Jessica Wright vs. Karen Starring

Two now. Jessica had two submissions in her pocket now which meant that she was well on her way to winning the match. Jessica held it a second longer than she absolutely had to, before she rolled Karen off of her. The Violent Violet stood up and wiped her forehead. Jessica was winning. She felt it, and now she knew it. The blonde woman now on the mat had earned her ire and then some.

But now was not the time to act. Now was the time for a quick breather. Jessica was happy to have wound up with a bit of a reprieve from the match, and her voluminous chest hefted up and down as she greedily sucked down air. Matches were always a marathon with her, but this one had gone on for a spectacularly long time.

And it wasn't done yet. "Get the fuck up." Jessica barked. "And come get your loss."

That second might of been a minute, as enough sweat to fill a bucket continued to pour off Karen, teeth struggling not to crack from the sheer pressure of her bare. Finally, the release came, and not a moment too soon.

Rolling onto her own massive chest, she'd simply remain with what felt to be a broken back. Remaining in a form of push up position, her head remained down, a particularly huge bead of sweat rolling down her forehead onto her nose, before falling, adding to the drip that had built itself below Karen's reddened face. And then Jessica reminded her of a brutal fact. A fact that was almost as painful as the submission hold Karen was just in.

The fact that the match wasn't over.

Trying to bring her head up, eyes trying to meet the woman, Karen simply remained, somewhat praying her foe would allow her at least this solace.

There were lots of things Jessica wouldn't do. Tip. Let someone disrespect her. Running. Most important amongst those things she wouldn't do was quitting. The Violent Violet always carried herself as the biggest badass on this side of the ocean, and part of that reputation involved seeing things through to the end. When she saw Karen flopping down and not really doing all she could to pick herself up, Jessica flew into a rage.

"Are you fucking serious? You talk all that shit, do all that shit, act like you are high and mighty and you get up that fucking slowly?" Her voice showed her incredulity. She honestly could not believe it. "You don't deserve to be in the ring with me. You don't deserve to be in the ring at all." Jessica formed fists with her hands as she hollered at the blonde woman.

Then she pitched forward. Her words almost always led to actions, and the action here was a dead sprint, capped off with a mighty punch at the end.

Karen both somewhat relished in the moment, and outright shook in her boots. Sure, she was been given time to catch her breath by a so far much more dominant woman. But by god, Jessica was building herself into a audible fury that any AFW superstar would of struggled not to quiver at. Finally, Karen pulled herself standing; albeit the domination she had been at the end of and the threats coming from Jessica's mouth almost made the blonde want to bend down to the mat, and tap it a final time. Not that the woman before her would of been any less irate.

Before she had even chance to stumble, her foe had shot off. Barrelling towards her with fist fully extended, Karen's quiver quickly made the woman's leg nearly outright give out, before thankfully catching herself and holding as steady as she could. In what could only be described as an act of pure desperation, as Jessica rose in high, Karen would duck in low.

Hooking her arms, she'd try to use her foes steamroller-like momentum against her; trying to throw her clean up and over, in what could only be described as a northern lights release suplex!

Jessica was poetry in motion. Her short purple hair flew behind her as she charged forward, and her large breasts jiggled as the Violent Violet pressed ever onward. Her muscles, bulging with blood and adrenaline, moved like clockwork as she rushed towards her blonde opponent. Everything was textbook, and her form was flawless. The fatigue the match caused dissapated as her rage overcame her.

She planted her foot and launched a punch. Maybe it would even knock the bitch out. That would not be ideal as it would mean that Jessica would have to wake her up and then get her to tap, but it wouldn't be that bad as Jessica could almost certainly strip her in the meantime. All those thoughts ceased when Karen began moving, and deftly dodged the blow. The world seemed to move in slow motion as Karen sidled up to her.

Then came the pain. The Violent Violet went up and over and slammed into the mat. It seemed as if her whole body lit up with pain, and the fatigue that had subsided came back in full force. The wind had been ripped from her sails and all her momentum came to a bitter, grinding halt.

Whilst the description of said move was close to a northern lights suplex, the execution itself was damn well near the opposite. The suplex itself would usually involve a tight lock, that turned into a tight angled swing of the body, resulting in a precise collision of foes back, and head if they did not adequately prepare, with mat. Karen instead, merely hoisted the woman up and over as quickly, roughly and desperately as possible.

Thankful of the effects regardless, Karen would stand, pain still flaring in near every part of the blonde amazon. Baring her teeth, hand clutching her back yet still, the blonde would almost woddle over to the violet haired woman that but briefly laid before her. If she still laid by the time the amazon was done apparently walking in what seemed to be slow-motion, she'd give a swift, nasty snap kick, straight to Jessica's back; a small effort in trying to repay the unbearable pain in Karen's own spine!

Jessica had been hit like that before. In her first match ever, she got absolutely mauled by a woman whose physique was fairly similar to Karen's. Tall, strong, beautiful, and busty. It was probably only by the grace of all her family members in attendance that she was not stripped. That happened to her of course in time, and Jessica got her revenge in time. But this was something that Jessica couldn't get immediate revenge for.

Her whole body was in pain. The Northern Lights Suplex was something she had been hit with before, and she would assuredly be hit with it again. But the Violent Violet just couldn't get her body to react in any meaningful way. She wanted to get up and get going, but she simply couldn't.

Then came a kick. Jessica grabbed her back and yelled in pain. The blow galvanized her and pushed her to move. She tried to get up as quickly as she could, to immediately launch a punch towards her beautiful blonde opponent.

It didn't take a genius to realise that Karen merely had the moment, not the match. Sure the score was 2-1, meaning Karen was still somewhat in the running. But the damage each women had sustained was somewhat massively different, along with the fact that Karen's own point was of mostly sly and cunning, where as Jessica's was pure brutal power, both times. The blonde knew she had to keep chipping away at the clearly more powerful woman, in the hopes that her own agony somewhat faded, allowing her perhaps access to further sly moves.

The kick connected, somewhat causing Karen to wobble as she stepped back, in no mood to throw a sly grin. Her foe soon rose though, whether from the momentum of being pushed forward by the kick, pure adrenaline, or a mix of both, soon approaching Karen. The blonde had already returned to a defensive posture, opting to simply quickly step backwards from what would of surely been a powerful strike, in somewhat vain hope her foe might just tire herself out instead!

Whiff. That was the sound that Jessica's punch made as it collided with absolutely nothing. The Violent Violet felt particularly stupid, caught out like an absolute rookie as her massive blow proved fruitless. Jessica recoiled and brought her fist back towards her body. Karen didn't capitalize on it, if that was any consolation. The blonde woman could still be made to pay for that mistake she had made.

But Jessica was tired. Both women had done so much in this match, and the Violent Violet had a nagging feeling that this match could go on for a pretty long time. She had not given it her all yet, but she was nearly there. It would only take a bit more pushing for Jessica to go over the edge, and once a wrestler was truly fatigued they were borderline useless. But if that is what it took to see this match to its rightful conclusion, then Jessica was willing to do it.

She took another step forward and launched a straight kick towards Karen's abs. It was time to bow Karen, and make her realize who her superior was.

Jessica might of felt stupid, but Karen felt outright cowardly. Not only was she now on constant retreat from the clearly stronger violet, but her body almost shuddered at being caught by that busty, immense figure once more, only shaking at the ideas of what Jessica would do to her.

Both women heaved heavy breaths, but for different reasons. Karen herself was struggling to fully keep all her limbs and parts moving, after being put in the torturing holds of Jessica Wright. Jessica herself was most likely breathing excessively due to applying the holds themselves on such a heavy figure, rather than outright pain and exhaustion!

Still back stepping, almost performing a circle in reverse around the ring, again her foe came to her, face still somewhat livid. Karen knew she had no choice; if she kept retreating, she'd soon find a corner or edge of a rope, and become putty in her foes hands. Bracing herself, she stepped forward, taking the hit to her hip, hard, with a great yelp escaping her lips.

But in a desperate attempt at a counter attack, Karen's own arm would hook up and over the leg, keeping it pinned to her curvy side. If she was quick enough, and not too wounded from being struck with the heinous force, she'd suddenly turn her body, trying to throw Jessica into a corner back first via her leg!