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The Princess's Gambit: Jessi V Princess 1

Jessi stepped between the ropes and straightaway marched to Princess. Then, the blonde bombshell offered her hand for a shake.

The younger wrestler had awaited her opponent with a contemptuous sneer on her beautifully delicate face. She rejected Jessi's gesture and folded her arms across her chest. Princess's disdainful words broke like a cold, crystalline melody of cascading, jagged glass that could have splintered a weaker spirit than Jessi Bowen. "I heard you’re retiring soon. You’re brave to accept my challenge as one of your last matches...if not the last after we’re done. Are you quite sure you're ready to be humbled so utterly before you wish us farewell?" The pink orbs of Princess lashed out haughty sparks at her blonde rival, hoping to mark Jessi with the first whips of poisoned venom.

A slow smile and flick of Jessi's tongue over her lips was akin to a cat about to taste a good meal. The Mistress of Distress's blue-silver eyes began to churn slowly into a stormy lavender. “Sweetie, people retire for different reasons. And I can assure you that mine has nothing to do with my physical stamina.” Her mouth opened in such a wide, warning, predatory grimace that even her porcelain canines were exposed. Pausing, Jessi took a step closer to her arrogant ring mate, her corded arms now folded across her black leather clad chest, mirroring the pink wraith demon. "I can assure you that when you black out from the pain, you’ll see God.”

Jessi's piercingly saccharine tones rained on Princess's heart with a sudden chill, although her poker face, feigning indifference, revealed nothing of the jab that thrusted through her bravado.

The ladies went toward their corners and waited for the bell. The first few minutes see-sawed back and forth as each fierce competitor refused to betray any chink in her armor. The jeers had been silenced now, replaced by a thunderous roar for both fighters in this spirited contest. The burning desire of conquest blazed higher and higher in each woman as they battled for their pride and dominance. The ring ropes oscillated as the two combatants smashed each other into the turnbuckles and slammed the other upon the canvas. Beads of sweat and feminine grunts sprayed the air as the dueling bodies vyed for the upper hand.

Princess's courageous heart raced faster and faster, feeling that at any moment the tide would turn in her favor. Ah, but if she could only outthink her opponent four steps ahead, this gambit would have paid off for her. But as she had not heard those mewls of humiliation and pain from her opponent, perseverance bolstered her, despite her burning limbs and tiredness settling in.

Yet, here was where Jessi's focused ruthlessness began to shine; she had paced herself better, allowing her reserves of strength to slowly chip away at Princess's stamina. With each passing moment, the Mistress of Distress's knowledge to inflict the maximum amount of pain with the least amount of effort on her part began to take its toll on the arrogant girl.

A wild momentum on the canvas led to a rolling calf crusher that caught the Princess in painful surprise. Having her opponent crippled from the pain, Jessi rushed into a series of devastating leg drops on Princess's back.

Princess's body was at the mercy of the weight of Jessi's marbled pythons; her brain swam in a haze as pain flooded her while she tried to roll away to regain her bearings. But again and again, the blonde powerhouse's relentlessly repetitive momentum only fatigued her more and more with each passing second.

Finally, the Mistress of Distress decided to stop playing with her food and quit leaping into the air, refraining from dropping her meaty anvil on her opponent's spasming back.

As if in a nightmare, the powerless Princess felt Jessi's firm grip pulling her up to her feet, and then slightly choked as the blonde's brawny bicep clamped around her neck to hold her steady. Her abused abs crumbled like a paper maiche castle as Jessi's formidable punch drove up and through her body like a wrecking ball. The slumped over wrestler felt the weight of Jessi's entire body in that single blow; the kinetic energy that generated from the body working as one unit of destruction and not solely the arm and fist. Princess would have collapsed on gelatinous legs had she not been held up, and her lungs burned like a furnace as she painfully gasped for air.

"My dear, you remember my friend Shanna, don't you? I have something special as a reminder of her. I just know you'll be screaming in delight soon, sweetie!"

Princess's bleary brain barely deciphered the seductively chilling words. Crimson streaked her cheeks from the grim knowledge that she was defenseless in the face of a new ignominy.

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The Princess's Gambit: Jessi V Princess 3

Artist: RemulationR

Princess belongs to RemulationR

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Continued from:

The Princess's Gambit: Jessi V Princess 1

Jessi stepped between the ropes and straightaway marched to Princess. Then, the blonde bombshell offered her hand for a shake.

The younger wrestler had awaited her opponent with a contemptuous sneer on her beautifully delicate face. She rejected Jessi's gesture and folded her arms across her chest. Princess's disdainful words broke like a cold, crystalline melody of cascading, jagged glass that could have splintered a weaker spirit than Jessi Bowen. "I heard you’re retiring soon. You’re brave to accept my challenge as one of your last matches...if not the last after we’re done. Are you quite sure you're ready to be humbled so utterly before you wish us farewell?" The pink orbs of Princess lashed out haughty sparks at her blonde rival, hoping to mark Jessi with the first whips of poisoned venom.

A slow smile and flick of Jessi's tongue over her lips was akin to a cat about to taste a good meal. The Mistress of Distress's blue-silver eyes began to churn slowly into a stormy lavender. “Sweetie, people retire for different reasons. And I can assure you that mine has nothing to do with my physical stamina.” Her mouth opened in such a wide, warning, predatory grimace that even her porcelain canines were exposed. Pausing, Jessi took a step closer to her arrogant ring mate, her corded arms now folded across her black leather clad chest, mirroring the pink wraith demon. "I can assure you that when you black out from the pain, you’ll see God.”

Jessi's piercingly saccharine tones rained on Princess's heart with a sudden chill, although her poker face, feigning indifference, revealed nothing of the jab that thrusted through her bravado.

The ladies went toward their corners and waited for the bell. The first few minutes see-sawed back and forth as each fierce competitor refused to betray any chink in her armor. The jeers had been silenced now, replaced by a thunderous roar for both fighters in this spirited contest. The burning desire of conquest blazed higher and higher in each woman as they battled for their pride and dominance. The ring ropes oscillated as the two combatants smashed each other into the turnbuckles and slammed the other upon the canvas. Beads of sweat and feminine grunts sprayed the air as the dueling bodies vyed for the upper hand.

Princess's courageous heart raced faster and faster, feeling that at any moment the tide would turn in her favor. Ah, but if she could only outthink her opponent four steps ahead, this gambit would have paid off for her. But as she had not heard those mewls of humiliation and pain from her opponent, perseverance bolstered her, despite her burning limbs and tiredness settling in.

Yet, here was where Jessi's focused ruthlessness began to shine; she had paced herself better, allowing her reserves of strength to slowly chip away at Princess's stamina. With each passing moment, the Mistress of Distress's knowledge to inflict the maximum amount of pain with the least amount of effort on her part began to take its toll on the arrogant girl.

A wild momentum on the canvas led to a rolling calf crusher that caught the Princess in painful surprise. Having her opponent crippled from the pain, Jessi rushed into a series of devastating leg drops on Princess's back.

Princess's body was at the mercy of the weight of Jessi's marbled pythons; her brain swam in a haze as pain flooded her while she tried to roll away to regain her bearings. But again and again, the blonde powerhouse's relentlessly repetitive momentum only fatigued her more and more with each passing second.

Finally, the Mistress of Distress decided to stop playing with her food and quit leaping into the air, refraining from dropping her meaty anvil on her opponent's spasming back.

As if in a nightmare, the powerless Princess felt Jessi's firm grip pulling her up to her feet, and then slightly choked as the blonde's brawny bicep clamped around her neck to hold her steady. Her abused abs crumbled like a paper maiche castle as Jessi's formidable punch drove up and through her body like a wrecking ball. The slumped over wrestler felt the weight of Jessi's entire body in that single blow; the kinetic energy that generated from the body working as one unit of destruction and not solely the arm and fist. Princess would have collapsed on gelatinous legs had she not been held up, and her lungs burned like a furnace as she painfully gasped for air.

"My dear, you remember my friend Shanna, don't you? I have something special as a reminder of her. I just know you'll be screaming in delight soon, sweetie!"

Princess's bleary brain barely deciphered the seductively chilling words. Crimson streaked her cheeks from the grim knowledge that she was defenseless in the face of a new ignominy.

Next:

The Princess's Gambit: Jessi V Princess 3

Artist: RemulationR

Princess belongs to RemulationR