No Rest for the Wicked

Jessica was a creature of habit. Get better. Win. Fuck. Repeat. These particular habits had held sway over Jessica for quite a long time. For one second, when Ven leaned back, she thought the cycle had been broken. She had talked enough trash and flexed enough for the woman to back down. Ven had taken umbrage to the fact that Jessica was clearly the better woman, until the myth of her superiority came to a close with a swift headbutt.

Honestly, Jessica should have been expecting it. But she was taken completely unawares by the sudden attack and fell backwards over the bench. It took her a second to collect herself, but it took exactly zero time after that to leap into action and begin fighting back. Jessica sprung up and cocked her fist back. She lacked the brass knuckles that had won her the match with Abattoir, but she still had all of the fury. If this cheap shotting bitch wanted violence she was about to get it in spades.

"Fuck you," was all she could muster as she launched a hard straight right towards Ven's pretty face. Jessica had been officially challenged now and there was no way in hell she would back down, not while she was still up. The adrenaline and the bloodlust was surging through her. This woman was going to lick her in reality and in her dreams. Jessica would make sure of that.

The Violent Violet was trying to focus most of her violence in the ring at this point in her career but Ven had just pissed her off too much. First, trying to tell her what to do, and now open war. Whatever. Jessica was always down for a fight.

Ven was pretty mentally durable, in general it took quite a lot to piss her off, and even if she got to be so exceedingly angry she could usually control herself. Unfortunately it seemed that Jessica did indeed have an awful talent for getting underneath other peoples skin, was it the way which she so horribly insulted other dignified wrestlers? Or perhaps it was the way she could talk about such cruel matters so casually? Whatever it was Ven couldn't stand it, and she would make Jessica pay for it in abundance.

Satisfied that she had given the horrible woman a much needed smack Ven leapt up, strolling over to her newly found foe with a battle ready expression. "You wanted to go? So le- Agh!" Ven started growling down at her opponent with a voice filled with fury until she was abruptly smacked in the face, the power of the punch being enough to knock the strong woman back a few steps. One thing was certain from this painful punch, Jessica was a complete bitch, but she could back it up with unbridled strength.

"Fuck me? No! Fuck you!" Ven would yell over at Jessica, doing something which she didn't do often, curse. Full of powerful anger Ven would aggressively charge at Jessica, quickly leaning down as she did so in an attempt to slam her rock-hard shoulders into her foes mid-section.

If successful in hitting Jessica, Ven would instantly attempted to lift her up far into the air! Giving the Violent Violet an aggressive spin before literally throwing her as far as she could into some gym equipment.

Jessica was happy. The blow came off quite well and Jessica thought that would be the end of it. She had always had a lot of faith in her strength, and it usually worked out for her. The problem was she was punching up this time as the woman stood a full head above her. She didn't knock her own- she didn't even knock her down. The only real consequence of the blow was that Ven was charging at her like a wildebeest. Jessica had not prepared enough for the charge and was met with a gut to the shoulder.

But that wasn't the worst of it. No, that wasn't the worst of it by far. Jessica was picked up like a child and spun around. This hadn't happened to her since she was seven years old and she was incredibly thankful for it. But here, she was beyond pissed, the Violent Violet was furious. And as the metal gym equipment rose up to meet her she cursed this tall titan of a woman.

She hit something very hard. It nearly knocked her lights completely out but she clung to consciousness by the skin of her teeth. Her eyes were closed and her head was ringing like a church bell, but the Violent Violet was awake. She slowly rose again, dimly aware of her surroundings...

Ven would never usually be so aggressive or violent with someone which she had only recently made contact with, no matter how horrible of a person they were. But this time it seemed that Jessica's terrible attitude was causing the colossal woman to say and do many things that she usually wouldn't, and perhaps Jessica would soon regret causing the reasonable Ven to enter such a bloodthirsty state.

Happy that her painful combo had worked nicely, Ven couldn't help but allow a rather sly grin to make its way onto her face as she strode over to her currently downed opponent, quickly realising that she was on the edge of losing conciousness and wanting to get something very important across before such a loss took place.

Leaning down Ven would do something else she didn't do often, grab the other girl by the hair, painfully yanking her up to her feet, having to move her head down slightly to look her in the eyes, the same unrelenting hate still very much present in her facial expression. "I hope that you're satisfied with how this all turned out you bitch.. Don't hesitate to get in contact for that match once your pathetic ass wakes up!" Ven growled venomously, cocking back her fist in preparation to nail Jessica in the face as hard as she could, hoping that she could quite literally knock the bitch out.

Jessica must still have been woozy. That was the only explanation for all this. Her eyes were half opened and she was forced to look upon the countenance of Ven. It was awful. The girl was clearly enraged, judging by the look on her face and the acerbic words flowing from her mouth. And was she holding Jessica by her hair, too? No, that couldn't be it. The flight into the metal gym equipment must have knocked her out and now she was just dreaming.

This dream was a little bit more of a nightmare though. Jessica recognized that there was a fist and for whatever reason, she didn't bring her hands up to block. Maybe all of those shots to the head were beginning to wear on her, especially after that brutal match with Abattoir. Jessica rocked forward a little bit to try and steady herself.

Whatever happened next was beyond her control.

Seeing her previously cocky and cruel opponent in such a useless state filled Ven with a surprising amount of satisfaction, if Jessica was this easy to beat in an actual match then she should have no troubles beating the bitch into unconsciousness once again, and if she wasn't this easy to beat down in an actual match? It would just make the final victory that much more sweet and satisfying.

After packing as much power into this punch as she was able Ven would finally let loose, smacking Jessica straight in the face with as much strength as she could muster, letting go of her hair straight afterwards while gently nudging her towards the metal equipment, allowing her to collapse into the uncomfortable area without even a speck of consideration.

"I'll be looking forward to that match Jessica.. Sorry things couldn't have turned out differently.." Ven grumbled, trying to be respectful but finding it hard due to the rage which still plagued her usually calm mind.

Without needing to do anything else Ven would turn to leave the gym, not notifying anyone about what had happened as she very much wanted Jessica to remain in the same place and figure it out for herself. Surely the next time the two of them would meet would be in an official match, and the silent retribution couldn't wait for it.

The punch came in, and it came in hard. The fist flew like the divine retribution of an angry goddess and knocked Jessica clean out. She usually didn't go down this easily but her crash landing into the hard iron significantly sped up the process. Of course the Violent Violet didn't hear Ven's sweet dissing as she left and of course no one came to help her. Jessica awoke 30 minutes later, her head pounding like a drum and her eye sore. She rose to find an empty gym at this point devoid of even sound.

Jessica collected all her things and started thinking of a hundred different ways to get even with this Ven bitch. Of course there would be a match, but Jessica needed to figure out what sort of match she would demand. Handcuffs seemed nice, as she could really rub it in the girl's face and embarrass her. A coffin match would show her what would happen if she got too cocky. But a simple I Quit match might do her some good.

Whatever. Jessica disappeared into the locker room and immediately began looking for her phone. She had to make a few phone calls before anything else.