Jessica Wright vs. Karen Starring

Jessica wasn't a submission master, but she knew this one backwards and forwards. It was excruciatingly painful and humiliating. The Violent Violet wished she could be naked and shoving her crotch in Karen's face on her bed, but this was a fairly good substitute. Her legs were quite strong, and this hold was nigh impossible to escape. Jessica squeezed and squeezed, as tightly as she could.

"You love my crotch don't you? I have seen you looking at it the whole time. Just admit you want to give it a lick..." Jessica wanted to feel the tap on her thigh. That would mean she was two thirds of the way to victory, and that was a pretty good place to be...

Karen's tongue might of been out of her mouth as a side effect of the monstrous pressure on her head, but she'd sooner die than give the satisfaction of licking Jessica. Although it sure as hell looked like she was about to, from what you could see of Karen's face.

Face turning a nice shade of red, Karen felt like her head could of popped at any moment. In a act of desperation, hand latching onto a leg, trying to turn her body somewhat so that the referee couldn't see, she'd outright drag her nails down that toned thigh!

"How's...this instead!" She'd roar, for what she could.

Jessica hated cheating. Not when she cheated of course- that was just taking care of an exigency that popped up along the path towards her victory. When Jessica cheated, it was fine. When anyone else cheated, it was a personal attack on her and degraded the noble sport of wrestling. Karen's hard nails raked across her thigh and spilled a little blood. Jessica cried out in pain and loosened the hold involuntarily.

Then she loosened the hold voluntarily. This figure four headlock wasn't enough. Jessica loathed this woman, and her heart was filled with scorn and contempt. The Violent Violet got up and took a few steps back. "Get the fuck up you slut. I am going to fucking break you." She hurled the threat with fire in her eyes, and was fully intent on carrying through with it.

Karen shared the same respect towards cheating as her violent foe did. No one was allowed to cheat but her. And if Karen got beat? Her foe must of cheated to do so. The referee somewhat throwing curious, suspicious eyes as Jessica pulled herself off, Karen attempted to somewhat play it cool, acting as if she did nothing out of the ordinary as she rolled onto her side, hand to her face and aching skull. To her somewhat luck, the ref-girl didn't seem to pursue her suspicions; whether it was down to believing there was no foul play, or not having enough evidence to suggest there was, was unknown.

Jessica moved forward. Her eyes glowed with murderous intent as she tried to bore a hole into her blonde opponent. If she had spotted her in a bar, then Jessica would have pumped her full of drinks in an attempt to get her into Jessica's bed. But that wasn't the case- Jessica happened upon her in the ring, as an opponent. This was unacceptable to her. How dare someone stand in the ring with her, thinking that they could get a win over Jessica?

The Violent Violet was upon her now, and sent a stomp down towards Karen. She imagined that throughout the match, Jessica had caused enough pain, but you could never be sure. The stomp was aimed at Karen's back, which gave Jessica an excellent idea.

She bent over and flipped Karen over so she was on her back. Then she grabbed Karen's thick neck and thicker thigh. Once she got a good grip, she would deadlift Karen. Jessica found it easy- her max was far more than Karen's weight. Once she got her up, she would leave her there for a second, to show off her awesome strength.

Then Jessica would bring her down on her knee. The initial blow would hurt a lot, but what came next was far worse- she would try to get her hand on Karen's chin and thigh and push Karen's body to the breaking point with a backbreaker!

Karen was no fool; she knew straight away that the time given to her wasn't a mercy by Jessica. The violet was either regaining composure, or planning something big. Or both. The fact that Karen wasn't in a grip of sorts by her foe as she did said planning, was merely by chance.

Soon, she found her sideways position forcibly removed from her; now on her back, huge chest heaving up and down as she struggled to regain the breath lost from her in a near literal head vice. She brought her hands somewhat slowly onto her stomach, fully expecting it to be the next target. A bodysplash? A brutal stomp? Both follow-ups were ideas that Karen would of run with, the blonde somewhat convinced that her foe would follow suite given that they were of similar wrestling styles. Albeit Jessica had the strength on Karen, and then some. A fact she was eager to show.

Eyes widening to saucers, Karen simply shook and whined as the woman latched on, before heaving her up like she were a simple weight! She'd jiggle and fill the rooms with her screams; of course Karen had been lifted, to her somewhat chagrin, whilst wrestling. But now she was being hoist up like a kawaii! Not that it mattered to Karen, but she wouldn't be held there long. Jessica wanted to snap her. Not use her for training.

Spine near snapping over her foes knee as her full weight was brought to bare over it, Karen's mouth would shoot wide, as she was bent over said knee in a near perfect downwards curve. Arms would slap Jessica's frame, occasionally pinging off that somewhat ridiculously large chest, as the agony overtook Karen.

There were lots of good holds. Submissions were an underappreciated facet of Jessica's wrestling abilities, which was a shame because she was quite good at them. If someone had totalled up all the hours Jessica had spent practicing or in the ring, the number they would come up with would be appalling. Jessica learned by practice, and she had spent a long time with submissions, on both ends. The end Jessica was on was the good one.

The end Karen was on was far worse- this particular submission was nasty for a few reasons. The first was that there was little chance of escape. The second was that the victim was on diplay like meat at a butcher's; Karen's voluminous chest became the center of attention for the whole arena, and Jessica was not shy about looking, not one bit. Jessica's own chest was jiggled as Karen's flailing occasionally reached it, but the Violent Violet was not concerned with that now.

What she was concerned with was breaking Karen. She tried to bend her as much as possible. Jessica had broken some women's arms and legs before, but she had never broken a hip or a thigh. All the bending Jessica was doing seemed like it was leading up to that, as Jessica pushed against the blonde woman with all the force she could muster. Sweat dripped off her face and her teeth were bared. She wanted this, more than she had wanted anything so far this match.

Karen knew for a fact, that this sort of move put her somewhat ridiculously proportioned assets on show, and then some. She didn't even have to be bent particularly hard for her chest to be pushed out; the whole basis of the move to force pressure on the back, which would inadvertently do so. Karen's assets were on show in a mild version of the move. Let alone Jessica's back popping version.

Jessica's sweat fell down from her chin onto Karen's midsection; mixing and blending with the blonde's own, who was profusely doing so as her back was near ripped clean in two. Her arms weren't aiding the situation at all; merely swaying in the wind, trying to slap whatever was in distance. The only object that was, of course, being Jessica's arm, which was far too tensed to most likely even register such breeze-like slaps. For the time being, Karen's mouth was jarred a wide in an arena filling scream, seemingly unable to even beg for release let alone admit submission. The referee would crouch, near Karen but not in range of those wild swings as the blonde simply roared.

Karen? Do you submit? The referee would ask, nonchalantly as ever. No registerable response was give. Again, she'd try. Karen, do you declare a submission? Again, nothing. No matter how much Karen's body begged her.

Moxie. Heart. Whatever people called it, it was much ballyhooed in the ring. The announcers and the fans loved it. They liked to see the smaller woman get through a match by sheer spirit and strength of will. In this match, there was no truly 'smaller' woman, but Jessica came in with a reputation. Karen was much less of a known quantity than Jessica was, so most of the audience was behind the blonde woman. As much as they admired the perseverance of the human spirit, Jessica hated it. Wrestling wasn't about all the false ideals, like honor and sportsmanship, it was about strength and aggression.

And Jessica was putting her strength and aggression on display. Karen refused to tap, much to Jessica's annoyance. Jessica converted her frustration into power, as she attempted to bend Karen to the breaking point and past it. The move was pretty degrading, but more than anything it hurt.

"Fucking tap, damn you!" Jessica hollered as she attempt to bend the blonde titaness even further. She summoned all of her strength for the move, as she tried to get submission number two from her now hated foe.

Make no mistake, the crowd loved the underdog. A smaller character, or maybe one that had suffered a massive setback, fighting against the odds, to beat an opponent that most would struggle. Said character however, would actually have to be adored or even appreciated by the crowd for such a reaction to occur. Karen was neither.

Instead, mostly roars filled the arena from a lively crowd. Roars to break the nasty bitch, to upping the hold, to changing the hold, to outright putting Karen out of her misery where beginning to become audible. Jessica didn't have to be liked for said cheers to be heard. Neither women were popular with the crowd; it was just the fact Jessica was ragdolling her.

Her spine arching forward, Karen could swear her spine was on the verge of snapping. Mouth still as wide as possible, she'd instead force her hand to finally react; tapping as quickly as she could on the muscular leg of her foe, before possibly her ability to even walk was put at risk forever.