Jessica Wright vs. Aisha Love

It wasn't easy. No one in the world could say that it was easy. But Jessica survived all jabs to her, and managed not to get trapped in an armbar in the early goings. She had gotten a few elbows for her troubles, and she knew exactly how quickly all of those little things could add up to something that was very, very big.

But she also knew how much damage she could do. Aisha was not pressing the attack, and the Violent Violet was beyond elated to have a moment's rest. Immediately, she got herself standing and wheeled around, hoping to find the smaller girl amidst the chaos that was the stadium. Her eyes narrowed as her body subconsciously honed in on the girl. She took a step forward and leveled a massive kick at her side.

Aisha tried to throw another series of punches towards Jessica but was soon stopped by the hard kick connecting with the side of her stomach, pain erupting from where it connected ans soon the Pink Bomber was bent over, coughing, going to one knee. There was a bit of panic now. Both her opponents punches and kicks were enough to stop her dead in her tracks panicked Aisha, causing her to think of what to do next in order to avoid such painful mistakes.

Jessica was relentless. She was psychotic, furious, strong, and right now, implacably, indefatigably, remorselessly relentless. The kick she had just assailed her opponent with brought the girl down to one knee and put her in a fit of coughing. Like a tiger laying eyes upon a fresh piece of meat, Jessica's eyes glowered upon viewing the smaller girl. The kick hurt, but there were far worse hurts to come.

The Violent Violet moved forward swiftly. Everyone in the audience knew her intent, as she was a very straightforward sort of woman in the ring. The whole world knew that Jessica was a shark who would keep thrashing until the water around her was sanguine with blood. She bent down to grab the girl by her hair and tuck her head next to her waist. From there, it would be a few steps forward and then straight down for a running bulldog.

Aisha groaned as she felt her hair being tugged on by Jessica, being pulled up roughly and terribly. She struggled a bit, trying to get out of the hold that she was now. Tucked into her opponents waist, she could only watch in vain as her head was slammed face first down to the mat in a running bulldog, the pain shooting through her head. Hands clutched around, she wreathed in pain of the mat.

Jessica stood up, and flexed. She could not help it. This woman had never been a world champ, and was just like her, trying to claw her way up to stardom amongst the multitude of her fellow wrestlers. This was not even a pay-per-view. Still, the Violent Violet could not resist showboating in the slightest, taunting her downed opponent in a cruel and callous way.

But she was not done. She was far from done. Once more, she bent down and grabbed her opponent, this time trying to seize her whole body. If she got that far, she would cradle her in her arms as if she were a child, and then send her right back down in a scoop slam, rattling the ring with the force of the maneuver!

Feeling woozy, she would look up to see Jessica taunting her. Feebly, she'd crawl over behind her, tugging on her opponents boot. The pinkette wasn't going to let her win easy. Of course such became irrelevant as she was picked roughly in Jessica's arms and then suddenly and painfully was slammed down by a powerful scoop slam, the ring reverbating from the impact with Aishsa reeling on the ground, crying out in pain.

Jessica stood up. She made a throat slashing gesture, with her thumb drawing imaginary blood from her own neck. The meaning of the move was immediately apparent to the entire arena, and all of the folks watching at home. Jessica reckoned that this little girl at her feet was dead meat, and not capable of continuing.

So the Violent Violet got down, and draped her massive breasts over her opponent's face. She grabbed her opponent's wrists, and pinned them to the ground.

ONE!

The ref girl counted.

Aisha lay on the mat with a groan, rocking herself as the sting of pain continued in her now sore back. her mind was in a haze of thought, unsure somewhat to do as she suddenly felt two round and soft mounds press into her face, her cheeks now a rosy shade as she struggled to get out for air, only to be held down as she tried to escape.

TWO!

At that count she managed to summon enough strength to lift her shoulder up enough to break the pin, but was still held down much the same way, trying to push back against the Violet with enough force.

Jessica laughed a little bit. Her impressive muscles put Aisha on the ground, and her pendulous breasts kept her there. Aisha struggled against her breasts in vain for a bit, as the pain of the blows and the weight of her kept the smaller spunkier girl down. When the ref got to the count of two, Jessica was mentally half way home for the night. She squashed this girl, and would reward herself for it.

Then the world shifted. Aisha got her shoulder up right before the count of three, meaning that Jessica could not win that easily. With a growl, she got up and back off of her opponent, taking a few steps away to give herself some breathing room. She was winning the physical war. Time to see if she could win the mental one.

"I bet you liked it, under my tits. If you are nice about it, I can pin you with them again. This time for good." She rubbed them a bit, sensually. The taunt was a cruel one, but Jessica was a cruel sort of gal.

"Ugghh... no... I didn't," she breathed out, moving to one knee as she took her time to get up from the continuous beating she had been suffering through. However this wasn't enough to put her down yet, although suffering through such was definitely embarrassing but not a stranger towards, "Is that all you've got?"

Getting up on her feet she grabbed the rope for a moment as Jessica continued to taunt her. With all her might, she would retaliate running forward to try and clothesline the Violet.