Jessica Wright vs. Freia Kagami

Jessica understood very quickly why she didn't often go for those sorts of moves. It looked like the whitehaired bitch had taken the lion's share of the damage as evinced by the fact that she appeared to be glued to the floor, but the impact hurt her too. The match had taken a lot out of her so far and this wound was entirely self inflicted. The Violent Violet tried to shoot up and press the attack, but when she stood up she wobbled for a second before finding her feet.

The looks on the faces of the crowd were priceless. They had never seen a big girl like Jessica move like that and chances were they were never going to see that again. Jessica stared down at her opponent, still hankering to unleash more violence upon her. Her muscles were tense now and demanded to be satiated with more and more use. The Violent Violet was happy to fulfill their needs.

She bent over and tried to collect Freia in her arms. Jessica hooked her arms behind her back and then tried to lift her straight up from the arena floor. Then she would return her to her concrete bed by dropping her straight back down for one of her signature moves, Dead Reckoning!

Freia didn't have all that much chance to do much right now as Jessica started to pull her up towards her feet. She groaned out and shook her head lightly, struggling to just stay upright at the moment...panting heavily in order to try and keep herself going right now.

Though feeling Jessica's arms start to slip in and hook her own arms...started to spur a hint of life in the white haired woman. One of those arms before it was caught would attempt to shoot up and backwards, trying smack Jessica right in her nose with a painful elbow shot!

Jessica wasn't quite sure what she just did. It seemed possible that she underestimated her opponent but it was far more likely that she overestimated her own ability. Freia wasn't going to be inactive for that long. Of course she wasn't going to be malleable and the Violent Violet wasn't going to be able to pull off whatever move she wanted. She cursed her own arrogance almost as much as she cursed Freia as she wobbled backwards and held her nose. The elbow did not come at full force but it did catch her right on her schnoz and completely threw her off her game and the few steps Jessica had to take back vitiated all of the momentum she had built up.

Her fists formed and fell to her hips. Freia had gotten one over on her and it was time to get one back. The stakes were higher now. The toll they had taken on on each other had agglomerated into fatigue and sloppiness on her part and god only knew what on Freia's side. The concrete floor under her red wrestling boots meant there was little room for error as any fall meant a world of pain. With that in mind, Jessica moved forward. She wasn't able to get off one of her main signature moves but she knew she was more than capable of pulling off another: Jessica pivoted and swung in a left hook with her left. Jessica knew that Freia's guard would be up so she would use her torque to continue the spin and hit her with a follow up kick.

The white haired beauty let out a loud puff of air in relief as she felt her elbow connect with that pretty little nose of the violet haired woman and following which she stumbled forward a few steps, turning as quickly as her own body and wobbly mind would allow her too....

Eyes fixed upon the Violent violet whom she really started to dislike...mostly cause of the throwing her out of the ring and then crashing down on her with that big frame of hers. That was a pretty upsetting course of action. Which Freia very much now wanted to make the Violet haired woman pay for. When Jessica came forward though there was no waiting. Freia knew she needed act. She didn't wait for a strike by the other woman....instead as she came in she attempted to quickly shoot her right leg up and throw a kick right at Jessica's side! Only to follow it up by attempting to step forward, leaning down a bit to try and grab a hold of Jessica's legs by her shin, and like pulling a table cloth out from underneath the plating, the White wolf would try to yank Jessica's footing right from out under her and force her to fall backwards onto the unforgiving floor.

Jessica was not a fast woman. You could lift weights, you could run to work on endurance, hell you could even get yourself hit to work on your ability to withstand pain. One of the things you could not work on was speed. Jessica was one of the most determined women on the face of the earth, but no amount of psychological conditioning could make those legs pump faster nor make her punches come more rapidly. Freia was standing and quicker on the uptake than she was. Jessica anticipated defensive posturing on the part of her white haired rival, and found quite the opposite to be the case.

The punch stung like a bitch, and her kick was stopped dead in its tracks. Then the floor was pulled out from under her and Jessica's leg was nearly yanked out of its socket. Jessica fell back to the hard concrete floor, her head slamming into the ground first. Her head rang like a bell and she groaned as she lay on the concrete.

Freia's quick actions was capable of putting a halt to the powerful and skilled Jessica's fearsome attacks, with a swift punch and pulling out those powerful hefty legs out from underneath the woman. Dropping her right back down hard onto the hard floor. Now that Freia stood there with those legs and a stunned Jessica...well the perfection beyond death just couldn't help it.

She knew very well that she couldn't win this match by any other means than throwing Freia down into that coffin...but she desired to torture her foe a fair bit! So she would attempt to slip one of her legs in between Jessica's, proceeding to try and fold those hefty legs of the violet haired woman over her leg. " It's time for your perdition~!" Freia's voice dripping with sultry seduction and dominating tones would speak out as she'd attempt and then turn Jessica over onto her front and step in for a sharpshooter...or one of her finishers which she had named Perdition.

There was something so nice about a throw. She was strong enough to pull them off against any foe, and for a woman as present as Jessica it was lovely. A throw was the act of becoming- it was movement and the end goal led to further movement. A submission on the other hand, was steady. It never changed. The idea was to grind someone down and out. Jessica swore as she found herself in a sharpshooter. This wasn't a regular match, so even if she tapped there would be no relief. She gritted her teeth. This submission was torturous for her legs, and Jessica began searching for ways to get out of it.

The problem was the pain in her leg was creating a fuzz in her mind. She was already full of rage from the match and her anger and the torture was clouding her already turbid mind. She formed a fist and pounded the hard concrete floor, but that proved fruitless. The crowd was loving this; the evil Jessica Wright was finally receiving her due. They didn't seem to mind that Freia was no angel, except a Wrestle Angel, and hardly better than her.

But that didn't matter. Getting out of the hold matter. She was oozing sweat from every pore in her body now and fighting down grunts of pain that welled up. Jessica began to try and claw forward, as if that would accomplish anything.

Freia was not going to let this chance slip through her fingers and she decided to stick to her strengths more so than anything else. She was frankly a submission expert and she would not do any better any other way that to systematically tear down every part of Jessica that she wanted before she'd toss her into that coffin and end this match. It was far too perfect for the White Wolf to weaken her foe in this hold as it seemed as if the Violent Violet had no choice but to take the pain.

Her attempt to find a way out of the hold were feeble and weak at the moment and as such the lovely White haired beauty could pull back even more, attempting to put even more pressure of Jessica's legs and hips with the sharpshooter, doing all she could to weaken and torture the girl to the brink of surrendering and perhaps even more! " You may tap if that will make you feel better ~" The Perfection Beyond Death would let out in a sultry tone that was dripping...oozing with sadistic pleasure.

Tapping wouldn't make her feel better. Friea's sardonic comments didn't make her feel better, and the excruciating hold was doing little to alleviate her worries. Jessica could feel herself being enfeebled and the awesome strength she possessed being sapped from her slowly. The match was becoming longer and longer and the sheer amount of submissions she had been in left her feeling absolutely drained, mentally, emotionally, and worst of all physically. A hailstorm of jeers came in from the audience as Jessica struggled and suffered in the hold. If she didn't get out of it soon, she knew that the coffin would serve as her bed for the evening.

The Violent Violet simply would not abide that. The sharpshooter, once cinched in, was as effective as it was painful. There weren't a whole lot of defenses for it and Jessica was well aware of that. But there had to be something, anything, to stop her from going in that damned coffin.

An idea occurred to her. Both of her hands were free and she was going to use that to her advantage, she would reach back to try and latch onto Freia's ankle and try to pull her foot out from under her.

Freia was looking to use her great submission holds to wear and tear down the mighty wall that was the Violent Violet, looking to break her and then put her into the coffin for good. Hopefully that would be an end to this and she could go and take a nice long shower!

All that Freia needed to do now was to sap so much strength and bring about so much pain upon the busty violet haired woman that she would simply be unable to fight back against the white haired beauty. Sadly for her it didn't seem as if Jessica would abide by that, not at all!

The Japanese woman soon enough felt Jessica grab onto her ankle and yank it hard...which caused the white haired beauty's leg to buckle and be pulled down onto one knee, her semi-standing leg being the one that Jessica's legs were wrapped around but at this point the slightest thug of those tree trunks that Jessica called legs would probably launch Freia forwards.