A Violets Retribution! Ven Vs Jessica Wright!

"Ehuu.." Ven snivelled briefly in reply to Jessica's demanding comment, understanding now that it probably would have been wise not to say anything at all. Unfortunately right now Ven's judgement was being heavily clouded and negatively effected just like her wrestling ability, and it was all being caused by something which The Silent Retribution didn't even know about, let alone properly understand.

"Agha!! N-No.. Agha!!" Ven yelped out in sudden bursts of pain whenever Jessica decided to do a bounce, each one adding another small layer of agony to the already abundant stack. With the tears in her eyes continuing to grow, so did Ven's desperation to hide them. Tightly clenching her eyes shut and biting her bottom lip Ven's expression would show both signs of strain and unrelenting pain, as she did her best to prevent her now large amount of waterworks from showing.

Unfortunately not long later Ven's attempts to hide how upset she was would all be in vain. Brutally smashed into the canvas once again Ven released a short cry of agony, literally bouncing off of the hard surface before collapsing back on her face, laying defeated on the canvas for a few moments until she started squirming a bit, both slowly and desperately trying to pull herself up as the previously hidden tears streamed down her face and onto the mat.

Jessica stood up. All of the TV cameras were pointed at her now, in the wake of the brutal onslaught Jessica had just unleashed. It felt good. Her skin was now slimy with sweat, almost half as slimy as all the thoughts rolling around her head. Just looking at the girl filled her mind with all sorts of horrible lecherous things Jessica could do to her. Seeing her body pained made her want her all the more, and Jessica was going to have her.

Then she saw it. Or rather, them. A few wet tears fell down onto the mat. Oh dear god, this woman was crying. "What the fuck?!" After all the bullshit this woman had put her through in the AFW gym, she had the fucking audacity to cry, right here in the ring? "Are you fucking serious?" Maybe it was the psychological damage, but Jessica would place a pretty hefty wager on the thought that it was the physical toll she had placed on her. That felt nice, but this was the goddamn ring. You couldn't cry here.

The Violent Violet thought she ought to give the Silent Retribution a real reason to cry. She took a step forward and swung a kick in towards Ven's face. Her opponent was still in the process of getting up and Jessica had the angle, and the power. It was almost quotidian for her, really.

The embarrassment which Ven currently felt coursing throughout her entire body and plaguing her mind was much worse than any physical pain which Jessica had caused her, much worse than any of the humiliation holds, it was truly one of the worst things which Ven had ever felt.

"Mmm.." Ven whimpered in reply to Jessica's aggressive words whilst she remained stuck on her hands and knees, doing her best to prevent the production of anymore tears therefore finding herself unable to speak out a coherent answer. In truth psychological damage was certainly to blame here, yet surprisingly it hadn't all been caused by The Violent Violet. Even though her opponent had started things off Ven's own mind had started to work against her, causing her to not only doubt herself but prevent her from understanding the reason for said doubt in the first place. Although of course the intense physical pain Jessica was causing wasn't particularly helping matters either.

As had happened each time Ven had attempted to recover she was abruptly interrupted by her merciless opponent, however the outcome of this particular interruption was far worse than previous.

With a loud and brief sickening crack it would seem as if Jessica had nailed Ven's face in just the right, or in Ven's case, wrong way. Within an instant Ven was flung upwards along with a very minute splatter of blood, remaining up on her knees for a moment with slightly more blood gently trickling from her nose, blankly staring into the distance for a moment before quickly collapsing back onto her back, laying there concious but motionless.

Jessica looked down upon the countenance she had just attempted to smash. There was blood now to mix into the tears and Jessica was pleased with her work. Her chest rose and fell sharply from the long slew of attacks she had just pulled off, but more importantly, from the excitement. She was killing it tonight. The Violent Violet had not felt this damn powerful in a long long time and she wanted to savor the moment. It was sweet, like watching a carefully tended rosebush bloom completely.

Or a well bred bull bucking rider after rider. Ven still had some life to her but Jessica doubted the girl would continue to put up much of a fuss. Hell, she might not even have to throw in her finisher. With an unwavering gaze aimed at the instrument through which she could take her prize, Jessica walked to the corner. There was no rush, no anxiety in Jessica's graceful movements. She made it to the corner and picked up the mantle of Ven's ultimate humiliation.

She held it up in the air as she walked back to the Silent Retribution. Everyone would know the price of clashing with the Violent Violet. It was pain and it was misery. Ven did not understand that yet, but she would. Everyone would. Jessica bent over and did her best to clamp the collar around Ven's neck.

Laying on her back in unpleasant agony, tears falling down her face, blood slowly flowing from her nose, Ven was defeated. Her unexplainable doubt, her previous goal to teach Jessica a lesson, her wish to display her strength to the world once more, none of it mattered now, this unfortunate fight had reached it's traumatic climax. There would be no last second turn around or sudden interruption, no audience inspired strength or power producing enlightenment. All there would be was a previously proud fighter, now beaten and bloodied, taken home like nothing more than a cheap trophy.

As Jessica headed over to grab the final piece to Ven's ultimate humiliation, the beaten warrior simply stared up blankly at the bright arena lights, slowly raising a single hand in some form of last ditch desperate effort to do something, to fight. Alas, after only managing to keep it raised for a moment or two the hand would fall, collapsing back to the canvas with a pitiful thud and leaving the beaten woman motionless once more.

With no reaction Ven would allow the collar to be placed around her neck. The sound of it clicking into position far louder than any of the audience, far louder than the bell, far louder than the sound of the announcer. It was over.

For the crowd tonight, it was all over, but for Jessica and Ven, the night had just begun. The bell went off, announcing Jessica's victory to the world and the Violent Violet was elated. The little ref girl came over to raise her hand in the air and that sweet confirmation was there for her. But the win was not going to be her prize for the evening- Ven was.

Her home wasn't that far away which is where all the real fun would happen. Still, Jessica thought it pertinent to make a little display of her wrestling prowess here in the ring. She held out her hand and one of the little worker bees wisely threw a mic into her hand. She flicked it on. "Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls..." her voice trailed off at the end as she did her best impression of a circus showman. "We pride ourselves here in bringing you the hottest and hardest hitting sex and violence this world has to offer. You have had the privilege of watching me, the best wrestler here, tonight in action. But I don't want you to think that we are quite done yet..." She held up a finger to them.

A few steps brought her right back to Ven. Jessica lorded over her and looked out onto the crowd. "See, this little dust-up was a prisoner of war match, so not only was this bitch humiliated in the ring, but she is going to get humiliated later. In a much more devious way." The lusty members of the crowd hollered and stamped their approval. "But I want some humiliation now. Does that sound good?" They yelled their assent once again, and Jessica bent down. She grabbed a handful of the white bandage looking thing that protected Ven's modesty and gave it a mighty rip. "See, she has to do what I say. So when I say, 'kiss my ass', well..." Jessica turned so her ample rear was facing Ven. "She's gotta do it. Unless she wants to get her ass kicked. Again."

Even though Ven had lost the match in an utterly devastating fashion, at least The Violent Violet had no reason to use any more hard hitting moves on her, she may get the occasional unnecessary slap now and then, but at the very least she had something to be somewhat thankful for. Though in the grand scheme of things that small amount of thankfulness didn't matter. The Silent Retribution had suffered an unbelievably bad loss and now she belonged to the very type of wrestler which she swore to fight against, things couldn't possibly get any worse. So she thought anyway.

With Ven's attention suddenly being grasped by Jessica being tossed a microphone, her expression showed signs of her starting to cry once more, the unwavering current humiliation and upcoming humiliation far too much for her to even try to bear. "Jessica please.. No more.." Ven pleaded quietly while her opponent proceeded to taunt above her. Slowly attempting to move herself into a more upright position, ultimately understanding that Jessica would offer no mercy but begging due to her abundance of desperation and still lingering fiery pain.

"J-Jessica.. P-Please.." Ven begged once more in the same pitiful manner after getting onto her hands and knees, a fresh batch of warm tears making their way down her bright red face as she continued to helplessly listen to her foes taunting words, her broken nose sending wave after wave of brutal pain throughout her face, an unpleasant amount of blood still dripping from the area.

"Ehuuu.." Ven cried quietly as she felt her chest bandages being tugged at, just allowing her chest to be exposed without any form of struggle, far too afraid of what Jessica might do if she attempted to fight back. With an audible rip Ven's breasts were suddenly exposed to the colossal audience, their size considerably larger than they would first appear due to them being somewhat held back by the bandages. Without a break Ven had another humiliating choice forced upon her, either kiss Jessica's ass or be beaten down even further. As embarrassing as it was Ven knew exactly what she had to do.

Slowly Ven would move her head up, crawling a little bit closer to Jessica before doing what she was asked, giving her opponents rear end a decently long kiss for the world to see.

For too long and too hard, Jessica had struggled. Against Ven, against the other wrestlers here at AFW, against the world. It seemed as if her whole life had been one uphill battle after the other all leading nowhere. But tonight, she had vindication. Ven was perhaps the only wrestler here who upheld the notions of sportsmanship, justice, and everything good in the world, and here she was, literally kissing Jessica's ass. This felt like vindication for all of the awful things she had said and done to get to where she was now.

And where she was now was a damn good place to be. To a woman as obsessed with working out as Jessica was, interrupting a workout was tantamount to heresy. The Violent Violet always thought she had to be as strong as possible or face loss after loss. Not only had the Silent Retribution stopped her, she had knocked her out completely. A dishonor was heaped on top of an annoyance and Jessica knew that the retribution would have to be absolutely dire. Through her wrestling outfit, Jessica felt the sweet saliva that now graced her derriere. `

To beat a woman was one thing, but to conquer her was another. There was little doubt as to what exactly Jessica had just done. Ven's chest was a little bit bigger than Jessica thought it might be, much to her delight. And now it was exposed to the world at large. Jessica could not even contemplate what was going through Ven's mind at the moment, not that she really cared. There was a collar around the other girl's neck which signified her servitude and Jessica cared little for the opinions of her conquests.

The Violent Violet hated beggars. It was so pathetic. At least a woman could be fucked with some dignity, but when there were tears running down a girl's face, it was just sad. Ven had already earned Jessica's hatred, but now she had earned her scorn. She was done with this arena and wanted to get the fun times started. Jessica switched off the microphone and casually tossed it aside.

She bent over, picked up Ven, and lugged her over her shoulder. Jessica still had her there as she made her way out of the wrestling ring. The fireman's carry showed off Ven's ass to the crowd, which was exactly where she wanted Ven to be. This bitch would not be spared anything tonight.

Only a few moments after Ven planted that humiliating kiss on Jessica's rear she weakly collapsed back down onto the unforgiving canvas, back down into her own unpleasant mixture of blood, sweat and tears. She was supposed to be the one to fight against wrestlers which had strayed from the right path, but more importantly she was the one who was supposed to beat them, to stand up for justice and what is right. But where was The Silent Retribution now? Laying defeated and humiliated in-front of millions of people. It all almost felt like a really bad dream, like it couldn't be happening. But of course that wasn't the case, Ven had lost spectacularly and there isn't anything she could do about it now.

Without any words of defiance or even the smallest defiant action Ven lay on the ground, at the very least taking comfort in the fact that her incredibly long hair was covering up her bloodied and tear covered face, making it so she didn't have to look out at the people which in her eyes she had disappointed.

Willingly allowing herself to be picked up and taken away like she was Jessica's property Ven just kept her eyes tightly shut. She was in for a lot of terrible things tonight that much was certain. But unfortunately this was just the price for he utterly devastating failure.