Vivien vs Jena (for Alexandra)

Vivien would be easily get rolled on, and was mounted, rocked by the punch. She would start to look around like she was dazed, and was open to anything now.

And 'anything' would be just what she was going to get!

Jena would quickly unfurl the chain from around her fist, first going to pull Vivien up a bit, then going to wrap the metal links around her neck, a cold, satisfied look on her face as she tried to choke the hell out of the woman with the chain.

Vivien was easily put into this situation, and had started to struggle for a little bit. She was struggling, for a about a minute, after that she went limp, completely knocked out from the chain choke.

Jena blinked a bit, as if surprised that Vivien would be put out so easy like this. She would slowly stand, letting the chain fall from Vivien's neck, as the ref rushed in, lifting up the curvy woman's hand to check on her and see if she was truly, really out for the count...

Vivien was knocked out, for the moment that she was getting choked, after that, she started to regain her breath and would start to slowly stand up after this. If she could get up, she would try to punch Jena in the face.

Jena watched as Vivien slowly got back up on her feet, a sick grin on her face. She was glad Vivien was back up, she was far from done with her just yet...

As Vivien threw her punch at her, Jena would slide to the side of it, throwing out a taunt to try and get under Vivien's skin. "Is that all you have? You should have stayed on your back, where little sluts like you belong..."

Vivien was getting pissed, but wouldn't show it, she would spin around and would try to back hand Jena's ribs. If that had worked she would attempt to kick the right knee again.

Jena just *knew* she had an advantage right now, sensing she was getting under Vivien's skin, going to deflect her backhand while throwing out another taunt.

"That's all your good for, isn't it? Go on, show off those fat, fake tits of yours to the cro...aahh!"

Unforunately for her, Vivien's kick would nail her, causing her to drop down to the mat again, curling up and holding that hurt leg in pain.

Vivien would get even more upset, and it showed! She would get on her knees and would start to pound at her leg for a while, and then would move up to her face. "You think these are fake?" Vivien would ask, attempting grab her head and would start to rub her breasts against it before slamming her head back to the ground.

Jena would hiss uncomfortably as Vivien worked her leg over, then would yell out as she was humiliated by the Frenchwoman's fleshy orbs rubbing up against her. For the moment, it seemed Vivien had the advantage again...