Jessica Wright vs. Bowser

Jessica was ready to get up and go on a tear at her opponent. She was already sitting up when her progress was arrested by her own hair. Jessica cried out in pain. The big boot was bad enough, but this felt like a betrayal of her own body. Jessica was a woman who wanted to have mastery over herself, as her long hours in the gym attested to, and this seemed like something that she ought to have some authority over. As much as Jessica cursed her long purple locks, the fact of the matter was that her own body was not to blame her. The large woman who had her boot on Jessica's hair was.

That fact was brought to bear when Bowser lowered herself onto Jessica's neck, crushing her windpipe. Bowser was nearly 100 pounds heavier than Jessica, and the Violent Violet felt every ounce directly on her throat. Her hands went up to protect her rapidly depleting oxygen supply, but that was of little use. Jessica recognized that it was going to he incredibly difficult to rid herself of her opponent. Bowser was not content to stop there, however, as she rained a few hammer blows onto Jessica's totally exposed stomach. If she had any air left, Jessica would grunt as each strike rained in on her.

This was about one of the worst situations she could have been in. It would have been different if it is was just one or the other, but the combination of the two proved to be nearly overwhelming. At just a moment where Jessica needed to think clearly, she found her thoughts muddled by the quiet desperation of trying not to get strangled. As if on instinct, one leg shot up, with the brutal and sudden force of a cannonball launched from a 12 pounder, to collide with Bowser's head in an attempt to get the big bad girl off her.

Bowser’s lumbering force wasn’t content to stay at rest, lifting herself ever so slightly with her feet before letting her full weight sink in on top of the Violent Violet’s windpipe. The fierce blond wanted to be certain her opponent couldn’t tilt or turn that head of hers and find a lucky spot of relief. That wasn’t the game they were playing tonight, it was a full on train of pain with her front and center as the conductor. The massive monarch let out a bellowing laugh as she pummeled the trapped woman’s stomach with heavy unpolished strikes, each one sickeningly meaty enough to make people sitting front row to cringe.

“You should be happy. Last girl they fed to me would have been done by now but you’re still kicking, I think.” Another flash of her mysteriously toothy grin as she leaned her weight down on the point of her knee, pivoting her thigh to really dig it in deep. Turn of phrase proved to be a powerful thing, as Jessica was actually kicking, the back of Bowser’s head in fact. The large woman was jostled forward, forced to take a step with her planted boot, winding up off of the purple hair that had been the linchpin for Jessica’s imprisonment.

In retaliation the blond behemoth shoved herself up to her feet with a staggered wobble. She turned on her boot heel, jumping up with the same motion to take herself off the ring. Gravity did the rest as she thrust of her legs in front of her and just dropped, attempting to land on top of Jessica with a big banzai drop.

Jessica was breathing now. Of all the things to be grateful of in the wrestling ring, that seemed to be the most fundamental. Not breathing was an easy way to go to la la land, which was an even easier way to lose. And depending on the opponent, stripped. Given how much Bowser had been talking, she knew that possibility was a distinct one, and one which she would not tolerate. So her mind was now free to think of all the ways to avoid being choked out, or better yet, to choke her opponent in turn. That sharp mind of hers had to figure out something awfully quick, as tension in the canvas told her that Bowser was wheeling around to come at her.

Then her eyes told her what was going on in a much more accurate way. Her purple eyes turned the size of dinner plates as Bowser leaped into the air. Jessica's body reacted before her mind did, as she rolled over once, twice. Bowser had a wide berth, and she only escaped the drop by the skin of her teeth. But Jessica was able to escape the devastating blow that was sure to come. She was not sure that she would have survived such a drop.

But she didn't have to think about that. In a hurry, she popped up and faced her opponent down once more. She thought that it may be a bad idea to be so single-faceted, but everything that had worked so far told her that this was going to be a good idea. She pitched over to the side to allow her long leg to arc that little bit more as she sent a kick towards her opponent's face. "Then you'll get a kick out of this!" She shouted.