Alyssa Monroe Vs. Monica Jackson - II: Iron Woman Match

[Devastated]

Alyssa had little she could do other than try to brace and take the hits, she had taken plenty of hits in her time as a fighter. Both in MMA and here in LAW...so she was proud in her uncanny ability to take a beating. Monica though, was really taking that ability of hers through the ultimate test, after the purple haired fighter had finished off her barrage of punches, Alyssa laid on her back in a daze. Her mind felt like it had been through a clothes dryer. She was dizzy, dazed and her vision was blurry. It was an awful feeling, just moving a little made her feel like she wanted to throw up.

As she laid there in her daze though, she was met with the sole of Monica's boot as it pressed down into her cheek and ground into her face. " Nnngh..." Alyssa groaned weakly, she couldn't do much more than that at the moment. The only signs of her actually being alive was the fact that her modest chest was heaving as she breathe.

Monica soon rolled her over, and took a commanding grip of Alyssa's legs. Grabbing them and folding them over her own and locked the blonde into that sharpshooter. Pain shot up through the back of Alyssa, but little registered with her dazed mind at first. She let out low pained groans at first which became louder and louder the longer she was in the hold and the more clear that her mind was getting.

"Aaaah!" Alyssa soon yelled out, clawing weakly at the canvas as she struggled and shifted, she was helpless right now....and she knew it, Though Alyssa was tenacious enough to not give Monica the satisfaction of a quick win. She gnashed her teeth together and struggled fruitlessly, clawing at the canvas and weakly swinging her arms forward in attempts to pull and crawl and drag them towards the ropes.

[RJD]

Monica enjoyed the struggle of her rival, smirking as she clawed so desperately at the canvas, though her satisfaction shrank as Alyssa got closer and closer to the ropes. The violent lightweight waited till she grabbed the rope to let go of her leg, and sit back up.

" Alright... stall this point out all you want. " Monica grumbled, frustrated that Alyssa had managed to get out of that one.

Monica would try to grab her opponent's arm and pull her up to her feet, before pulling her towards the middle of the ring. Monica would then try to lift her foe and crouch to carry her over the top of her shoulders, before then trying to throw Alyssa forward and knee her in the face as she came down, trying to nail her with a GTS in the centre of the ring.

[Devastated]

Monica thought she could easily take a win in this match then she would be sorely mistaken. Alyssa gnashed her teeth as she managed to finally reach out and grab for the ropes!

Not long after did Monica release her legs and those limbs of the blonde flopped down onto the canvas. She gasped and cried out a bit in pain, clicking her tongue and trying to bear with the pain for the moment. Though it looked as if Monica wasn't about to give her any respite. No, as she grabbed a hold of Alyssa's arm and began to pull her up towards her feet.

She was dragged along by Monica's will, and pulled into the center of the ring. Grumbling and struggling to push Monica away, in efforts that were in vain. As she was pulled up over Monica's shoulders, the purple haired lightweight showed off a fair bit of power, lifting Alyssa up and then throwing her over head. Alyssa's eyes widened as she saw what was coming but could do nothing about it, her head crashing down onto that rising knee which smacked into her chin and snapped her head backwards!

The body of Alyssa fell limp onto the canvas, bounced once as she then rolled over onto her back, one arm spread out and the other draped over her chest as her head laid turned to the side, with one cheek pressing against the canvas. Almost looking as if she was asleep, knocked senseless by the nasty GTS no doubt.

[RJD]

Monica thrust that knee up with so much vigor that one had to question her empathy, nailing Alyssa in the chin and leaving her to ragdoll limply to the mat. Monica smirked proudly, whistling as she looked over at the brat, admiring her handiwork.

" Damn! Now that's a finisher! " Monica said with a chuckle.
"I bet you're nearly clean knocked out huh. " Monica said knowing that perhaps she was even KOed, but the lightweight wanted to not only destroy Alyssa's body, but take away her dignity too.

Monica got up to her feet quickly and and walked up to Alyssa, trying to push her over onto her front before the ref could even check if she was conscious. The lightweight would then walk over her head, standing at either side, and with quick self inflicted wedgie Monica jiggled her butt and lowered it slowly onto the face below, bouncing free times before wiggling to get Alyssa's nose within her butt cleavage, where her mid match musk would be strongest.

The ref would start to make a pin count, but Monica quickly yelled " Stop! "

" This is a submission... " Monica stated bluntly, to a very confused looking ref.

" Uhmm...but...okay. " the ref said.

[Devastated]

It wasn't a stretch to say that Alyssa was nearly knocked out by that GTS of Monica's. It was a nasty move and the purple haired lightweight had managed to hit it cleanly. There was no way that she wasn't feeling the effects of it, and badly. Yet Alyssa was hanging on to a sliver of consciousness for better or for worse.

Monica began to mock the blonde and Alyssa could do very little about it other than to let out a groan...same as she was soon met with an unpleasant feeling for her but probably more than what the men in the crowd was dreaming of. Monica pressed her shapely rear down and pinned Alyssa down in that humiliating facesit, as the more shapely lightweight decided to humiliate Alyssa.

"Mmph..." She let out a low muffled complaint and groan from under those cheeks, as the referee and Monica was chatting. She was stuck in this position as from the muffled talk she could make out it seemed as if there was no pin count. The hands of Alyssa weakly moved up and grabbed at Monica's thighs and hips, trying to weakly push and shove at her rival.

[RJD]

" that's right. Eat my ass you little brat. " Monica said, bouncing her plump cheeks all over the blonde's face, trying to bump her head off the canvas painfully to make her cry into her wedgied butt. Once she was done bouncing, Monica switched to forcefully grinding, smothering her opponent completely so she would be able to get not a single bit of air.

" this is your place, accept it alright. " Monica said, speaking freely without her rival butting in.

" I want you to really give in, oh and... " Monica said, before lifting up her butt long enough to let Alyssa gasp for air for a few seconds, before trying to sit back down on Alyssa's nose and engulf her defiant visage with her sweat sticky cheeks. This would be the only chance Alyssa had to counter, if she had it in her.

" I'm only accepting tap-outs. " Monica said, making it clear what Alyssa had to do if she didn't want to spend the rest of the match being repeatedly butt smothered to near knockout.

[Devastated]

Monica's ass had pretty much engulfed the whole face of the blonde, there was many things she could say about Monica but saying she had anything other than a great ass would have been a lie. She was currently being bullied and humiliated by that very butt. The shapely rear bounced and smacked down on her head over and over...

Alyssa felt as she was about to pass out from the lack of air...but then Monica chose to raise her butt up. Instinctively Alyssa gasped for air! Panting out before that butt once more smacked down on her face. A pained grunt escaped the blonde as she squirmed underneath Monica...

Finally it became too much, it was clear that Monica wasn't going to release her. She weakly began to tap at Monica's hip...tapping out to the humiliating face-sit submission of her hated rival and earning Monica her first fall in this Iron Woman match.

The referee would call for the score on the screen.

Alyssa Monroe: 2 - Monica Jackson: 1