John Carnaby vs Jackie "Jack The Ripper" Rose - Darkness of Britain

Now this sort of thing wasn't usually John's cup of tea, but his boss Ryan was a pro at this move and the artist was always keen to take a page out of his book. Worked wonders. Here he was taking the Ripper for a good ol swing around Whitechapel and making the blood rush to her head, granted he wasn't locking Jackie into an intricate submission hold here. But this was going to be painful and unpleasant for the Ripper to say the least, this was more than gonna make up for the times when John didn't manage to get Lucy in a hold like this and make her pay for ruining his day at least. The scribe would grin as she spun Jackie around by the legs and then bellowed out with some counting of the rotations!

"ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE!" John would shout out as he swung Jackie around, over and over and over! To the point where John wasn't even sure himself of where he was at this point. He would eventually let go of Jackie and send her flying over to where god knows where, John after this was then sent down to his knees. The dizzy factor had worked against him there, but he fully knew that the Ripper was going to be feeling it far more worse given how she was flung like a Scottish caber across the ring.

John would look up at the surely splayed out Ripper, gritting his teeth John pushed the dizzy feeling aside. That was the move that could surely turn the momentum in his favour, the artist would try to scramble over to the Ripper's prone form and try and cinch her into a side headlock to try and continue that disorientation.

After around twelves swing, Jackie would be sure to say, she is completely dizzy as she was send flying which send her collapse as she made the impact face first into the mat as she groan while laying there, rubbing her head as she try to recover and stand up while panting, and of course, still dizzy as she pants

Before she would recover, John would pull her into a side headlock as she try to push herself away from John while gasp for air, eventually she start punching the artist on the side as she groan, hoping to escape from the headlock

John was starting to think it was like hitting a brick wall here, Jackie was so dang tough. Maybe she honed her body over those hundreds of years or something like that, but that giant swing would have surely made it much harder for her. The move disoriented the artist to quite a degree, however John battled through the dizzy factor and decided to keep pressuring that head area.

Maybe he'd cure that insane bloodlust in her mind but that seemed like a challenge and a half, so he'd settle for just trying to choke her out at this rate. But the Ripper was still a bundle of anger and rage and she wasn't going down without a fight even if she was suffering from her severe head trauma as the artist locked her inside a hard side headlock.

Jackie was able to get a sort of a vertical base already, but not enough to really be even in a kneeling position it likely seemed. John was putting his mat game to good use as he sought to wrestle her down to the canvas and keep her held down and out of air, but the Ripper was being a scrambler here and was trying to batter John with her fists. Earning a loud grunt of pain from the artist as his ribs were assaulted, John was wincing here. All these punches and strikes were making his skin bruised and battered and not being helped by the cold weather.

"Rgh! G-get behaved!" John yelled out as he tried to wrangle control of the Ripper, with her bloodlusted crazed mindset among other things it was like trying to tussle with a bull at this point it felt like. But John was trying his darndest to try and wear the Ripper down, he really doubted Jackie was the sort to verbally submit anyway.

As Jack start punching the Artist side for freedom, she would groan as John attempt to wrangle for Jackie to come down, of course, Jackie wouldn't go down that easily as she continues to fight back, of course, the longer Jackie was caught into the headlock, the weaker she grew, so as a desperate move, she would also add her knees and start kneel him in the belly

Of course, she can felt herself slowly and slowly become weaker as the headlock is choking her out and cutting off her oxygen, so she start giving everything she had into punishing the Artist's midsection as she try to force the artist off of her as she gasp for airs

John was actually feeling it now, that Jackie was worn down. Perhaps she was running out of rage and adrenaline and was now feeling the sting of all the moves and attacks that the scribe of the conquest had put her through, even the hardiest of warriors had their limits. Like how the artist was feeling like he was reaching his own right here, John had to try and wrap this up as quick as he could now or who knows what would ensue for him.

But Jackie was feeling her own defeat starting to come about here from the artist depriving her of her precious oxygen, there was no way she'd verbally submit John reasoned to himself. He'd have to simply knock her out at this point, which was fine by the scribe.

But Jackie just didn't want to quit, her wrangling about was backed up by her actually managing to drive her knee into John's gut as they both scrambled about in their attempts to jockey for position. Earning a loud grunt and yell of pain from the artist, his body had been wracked hard by the Ripper's repeated attacks over the course of this match. His skin had the coloured bruises to prove it all much to his dismay.

Still John wasn't going to lay down, if choking her out wasn't going to get the job done the artist would simply try and settle for a more brute force approach. The artist would grab Jackie by her hair and try to Irish whip her to the nearest corner and then lunge at her with a hard splash!

She would pants as she shake her head few times, glaring at the male, she would let him perform the splash before she spread her arms, she spread her arms and caught him as she pull him into a bearhug, she would walk forward few steps before bend backward and give him a suplex as she pants tiredly

If it worked, she would grab his legs before pull them up, after that, she would attempt to traps them with the ropes with a smirk on her face, pulling him into a tree of woe as she stand there panting

John as much as he'd have preferred simply being Mr Dreamland and just taking Jackie out with depriving her of air felt it clear that he'd have to use some power moves to end this. Perhaps this splash, then when the air was taken out of her he could flip her into the a modified Da Vinci Dream. No way was the Ripper going to verbally submit to him, she seemed too prideful and damn stubborn for it. John had hoped that being deprived of her air following a disorienting giant swing and a hard cinched side headlock would be enough to stun Jackie in this match given how long they'd been back and forth here to allow him to sandwich her hard into the corner.

Oh how wrong was he.

Jackie had managed to shuffle herself forward from the corner enough to muster a counter, perhaps she had rallied from the jolt of pain in the smalls of her back or maybe John's Irish whip had a bit too much force into it that she bounced off from it. Either way the Ripper was able to get her arms onto the artist and with him running at her full pelt his momentum was used against him, Jackie delivered a sort of suplex and with poetry in motion the artist would be slammed hard into the corner himself.

"Pawfffff!" John spat out as his back was slammed into the turnbuckles, his legs caught on the ropes the Ripper had spotted a chance for herself and managed to get John's legs wrapped up and around on the top of the corner locking him into a tree of woe. The artist's eyes twisted in pain and as he opened them he could tell he was upside down as the blood was going to his head, he tried to shuffle himself around but the length of the match left him sore and battered so it was a hard endeavour at any rate.........

She would grunt as she caught John before she slam him neck first into the mat via suplex after that, she would leave her upside down and tangle his legs around the ropes as she leave him in a tree of woe before she would move back few steps to admire her work. She would then nod her head as she slowly lower herself on top of him, let her breast suffocate John as she pull him into a smoother while she press down

John couldn't really recall the last time he was placed into a tree of woe, he'd put people into it before but rarely would he end up in such a degrading position himself. Were this earlier in the match John would have likely been rallying quickly to escape, but as it stood with the beating he'd taken from the Ripper and the cold weather numbing his body. The artist was little more than a weight in the corner at this point in time, heck Jackie was even able to simply step back and admire how John was stuck there. His blood was rushing to his head at this point already, the scribe was only hoping that whatever Jackie attempted it'd be something that he could endure. His hope however would soon turn to quiet dread as Jackie lowered herself down to his head, her chest. Those massive, heaving and hellish orbs were looming close to his head.

It didn't take much to put two and two together.

The artist would take a deep breath, for that was all he'd manage to really do as the Ripper's might chest descended down on him like she would have done on her victims in Whitechapel. John could only moan weakly at this point as Jackie had him right where she wanted him, unable to muster up a solid resistance and being trapped by Jackie's smother. Not to mention the blood was going to John's head, and likely a small portion was still going up there too. Her chest was cold just like the weather here in this outdoor ring. But they served their purpose as Jackie was casually able to smother him.

John groaned into her chest, trying to push her but at this point his battered state meant it was more just him resting his arms on her than anything else. The artist tried to tap on her skin, to indicate he was yielding. But likely this hold was making his mind hazy, as only verbal submissions or an outright KO was going to be accepted here......

She would smirk as she look down at him, realize that he is become more and more weaker, she would whisper to her "Ho, is this all you got? Wanna give up?" The Woman taunt the Artist with a smug voice as she continues to smother him with a confident and smug smile on her face as she continue to smother him