Izzi vs. Jessica Wright

the rake across the face turned out not to be very effective and fairly soon afterwards Jessica snatched ahold of the kitty's arm and sent a stern uppercut up into Cham Cham's chin.

"Ungh!" She let out as her head snapped back, her green hair snapped back over her head as she crumpled backwards down onto the floor...

Meanwhile inside the ring, Izzi had been brought enough time by her partner in crime to actually make it all the way back up to her feet. The ref girl, no long preoccupied, finally managed to spot Jessica outside the ring dispatching the feline brat. There was no rule against Jessica attacking someone else outside the ring, but the situation did seem a bit fishy and she started to wonder what involvement that cat had in the proceedings.

Before she could ask any questions though, Izzi rushed by her right towards Jessica as she was turning to re orientate herself facing the ring. The blonde haired brat jumped into a baseball slide, aiming to ram both her feet into Jessica's large breasts.. A favoured target of the brat pack, particularly on women that were graced in that area

Jessica had a blessing. Well, two blessings. She knew her large breasts were big and beautiful and she loved all the attention she got because of them even if she wished she garnered that sort of attention for her wrestling skills. But it was what it was, and Jessica held the gaze of many people for it. And, unfortunately, they were two very large targets for rascals.

The Violent Violet was expecting some sort of aerial assault and got a neat little baseball slide to her right breast for her incorrect expectation. It felt like a balloon that was about to pop and Jessica fell over clutching her chest. Her face scrunched up as she rolled around on the hard concrete floor. Not even in her more brutal matches had she had to face blows to the chest, but here she was encountering that against two little kawaiis.

All the stuff about the uppercut and the blows she had gotten in earlier had been forgotten. Now it was just pain. She remained facedown, massaging her breast.

Izzi scooted out under the bottom ropes after drilling the soles of her boots right into Jessica's poor breast, getting to her feet outside the ring as the ref yelled in annoyance "Hey! you get it back in the ring right now!" Izzi simply let out a light hearted "Pfft!" noise, even as the ref started a ten count on the two of them.

Bending down over Jessica, Izzi collected her arms around the back of her head and grasp two rough handfuls of purple hair to help draw the bigger woman up to her feet. Cham Cham groan and roll over to one side, her paw gripping at her jawline. The mischievous little succubus certainly was feeling a bolstered air of confidence now that she was back in the command seat and even took the time to shake Jessica's head from side to side by the hair, just to show her who was boss! Once Jess was pretty much fully up to her feet, Izzi reached down to grab onto her Jessica's arm at the wrist and yanked her sharply into an Irish whip... Trying to throw her right into the iron corner post

Just like her massive melons, Jessica's bright purple hair frequently proved itself too juicy of a target to pass up by most of her opponents. Sure enough, two large handfuls passed beyond her control and Jessica was rudely thrust into the air. The crowd was absolutely soaking tiny Izzi with praise. Big bad Jessica Wright was finally getting her comeuppance and it was from a mischievous little pipsqueak. They were going to sell Izzi t-shirts by the truckload at all the little souveneir shops scattered around the AFW arena.

The Violent Violet wasn't doing much to stop that, going headlong into the iron corner of the ring. When her thick skull hit the thicker concrete a solid thwack reverberated around the arena and Jessica dropped again. To add insult to injury, her head felt like it had been split open, just like she felt her chest was about to burst. Luckily, her head did not in fact split open nor did her chest.

But that didn't make her situation any better. Jessica grunted and tried to roll over on the ground. Her body obeyed, begrudgingly, and she was soon facing the glaring lights of the arena. It was still not time to truly pick herself up yet- she wasn't quite there.

Of course Izzi knew full well how great she was... I mean just look at her! The crowd must have been a little slow on the uptake if they were only now going out to buy all her t-shirts... In fact she didn't even think there was any left! With the bigger woman down and looking to be in bad shape after running headlong into the iron corner post, Izzi was starting to feel even more arrogant then usual. She turned and raised her arm victoriously towards the crowd.

"Yeah!! That will teach her to try and cross the brat pack!" She announced, even though it was pretty much that came out talking smack about Jessica in the first place... She had a short memory about inconvenient facts...


"Two!!  ....Three!!!" The ref continued the 10 count with the two of them still outside the ring... Izzi reached down to grab at Jessica's purple hair again, intending to pull her up and then bundle her back in the ring under the bottom ropes.

Wah, wah. Sounds that could be Izzi's annoying voice washed over her. Her senses were made dull by all of the blows but slowly returned. The ref's voice was as clear as a clarion bell and Jessica tried to gather herself to make the leap into the ring. As luck would have it, Izzi would assist her in this task, heaving her into the ring. Jessica rolled once, twice, three times and then came to a halt.

As she looked up at the ceiling of the arena, she realized she had to do something. She was getting her ass royally handed to her by this absolute pipsqueak of a wrestler. Her murderous thoughts enlivened her, and she began to fully comport herself. Jessica stood up and after a few wayward steps to ensure she would remain standing, crouched into her fighting stance.

The Violent Violet reckoned she had a chance and decided to take it. If Izzi was going to hang around outside the ring, Jessica was going to take advantage of that. She would bound forward and leap into the air, trying to catch Izzi's head with two extended feet!

Izzi was still feeling pretty cocky and so didn't rush to get back in the ring so that she could stay on Jessica.. She checked over her tag partner who had been successful in giving Izzi the chance to recover and take control, even though she wouldn't ever verbally admit that... The feline seemed to be ok despite Jessica's viscious attack, only now reaching out for the iron guard railings to drag herself up to her feet..

"ahh you'll be fine..." Izzi waved dismissively before jumping up onto the apron of the ring. It was rather unfortunately that the succubus didn't take the time to check where Jessica was before leaping up... If she had she'd have seen the big woman on her feet ready to charge! By the time Izzi got her footing on the apron, she had just about enough time to gasp in before Jessica's booted feet flew through the ropes right into her lithe body

"OUUUUGGGHHH!!!" Izzi coughed out as the drop kick flung her so far off the the apron that her body turned in mid air and landed side first against the iron guard railing right next to Cham Cham. the fence rattled as Izzi slumped heavily down from the railings to the floor, clasping at her side and stomach tightly

For so long, Jessica had been underwater in this match. She felt like she had gotten off to a fine start, but the whole time outside the ring she was drowning. Given the fact that she spent so little time in the air, Jessica was more than a tad surprised at the ease with which she glided through the ropes. The Violent Violet half expected to botch the move, but sure enough she sliced through the air and through the ropes and chanced upon the soft flesh of Izzi's bosom. It was a good clean hit.

And Jessica went tumbling down to the concrete. It hurt pretty badly, but Jessica was relying on the fact that Izzi was hurt a little worse. It sure seemed like it, the way she was slumping against the barrier and clutching her side. As much as Jessica wanted to gloat about it, she was aware of the ref slowly counting to the time when both of them would be disqualified. It was made somewhat more salient due to the fact that the little ref girl was all but shouting it now. SHe dashed over and flung Izzi towards the ring to try and get her inside of it.

She bounded towards the squared circle herself and would drag Izzi into the ring if she had to. What she would do there wasn't important. That was something she could afford to worry about in a second- for right now all she was concerned with was keeping this match going!

Izzi half lay half leaned on the railing pretty much needing Jessica to help pull her off, although the purple haired brute did so in a rather rough and aggressive manner.

"NH!" Izzi grunted out as her small body was wrenched unsympathetically from the guard rail and yanked forcefully over towards the ring whether the little brat wanted to go there or not. Izzi was unceremoniously dumped in under the bottom ropes back into the ring, rolling over a couple of times until she ended up laying sprawled out on her back. She clenched her teeth, squirming a little and favouring the side she'd landed on the railings with

The count was getting too dangerous now. The Violent Violet had to show a little hustle to get back into the ring. Surely all the perverts in the audience would enjoy seeing her large chest jiggle and bounce as she ran but she didn't mind as long as they saw her slip into the ring. She gazed down at the little kawaii and felt quite a bit like a little girl on Christmas.

All that nonsense outside of the ring was behind them now. She could be here, in the ring, where she belonged. And more importantly, she could do what she did best which was assault girls with power moves. She bent over to pick Izzi up and drape her over her back for a torture rack!