Izzi vs. Jessica Wright

Izzi grunted out as Jessica snagged ahold of her legs and started to draw her back away from the safety of the ropes, in towards the middle of the ring to carry on further punishment. The succubus body was so light that she couldn't really do much to falter the bigger woman's progress

It seemed like Jessica was pissed, Izzi couldn't imagine why... But either way, she wasn't in the best of spots right now. Slap bang in the middle of the ring, Jessica hooked Izzi's ankles under her armpits, forcing the kawaii girl's hips to elevate off the mat

"no nnngh!!!" Izzi protested incomprehensibly as she was flipped over onto her front with relative ease... She grasped and clawed at the mat in an attempt to crawl away before Jessica could get the boston fully locked in, but soon enough she felt Jess's big leg step over to the other side of her waist and then the American's ass descend slowly down into the small of her back.

"Ahhhhh!!" Izzi cried out into the canvas, her right hand cheek forced down into the mat as her body was curved backwards... Her cute little tush pressing in tightly against Jessica's lower belly and upper crotch

The Boston Crab is one of the most basic and fundamental moves in any wrestler's arsenal. Any schlub can pull it off, and any schlub can see how much it hurts. Jessica pulled Izzi's legs backwards about as hard as she could. It was so rewarding to feel that light resistance of the tendons and muscles and all the little pulpy bits against her, and the concomitant recognition of how much it must have hurt. The brat was obviously not a very big fan of it as her yell indicated, but Jessica was never the type to quit early.

Jessica pulled back harder. She wanted to sap this girl of the power that made her call Jessica out. She wanted to show what happened to bitches who had the fucking temerity to call out Jessica Wright. The cameras would surely be flashing as the two beautiful women were wrapped up in each other in the ring and as both of them were straining hard.

The Violent Violet remained silent. Her teeth were gritted now and bared to the world. She was focusing now although she hardly needed to. Basically it was just her leaning back, and lean back she did. Her eyes were squinted under the screaming lights of the arena, and the crowd was beseeching the Violent Violet to let Izzi go.

Jessica pulled back hard forcing Izzi's small supple body to bend into a deeper curve; her butt all wrapped up in shiny lycra like a piece of candy, rubbed firmly over the front of Jessica's abs as the bigger woman leaned back in the hold. The little brat clenched her teeth and fiercely clawed her fingers into the mat, she had to make her escape but the purple haired woman had dragged her right out into the middle of the ring and there was little chance of her being able to drag them both over to safety.

"NNH!!" Izzi grunted out as she started to fuss and twist against the floor; the kawaii girl hoped to force herself up onto one side under Jessica, paused momentarily to pant a few hurriedly mouthfuls of the air in front of her. She reached a hand back and shoved against Jessica's back just above her butt, twisting her body more to the side and generally trying to make it as difficult as possible for Jessica to maintain the hold.

One of the things that usually sunk Jessica was her incredible hubris. The Violent Violet could honestly not fathom that Izzi could resist this move at all, let alone attempt to break free of it. As she felt the little kawaii move under her, she paid no more attention to it than she would to the movements of a fly. But then there came a shove, and Jessica nearly toppled over. It was simply inconceivable that the smaller girl had some fight in her. The Violent Violet stumbled forward and released the hold. When she rose up and turned around, she was in shock.

Here she was, the Violent Violet, the future champion, the meanest toughest girl in the league and she had just let a little fucking kawaii break a submission. It was humiliating and Jessica honestly felt the few jeers she got from the crowd were well deserved. Jessica must have had half a hundred pounds on this girl- what was going on? What caused her to falter?

Her arrogance, of course. The same thing that pushed her higher and higher, and the same thing that pushed Jessica to redouble her efforts to attack Izzi. Her pride had been wounded and Jessica would not let that bruise on her ego stand. She surged forward, swinging in a low kick as she went.

Izzi grunted out as Jessica released her legs and they flopped down onto the mat. She shuffled her legs to prop herself up on her knees, ass sticking up in the air as she felt the small of her back in pain. The ref girl came over to make sure she was alright to continue and thats when the brat made her move... No, not Izzi, but the green haired feline that was mischievously patrolling the perimeter of the ring outside.

Cham Cham was already at the side that Jessica stumbled towards and as soon as the purple haired wrestler turned around to charge at the blonde succubi, Cham Cham ducked under the bottom ropes and swiped her paws at Jessica's legs...

"Weow.." she let out cattily as she tried to snag a hold of Jessica's ankle, she hoped to trip the bigger woman face first down onto the mat as she tried to make her charge

Jessica could visualize it. That was what made Jessica such an effective wrestler- there were a thousand moves swirling around her head at any given moment thanks to her profound experience. Izzi's stupid smirking face would produces a spout of blood like a babbling brook. Later on she wanted to turn that creek into the Mississippi, but for right now a low kick would be enough for the Violent Violet. Hell, her ass was in the air, like she was ready to be taken forcefully.

She lurched forward, ready to seize on the opportunity. Her body had been honed on the mat and in the gym and usually it responded so well to her commands. When she tried to put her right leg forward to tear towards Izzi, nothing was amiss. But when her left leg was asked to move forward in sync, something went awry. It remained behind and a surprised look came across Jessica face. Oh shit, that bitch outside the ring, Jessica thought as the canvas rose up to meet her. She tumbled down to the mat, face first.

Izzi reached around to press one hand on the small of her back while the other hand wearily reached out and grabbed onto the ref girl that had strayed to close, trying to use her as leverage to help herself up to her feet... In the meantime, this meant that the figure of authority here was momentarily per-occupied... Just the way the Brat Pack liked their referees to be!

Cham Cham reached into the ring again and snagged ahold of Jessica's foot at the ankle, Izzi would need a bit of recovery time and no doubt that simple trip wouldn't be enough to keep Jessica down for long. The pesky feline walked backwards and tried to wrench the purple haired woman right out under the bottom ropes... Potentially giving Jessica an unceremonious face first drop down from the ring once the upper half of her body had slipped under the ropes and cleared the ring apron

Something about the evening had turned unreal. Izzi got out of her submission and now she was face down on the mat. A hand grabbed her leg. If how the night had been so far was any indication of what had happened, it was probably a goddamn gnome or something like that. She saw herself losing ground and then the mat fell out from under her. "Gah!" she exhaled as she saw the unwelcoming concrete rise up to meet her. Fortunately she managed to get her hands down to soften the blow a little bit.

As Jessica rose up, she kept her eyes back in the ring. "What the fuck are you looking at?" She hollered at the referee. She turned to find Cham Cham. "And what the fuck were you thinking?" She advanced on the smaller girl. It was time to give her a piece of her mind.

Cham Cham found herself standing toe to toe with the big woman, none too pleased about the feline's interference in the match. For a moment the green haired girl looked a little hesitant, she didn't expect Jessica to get up so quickly a be up in her face. Plus she wasn't actually meant to be in this match... But then the moment passed and brat pack mentality took over from sanity.

Cham Cham reached up with her paw gloved hands and tried to rake her fake claws down across Jessica's face with a cute "Meowth!"

Meanwhile in the ring, Izzi had finally dragged herself up the ref's body to get to her feet. The ref girl hurriedly worked to unhanded the brat from her clothing, unable to turn her attention to Jessica that was yelling at her from outside the ring.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that the ref girl wasn't paying attention. That was fortuitous for the Violent Violet, as she needed some measure of revenge on this woman. The woman stanind before her did a little cat claw, which was adorable and completely useless. Jessica caught it and twisted the arm painfully. With her free hand she would send the most devastating punch she could muster in that tight space up towards Cham Cham's chin.

Then she would let go. The ref would be looking over here soon and Jessica didn't want to bow out of this match because of a DQ. Not after she got called out. Jessica tried to reorient herself so that she could keep one eye on the girl still outside the ring with her and one on the girl still very much in the ring