When the Music's Over

Since Irene's last tactic had only earned her an angrier Violet, Irene came up with a new idea. It was a plan that Jessica wouldn't be able to fault for lacking ambition, regardless of its outcome. Still holding Jessica's arms in the lockup, Irene would suddenly lift Jessica's arms up and duck underneath her left side to get behind her. As she did, she bent each of Jessica's arms in front of her own head without ever breaking her grip on them. Now holding Jessica's wrists from behind, Irene fell backwards with her opponent along for the ride, bending her legs in order to catch Jessica's back on her upturned knees.

From start to finish, Irene executed her entire maneuver in a single, fluid motion. Because Jessica's arms were stronger than hers, it was important that Irene move quickly to avoid giving her any time to react and resist. The coed's speed and skill needed to do what brute force could not. If it paid off, Jessica would be in Irene's grasp before she knew it, trapped in a straight jacket submission. Tugging on each wrist, Irene started bending Jessica's back across her knees, stressing her spine and choking her with her own arms at the same time! There was even some insult to go with all the injury. Because Irene's tugging would force Jessica's to gaze up, she would be able to see the grin on Irene's face as she tried to yank a submission out of her.

“So, am I doing better this time?”

Jessica could be a bit slow sometimes. Brutal, powerful, and experienced, but slow. When Irene first started to move, she blinked. Her mind had solely been focused on pushing the crap out of this smaller woman, and the little scientist moved like some half-ninja, half-ballerina hybrid. It was a tactical move too, as Irene maintained control of her wrists as she deftly moved past the larger Jessica. By the time Irene's agile movements registered, it was far too late; two knees had come into her back, and Jessica found herself plummeting down and backwards.

When she landed, it was no easy pleasure cruise either. The Violent Violet yelped in pain as her back graced Irene's knees, and then grimaced as she was forced into one of the worst backbreaker's she had ever felt. The submission was locked in nice and tight, and overwhelming pain rocked her whole body. Jessica shook her head, rejecting the situation, but in reality there was very little she could do about it.

Then came the taunt. That was the worst part. She had visited all sorts of pain, emotional and physical, upon the smaller woman. And now she was heaping it back. The Violent Violet stayed quiet as she started tugging against the shorter girl's arms.

An enormous smirk spread across Irene's face as her submission hold started paying its dividends. Truth be told, although Jessica was great in the sack, she was otherwise still the woman who had broken and humiliated Irene, the latest victim among several others. The woman needed to be taken down a peg, and although Irene was far from the best person to do it, she was the one on hand to try. The groans of agony were music to Irene's ears as she wrenched back, really testing her foe's neck and spine.

Sadly, Jessica was still as strong as she'd always been, and was determined to escape. Irene could hold her arms for awhile, considering the leverage she had over the brute. However, because Irene had executed her hold with such haste, her positioning of the rest of Jessica's body was sloppy. If the amazonian beauty started using the muscles in her core and legs to fight back, Irene knew that she wouldn't be able to handle it.

After wrenching her hold one more time, Irene released Jessica's arms without warning and pushed Jessica off of her. Better to break the hold on her own terms and start fresh. Never one to waste her momentum, however, Irene formed a new plan as she rose to her feet. If she could get up before Jessica, Irene was going to slip behind the woman and charge at her as she rose, grabbing the back of her head and leaping into the air to smash the Violet's face into the mat with a one-handed bulldog!

The pain, just like the hold, lingered. There was something so frustrating about that. A slam was over in a second, and a strike was even quicker. The pain of the submission was the main problem, but there were deeper things that made her more irate. The deepest cut of all was the fact that it was Irene, short, weak little Irene who had her in such a bind. Even as Jessica got closer and closer to breaking free of the hold, all of the pain was coming to her. And she was so terribly close...

And then, in the next instance, she was free. The little scientist girl thought to get Jessica off of her under her own volition, and part of Jessica respected that. She fell forward, onto her hands and knees, and breathed in for a quick second. For one second, for one glorious second, she was as free as a bird flying high over the Iowa plains. The Violent Violet began getting up, and trying to get herself back into this fight.

Unfortunately, Irene had other plans. She was about halfway up when the little scientist brought her right back down, leaping onto her and forcing her onto the mat below her. Her head was the first thing that hit the ground, and immediately her cranium started ringing like a bell. For the second time, Jessica was down.

As Jessica's body slapped the canvas, Irene immediately dropped down to mount her back. Straddling the beauty, Irene leaned forward and tried to grab her right arm, pulling it back. Irene wanted to twist Jessica's limb behind her to secure a basic hammerlock, but with a woman this strong, wrangling the arm into position would be a task easier said than done.

If she didn't free her arm in time, Jessica was going to be in a lot of trouble. There was a reason the hammerlock had become such a staple in the professional wrestling community. It was simple and easy to maintain, but torturous with enough force applied. In this position, with her body keeping Jessica on the mat, Irene could use both of her arms and the force of gravity to pour stress into the locked limb. It could even be dangerous when used recklessly, threatening to dislocate the shoulder joint, an injury that could put wrestlers out of commission for a long time, weakening them permanently.

It was the sort of submission that a psycho like Jessica could use to hurt people, but Irene didn't want anyone to get hurt that badly. She would push Jessica slowly but surely, using one arm to hold the trapped limb down while the other started pushing it in the wrong direction.

Irene was relentless. Had she been this dogged in her pursuit of the bigger girl, she may have fared a lot better in the match. The little scientist followed up one attack with another, exactly as Jessica would have. If Irene wanted to be her protege, Jessica would entertain that offer. Unfortunately, Irene was more looking to hurt her at the moment, because she was putting her in a ton of pain with the hammerlock. Jessica bit her lip and let out something that sound an awful lot like a choked back grunt.

And Irene proved her persistence once more. Jessica moved around a little bit, but she was careful not to move too much lest the hold get considerably worse. Her eyes were beginning to water with the pain, and she turned her head to the side. The girl had the hold in nice and tight. Not so tight that she thought that she was going to get injured, but tight enough that Jessica knew that she ought to get moving in a hurry if she did not want to leave this one with an L.

Jessica turned. A little bit, at first, so as not to worsen the hold by that much, and then suddenly so that she had some leverage. The move to get on her side was done for one very simple reason- she wanted to attack, even here and now, when she had so much to lose. She sent the top leg forward, just for a little bit more momentum, and then straight back. Totally blind donkey kicks were not something that would win her most matches, but that was the only thing she had right now.

For Irene Inger, the hardest part of any wrestling match was the battle to get her opponent trapped beneath her, and the second hardest part was keeping her there. No matter how much leverage she held, her opponents were usually bigger and stronger than her, and none so far had been stronger than the Violent Violet.

Jessica tried to roll, and Irene felt herself being forced to tilt sideways. Furious, Irene wrenched the hold harder, hoping that the psychological effects of pain and fear would keep Jessica in her place. Unfortunately, Jessica was as unconcerned with her own safety as she was with everyone else's, and as the two women continued to turn, Irene was forced to let Jessica's arm go. The donkey kick would not connect, however. As the two women listed to the side, Irene disentangled herself from Jessica and scooted away from her, moving back until she felt the ring ropes caressing her skin.

It had been a tough decision on her part. Irene had wanted to press her attack even further, but burning the rest of her strength on a losing battle didn't seem smart. Still, Jessica had her hard-earned opportunity. With powerful legs and stamina to spare, the violet beauty could power to her feet before Irene, and then it would be her turn to go on the offensive. Irene was backed into a corner, literally, with mere feet separating her from the nearest turnbuckle. The poor girl knew all of this, and she desperately pushed herself back up, turning to face a predator that would almost assuredly be on the hunt.

Jessica was far clever than a lot of people gave her credit for, and now she was on the move. She had gotten the duo on their side, and even the threat of something else happening was enough to disabuse her opponent of continuing the hold. Even if the donkey kick missed by a thousand miles, Jessica could not help but feel like a thousand bucks. Her arm was still hurting a ton, but mentally and emotionally, Jessica was doing just find.

She did a few rolls just to make sure she was out of range of whatever was coming next, and when no further attacks came in, Jessica got up. The Violent Violet rose slowly. It would be facile to blame how tired or pained she was for her slow rise, even if she was a little bit tired and pained. No, she rose slowly, with her eyes on Irene the whole time because she wanted to intimidate the crap out of the girl standing across from her, with her back against the turnbuckle. Jessica all but licked her lips. She was a lioness, Irene was an antelope, and the hunt was on.

Immediately, Jessica tore across the ring with all the speed she could muster. Her short purple hair flew behind her, and her purple eyes were narrowed, focusing on Irene to the exclusion of all else. The Violent Violet was not a fast woman, but the little scientist girl was literally backed into a corner. Besides, Jessica was in the mood for something a little bit risky. Before she reached her destination, Jessica leaped into the air and went for a flying crossbody. Very high risk, of course, but very high reward as well...

Irene re-oriented herself to find that Jessica was still getting up. The woman was glaring at her, eyes focused and shimmering with malicious intent. Still, no matter how small Irene was, she wasn't quite as easy to scare as Jessica seemed to think. She used the spare moments that Jessica had given her, attempting to shimmy her way along the edge of the ring to extricate herself from the corner. If the Violent Violet was getting up slowly, maybe she wouldn't approach in time to capitalize on her trapped victim.

Wrong. As soon as Jessica was back up, she threw herself at Irene in every sense of the word. Wasted time had allowed Irene to move away from the corner, but she was still backed up against the ropes. She could only bring her arms up to shield her face as the massive powerhouse collided with her. The hardened body crushed her torso as Irene coughed out a girlish scream. The impact almost pushed her over the ropes, but she still had the reflexes to save herself from the spill, grasping the top rope with both arms to anchor herself.

As soon as it was over, Irene gasped for air, her legs trembling. Unable to hold her own weight, Irene fell to a sitting position, body pressed against the ropes as she kept eyes on her now dominant opponent.

That was fun. Hitting your opponent was always worthwhile, but hurting your opponent in such a fashion had its own benefits which were hard to describe exactly. While soaring through the air, she felt totally free, unbound of her own worries or expectations of herself. Jessica usually employed more technical moves, like strikes and throws, which often found their home inside a wrestling ring. That move belonged on the playground as much as it did in the squared circle, and it exhilarated Jessica.

Exhilarated, and honed. Jessica popped up as quickly as she possibly could, eager to press her advantage as much as she good. Irene was now on her butt, slumped against the ropes that she had just been pressed against. The Violent Violet moved in an efficient manner, grabbing one of Irene's legs and dragging her away from the ropes. This wasn't a real match, and rope breaks did not really count, but you have to practice as if you are playing, as her dad liked to tell her.

Besides, there was a whole lot of revenge Jessica had to take out. Irene proved herself more than capable as a wrestler, and Jessica was determined to get every single lick back. First she had to soften her opponent up a little more, so she decided to follow up her very unorthodox wrestling move with a very traditional one. Once she had gotten Irene a little bit clear of the ropes, she leapt into the air and stuck her elbow out. She was going for an elbow drop, and prayed Irene was out of it enough for it to go through.