monica may have had a pretty good battle sense, but she was no boxer, she just responded to whatever her senses picked up on and didn't put much thought into her fast speed close encounters. This point becoming even more apparent as Monica shifted her head slightly to the side, ready to avoid what she thought would be a quick jab, at this point Alyssa probably becoming aware of Monica's almost inhuman reflexes.

However Monica wasn't as gifted in the brains department as she was in the speed, power or even endurance department, as she closed in on Alyssa and was about to pull one of her arms back and throw her fist forward into the blonde's skull in one snap movement. The purple haired wrestler wouldn't get the chance though, as to her surprise Alyssa's fist never approached from the chest like she expected it to, but rather she would feel the woman's other fist collide hard with her rib which would cause the older wrestler to let out a sharp cry of pain as she crumbled down onto her knees while holding her side.

Monica would be completely caught by the fake out, and would let out a low growl after the pain had somewhat passed over enough for her to realise her mistake, although of course she wouldn't be able to shake off all the lingering pain of such a blow so easily. Regardless of that fact though, if Alyssa kept close enough Monica would try to push off the canvas with her foot to lunge forward and attempt to drive her skull into her opponent's gut. Monica hoping to make up for her mistake with pure tenacity, although regardless of if she succeeded or not Monica would crumble down onto her knees anyway.

[Devastated]

Alyssa looked to be the better striker of the two, as she managed to feint and then counter-punch Monica before the slightly bustier of the two was able to throw her fist into the pretty face of the Brit. Alyssa smirked as her punch sunk into Monica's side, grinding through the flesh and skin and top, feeling the bony ribs of the fellow fighter and then watched at Monica fell.

Her grin grew wider, a shit-eating grin on Alyssa's face as she watched Monica crumble down onto her knees. That should show her who the top Lightweight around here was. Alyssa stepped forward, arms raised, but a bit more relaxed now that she was in a clearly dominant position. Though that proved to be her mistake, as relaxing around Monica was a sure fire way to to take a hit.

The tenacious miss Jackson rocketed her head forward and drove it into Alyssa's abs, causing the blonde competitor to stumble back a step and cough out, dropping down onto one knee in front of Monica, coughing out and glaring at the woman. That was fucking it....Alyssa had had it with this bitch.

Alyss would pull her right hand back and attempt to throw a hard right hook to Monica's pretty face, while the two fighters were both stuck on their knees.

[RJD]

Monica may have been shown up a few times by the younger wrestler, but no matter what the punk did she wasn't going to let her opponent take the advantage without having to truly struggle for it. This point coming to light even moreso when Monica drove her skull right into Alyssa's gut, treating it as just another limb she could use to strike.

After Alyssa crumbled down to her knees Monica knew that they where going to ultimately end up trading fists, and prepared for such a thing. The purple haired wrestler quickly lifting her arms to block her opponent's punch. The older wrestler letting out a grumble as she was fairly certain there would be a bruise from that hit.

Not wasting any time being glad though Monica would proceed to wrap her arms tightly around Alyssa's head, attempting to apply a sudden and restricting squeeze and pull her opponent's head down till it was squished into her side. Monica hoping to claw ahead with a pass getame esque headlock. Monica doing her best to get and keep Alyssa on her back.

" You're better than expected. But a bit predictable, hope you don't mind being under me for the rest of the match. " Monica would say, as she tried to take control of the match.

[Devastated]

Alyssa couldn't help but gasp out as her head was grabbed by the older purple haired woman, who's arms wrapped tightly around the blonde's skull and yanked her forward, throwing her down into a side-headlock type takedown from their knees. Then she was placed into a tight almost scarf-hold like submission, a part of Monica's generous bust pressing down against her mouth as the side of Monica was pinning Alyssa's shoulder's and center of gravity down against the mat.

" MMphrgh!" The British brute grunted out into that breast of Monica, her hands gripped and grabbed at Monica, patting around as she tried to find something to grab onto, as her legs shifted and kicked against the mat. Monica's words only sent Alyssa fuming like a kettle. If this was a cartoon there would be steam coming out of the blonde's ears!

" F-ffuck....offf!...." Alyssa responded to Monica's words, one of her hands moving up to Monica's ponytail and yanked on it! While her other hand would try and grip at the back of Monica's top, tugging and pulling on it as well.

[RJD]

Monica was sure to squish her less than modest chest into Alyssa's face, very much enjoying the mix of discomfort and embarrassment that kind of close contact would likely cause her opponent, with the purple haired wrestler's frame positioned perfectly atop her opponent's to pin her to the mat. It wouldn't take long for the fiesty blonde to fight back though, the little punk quickly scouting Monica's body, likely for something she could either twist or drive part of her own body into.

After sharing some words Monica would try to tighten her hold and jostle her opponent's head in her arm, squishing her face into her bust more and in general just causing more pain. The British brute however opted yet again to go for the ponytail, almost making Monica regret her life long decision to wear her hair in such a way. " Grrr again, you fucking dirty bitch... " The purple haired woman would groan, as she tried to keep her foe in place with one arm while she lifted the other, trying to line it up with the woman's head as she groaned out in pain from her ponytail being yanked.

Then Monica would try to drive her closed fist down into Alyssa's head, hoping to rattle her enough to prevent her from continuing to yank on her ponytail, although if she didn't achieve that goal then she would attempt to continue reigning down punches on the younger wrestler. Monica had wanted to take a less ruthless and gruff approach to wrestling, but her opponent certainly wasn't making that easy.

[Devastated]

Alyssa had a firm hold of that ponytail of Monica's as she had the generous bust of the purple haired girl firmly pressing down over her mouth and partially on her nose, it was difficult to breath and Monica had a firm hold on her. It wasn't going to be easy for the blonde to free herself, that was for sure, yet the words of Monica and her actions were more than fueling the brutish Brit.

The woman in the jeans shorts yanked on that head, to pull it backwards a bit. Eyes widening as she saw the hand of Monica looming above her face, readying to strike. Alyssa would attempt to give a nasty hard yank on that ponytail to pull the head back, as she did so the blonde would try and kick up her legs and try and ensnare them around the woman's head. Trying to quickly yank Monica down onto her back and off of Alyssa before she could bring that fist down and also try and lock in a nasty headscissor hold with her lean but deadly legs.

Instantly Alyssa would try and put as much pressure as she could on those legs, aiming to start and crush that head and neck of the purple haired foe of hers.

[RJD]

Monica's growl would be consistent as her hair was grabbed, and with irritation growing she couldn't help but grind her inner arm into her foe's skull and tightly force the blonde's face into her breast further. " You know, I thought it'd be hard to smother. But I think putting a bitch like you out between my breasts would be satisfying. " The purple haired wrestler shit talked, until her hair being suddenly yanked again earned a slight cry from her.

Being pulled back Monica was surprised to feel her head get captured between two legs, of course she quickly started to reign punches into her opponent's thigh and upper leg, but it was up to chance if Alyssa would or wouldn't see that as reason enough to abandon the hold.

Agghhhh...bitttch..." Monica would grumble as her head was crushed, her body starting to involuntarily sway as the pressure on her head started to do some damage. Other than struggling wildly and punching her opponent's legs the purple haired woman was too preoccupied with the crushing pain in her head to formulate a clever counter.