Jessica Wright vs. Avery Shields

Things had been going so well. Jessica was on a roll, hitting Avery with move after move, throwing Avery all over the ring. And before she even knew what was happening she was face to face with Avery and then promptly launched across the ring. It felt like a ballet move with its quick pivots and violent grace only Jessica didn't land on her feet. She landed in a heap and then rolled on her stomach. The crowd was cheering as loudly as they could, proud of their little face fighting the big bad heel.

Jessica tried to get up. She pushed herself up and then fell back on the mat. The Violent Violet was exhausted from all of her assaults; she was bruised by all of Avery's blows. The crowd's cheers felt derisive like they were mocking her. There would be a Jessica shaped outline in sweat on the mat when Jessica got up. The only question is whether or not Jessica would have the power to...

It wasn't about getting up anymore. The time for rest, for rebuilding is over. Jessica felt the need to prove herself in front of the fans, the management, everyone watching. She tapped into her remaining strength and lifted herself to her feet. It was done. Jessica was up. She looked at Avery with a sidelong glance- it was hard to remember a time in the ring when she hated a girl this much. There was just something about Avery that drove Jessica wild. She wasn't a dirty fighter, she didn't try to humiliate her, and she didn't really do anything out of the ordinary. Other than fill Jessica with a burning hatred. Maybe it was just her stupid face. So Jessica did her best to go forward and rearrange it.

Jessica lurched forward on surbated feet, at the redheaded girl standing before her. She swerved a bit on her way to her opponent not able to walk in a straight line after the suplex. It didn't stop the Violent Violet from pressing the attack as she tried to swing in a wide, sloppy punch. Just to show the world that she had fight in her

Falling away from her suplex, Avery's glistening form smacked the canvas with a light spray of sweat. Despite her smoldering emotions, she would remain there for the span of several breathes.

Though she wouldn't get to witness Jessica's spectacular landing, Ave certainly felt it as the ring shuddered beneath her. Needless to say, it was a satisfying sensation, and the roar of the crowd that followed only made it all the sweeter. She had broken the Violent Violet's momentum, now she had to keep the pressure on her opponent.

Avery rolled on to her stomach and pushed herself up into a crouch; her spirit was indomitable, but her body lagged in its sore and stiff state. Thankfully, she wasn't the only one who was slow to recover. The sight of Jessica's stubborn, lurching, steps brought a faintly wry smile to the freckled girl's face. There was something worth respecting there, but her meandering approach made Avery all too aware of the vixen's ill intent.    

The spirited redhead felt a rush of adrenaline; now was most certainly her chance!

Taking in a deep breath, Avery shot into motion despite the resistance her limbs offered. Rising up to meet Jessica's approach, the fiery youth abruptly flung herself into the air before pumping both of her powerful legs out with a furious thrust. Jessica sloppy assault would find itself interrupted as Avery attempted to drill the woman squarely in the chest with a fierce dropkick!

The blow came in. Avery was a hammer and Jessica was a nail and Jessica was sent flying back. The rage on her face turned into shock as the kick nearly caved in her chest. Jessica knew she wasn't that quick on the uptake here and she paid the price for it; she was sent against the turnbuckle and slumped against it. Her breaths were heavy, ragged, desperate to get back all the wind that was knocked out of her. She wanted to get up and swing and slam and slaughter but she couldn't. Her one attempt to get off the turnbuckle was feeble and fruitless.

Jessica looked down. The Violent Violet couldn't bear to look at Avery or the crowd. She was winning, smooth sailing and then she had that ripped from her. Sweat rolled off her pretty face and her violet hair clung to her hair as if the rivulets of sweat were glue. The cameras were probably zooming in on her and the announcers were probably talking about Jessica's impending doom.

All that didn't matter. The only thing that mattered at the moment was Avery. Fucking Avery Shields. The proud fiery little bitch. Jessica tried to get up off the turnbuckle again, only to fall back against it. She felt pathetic and she knew she looked it. Whatever was coming, Jessica knew she could offer little resistance.

The dropkick literally shot Jessica across the ring. The crowd roared with excitement! With her opponent slumped wearily against the turnbuckle, it appeared the tide had officially turned.

Ave was most definitely feeling it now.

Reinvigorated in the moment, the fiery redhead bounced to her feet like a live wire, practically glowing in her youthful exuberance.

The irony of Jessica's position would not be overlooked; Avery was previously in nearly the same position only moments ago. Not looking so cocky now, are we? The vindicating thought reinforced her surging confidence. With consideration to the treatment she had received from Jessica, the temptation to return the favor of a bronco buster was very much a reality. However, she knew this moment had the potential to go well beyond petty payback.

Instead of merely humiliating her opponent, she could settle this match in spectacular fashion.

"You and I are going to go for a little ride, princess," having made her approach, Ave quickly cornered her opponent within the turnbuckle. Dipping momentarily, the rallying redhead drove her shoulder roughly into Jessica's exposed abdomen and hooked the reeling woman's legs. She'd briefly heave the Violent Violet off her feet before hoisting her to sit atop the turnbuckle itself.

The crowd roared once more anxiously, the growing anticipation brought a determined smile to her lips. They knew something explosive was coming. Ave intended to blow them all right out of their seats.

Deftly scaling her way to the top of the ropes, Avery took up a daring perch, standing directly in front of Jessica as she hunched atop the turnbuckle. With payback still fresh in her mind, Ave's hand came to firmly grasp the back of Jessica's head--with the wild cheers of the crowd, the redhead couldn't help but indulge her sudden urge. She'd roughly pull her opponent's head into her hips and bury her face in her crotch. Straddling the turnbuckle, Ave rocked her entire body suggestively, grinding Jessica's face with one fluid and undeniably provocative motion.

She felt her cheeks readily begin to burn. A coy grin flashed across her freckled visage while the crowd basked her in glory for the brief duration of the moment. Even if she was sheepishly reveling in the guilty pleasure, the blushing redhead wouldn't dare to extend her alluring performance; she was rather sure she got her point across. Either way, she was feeling far too self-conscious to continue...

Without any further hesitation, Ave leap up to trap Jessica's face tightly between her thighs. Once locking her legs, the redheaded daredevil dipped gracefully backwards into a furious and graceful tumble. Yanking Jessica right off her perch, Ave's whirling momentum would launch the Violent Violet into a flip of her own, only a moment before Avery released her scissorhold and launched her opponent perilously down to the ring below.

... And, with any luck, the Frankensteiner would be enough to send the wretched woman directly through the canvas and straight to Hell; right where she belonged!

Jessica heard Avery's voice as if through a distant fog. The fatigue and the numerous blows clouded her vision. Jessica was reeling from the previous blow still. She recognized that there were footsteps coming towards her but there was nothing the Violent Violet could offer as resistance.

A loud groan escaped her lips as Avery drove her shoulder into her tight abs. Two pythons clamped around her and hauled her higher. She was pushed to the top of the turnbuckle- she knew that sensation well having done it to girls and had it done on her. And then Avery's crotch was right in her face. Ugh. When Jessica got her momentum back this redheaded bitch was going to pay for that little gesture in some incredibly painful manner. Jessica groaned again as Avery made a mockery of her- but this groan was from humiliation as opposed to pain. How dare this girl hump her face like she was some stripper pole. Rage began to contort Jessica's face.

And then the worst thing that could have happened happen. Frankensteiner. Textbook, flawless, and painful as can be. Jessica hit the mat with a crash that reverberated around the arena. The noise of the slam was drowned out by the roar of the fans. They loved it, the loved Avery, and they were happy to see Jessica 'put in her place'. Pain eclipsed every other feeling she had. The contempt she had for Avery, the desire to win, the raw burning ambition inside her. Everything.

The Violent Violet skidded to a halt somewhere near the center of the ring. She sat up for a second from the pain only to collapse right back down on the mat. The lights of the arena high above her moved in circles and Jessica shut her eyes...

Avery's landing was rough, but nothing compared to Jessica's crash landing. Beaming within her personal triumph, the fiery redhead's resolve burned even brighter. The Frankensteiner couldn't have gone more beautifully! Settling upon her knees, she couldn't help but pump a fist into the air while the crowd continued to bustle with excitement.

Of course, she hadn't won yet.  

With her opponent thoroughly rocked, and plastered across the ring, the freckled fighter wouldn't even bother to rise to her feet. Scrambling to Jessica's position, Avery practically pounced her fallen foe. She'd hook one of her adversary's legs and initiate the pin count.

"ONE!" The crowd cheered, counting loudly right along with the referee.

Avery's heart soared.

Jessica's leg was pushed up by an alien outside force. Jessica could do little to resist it. The Violent Violet could do even less to stop the count. She was aware that it was starting but the pain was too much. The whole damn crowd sounded like they were going along with it, making it even more annoying.

TWO!!!

There it was. The point of no return was coming. It would be so easy to just lay down in pain and let the med team check her and just go home. Jessica's violet eyes opened. No. She couldn't allow it, wouldn't allow it. She would reach deep within herself to try and find something to keep her going.

THR- Jessica shot her shoulder up. She looked at the ref to try and entreaty her. The ref waved it off. No pin. The match was still on, and Jessica was still going to win. Jessica wrenched a fistful of red hair up to give herself some space. And then she used the space as effectively as she could- Jessica reared her head back and then launched it forward for a headbutt.

The sound of two skulls clacking together sent shockwaves through the crowd. Jessica's father always said she had a hard head.

Jostled from her pin, Avery blinked in astonishment.  

"No way! Dude, it was a three count, right?..."

Much like Jessica, her gaze shot to the referee for clarification. The response she received left Avery reeling further into her shock. The wild cheers resounding within the stadium suddenly morphed into a crestfallen state of surprise and alarm, though their excitement never waned.

Avery's wide-eyed visage scrunched abruptly; her opponent's vicious grasp had found her hair. Jessica was eager to seize the moment--somewhat literally. She was caught off guard, Ave felt incredibly foolish. Her lowered guard was quickly rewarded with a impromptu, if effective, headbutt. The fierce blow would be enough to jar a startled gasp from Avery's lips. Cringing almost instantaneously, the tattooed tomboy fell away from Jessica and quickly cradled her ringing skull.

"Fuuuck me," Ave groaned breathlessly as she writhed along the canvas.

The headbutt sent a jolt of pain through her body and enlivened her like an electric shock. She was running on fumes and adrenaline and she rolled over, trying to hold the universe together. Jessica had purchased a bit of distance with the roll and fully intended on using it. With a grunt she hauled herself up and wobbled a bit before finding her legs. The Violent Violet was still in a haze and her father's words came to her. You can lose, you can cheat, you can win. But don't you ever fucking quit. Jessica breathed out and scrunched her eyes. This fight wasn't over yet. Jessica was weary, bruised, and bloody. But not beaten.

It felt like the fog was lifting. The world was beginning to make sense again. She was Jessica Wright, a titaness from Iowa that had the strength of a tornado and was almost half as delicate. She was the best damn wrestler this excuse for a federation had ever seen and she was going to tear them all apart. Starting with this skank, Avery. This autonoesis wasn't much of a revelation, but it felt like one under the circumstances. And she was going to make the most of it.

Jessica cocked her head to the side and put her hand on her hip. "Fuck you? That can be arranged..." She let the threat clear the air between them. The Violent Violet was back. She still had her swagger and her recklessness. The edges of her lips curled into a tight smile and then a sneer. A rush of blood and hatred surged through her. The night wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

Well, that's going to leave a mark... Awesome.

Avery rubbed gingerly at the bruised area of her forehead. The headbutt had been harsh, but she told herself that she would survive. No one in their right mind jumped into professional wrestling with the hopes of nurturing their good looks, after all.

Besides, there was a plus side to everything if you looked hard enough! Jessica hadn't taken advantage of the situation and throttled her yet. That had to count for something.

Tentatively settling her gaze upon her opponent, Ave took note of Jessica's reluctance to retaliate. The Violent Violet had instead used the opportunity to disengage while she attempted to compose herself. Likewise, Avery took in a deep breath and pulled herself steadily to her feet. The respite was welcomed, though it was short-lived. That was simply the nature of the battles that took place in this ring.

Brushing aside a few sweat-stained tresses, Ave found herself flaunting a wry smile despite the threat that was thrown her way, "That's funny."

"Not that I was really offering, but I was under the impression you had been trying to fuck me for awhile now. So, tell me, how's that been working out for you so far?"

Avery took up a fluid stance as she offered her barbed words. Her motion was disciplined, but her entire body lagged with a dull ache. She stubbornly tried to ignore it, but it was most certainly there. Regardless, she was hardly prepared to admit defeat. Only moments ago, it had been Jessica narrowly escaping the three count pin. Even if Jessica had found some measure of composure despite it all, Ave had to believe she still had her seething opponent on the ropes.

Standing her ground, Ave hoped for desperation or thoughtless aggression. And, more importantly, her own ability to properly counteract whatever inevitably came her way...