Jessica Wright vs. Marisa Wiltsure

[LtLukas]

Jessica was sensing that Marisa did not want it. Very few women in their right mind would. And that made Jessica want it all the more. The tremors of the darkhaired beauty shaking her head and the ripples of Jessica's skin on her thigh formed the steady backbeat to the slow painful durge that Jessica was performing. The Violent Violet was practically snarling now, and the adrenaline was flowing through her freely. She breathed in, showing off her own bust a little bit in the process.

Then she went for it. Jessica started leaning back more, letting her long arms pull on Marisa's chin as she laced her fingers. She wanted this particular move to hurt, badly, and she wanted Marisa to remember this on her loneliest nights when she was thinking about all of the ways that she could have won this match. But Jessica just wouldn't allow it.

[Devilish53]

The hold was bad enough on its own, but the slow, yet increasing method of exertion Jessica was unleashing on Marissa's back made it all the worse. Rather than unload in painful bursts, or go for broke from the get-go, it was like Jessica was warming her body up for the tension to come. When the pain began to build to extreme levels, the slow build of said technique made Marissa think it would not quickly end. Though she tried to endure all the same. A near impossible task.

Eyes shut tight and teeth on show, the referee would nearly be able to perform a dental inspection for how bared those gnashers of the Brit's were. Her hands digging into Jessica's thigh meat, not uncomfortably nor sharply despite her best efforts, but simply as a means to hold on. Like biting down on a block of wood during an amputation, Marissa felt the very such could happen in this world-shattering hold.

With her entire spine, nonetheless. She wasn't lucky enough for it to be just a mere limb.

[LtLukas]

Jessica could feel it now, the unholy pressure being applied to Marisa's back. The interesting thing about a human being's back was that it was usually most of your body, so when that was under attack, well, your whole day was ruined. And it was with precisely that intent that Jessica relished the situation that she was putting Marisa in.

But this wasn't going to finish her. And Jessica knew that. So she let the darkhaired woman down, slowly at first, letting the woman ease down to the ground to wring the last drops of the hold from her and make it as painful as humanly possible.

After she let Marisa down, she rose off her before bending down once more to pluck the woman from the canvas. She figured that she had earned herself a chance to flip the woman upside down and go for a tombstone pildriver!

[Devilish53]

Marissa was holding on to that submission cry, but her body was paying a heavy toll. She knew that whatever came next would have likely done so without a shred of resistance from the Brit, such was the ache on her spine. And sure enough, she'd soon find herself painfully right.

Yelping in her release, not even given time to try and adjust her frame and soothe it back to its normal angle, Marissa found herself spun over and clenched. Without so much as a fist thrown, the Brit could but let loose a almost cartoonish gulp as Jessica pulled her upwards, before dumping her outright on her head with all of her might combined with Marissa's own weight.

What came next was hardly a shock to anyone watching, as Marissa went spread eagle on the canvas; mouth wide and eyes shut, with the referee already zooming in for a check of her conscious state.

[LtLukas]

Jessica pulled it off. She could hardly believe it after taking such a brutal beating earlier in the match. Some of it could be chalked up to adrenaline to be sure, but most of it was pure obstinance. She was still shaking a bit as she let out a war woop. The ref girl came over to check to see if Marisa was still awake, which Jessica took as a sign to get herself down and go for a cover.

She sank to her knees and laid across her darkhaired opponent, hooking Marisa's leg as she did so. Jessica put all of her body weight onto Marisa. If she wanted to kick out, she was going to have to kick out with Jessica's entire frame right on top of her. The Violent Violet barked at the ref girl, admonishing her for not having started already.

ONE!

She counted.

[Devilish53]

Marissa was in a world of her own; what little she could open her eyes was filled with dull colours and blurs, as the lights of the arena shone brightly into her focusless eyes. It was only the hooking of her figure into that pinning position that Marissa was reminded she was indeed in a wrestling match, and in the poor position of one to boot, as she raised her head just a touch to see her opponent atop of her own. With the first count made easily enough, the Brit mustered enough sense to at least realise what she needed to do.

Haplessly waiting for that second count to come down, Marissa needed what seconds were given to her as that hand raised again, for an attempt at a third call that would have put things back to an even playing field. Inhaling deeply, the spiky haired figure rose that arm of hers with perhaps fractions of a second to spare, as the referee looked to the timekeeper to signal that this match was still one in her favour.

[LtLukas]

Jessica felt the world shift under her. She looked up and prayed to the wrestling gods that it was sufficient for a three count, but she saw the ref waving it off. She closed her fist and pounded the mat in frustration, not showing any acceptance of the fact that she didn't get her three count. She still had two more to gain, and was tired and hurt and frustrated.

She pushed off Marisa and took a few steps back. A reset wasn't the best choice here, but Jessica was too annoyed to consider anything else. "Get your sorry ass up. Because next time you aren't going to be so fucking lucky." She hollered.

[Devilish53]

Marissa was lucky if anything that Jessica didn't opt to turn things into a ground game, perhaps hooking around Marissa in ways yet to be seen whilst trying to turn this into a submission moment instead. She was hardly complaining though, as Jessica willingly pushed herself off to get to her feet, practically inviting the Brit to join her.

Naturally Marissa did, though slowly of course, with her hands holding her thighs as she came to her feet, before those arms of hers came up with fists poised at the end of them.

[LtLukas]

Jessica was rocking back and forth. She had so much nervous energy within her. While she hadn't done her finisher, she had done everything short of that and here Marisa was, standing in front of her. Her harsh taunt helped soothe herself, but Jessica was starting to wonder how much more offense she could muster. And she had two pins that she still needed. Her eyes narrowed. There was no time to be nervous. The only thing left to do was move forward.

Jessica started off slowly at first, but then picked up steam. She was making a bee line towards Marisa, and jumped into the air. The Violent Violet was going for a missile dropkick. She was tired, she was hurt, she was anxious. So perhaps there was never a better time to go for absolute broke.

[Devilish53]

By the time Jessica was airborne, Marissa had deemed it too late. She was standing, but on legs far too wobbly for her to move out of the way with the knowledge she'd do so fully. All she could do now was stand in the path of those diving legs, raising both her arms up in a crossing fashion in hopes those feet planted squarely upon them.

For if they did, and obviously didn't seek Marissa's head nor vulnerable abs, the Brit would seek to push off of that momentum that Jessica gave her. Planning to press her back into the ropes behind her, she'd seek to near enough dive at Jessica as she fell to the ground off her own kick, with intent to boot the violet as if she were a soccer ball.