Izzi vs. Jessica Wright

Izzi groaned as she felt a shadow come across her, Jessica was standing over her menacingly and Izzi couldn't do much right now apart from weakly roll up onto one side.

"Ahh!" Izzi cried out as Jessica forcefully dragged the brat up to her feet ready or not and then leaned down to get the little brat up across the back of her shoulders, hoisting her skinny little body up into the air.

"Nnnnrgggghhh!!!" Izzi grunted out deeply, her arms and legs flailing pathetically as her weight sat on the side of her body where she'd come down on the guard railings. She wrapped her arm around the front of Jessica's chin, holding on tightly as the purple haired girl applied the rack.

"Ngh! ...Let.. go!"

Jessica loved this one. She was far from a submission specialist but this move was one she could not resist using in nearly every single match she was in. First of all, she felt strong. There was something almost primal in it, like she was a cavewoman carrying home meat. Secondly, it gave her a chance to rest. She was standing straight up and not really moving much. For most heavier girls, this was a bit of a problem, but Izzi felt like a fly on her back. Finally, and most importantly, was the pain. This one hurt. Jessica knew it from her time back in the day, when many women applied it to her. Some of them even made her tap to it and from the sound of it, Izzi might tap her and now.

So Jessica tried to make that decision a little bit easier. She pulled harder on Izzi's legs and neck, trying to wring out every last drop of pain from the woman. The Violent Violet paid no mind to the fact that Izzi's hand was on her neck.

"This," she hopped, "is what happens," another hop, "when twerps like you," she got serious air this time, "challenge me." every single jump sent Jessica's breasts bouncing, much to the delight of the crowd. Her intentions weren't to please them as Izzi could probably attest to- Jessica was making the torture rack that much more painful...

Jessica was starting to ramp up the pressure on the poor kawaii brat, Izzi's light weight making it quite easy for Jessica to start doing her squats and hops...

"Anh!!" Izzi cried out with each of Jessica's heavy jolts, her body racking across the back of the purple haired woman's shoulders and bending down into a cresent moon shape with her head and legs. The blonde succubus started to pant erratically like she was hyperventilating, sweat stain showing up all over her purple lycra shorts and tube top... She really desperately needed to get out of this.

Searching with her hand, she tried to put her small palm right over Jessica's face... Her fingers scrunching in, scratching and poking in an attempt to put Jessica off. She was probably gonna make the big woman even more mad and intent on breaking her small body in other ways, but for now all Izzi could be concerned about was escape.

Jessica had her eyes wide open. She loved looking at the crowd who were all gasping in horror as the little kawaii was bent beyond human bounds. They hated it almost as much as Izzi might have- this plucky little underdog was in danger of being broken in twain, thanks to the strength of the Violent Violet. Without warning, her vision was obscured. Tiny little fingers raked across her face, poking and prodding for a weak spot. In some deep sense, Jessica loathed the woman on her back. Didn't she know she was just going to lose? Why prolong the suffering?

She dealt with this existential dread the only way she knew how: violence, terrible violence, in one horrifying and painful swoop. Jessica teetered backwards for a second before throwing her back down with full force. The impromptu slam was her favorite way to end this particular hold. The Brat's hyperventilations would probably become worse. Good. Jessica welcomed it.

The distraction of the fingers and hand in the face seemed to be working out, until Jessica looked to retaliate with more aggressive force. Izzi felt the big woman take a couple of steps forwards before teetering backwards, her eyes going wide as she realized what was coming and barely had enough time to prepare herself as the giant purple haired woman allowed herself to fall backwards into the modified samoan drop type slam.

"UGHHH!!!" Izzi grunted out as the with a firm *THUD!* As her small body impacted side on with the mat, the back of Jessica's head coming down on top of the succubi's lithe form and ensuring that she got all of the canvas in the slam. Izzi sharply roll over onto her other side, one hand clutching hard against the small of her back as she strained her body into a curve shape on the mat... Drumming the side of one foot against the mat as she tried to take the pain.

That ought to do it. She thought. Against bigger girls there was simply no way she would go for a pin this early, but Izzi was the size of a match and half as strong. She would be a little surprised if the brat didn't end up in the hospital after such a blow. To be fair, a wrestler like Akashi or Angel would power through, but Izzi was nothing. At least to Jessica, she was.

So Jessica sprawled across the smaller woman, hooked her leg and rested on her for the pin attempt. This sort of win was almost dishonorable, given that her opponent was so much smaller and weaker than herself. Then again, many girls were smaller and weaker than her. Still, this win would not be a red-letter day for her.

Izzi huffed out up into the air as Jessica leaned back against her, the back of the bigger woman's head and shoulder against her small orbs that looked like they were about ready to pop out of her tube top. The ref slid down onto the mat to start the pin count, slapping her hand down and count out "One!" as Izzi's pants made her chest expand and contract softly against her foe.

From outside the ring, the pesky feline Cham Cham saw the danger... Luckily Jessica had dropped back down quite close to the ropes. Reaching in Cham Cham grabbed onto Izzi's leg and clumsily pulled it over to drape over the bottom ropes

"Two..!" The ref counted but as she lifted her head she immediately saw the brat's foot on the ropes, calling for the break.

Jessica didn't know a whole lot of geography. She had a solid understanding of where she was in the world at the moment, but beyond that, her knowledge of the earth was fairly limited. One of the things she did know was that Japan was mostly on a fault line, and this fault line could cause all sorts of nasty problems including earthquakes. A terrible trembling of the earth must have been what had just happened, as she did not get the pin and the brat shifted underneath her. Jessica looked up to see what had happened. Mighty odd earthquake that was...and then she saw her. That perfidious little bitch was still outside the ring, screwing up her plans.

The Violent Violet bounced up and tore at the ref girl. "Are you fucking blind?!?" She gesticulated wildly towards her. "Are you a fucking professional? Is this fucking amateur night at AFW?" Her volume was wild. They heard her in the upmost rafters of the arena. Jessica was one second, one fucking second, away from ending the complete farce. And the stupid little ditz of a ref could not do her goddamn job.

Jessica turned back towards Izzi, madder than ever. She hunched down and readied herself to fight. Looked like it was going to take a little while longer before she could crack open a beer at home.

Cham Cham quickly scampered a little ways back and played the innocent little kitty, playfully swiping her kitty paws at the air as if trying to bat an invisible piece of string so that the ref wouldn't have any suspicions on her. Izzi lay there on her back, her leg still draped over the ropes even after the bigger woman had gotten off of her.

Eventually she groaned out and roll over onto one side; she reached out to grab a hold of the bottom rung with her hand and started the arduous task of dragging her small but heavy feeling body back up to her feet.. She used each set of ropes like a rung in a ladder as she clambered up, a bit oblivious to the fact that Jessica was now more angry than before and looking to bring even more pain to the small kawaii.

Jessica was bright red. The match had gone on longer than she had anticipated so some of her crimson hue was due to exertion but everyone who judged from the seething look on her face immediately recognized that the lividity was from ferocity. She had become like a feral animal in the ring. There was nothing that she valued more than wins and to have it ripped away from her at the last second from cheating bullshit was enough to send the already angry woman into a borderline deranged state.

Cham Cham may have been off somewhere swiping at the air but Jessica intended to get a whole lot of Izzi when she swung her arms. A brazen step forward was enough to get her in range and what followed next was inevitable: a punch, a mighty straight right with all her power thrown behind it. She aimed for Izzi's head to try and deck this woman and send her senseless.