Jessica Wright vs. Avery Shields

Jessica sneered down at Avery. So it looked like the girl still had some fight in her. Jessica was happy to disabuse her of it. And even worse the girl was taunting in her sorry state. Jessica had to smile at that and shake her head at that. "They already do honey. Have you ever been on the rock and roller coaster? It goes a little something like this..."

Jessica grabbed one of Avery's feet and then the other. With a quick haul up she pulled her up to her waist and then another up to her head. The Violent Violet was ready to powerbomb the shit out of this woman and show her what she was good for. But first she decided to make a big circle around the ring. Jessica could never resist showing off. Especially when the woman she held knew what was coming.

Third time is the charm she thought. This piledriver was going to put her down for the three count. And maybe she could get home in time to cook a nice meal. Or get out and about before last call. Either one was fine with her.

Jessica would once again manhandle the young redhead. The exaggerated, disapproving, groan that left Ave's lips likely said it all; the redhead obviously wasn't becoming very fond of eating canvas. However, before the Violent Violet could begin to parade Avery around the ring atop her shoulders, Ave's gloved hand would abruptly snatch a handful of her hair.

"Change of plans, honey!"

From her perilous perch, Ave would jerk roughly on Jessica's pretty tresses and quickly accompany the gesture with a fierce elbow; driving the vicious blow directly into the top of her opponent's head. Hoping she properly rattled the Violent Violet's skull, she'd quickly lock her ankles and clamp her thighs around Jessica's pretty face with what was likely a completely unnecessary amount of force. Ave couldn't help it, after such an awful start she wanted to make sure Jessica felt what was coming next.

With her opponent trapped between her legs, the freckled fighter's lean figure would swiftly go into a backwards, flipping, motion and swing gracefully right between the Violent Violet's legs. Jessica would find herself torn right off her feet as Ave would attempt to the slam her opponent--head-and-shoulders first--directly into the mat with a dazzling hurricanrana reversal!

It was a move that was quickly becoming one of the Avery's specialties.

Jessica was ready for the move to be her triumph. She was so ready to just tuck this redheaded bitch in for the evening. The elbow to her head was the first sign that things were not going as planned. The firm thighs clamping around her were her second hint, all leading up to a hurricanrana reversal that sent the girl from Iowa to the mat. Jessica bounced once before coming to a stop on the white expanse of canvas.

She put her hands down on the mat and tried to pull herself up. "Ugh. Slut." She muttered into the ground. This was going to be an actual fight, much to Jessica's disappointment. As it turned out Avery wasn't just some jobber girl that she could beat up and strip and humiliate. But Jessica was certainly going to try.

Jessica was on her knees, bleary eyed and looking for more. The blow woke her up a little bit. Time to use that energy to put this bitch down.

"Slut?" Ave mocked her indignation with a pout, and sprung to her feet with an energetic bounce--her head ached, but, thankfully, the haze was beginning to clear despite Jessica's compelling abuse. With her opponent reeling on the mat, the fiery redhead would hardly let an opportunity like this pass her up. She'd throw herself back-first into nearby ropes.

"I've got your slut right here!" The tattooed tomboy exclaimed her battlecry with a reckless grin, and immediately slingshot herself at the downed Violent Violet. The redhead would become airborne only a split-second before threatening to outright collide with her fallen foe. Instead, Ave would swing her hips fiercely and attempt to launch a flying knee strike directly into the side of her kneeling adversary's head. Despite the aerial finesse of her Shining Wizard, gravity would inevitably bring the soaring teenager back to the mat with a spectacular splash, and with no lack of anticipation from the awed crowd!

Jessica was aware of what happened only after it happened. She parsed out that a knee came slamming in to her skull and that she was now face down. The crowd was not cheering and now they were. Shining Wizard. She always hated that name. It just sounded ridiculous. And she hated getting hit with one even more.

The Violent Violet wasn't feeling particularly violent at the moment. She groaned and tried to pick herself up off the mat, unsuccessfully at first. Jessica tried to turn over at least, to be up and aware of what was going on around her. Her eyes looked for Avery; she was going to try and teach that bitch a lesson or two.

The satisfying pop of the blow would be enough to get Avery's blood boiling. The fiery redhead would slap the canvas with a gloved palm before letting out a jubilant shout to further entice the crowd, "Booya!" Once again bouncing lightly to her feet, Ave would throw a fist triumphantly into the air and greet the crowd's adulation with a charismatic grin.

Now this party is officially getting started, the high-spirited youth felt her confidence soar once more as she took a moment to appreciate the sight of her reeling opponent.

"And to think, you were in such a rush to beat me," chiding Jessica with a teasing tone, she'd swipe a thumb across her nose briefly while her lean form took up a rhythmical bounce. "Now, get the hell up, so I can put you right back down." Despite the aggressive taunt, she'd hold her ground; giving Jessica all the time she needed to get back up to her feet unimpeded. Avery was unflinching in her sporting choice, but she'd hardly attempt to conceal the cocky smirk touching her freckled visage.

Booya. Fucking booya. There was no way this bitch was serious. And then the taunting as Jessica got up. Wow. This redhead must have a deathwish. Jessica was happy to give her what she wanted. The getting up was slow and painstaking. But she was up and her fists were clenched and the peripheries of her vision were blood red. She wanted to spit fire from out of her gritted teeth. The Violent Violet stood fully erect, showing Avery the five foot ten frame that would come bearing down on her in a second.

Jessica launched at Avery. That stupid smirk was coming off her face whether Avery liked it or not. A few quick steps were enough to close the gap between the two wrestlers. Let's see you try to put me down now, bitch. Jessica made a grab at Avery's fiery red hair. It was so very pretty- it was also a lovely handle to send Avery bounding towards the ropes.

Jessica crouched down into her stance. She had quite the surprise in hand when Avery came bounding back. The ace in the hole was coming out. And it wasn't going to be pretty.

Oh, she's maaad now, Avery could practically feel the piercing nature of Jessica's glare.

Normally, this was exactly the kind of situation the fiery redhead would hope to capitalize on. Bracing herself against the Violent Violet's oncoming assault, Ave would readily weave away from Jessica's seemingly clumsily attempt to grapple her. Unfortunately, she'd realize the true intent of her opponent's maneuver only a moment after it was too late. Jessica wasn't aiming for Avery directly, she was going for the teenager's hair!

"H-Hey!" Suddenly jerked by her vibrant tresses, the freckled fighter's tone did little to hide her surprise, nor her discomfort. Avery found herself roughly flung into the ropes. With a sharp bounce she'd once again barrel right back at her opponent wildly. Reclaiming some of her fierce momentum, Ave set her jaw and furrowed her brows with a determined expression; the fiery youth pivoted her hips and stepped heavily into a haymaker. She'd launch the wide, sweeping, blow a split-second before collision and attempt to spoil Jessica's malicious intent with a skull-rattling blow!

Jessica ducked the haymaker. She could feel the air being pushed by her and it was impressive to say the least. But the Violent Violet saw it coming from a mile away- this girl liked her punches. And Jessica was in a perfect spot to hit the redhead badly. She picked her opponent up, using all of Avery's momentum against her and spun her into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.

Avery's taut back came on to Jessica's knee with a sickening crunch. A manic smile appeared on Jessica's face at the same instant. Jessica chuckled as she rolled her off and onto the mat. She stood up and flexed for the crowd. The move was flashy and painful and the crowd was still offering their oooooh's. The heel was soaking it up. She was really damn good.

"Get the hell up. So I can put you down forever." Jessica barked at Avery. She was leaning over her, wanting to look down right at her stupid freckled face.

Avery felt her heart sink as her fist met nothing but air. The fiery redhead careened helplessly into Jessica's waiting embrace and found herself twirled into the air rather effortlessly.

The distinct sensation of being a ragdoll was one thing she would never get accustomed to.

Unfortunately, an apprehensive shout would do little to discourage Jessica's backbacker. Her cry would twist abruptly into an agonizing groan as the teenager's lean form crashed and splayed across her opponent's unforgiving knee. Dashed awkwardly over the Violent Violet's bent leg, Ave could offer nothing but a tense shudder before she found herself discarded to the mat.

Her freckled visage scrunched fiercely while she writhed along the canvas, but it was Jessica's taunting voice that finally pierced through the pain that threatened to cloud her thoughts. Shifting gingerly to her hands and knees, the stubborn youth managed a strained laugh, "... Yeah? Well," she'd lifted her head just long enough to flash an exuberant, reckless, grin, "Prepare yourself for massive disappointment."  

Pushing through the stiffness in her back, Ave swiftly shifted forward and planted a boot firmly between Jessica's legs. The determined tomboy shot up from her crouch and slammed her shoulder squarely into the Violent Violet's abdomen and deftly wrap the young woman's waist up tightly with her arms. Thrusting with all of her might, Ave would attempt to lift her violet-haired opponent right off the mat for a split-second before driving Jessica back to the canvas with a double leg takedown.

The freckled fighter would be on top of Jessica in a blink of an eye, mounting the girl firmly to the canvas before outright attempting to clean her clock with back-to-back hooks; a hammering left punch followed immediately by a complementary right!