Jessica Wright vs. Avery Shields

Jessica sneered down on the opponent that she had just put down. The redhead made a satisfying sound as she was sent to the mat. The Violent Violet could get used to that sound. She towered over Avery on the mat, and wanted those satisfying sounds to continue. Jessica wondered if her spit was still on Avery's face. She really really wanted it to be there.

"You haven't seen anything yet." The words came on a whisper. Jessica wanted to know that those words were just for the spunky little girl who dared into the ring with her. She wanted to break this girl in body and spirit. Two rough hands grabbed Avery and hauled her up into the air and on Jessica's back, pulling Avery's body into a painful torture rack.

Jessica thought she would rub it in a little. She squatted Avery once. "One." Again. "Two." One more time. "Three. And when I get to ten, we're going to have a lot of fun, aren't we?" Jessica let the threat hang in the air. She wanted this excuse for a wrestler to know that she had a world of hurt coming, courtesy of Jessica Wright.

Stretched harshly across Jessica's shoulders, Avery floundered while she found herself caught within the agonizing torture rack. Aptly named, the torturous hold had her lean figure trembling softly from the awkward strain it forced upon her. A sheen of sweat began to glisten off the young woman as she continued to endure the punishing hold; Ave's pale and damp flesh seemed to glow under the stadium lights, right along with her bright tattoos.

Of course, the painful hold took on an entirely different tone as the Violent Violet actually began to squat Avery like a dumbbell. Even if the crowd dug this kind of thing, she was simply beyond being impressed by the violet-haired woman's arrogant feats of strength, to say the least. With her pride beginning to give a distinct sting, Avery gave an agitated growl, though it sounded more like a rasping groan in her awkward state.

Taking note of the struggling redhead's plight, the referee quickly moved in to acquire a verbal submission.

"... NOPE." Ave's defiant response was spoken loudly and with no small amount of deliberately bitter enthusiasm--Avery nearly interrupted the referee before she could even begin to ask. Yet, her labored wail that quickly followed the exchange had the anxious referee probing Avery once more for her submission.

"Motherfucker, I said no!" The passionate youth practically spat her coarse words, having no better place to focus her fiery emotions. Seemly inspired by her own outburst, Ave began to buck, though her determined motions began to build up gradually into wild thrashing!

Jessica rolled her eyes. The girl thought she was proving a point by bellowing out her refusal. And then she started bucking like this was a fucking rodeo. It interrupted her squats even though the crowd were just lapping it up. Fine, if Avery wanted out she could get out. But it would be on Jessica's terms. Not this redheaded bitch's.

"You just made a big mistake. Motherfucker.." Jessica teetered back before bringing all her weight down on Avery in an impromptu slam. The crowd cheered for what it was worth even if it was worth nothing in Jessica's estimation. She was feeling good- she felt like a shark and there was blood in the water.

Jessica pulled herself up and then grabbed two handfuls of that lovely red hair and yanked Avery upright. The ref was levying her protests yet Jessica was deaf to them. She wanted to put this girl in an ungodly amount of pain and it was the only thing that occupied her thoughts. The noises coming out of Jessica's mouth were little more than animalistic grunts. And then Jessica had an idea. Not only could she hurt this girl she could completely humiliate her.

With a smile, she irish whipped Avery towards the turnbuckle. That ought to show her for interrupting her squat session.

Even getting slammed into the mat was an upgrade from her previous predicament. She may have stubbornly endured the torture rack, but the fiery youth silently swore that she would be utterly content if she never had the displeasure of being hauled into the agonizing hold ever again.

Plastered to the canvas, Avery gave a ragged groan of relief regardless of Jessica's jarring slam and the ache that settled within her bones soon after. Wearily, she brought a hand to brush away her sweat-stained hair from her face, but she soon found even that harmless gesture interrupted as the Violent Violet was eager to once again seize her. Yanked to her feet, Avery fumbled awkwardly in Jessica's grasp before the ill-tempered woman hurled the teenager with a fierce Irish whip.

Flung across the ring, Ave would manage to swing around a moment before impact, hitting the corner post back-first with a loud grunt, but otherwise preventing herself from going head-first into the waiting turnbuckle. It was a small victory but, at this point, she was willing to take whatever she could get from the situation. Cringing softly, Ave felt her knees buckle. The freckled fighter slowly descended, eventually slumping to sit along the canvas.

Finding herself trapped in the corner of the ring, Ave leaned heavily against the turnbuckles. She just needed a moment to catch her breath...

Jessica rested her hands on her hips and smiled. The Violent Violet's time having fun applying the torture rack had been shortened but things were looking up. Avery didn't put up much of a fight after she crashed against the turnbuckle- she slumped down to the ground. A smirk played on Jessica's lips. It was game time now. Jessica waved her arms, trying to pump the crowd up. She wanted them to turn on this little twerp. She wanted them to let Avery know that she was all alone.

The Violent Violet ran at Avery. A flying knee brought along with it the possibility of a knockout. That would have been very humiliating but Jessica didn't want to screw with her like that. A stinkface felt too obvious. So Jessica went with something to really rub it in. She leaped into the air and spread her legs wide right before she hit the turnbuckle.

Bronco buster. Degrading, painful, and sexy. She bounced up and down on the ropes and bit her lip. Jessica hadn't had this much fun in the ring for a while. Worst of all she was turning herself on a little. And she hoped perversely that Avery would be turned on as well. Maybe after Jessica won she could pin her down in the locker room and fuck her. Avery seemed like a screamer.

From her seated position in the corner of the ring, Ave found herself quietly content in her momentary reprieve. Sucking in a few breaths of air, the young redhead calmly tried to collect herself.

... Right until she heard the rapid steps coming her way. Instinctively, she tried to brace herself, but there was no way she was prepared for what actually came next.

Avery's brown eyes lifted, and widened, just in time for Jessica's hips to come crashing directly into her face. With the Violent Violet's weight slamming into her freckled visage, Avery found her head immediately driven backwards into the turnbuckle. The impact was thoroughly painful, but the jarring assault hardly stopped there. Jessica's bouncing hips were relentless. Ave cringed and winced against the barrage. Stubbornly, she tried to bite back her frustrated cries, but her opponent's deviant zeal eventually forced a pained yelp from the teenager's lips. With each sequential crash from Jessica's hips, Avery's muffled cries grew louder.

Of course, Ave wasn't oblivious to compromising nature of their position; Jessica was outright thrusting her crotch in her face, after all. Frankly, it was impossible for Avery to not take note of her opponent's enthusiasm as the deviant vixen continued to suggestively pound her into the corner of the ring.

The insistent sting at her pride eventually brought Avery's freckled cheeks to flush deeply in spite of the ensuing chaos that threatened to overwhelm her.

Jessica ground her hips into Avery. The redhead was producing some muffled cries which Jessica found to be beyond pathetic. God. Couldn't this girl take a simple bronco buster like a wrestler. The whines were hard to hear over the roar of the crowd. They were here for sex and violence and they were getting it in spades. Jessica patted Avery's head. That felt nice and condescending and mean. Jessica reckoned that having Avery's head in a grind like a mortar and pestle was surely a bit meaner.

The Violent Violet got up and looked down at the now fairly disheveled Avery. Bronco busters were fun. Jessica made a mental note- she should do those more often. "How's my crotch taste?" Jessica smirked.

The answer might have come but Jessica didn't hear it. She got back on the grind, trying to cause pain and humiliation as much as possible. The move felt vituperative. Jessica certainly wouldn't have wanted to be bronco busted. Even if the girl was ridiculously hot. The Violent Violet closed her eyes as she kept the pressure up. It was so easy to imagine Avery as her little sub, begging to let her lick Jessica's pussy. That could still be arranged of course. Oh yeah. Jessica would definitely be looking for her after she won.

"... I've had better--mngh!" Her tone was raspy and dry, even if her words were nearly cut short by Jessica's insistent grinding. This wasn't exactly her finest moment, but still, the smothered redhead felt some small amount of satisfaction in the defiant gesture.

Regardless, her current predicament was undeniably humiliating. Avery's initial instincts had not been wrong about Jessica; she was truly a special brand of bitch. The Violent Violet's degrading antics proved that much. Beyond even that, it seemed Jessica's actions fueled the woman with an egotistical thrill. That combined with Jessica's reluctance to free Avery from her suggestive position quickly had the fiery redhead buzzing with a turbulent storm of emotion.

Yet, even with her shock from bronco buster beginning to pass, Avery appeared to falter. The tattooed fighter's meek struggles grew listless as sweat continued to glisten off her pale flesh. Pressed firmly into her opponent's crotch, Ave finally gave a muffled whine.  

Just for a moment, Avery let herself bathe in the exhaustion that continued to ebb at her burning resolve...

Jessica took a step back and was completely off Avery. She bent over and grabbed one of Avery's legs and dragged her to the center of the ring. The crowd's noise level fell considerably, but they were still interested. Edges of seats were abused and there were few sounds save the crunching of popcorn and the quiet grunts that escaped Jessica's mouth. That was nothing. That was breakfast. That was just a sign of so much more to come.

One or two moves. That's all it would take. Hell, Jessica was almost impressed that Avery had managed to hold out for this long. Jessica grabbed a fistful of red hair and picked Avery up to her feet. "Wakey wakey pumpkin..." Jessica growled. She was glowering at this girl- when she pinned her or made her tap it would be in the most humiliating way possible.

Jessica's impressive height was on full display as she lurched forward. Her legs were spread wide as she launched Avery into an Irish Whip. Avery would come bounding back and then she would be put down like a rabid dog.

Jessica's cocky swagger was in full swing. Avery couldn't fault someone for confidence, but this? Jessica's attitude was practically oppressive, and she found herself the target of the woman's predatory stare one-too-many times. Needless to say, the radical disparity in their personalities was not lost on Avery.

Tired and stiff, a dull ache was beginning to settle across her body. However, beyond her weary state, Ave felt a explicit tug at her conscience; as if all that was right and true within the universe was silently compelling her into action. The message was simple.

Someone needed to smack this arrogant bitch down a few pegs. Today, that someone was Avery Shields.

Having dragged Avery to her feet, Jessica's cocky aggression found itself met with an equal amount of fiery determination.

The forceful motion of the Violent Violet's Irish whip would take a dramatic turn as Ave swiftly snatched her opponent's wrist with both hands. Pivoting into a fierce turn, the tattooed tomboy would use the momentum of the whipping throw and pull Jessica with a fierce tug. Following through with her pull, she'd step right into her opponent's awkward stumble and bring their bodies together with a fluid clash.

"Surprise," face to face with Jessica, Ave would coil both of her arms around her opponent in a tight embrace. In one powerful motion, she'd attempt to snap Jessica right off her feet with no small amount of righteous fury, "Motherfucker!" The passion expended in the rigorous gesture would give Avery's voice a sharp and deliberate tone.

Exploding backwards into a belly-to-belly suplex, Ave wouldn't even attempt to keep a hold of her opponent. Instead, she ruthlessly flung the violet-haired woman with every bit of strength she could muster--launching her headlong into orbit with a sweeping motion.

Jessica was potentially in for one helluva crash landing.