Jessica Wright vs. Avery Shields

"Been working great. You've been throwing yourself at me so far." Jessica shifted her body weight from left to right. Nothing was broken everything was operational. Or at least as mobile as it could get under the circumstances. The Violent Violet had taken quite a few hard knocks and wasn't as spry or aggressive as she had been at the beginning of the match. It felt like high noon under the lights of the arena. There were two bloody gunslingers ready to draw. Jessica had always hated girls with the cowboy shtick, but she was willing to draw first this time.

She took one unsure step forward and then a second one, this time more sure, more aggressive. Soon she was in a dead sprint towards Avery, intent on causing as much damage as she possibly could to try and end this fight. The girl was in her fighting stance and it looked like she was ready for anything. Jessica brought her two arms high above her head as she launched herself at the redhead. Jessica's face was flushed red with fury and exertion and her legs were pumping like two pistons hellbent on destruction.

Jessica had her teeth bared. She no longer felt human. She was a bat out of hell or a lioness on the great savanna. She was the avatar of fury and Avery, with all her rambunctiousness, all her smiles, all her defiance had earned her ire like no one else. The Violent Violet stopped just short of Avery and channeled her energy and rage into a two-handed axe swing aimed at Avery's stupid face. Jessica cried out as she brought it down. Avery would know Jessica's fury.

Ave had made the right call, it seemed. The Violent Violet was a bundle of aggression if absolutely nothing else. This would be the first time, and likely the last time, Avery found herself cherishing that particular attribute of her opponent.

Jessica came with a truly compelling amount of fury. However, Avery was ready and waiting; weary and worn, but fearless in her endeavors.

She'd bait out the deliberate nature of Jessica's enraged attack, watching as the Violent Violet charged with both of hands clasped above her head. Stepping into action, the fiery redhead weaved out of the way of her opponent's descending fists with a decisive sidestep. She made her evasive movement a little sooner than she would have liked and compensated for her lagging reflexes. Still, the freckled fighter danced precariously along the razor's edge.

It was close--too close!

The narrow dodge sent an excited jolt of emotions down her spine, but she didn't have the time to focus on the achievement itself. Instead, the young woman allowed her sudden surge of energy to return an agile bounce to her step. Swinging swiftly around her opponent, Avery's body soon pressed firmly against Jessica's from behind. Within their tight proximity, she'd bring her tattoo-covered arms up in an attempt to ensnare her opponent's neck. Locking in her rear naked choke, she'd give a fierce, flexing, tug--biting deeply with her constricting hold. With her choke established, Avery took the crushing hold a step further; suddenly leaping up to coil both of her thighs tightly around her opponent's waist with a body scissor.

With all of her weight dangling from the Violent Violet, Avery squeezed with every conceivable muscle in her body. She was confident the effect would be harrowing to say the least.

Now, if she could get Jessica to drop to the mat. Then she'd truly possess a dangerous opportunity to take the vixen out of the fight once and for all!

Jessica heard the wind rush past her as the miss made a colossal whiff. The Violent Violet paused for a second and blinked. All of her rage, all of her everything had just been avoided and there was nothing Jessica could do about it. The crowd didn't quite know how to react either. They took a second, like Jessica did, to figure out what exactly happened. Then they erupted in applause as Avery leaped onto Jessica's back and began choking her.

The Violent Violet teetered to the left before finding some of her balance. She immediately lost it and took a few steps to the right. Jessica then managed to find some semblance of equilibrium and stand up straight, or as straight as she could get with her opponent hanging on her back. Her tongue poked out and her face began to match her hair. Jessica began making some truly horrid sounds and clutched at the strong arm wrapping around her neck like an anaconda.

Even worse, Avery tensed the muscles in her legs too. Her whole body was being constricted. It was only a few passing seconds, maybe ten at this point but it felt like hours, days. All of Jessica's bones begged for release and Jessica moved her hand to Avery's as if to tap and then held it at the last second. No, she wasn't going out like this. The Violent Violet was not going to tap out to a rear naked choke.

But Avery was not showing any signs of mercy. The hold was beyond painful. Jessica felt herself getting more tired by the second and Avery had been on her back for quite a while. The sputtering had stopped at least to be replaced with closed eyes and gritted teeth. More time passed, excruciatingly. When she opened her purple eyes her surroundings gave her a nasty idea.

Jessica took a few tentative steps back before throwing herself backwards at the turnbuckle. The harsh turnbuckle might prove enough to dislodge the girl on her back and she turned as quickly as she could before launching a brutal uppercut aimed at Avery's jaw!

Jessica careened and staggered wildly but, much to Ave's surprise, the Violent Violet stubbornly refused to be taken down to the mat. With no lack of stubbornness of her own, Avery clung desperately to her opponent; her lean form flexing and glistening under the lights as she continued to apply her chokehold with impunity. Fortunately, this was one battle of wills the tattooed tomboy was bitterly confident she would win.

There was no way the violet-haired vixen could flail around the ring forever with Avery coiled around her. She would either tap now or inevitably hit the canvas, where she'd once again be forced to tap or blackout; a lack of oxygen reaching your brain typically offered those kind of results. She could already feel the fight slowly draining out of Jessica. Her opponent even made a gesture that nearly appeared to signal her defeat.

Ave's nerves screamed silently in anticipation, she felt her heart thumping in her chest...

... Right until Jessica wheeled back and slammed Avery into the turnbuckle. The fiery redhead yelped in surprise, the impact would be enough of a discouragement to force Ave to abandon her constricting hold. The uppercut that followed caught the young woman squarely on the chin and flung her head back with a jolt. "... Ugh, s-shit," she slumped against the turnbuckle with a weary groan, her eyes tried to blink away her daze.

Tap, blackout, OR slam her against the turnbuckle. It was a shame she hadn't thought about that particular outcome a little sooner...

Both of her moves went off without a hitch. That is, if you could mark nearly being choked into submission as doing well, which of course Jessica did. Any time before a tap or a submission didn't matter- Jessica felt she could always come back. But it wasn't coming back she was concerned about. The Violent Violet felt like she was at a point where she could bring this match to an end. Jessica tried to shake the pain out of her bruised knuckles to no avail. Well, that was trivial. Avery's doom was coming.

Jessica grabbed Avery's head and moved her closer to the center of the ring. Her muscles ached and her head was thumping. But she could do this, she could bring herself glory and victory. It was coming, Jessica knew it, she knew it all along. The heart in her chest was ready to leap out of the confines of her body and a smile spread across her face. She tucked Avery's head between her thighs. The Queenmaker. It was coming and it was going to bring an end to this redheaded bitch's hopes.

But what was the rush? What was the climax before a little foreplay? Before she attempted to secure Avery's arms she leaned over and gave Avery's tush a hearty smack. That would give her a little discipline, she hoped, and disabuse her of trying to get in the ring with her again. And then to usher in the final act of this long drama, Jessica bent over and tried to wrap Avery's arms around her so that she would offer no resistance to the finisher.

"Time for bed, sweetie..." The words were slow mocking and derisive. She wanted Avery to know that she hated her. Hated her, and was better than her.

Pulled to the center of the ring, Jessica would find little resistance as she guided Avery's head ominously between her thighs. Her opponent had resiliently reclaimed her cocky swagger. The Violent Violet's triumph appeared all but inevitable...

However, it seemed simply beating Avery was not enough. Her opponent intended to make a point. Jessica taunted the fiery redhead and quickly took advantage of her precarious hold over the young woman. The smack against Avery's rear resounded with a distinct ring. Ave winced against the sobering sting, but the pain paled in comparison to the actual attack that was made against her pride. It was just as humiliating as Jessica had hoped, and yet, the degrading gesture proved to serve another purpose unbeknownst to the Violent Violet.

Teetering dangerously close to the brink, Avery found her spark of determination once again reignited. Smoldering, but shining brightly.

In that moment, Avery did not possess the luxury of time. She could not afford to consider her ragged state nor any of its perceived limitations. In the true test of one's mettle, in the face of overwhelming adversity, she possessed only her instinct and a burning resolve. With her mind and body becoming one, Avery threw herself desperately forward, dipping low and squeezing her sweaty form right between her opponent's spread legs. Barely escaping the scouring grasp of Jessica's hands, Ave scrambled to her feet and swung around to her opponent's backside in nearly same motion.

She had no time to think, no time to waver.

Bounding upon Jessica from behind, she'd swinging one leg over her opponent's shoulder--scaling the violet-haired woman as if she were a fence. Securing her tentative perch, Avery became fury in motion; her legs securing a tightly coiled vise, ensnaring both Jessica's arm and head in one, vicious, motion. Completely lost in the moment, the freckled warrior let loose her battlecry and shot backwards into a sweeping, flourishing, flip--with the intent of tearing the Violent Violet right off her feet and driving her head first into the canvas with Avery's very own Aveinator. No matter how wild their crash landing became, Ave kept her thighs clamped without mercy; guaranteeing Jessica would feel the full, explosive, fusion of the spectacular takedown.

The spark Jessica had brought to life inside Avery had transformed into a blazing wildfire. Bedtime had, in fact, invaded the ring, but perhaps it wasn't Avery Shields who'd be tucked in this night!

This was supposed to be Jessica's crowning moment. There her opponent was between her strong thighs, all but defeated. Jessica would send them both skyward and send them plummeting back down to the ground with Avery coming out the worse for wear. And then she felt the world shift. Avery wormed her way under Jessica's long muscled legs. And then she did some tricky ninja bullshit and then Jessica was sent flying.

The long drama had become a farce. Jessica's eyes were closed as she returned to the cruel cushion of the mat. She had started off so well. Not even 30 seconds in she was confident of victory. Supreme, dominating, unstoppable victory. There was nothing to stop her fall to the earth and Avery's thighs clamping around her head provided no clemency. The Aveinator, the end had come swiftly. Maybe there was a yell, maybe there wasn't. Jessica wasn't worried about it.

The Violent Violet crashed headlong into the ground. Not a sound escaped her lips. Not a whimper of slow painful realization nor a cry of defiance. This was it. The end. Jessica sprawled out on the expanse of canvas, eyes still closed. Pain racked every muscle, exhaustion overwhelmed her. Her thoughts raced and then ceased. The crowd was on their feet making enough noise to cause most Richter scales to jump. And Jessica felt like she was just served up her own personal earthquake.

Jessica's chest rose and fell. Other than that, she didn't move.

The roar of the crowd was electrifying.

The aftermath of the Aveinator left the fiery redhead sprawled across the mat, though her legs remained loosely tangled around her opponent's shoulders and head. For the span of several breaths she remained listless; a sweaty mess smeared across the canvas, akin to her crushed adversary. Her previous actions were simply a hazy blur. Thankfully, the crowd didn't appear to have any issues processing what they had just witnessed; victory snatched from the jaws of defeat!

The entire arena appeared to be on their feet, cheering the explosive feat. Needless to say, Avery had no intentions of letting them down after coming this far.

She sat up with a weary sigh. Sweat-stained hair clung to her freckled visage, but a wild spark still flickered in the tattooed beauty's eyes. She wouldn't even bother to untangle her legs from Jessica. Instead, Avery shifted and planted her knees, straddling the Violent Violet's upper torso. She quickly reached across her opponent's devastated form and hooked one of the woman's legs; hugging the limb fiercely to her own chest as she seated herself unceremoniously atop Jessica's breast. The position allowed her to securely pin Jessica's shoulders to the mat, but--more or less--placed the shapely contours of her butt within the direct vicinity of the violet-haired vixen's face.

Unfortunately for Jessica, Avery was quite content with that particular aspect of the pin.

"ONE!" The referee wasted little time initiating the pinfall count. Once again, the crowd chanted along with surging anticipation.

There was a weight moving on top of Jessica. She had no way of knowing what it was with her body racked with pain and her eyes closed. Her leg was pulled up and a boulder pressed down against her chest. Her chest rose and fell a little bit slower now due to the weight and the pain. The contempt of the crowd for her washed over Jessica like the contempt of so many crowds before only Jessica was not in any condition to sneer at them and mock them. No, they were the sneering and mocking ones now.

TWO!!!

The Violent Violet couldn't find the energy to stir. A dull ache in her head told her that this was it. This was loss number two in the AFW. And it would be to Avery fucking Shields, this ridiculous redheaded woman. Jessica had only one choice now- lie back and wait for the end of the match to come. But there was no begrudging acceptance or harsh defiance. There was only pain.

"THREE!" The ring of the bell penetrated the arena, but it was quickly drowned out by the crowd's roaring ovation.  

Avery's music exploded across the arena and quickly accented the fiery redhead's moment of triumph. Ave abandoned her pin and scrambled to her feet. Her exhaustion made things awkward at first, but the tomboy found a rejuvenated bounce returning to her step as the crowd continued to shower her with admiration. Rapidly approaching one of the turnbuckles, she leap upon the second rope and threw her hands into the air with a charismatic flourish. Words simply failed her, so instead, she screamed in all of her sweat-stained glory. Naturally, the young woman's ecstatic cry was met with an equal amount of impassioned cheers.

Having tested her mettle inside the ring for the third time, Avery once again came face to face with euphoria; all of the fatigue in the world couldn't faze the girlish grin that graced her freckled visage.