Jessica Wright vs. Avery Shields

The girl had spunk. An infuriating amount of it. Some girls might have been knocked the fuck out from the pain but here Avery was still putting up a struggle. And even more annoying is that the girl managed to take Avery down. It was a solid takedown, sure, and the punches after it hurt. Jessica hollered in surprise as she was lifted off the mat and promptly seated on it.

Avery got a mount and in came two roundhouse blows. The crowd approved of the taunting heel getting taken down and they approved of the two blows by stomping their feet and yelling. Jessica tried to put her hands up to guard her face. Two more blows like that and it would be lights out.

Jessica opened up her guard for a second and spat at Avery. It was only a bit of defiance but it was there. Even after the takedown and the two blows she was still not willing to be downed. Jessica brought her guard back up, concealing the smile on her lips. Try to look good for the cameras with my spit rolling down your face, slut.

Though Ave would flinch from the sudden spittle barrage, it wouldn't stop the fiery redhead from offering her unsavory opponent an incredulous glare.

Oh, hell no.

Galvanized by the disrespectful--and flat out gross--gesture, her furious reprisal came quickly in the form a hammerfist strike. From her dominant perch atop her opponent, Ave would whip her fist in a downward arc; like a hammer looking to pound a nail, and the nail just so happened to be Jessica's stupid head! The fiery redhead would immediately follow up the bludgeoning blow with another just like it as she attempted to blast through the Violent Violet's desperate guard.

"You just fucked up!" Ave's harsh words were sharp and delivered through grit teeth. If Jessica wanted to see Avery properly riled, she most certainly got her wish!

Jessica should have seen it coming. She wasn't quite sure what she was going for, spitting on an opponent when they had a mount. But she was going to learn the costs involved fairly quick. The Violent Violet could see movement through her guard and knew what was coming next- Avery brought a blow down on her that felt like a sledgehammer.

Pain shot up and down her arms and Jessica winced. Her bones were still rattling in her taut muscles. Under the guard, Avery couldn't see exactly how much pain she was in. The blow was considerable and not something she wished to experience again. But that probably wasn't in the cards. And then another monstrous blow rained down on her, breaking her guard. Jessica had to show the pain on her face.

The Violent Violet quickly turned the pain look into a sneer. You don't know what fucked up is yet, sweetie. "I've taken better punches from Girl Scouts." With that remark, Jessica shot her own arm up, trying to destabilize Avery a little bit with a straight right. And if she was lucky the blow wouldn't hurt her already hurt arm too much.

Girl Scouts? The thought of Jessica bullying precious, little, Girl Scouts wouldn't exactly be a stretch of the imagination for Avery. Hypothetical or not, she made it one more reason to clobber the smug bitch.

However, Avery's earnest attempts at knocking her opponent's block off would be interrupted as the Violent Violet managed to retaliate, and lashed upwards with a blow of her own. From her advantageous position, Avery managed to bob backwards on her hips, though Jessica's fist still caught the redhead with a glancing blow. She'd teeter from the stinging thrust and found herself losing some of the leverage of her mount. A determined huff would leave the freckled fighter's lips as her gloved hand swooped in and snatched the wrist of Jessica's assaulting hand; both for balance and to hinder any further attacks.

The brief struggle wouldn't be enough to stop Avery from launching the arcing fist of her free hand into Jessica's exposed abdomen, potentially raining another punishing blow down upon her pinned opponent!

Sometimes a blow can knock the slobber out of a girl and send blood and teeth. Sometimes a blow can come to the head and knock a girl woozy. But sometimes, sometimes a blow can hit you straight in the diaphragm and knock the wind right out of you. This was one of those- Jessica let out a loud "Oooof!" as the wide graceful arc of the punch hit her stomach. Jessica could not have defended herself with just the one hand and it showed with an incipient bruise right on her abs.

The Violent Violet lacked the gusto or the wind to throw anymore taunts out. She wanted this girl off of her and in a hurry. Tanking punches like this was not particularly conducive to winning and Jessica tried to find a way to change that.

With both of her hands she reached up and tried to grab two handfuls of red hair. It didn't matter that her wrist was no longer under her control- she could force it. Or at least she could try to. And with a handful of red hair in her hand she would wrench Avery to the side in an attempt to dismount the girl. Rather rudely, she thought.

Again with the hair!

Admittedly, it was her own fault for stubbornly keeping her hair so accessible. It didn't mean that she had to like it, however.

Jessica's motions were deliberate and full of brute force, it was obvious the Violent Violet wasn't enjoying her spot beneath the punch-happy redhead. With her mount compromised, Avery fought against Jessica's grasp, but quickly directed her attention to her opponent's limbs by bringing both of her hands to subdue one of Jessica's extended arms. Despite the discouraging tug at her hair, the fiery redhead would throw her weight forward before pivoting her hips forcefully. Deftly swiveling out of her mount, Ave quickly swung and hooked a leg over Jessica's face--capturing the Violent Violet's head in the crook of her knee--before slipping the violet-haired girl's arm firmly between her freckled thighs.

Whether Jessica attempted to keep a hold of the tattooed tomboy or not, she'd throw her weight straight back and flop to the canvas along her back; sharply locking her opponent in a joint-sundering armbar! Pulling tightly, Avery would attempt to keep her opponent's arm secured firmly between her thighs while she flexed and hooked her lengthy legs across her opponent's torso, once again trapping Jessica to the mat.

"How about this?" Ave accented her taunting words with a painstaking tug and a firm thrust of her hips. "Those Girls Scouts know anything about an armbar?"

This was getting out of hand. Not that Jessica ever doubted that she would win. Rather, the fucking temerity this girl displayed in launching move after move at her. Her hair tug didn't work and the girl opted to go for an armbar. Avery sunk it in with a ruthless efficacy and soon her arm was wracked with pain. Jessica did a fair amount of grunting and swearing and was still under a ton of pressure.

She looked for the ropes. They were near the middle of the ring. Jessica sighed. She could do it, probably pretty easy, but is was going to be annoying. So Jessica folded her legs up and pushed, bringing the wrestling duo closer to the ropes. And then again. And again. Jessica slowly scooted to the ropes. The crowd all looked around, not exactly sure of what to make of the move.

The ref tried to follow the girls. She looked around as if an explanation would fall from the sky. And still Jessica writhed and got them closer to the ropes. Finally, tortured and annoyed, Jessica showed a little of her wingspan as she grasped the bottom rope.

"Break!" She called out to the referee.

Well, this was new.

What first appeared to be a triumphant submission hold quickly turned into something else completely as Jessica literally heaved both Avery and herself along the surface of the ring. Ave continued to pour an unrelenting amount of pressure on her opponent's captured limb, but even she couldn't hide her surprise. She was quickly discovering Jessica's resilience and strength were nothing to be scoffed at. Clinging stubbornly to her opponent's arm, Avery found herself dragged awkwardly across the canvas despite the potentially debilitating hold she had over her opponent.

When the referee confirmed the rope break, a helpless mixture between a scoff and laugh would leave the redhead's lips. Ave would release and untangle herself from Jessica diligently, even if the notion of keeping the vixen trapped in the torturous hold was a particularly attractive thought.

Avery would slip into a quick roll. Rising fluidly to her feet, her brown eyes narrowed on Jessica. "... That was pretty good," Ave conceded openly. A rueful smile touched the girl's freckled visage, "Even if you're still a miserable bitch."

"Of course it was good. I did it, didn't I?" Jessica hopped up and tested her arm. Not broken and fully operational. Excellent. Time to try and break this bitch's back. "Even if you're still a little girl." Jessica took a step back to give herself some momentum. The Violent Violet wanted to come at this girl with the force of an atom bomb. Her purple eyes flashed with thoughts of unrepentant violence. Her purple hair clung to her sweat stained head. Something about Avery just pissed her off, got under her skin. Here she was, smiling like some dolt, giving her a compliment. Jessica could not abide the fact that she wasn't taken seriously.

Jessica took a big step forward and brought her arm and bodyweight low. She would bring it up under Avery and vault her into the air, only to bring her back down for a scoop power slam. This dumb slut had taken to flattering her to show some mercy. Well the redhead would be receiving no quarter, no clemency. The hold was secure as she brought Avery into the air and back down on the mat.

Jessica's opponent hit the mat with a crash. The applause was almost as good as the sound of her opponent in pain. But not quite.

Well, someone was certainly full of themselves.

Avery's smile was undaunted, though the fiery redhead felt a sting of indignation. Perhaps it had been a begrudging attempt at a compliment, but she had meant what she said. Regardless, Jessica's attitude remained unwavering and utterly toxic. Perhaps she was naive, but Ave liked to believe you could find something good in most people if you looked hard enough. With a warm enough smile, she could melt the coldest and blackest of hearts!

... So far, Jessica was doing a great job of proving the optimistic youth wrong.

Before Avery could delve too deeply into her consideration, Jessica made her move with a notable amount of vicious efficient. The tomboy's eyes widened, though her defensive stance remained vigilant. The freckled fighter made an attempt to remain fluid--ready to react--when Jessica clashed with her, but, once again, Avery found the Violent Violet's burst of strength overwhelming.

"S-Shit!" Her words came with a startled yelp. Scooped up into the air, she found herself literally hurtling right over her opponent as Jessica swung and guided her into a body slam. The entire ring would give a thunderous bang, Ave gasped as the air was blasted out of her lungs. The crippled teenager would strain and writhe fiercely against Jessica while the Violent Violet came to lay atop her.

Well, she wasn't going to be bouncing right back up after that one...