Jessica Wright vs. Belinda Northman

If Jessica got free, she was going to have to earn it. That was very clear from the way her hated rival was acting. Jessica's back was now arching wildly, and the muscles of her spine were beginning to twitch and contort painfully. The Violent Violet cried out in pain, and was holding on for dear life. It took all of her willpower not to tap right then and there. But against a woman such as Belinda, she was not going to go out like that. If she did everything right, she was not going to go out at all.

So Jessica moved and shook and did everything that she could to get out of the hold. She was using all of her strength now, doing what she could to get out of the hold. Any time she felt Belinda begin to lose her grip, she moved in that direction all the more. Jessica was strong, but she knew that she would have to act smartly, too.

Belinda had the hold locked in tight and she wasn't planning on releasing the hold, now that she had it if she could just keep going then she knew that she could get the buxom Jessica Wright to tap out! It was only a matter of time before she showed the violent violet that she wasn't no pup, and that she was better than the wild and obnoxious heel!

Though it didn't seem as if that feeling was meant to last very long. Jessica was fighting tooth and nail, more and more, forcing the hold of the Swede to weaken little by little...finally she couldn't keep the hold of those legs, feeling the ankles of Jessica slip through her grasp which forced the young blond to fall down onto Jessica's back, her bridge broken as she would like on top of Jessica Wright, back to back and pant out. This match was really taking it out of her....most likely the same feeling was shared with Jessica Wright.

Jessica felt the hold get released, and breathed easy for once. All of her thrashing had worked out. Despite how tired she was, despite the abuse she had taken, despite the crowd demanding that she tap, Jessica withstood and now she was free. The Violent Violet fell forward onto her hands and knees. She was breathing deeply now, with her massive chest rising and falling like the tide. Her purple hair obscured her face, and how tired she appeared.

Jessica crawled forward a little bit and got to her feet. The process was slow, because Jessica was pained. But Jessica rose to her feet, and wheeled around. The look of exhaustion no longer appeared on her face. In its place was a look of sheer defiance, unawed by the woman's power. She chose not to be humbled by this powerful woman. She chose not to cower in the face of overwhelming odds. She chose to stand tall and mighty.

Jessica thumped her chest. "You fucking done yet?!" She demanded. After a hold like that, she was not sure if she was hyping herself up or intimidating her opponent. Whatever the case was, Jessica was excited now. All the pain and frustration of the last few minutes were disapearing. The Violent Violet was ready to go.

Belinda's hold hadn't worked she had fell off of Jessica and with it she soon rolled over onto her front, panting out as she began to push herself up towards her knees, she glared over at Jessica who started to rise as well and soon enough the two of them both found their way towards their feet.

Both were drenched in sweat, both were hurting and both were full of adrenaline! Belinda narrowed her eyes at Jessica's words as she thumped her chest, the Swede would step up, raising her hands up. " No way in hell I am!" Belinda shouted out as she would step forward in a grappling stance.

Yet, Belinda would smirk. Stepping in a step closer to Jessica as she would raise her right hand up high into the air, offering Jessica a test of strength! If the violet haired woman thought she was better than her, stronger than her, then she would get the chance to prove it and fail! The sight of which spurred the crowd up, having them shout and cheer for the idea of seeing these two hated rivals settle who was the strongest between them!

Jessica saw that Belinda was approaching. It did not even occur to the Violent Violet to blink, take a step back, or show any other signs of weakness. Jessica was no longer worried about herself in the slightest. Her sole intention for the evening was to rip Belinda apart, and to that end Jessica would spare no quarter and stop at nothing to destroy this woman. The muscles in her arms were beginning to bulge, and her nostrils flared. Jessica knew what Belinda wanted. She was going to give it to her, but like always, she had a plan in mind.

The Violent Violet moved forward to meet Belinda's challenge. Members of the audience began to leave their seats as the two titanesses began to square off. Jessica was pushing, showing off her strength. The Violent Violet did not spend all of those hours in the gym with her phone out while she was sitting on the bench. No, she practically lived with the iron. The weights went up and down and left and right, and at the end of the day produced Jessica, who was as solid as a rock.

Jessica's feet were wide. Her stance was firm. Her mind was focused on pushing this woman back, as she focused absolutely everything that she had on not letting Belinda get forward, even an inch. This was an affair of honor now, and Jessica was a woman of great and terrible pride.

Belinda and Jessica was going to settle things right here and now! This was a match which just like their previous one was far all the marbles. At the moment the one with the bragging rights was Belinda but she knew more than anyone now how deadly of an opponent Jessica Wright was.

Not willing to let this match end without the crowd getting a chance to see who was the strongest between them, Belinda offered that test of strength. The two of them had locked up and with it, bodies that would be considered marvels in any era smacked together. Muscles, bust and sweat crashed right into one another and with it a spray of sweat flying around the two as they clashed.

Eyes glaring into each other as gazes of hatred clashed, feet and stances widened as focused minds were battling in a war of minds and physical strength. They were both solid as cliffs, un-willing to back up towards the other as their generous busts were mashing together. There was a roar from the crowd at the sight! Belinda grit her teeth and narrow her eyes, Jessica was strong, she felt her foot skid a bit against the mat because of a bit of wetness caused by sweat. Yet she quickly braced herself and pushed against Jessica. Arms, back and legs flexing as her body started to shake because of the pressure it was being put through and the amount of power she was forcing out of her to push against Jessica Wright!

Jessica was gaining ground. The veins in her forehead looked like they were fit to burst, her muscles were flexing so that they were the size of bowling balls, and Jessica was mashed against Belinda as if she was trying to squeeze something in the middle into coal. The Violent Violet felt the surge forward, but did not dare smile. Jessica was an experienced woman. This was a contest of wills, and Belinda was a terribly willful woman, who would not countenance even the faintest possibility that she could lose to the likes of Jessica Wright.

Sure enough, it was Jessica's turn to get pushed back. All of Belinda's strength coursed through her, and Jessica's powerful frame moved back under the intense pressure that was being exhibited upon it. Jessica's arms shook, and the vibrations of her strong arms began to reverberate around her body. The lights glaring down on her far above her head were merciless, as was the crowd. They wanted to see her lose.

Jessica did what she could to defy them. The Violent Violet's red boots skidded across the ground, but Jessica swore to herself that she would be pushed back no more. Summoning the great well of strength that she had within her, Jessica did what she could to turn the tide, and start pushing back. That took a lot of strength, though, and Belinda was a fairly strong woman herself...

Neither woman was backing down an inch, the two short haired competitors locked in an intense test of strength as their well-shaped and well toned frames were pushing against each other of so tightly, sweaty frames and generous busts mashing together as one in a beautiful and impressive display.

There was no give and take! There was nothing but steadfast fighters who refused to back up or give in against the other. Arms shook, bodies quivered from the other woman's might as determined glares were meeting one another. Belinda let out a long groan as she held against the Violent Violet! It was far from an easy task, in fact it was almost a Herculean task, yet she remained defiant and stood fixed against Jessica's might....refusing to move as she poured all her might into trying to force Jessica backwards!

Jessica was not going to stop. She could not stop. Her pride, her strength, her entire being demanded that she force this woman onto her heels, back into the ropes, all the way back to whatever hole she crawled out of. But she could not. Belinda was not budging, the same way that Jessica was not budging. The woman was rock solid, and Jessica knew that. Still, she had to try, to do anything that she possibly had within her power to get Belinda on her ass.

Opting to go for something that was far more Jessica, the Violent Violet thought she would bring an end to this mad farce, and swung her leg right between Belinda's separated knees. What she was going for was fairly obvious, and Jessica found no reason to be shy. The kick came in hard, fast, and without warning.

Belinda and Jessica was locked in a conflict that wouldn't go anywhere until one of them dropped, equal of strength and stubbornness there would be no surrender from their minds, but their bodies might not be able to take the pressure of the other woman's might for too long.

The crowd cheered and roared at the sight of their tight, buxom frames shoving and pushing against one another, generous busts mushrooming one another as the two looked to settle who was stronger. They wanted to see it! They needed to find out who was the mightier of the two women!

Yet, their desire was not to be fulfilled as Jessica pulled her leg back and smacked it right up against Belinda's crotch. The impact shot a sickening disturbing frame up her midsection and sent a feeling of despair and pain into the blond. She dropped, almost instantly to her knees and cried out a soundless scream of pain.