No DQ Cage Match - Jessica Wright vs SIG

Cage Match
Victory Condition: Submission
No DQ
Hentai Allowed

Extra: There are straps attached on the ropes around the corners of the ring.

SIG:

SIG's theme began to play on the speakers, prompting some cheers from the crowds before the blonde came out in her usual, military themed outfit:a black peaked cap with silver cross star, a black bikini set with silver lines, partly covered in her unbuttoned black military jacket, completed with a pair of black gloves and boots on her hands and feet. Her hair was done in the side ponytail as always, giving her the mixture of tough looking and cuteness that charmed most of her fans. She smiled confidently while proceeding towards the cage, occasionally waved an arm to the audiences before entering the cage where the fight would take place.

It's sure been a while since she last had a match inside a cage. Not to mention that it wasn't just an ordinary cage. The straps attached around the corners immediately took her attention as she inspected the ring. Her eyes gleamed at the sight, and she could already think of some stuffs to do if she had her opponent trapped on one of the corners. The opposite situation were no less exciting either, to say the least.

She paraded herself around the ring for a bit, before taking off her hat and jacket to reveal her lithe but compact form in its full glory. Handing her clothes to the staff outside the cage, Sig then proceeded to one of the corner to wait for the arrival of her opponent and rested her back against the turnbuckle. Meanwhile, she'd also inspect the straps close to her a little, tugging them around for a bit to see how well attached they were to the ropes, or how easy it was to fasten and loosen them.

"Heh heh, this should be fun..."

Jessica grinned. Cage match. For whatever reason, the AFW people kept feeding them to her and Jessica ate them up. She had never lost one after all and as long as there was some poor little slut she could take apart in them she didn't care. The Violent Violet was fresh off her 'loss' to Taylor and Julia and she wasn't feeling particularly good. This was a chance to get some sweet, brutal revenge. Against who? Didn't matter. All that mattered was that this girl was going to get bent to pieces.

This was a submission match. Although Jessica was far more proficient at slams, she had no problem making other girls want to tap. And this girl looked weak. Well, maybe not super weak, but nice and bendy. Jessica was not feeling particularly bendy at all. No, she was feeling lethal and drop dead sexy. She zipped up her red, black and yellow boots and jumped up and down. Her uniform looked like it was painted on and she felt like a proper stunner in it. The black and yellow lightning bolts were a bad augury for Sig; she was going to get hit fast and hard.

Jessica made her way to the entrance ramp. Hentai would be allowed. While breaking rules was usually her purview, this meant that she could make her opponent feel like a slut with complete peace. Jessica's intro music jangled over the PA system and Jessica was greeted with mostly boos. She reciprocated the feeling and flipped the crowd off. But the closer she got to the ramp, the more she became focused on one goal: Sig.

From what she had seen, this girl was a blonde twink who liked Nazi get-ups. Jessica may have been a bitch constantly, but she was an American bitch, and she hated Nazis. This girl was going to get tied to that fucking corner and annihilated.  

Jessica entered the ring and slammed the cage door behind her. "You're way less impressive than I thought you'd be," she taunted.

Spoiler:

As her opponent finally arrived at the scene, Sig stopped playing with the straps and turned her attention to the girl making her way towards the cage. This Jessica girl they called the "Violent Violet" was taller and bigger than her, which made her a great opponent. Physical mismatch was something Sig found exciting when it was against her.

She walked off the corner and got herself a bit closer to her opponent as the cage door was shut, smirking at Jessica's taunting words. If the girl thought that she could intimidate Sig easily because she's bigger, she'd be gravely mistaken. In fact, the lithe blonde didn't remember the last thing she felt intimidated in a match. Most of the times, there's only excitement.

"Hee~ But you're quite as impressive as I thought you'd be," she replied while tilting her head to the side a bit. "I like girls with attitude."

Jessica got up closer to her. This was one of the things that she absolutely loved doing. Showing off the vast difference she had with other women. She felt like she was bigger, stronger and tougher than 90% of the women at AFW and that confidence nearly overwhelmed her here. Jessica had half a head on her and quite a bit of muscle from just eyeballing it. This was going to be a cakewalk.

Before she got her to tap, though, Jessica was going to have to wipe that grin off Sig's face. This was a cage match with one of the nastiest women at AFW. She hardly considered this a funny matter. Oh, and those cheeky ass statements were going to have to come to an end as well. "Well, sweetie, you're just going to fucking love me."

Jessica took a step back. The bell went off and Jessica went off too- she brought her foot up and attempted to launch it straight into Sig's gut to get this match started off right. Straight front kick, just like her pa taught her.

"I think I might," Sig still smirking at Jessica despite the girl showing their physical differences, gleefully looking up at her opponent like a defiant brat.

The bell rang soon after and the next thing she felt was a hard kick on her gut that knocked her off slightly while also making her bending over. Sig groaned, half moaned as well, savoring every bit of that strike as she remained stumbled backwards a bit further, grimacing, and half smirking.

She had gotten so used to attacks that went away right after the match started. It made her prepared herself better to take them. It hurt for sure, but Sig loved pain, to an extend.

"Oooghh... that passed... in quality, I think..." she mumbled to herself, while waiting for Jessica to make her next move.

If the girl did went after her, Sig would attempt to barge her shoulder to the chest of Jessica. It might be too shallow to knock the girl off, but that wasn't her intention. Her aim was to stop her opponent's movement for a bit, so she could pay her back with a strong punch to the stomach.

Jessica glowered. She loved getting the first hit off like that. There was something so immediate, so brutal about a start like that. It was getting an advantage in the early goings, and this one wasn't even a cheap shot. This was clean, more or less. Usually her kicks got girls to collapse, but Sig stayed up. Jessica almost admired her for that, but she knew she had to act on such a ripe opportunity.

"Come here, my-OOF!" Jessica could not even get the rest of her sentence out, and the inchoate words would forever remain in the stomach that Sig just rammed herself into. Jessica, like Sig, stayed up but faltered a bit. Then came a strong punch to her exposed belly.

She grunted and bent over. So much for an awesome start. Jessica wavered and retreated a few steps. Two to one, she counted. Maybe it was time to settle the score. Jessica rushed forward and attempted a more powerful and dazzling move. She leaped into the air and aimed a missile dropkick at Sig's chest!

"Your what?" Sig taunted back after she landed the punch.

She would have tried for another if it wasn't for Jessica already retreating. Big girls were hard to bring down, but that's what Sig liked. It'd be disappointing if a little turnover like that could hand her a huge advantage over her opponent. The blonde was about to chase after Jessica, but the girl was already leaping towards her as she made her first step. With only seconds to react, Sig wasn't really able to do anything and took the dropkick straight on her chest.

"Gaagh!" she cried, her lithe form dropped on her back with a thump.

Sig let out that mixture of groan and moan again while clutching her chest with both hands, her body slowly rolled to her side. They were trading blows in similar places so far, two each. The pattern wouldn't likely to continue for the rest of the match, but Sig wasn't planning to be left behind... too much. She'd attempt to swing one of her legs wildly if she heard Jessica was closing on her, hoping it'd catch her opponent somewhere.

Jessica was practically born in the ring. This was the only real life she knew. There was no plan b for the Violent Violet; it was either get a belt or die trying. Being in a thousand rings in a thousand and one matches, she knew how girls tended to react. When they got hit with something, they wanted to hit back. Jessica jumped up immediately and took a loud feint forward to see if Sig would take the bait.

She did. Wonderful. Jessica removed her foot in time and Sig's kick sliced through nothing. Which gave Jessica the chance to attack without compunction. She flew down to the girl and attempted to bring one of her powerful arms down under Sig's throat.

Then she would pull up. Jessica would be right on top of her and looking down at that pretty blonde hair. "Got a lot of lip. Won't have much of that soon." She snarled as she tried to yank her brutal choke into place.

She missed the kick, nothing too surprising there considering she didn't even look at where her opponent was. However, that miss also create an opening which Jessica took, as the girl then placed herself on top of her, her arms at her throat, choking her.

"G-gaacckk..." Sig croaked, one of her hands tried to pull the arm of Jessica away from her throat while the other pushing her opponent's shoulder.

Obviously that wasn't the best idea, as Sig found out that the girl was much stronger than her. With time ticking against her, the blonde opted for something quick and efficient, like a slap to the face of Jessica, as hard as she could. Perhaps that could give her a bit of relief at the very least.

There were many signs of disrespect in a wrestling ring. Stripping your opponent was humiliating and insolent of course. Wedgies, spankings, stinkfaces were all very nasty and all very much in Jessica's expansive arsenal of moves. But there was something personal, something flagrantly disrespectful about a slap to the face. It just felt like some grave personal insult. Hell, in the olden days men would duel each other over a slap to the face.

Jessica did not particularly want to duel Sig. She did, however, want to choke the shit out of her even more now. "You little slut." Jessica pulled her arm up even harder than she had before. She wanted Sig to feel physical sting of the slap.

"You're not going to get away with shit like that at all..." Jessica growled. She positioned herself so she was putting pressure on the little Aryan girl's back. This needed to hurt.