Izzi vs. Jessica Wright

Izzi wasn't really given enough time to come back to her senses as Jessica reached down and grabbed around the back of her head, drawing the little succubus up into a sitting position and then dragging her back up to a standing position. Izzi seemed a little wobbly on her feet, getting up and stumbling back a couple of steps as if she were about to fall right back down... Luckily (or unfortunately depending on how you look at it) Jessica kept ahold of the back of her head and pulled her back in towards herself, slipping the brat's head down under her armpit up against the side of her large breasts.

Izzi turned her head to one side, getting a face full of that soft warm melon as she groaned out into it. Jessica slung one of Izzi's arms up over around the back of her head and then hoisted her up vertically into the air. The Kawaii's body was very light and easy to handle, moving over to the side of the ring Jessica brought Izzi's legs down onto the top ropes and then used the momentum to fling her over sharply into the suplex.

"Ouuuugh!!!!" Izzi cried out as her small body clattered down onto the mat, her upper half bouncing up into almost a sitting position as she immediately clutched her hand against her back. Her feet drummed against the mat a couple of times before she slump back down to the canvas

Jessica wanted to keep going. The tide, the mountains, the sun and stars above could not have stopped Jessica even if they combined their forces. Jessica was a tornado in the ring, a whirling ball of fury and destruction whose capacity for hatred knew no bounds. The move had come off well enough but that propitiation was meager compared to the sacrifice that the war god she was worshiping demanded. Jessica was going to show off her muscles in more ways than one.

Once again, she bent over to pick her opponent up. The girl was downright dainty. How she ever began her career as a wrestler was a complete mystery to Jessica but the Violent Violet did not particularly care. Blood was the only thing on her mind, and Jessica was going to get it.

She bent her opponent over and bent over herself. Their shoulders were touching and Jessica draped Izzi's arm over her head. Then she would lift the girl up and over for her Fujita Five, a delayed vertical suplex.

Izzi let out a restless groan as Jessica again reached down to grab her hair around the back of her head, yanking her small body up into a sitting position before tugging up further. Izzi got gingerly up onto one knee, her hand grasping onto the outer side of Jessica's thigh to help support her weight as she was dragged upwards.

"uff.." Izzi huffed as her head was shoved back into the familiar position under Jessica's armpit, up against her large breast.. The brat tried to wrap her arms around Jessica's waist in the hopes of holding on and prevent another lift, but the purple haired girl overpowered her with a show of strength and raw power, hoisting her body up vertically into the air and holding her upside down for a moment or two.

Izzi could feel all the blood rushing to her head, clenching her teeth as her face went a little red... Then suddenly she was aware of a falling sensation, only able to mentally prepare herself for a split second before she came crashing down hard on the back of her shoulder blades.

"UUURRRGGHH!!!" Izzi cried out, the impact enough to make her body jolt up and over onto one side. She was really sweating it out now, beads of perspiration covering all over her skin while her purple lycra had grown dark where sweat had seeped through the material

The Violent Violet popped right back up. A surge of adrenaline and recklessness coursed through her. It was open season and Jessica had the biggest gun on the hunting grounds. The little cat bitch who had proved an awfully pervicacious specter so far was out of sight and out of mind, and Jessica felt she had the lay of the ring to herself. Despite the crowd's loathing of Jessica, they simply had to be impressed by that. Even if they didn't really favor Jessica's 'winning' attitudes, they respected her strength. The sound of Izzi's body hitting the mat and the sound of her in pain was a mellifluous little reward for the stronger woman.

But Jessica had little intention of stopping there. It had become time to see if all of those deadlifts had paid off. Jessica bent down once again to bring Izzi up to her full height. The little brat did not get the pleasure of having her head touched by Jessica's healthy chest this time, as much as she probably wanted it.

No, Jessica bent down and tried to pick Izzi up by her waist. The load was not overwhelming for her and she got her quite high. The more important thing was getting her down, which she would hopefully manage to do in devastating fashion with a sitout spinebuster!

Izzi sensed that shadow looming over her again and after taking two big suplexs in quick succession, she really wasn't ready for another one.

"nh.. w-wait.." Izzi murmured out in a drowsy sounding voice, she just needed a moment to at least get her bearing and prepare herself... it was a moment Jessica wasn't willing to give her. Her small weight was again easily dragged upwards despite Izzi not really doing anything to aid the process of lifting her up.. She placed her hands at Jessica's waist, gently gripping her tight red one piece with her curled fingers as her head rested against the front of the bigger woman's body, fully expecting soon to have it snatched under Jess's arm again for another suplex set up...

But this time Jessica leaned forwards to wrap her arms around Izzi's waist, hoisting the little brat up before she had time to realize what was even going on! Izzi's legs went out either side of Jessica's hips as the purple haired girl drove down forwards, ramming the succubus' body straight down like she wanted to put her right through the canvas!

"UUURFF!!" Izzi huffed out, her legs slung over the tops of Jessica's thighs as the other wrestler came down into the sitting position with her

One, two, three. Throughout her time in the indies, she knew that such moves would put a girl out for the count. Those moves, in such a quick succession could easily earn a three count for Jessica against half the girl on the AFW roster for sure, and here Izzi was, a halfpint in a gallon league. This was no longer about just beating Izzi, this would now be about teaching her a lesson.

Looking down on Izzi, with her two twig legs draped on either side of her powerful frame, Jessica had an idea. It was something she had done before, and something she would surely do again, but it was something she felt absolutely had to be done. Izzi called her out because she wanted to embarrass the bigger girl. What a sense of poetic justice it would bring (at least in Jessica's mind) if she was the one who ended up humiliated?

Jessica rose from the mat and placed her boot on Izzi's face. She bent over and grabbed Izzi's bikini bottoms with both hands, hoping to pry Izzi's bottoms from her body!

Izzi remained put in between Jessica's legs right where she had planted the little brat... Her lycra clad butt cheeks nestled right in the purple haired vixen's crotch as her small chest heaved up and down, a pant blew through her lips like a horses purr as she turned her head to one side.

While she was down and vulnerable, Jessica went straight for the rim of her purple biker shorts... The material had become completely soaked in sweat and so as she started to pull it down the succubi's waist, it clung uncomfortably onto the soft curves of her butt and thighs. Her lips parted to show her clenched teeth as the clothing was painstakingly peeled down with a soft sound like velcro being pulled apart.

"nnh..." She whimpered out as the shorts were removed from her and the cool air blew directly onto her now bare crotch. Her teeth unclenched so as to resume panting, a red streak right across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose

Despite what many people thought, Jessica was not stupid. She had a capacity to soak lots of things up. Alcohol, mostly, but wrestling knowledge as well. Her father's attention to form was not lost on her, even if his blatant and unforgivable mediocrity was. But there were certain traits that she had that were inborn, not learned. Her nature told her that it was not enough to beat her opponents, but it was also imperative that she humiliate them. Jessica tossed those lovely little shorts to the side of the ring and stood over her smaller opponent, gloating like a fat kid in a buffet.

The humiliation part was done. Now it was time for some good old fashioned beating. The process of getting those shorts off took a little bit more than she had anticipated, and now it was time for her to get her groove back. Unfortunately for Izzi, her groove involved a not insignificant amount of pain.

Jessica bent over to pick Izzi up. If she could get her up, she would heft the brat over her shoulder in a fireman's carry. A few slow and ambling steps would show off Izzi like a prize, then she would be slammed callously to the mat in a fireman's carry takeover.

Even though there had been a break while Jessica went about stripping the little brat's lower half and making a show of humiliating her, it still wasn't long enough. Them suplexs and sit out spine buster had really taken it out of the little succubus and she was only now starting to come around as Jessica bullied her back up to her feet for something else.

Her hand pressed on Jessica's waist, pushing against her lightly as if she were trying to force the big strong opponent off of her as she was bundled up to her feet. Jess bent down and drew Izzi in across the back of her shoulders, the brat only just having enough time to gasp in as her small weight was hoisted up off the mat in the fireman carry. Her naked sweat moistened crotch pressed against Jessica's shoulder as she took the few steps forwards, Izzi started to squirm in Jessica's grasp, feeling completely vulnerable and overpowered by the purple haired brute.

After a moment or two Jessica dislodged Izzi small body, sending it back first down straight into the mat...

"Ooorruuughh!!" Izzi let out in a deep puff of air rushing from her lips, her body bounced up from the impact and flopped over onto one side so that her face was pressed against the canvas. She raised one foot and stubbed it down against the mat as she reach one arm around to grasp at her back in pain... She kinda wished Jessica had just stuck to the humiliation rather than more of this...

Jessica flexed again, to the horror of the crowd. They cheered when this little bitch called Jessica out, so why weren't they cheering now? Isn't this what they should have expected? A few boos came in and Jessica flipped the crowd off. They deserved to watch this nearly as much as Izzi deserved it. Jessica was a woman with honor and no one was allowed to question it.

She turned back to her opponent. It was time to completely strip her of her dignity. Her large breasts hung low as she bent over once more, angling towards Izzi's upper half. The brat looked good with no bottom, so logic held that she would look even better with no top. She attempted to pull it with all her might, trying to get the thing clean off.

Jessica grinned as she did so. She could have gone for the pin and probably would have made it. But she came out into the ring with Izzi to make a statement.