Jessica Wright vs. Karen Starring

Jessica hated counters. Not when she was doing them, of course, and she was quite adept at them. But Jessica liked to view herself as a force of nature, and there was no striking back at a tornado. Whenever an opponent immediately got her back, a little bit of her sense of self was shaken. The kick landed, sure, and it did appear to cause some damage to her blonde opponent, but Karen immediately got her back.

Standing there with her leg in the blonde's grasp, Jessica felt pretty dumb. The attack was perhaps too brazen against a foe like Karen, but Jessica was too brazen for 90% of the world. Then, to make matters worse, Karen used her awesome strength to flip Jessica back into the turnbuckle.

Jessica was firmly planted there. Her head was slumped and her arms were draped to the right and the left of her. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to hang out here for a little while, that she might regain some strength. Her massive chest rose and fell slowly as the Violent Violet did everything she could to pull herself together and get back in this fight.

For the first time in the brutal match, Karen had actually manage to implore power in re-taking control of her foe. Sure, the fact her own figure was behind the kick, and the use of momentum when Jessica swung played the bigger part, but Karen couldn't help feel somewhat smug that her power played a part in it, no matter how tiny.

Her foe finally restrained for a moment in the corner, Karen pondered what to do next. To her own shame, she still feared outright close contact with the Violet; fearing that closing the distance with her now would simply end with Jessica using her supreme strength to retake control. Instead, she'd opt to use the one element which didn't lose power, no matter the situation. Her hefty weight figure.

Taking a few steps back, she'd bend in a squat for a moment, hands to knees. Without much further delay, the busty amazon would soon burst forward, before throwing all the force she had into a high jump. If all went well, she'd somewhat literally fly towards Jessica, trying to outright crush the muscular figure between the ropes

Jessica closed her eyes. Cardio was for the most part anathema to her existence, but Jessica was beginning to recognize its value more and more now. Her fatigue hampered her ability to do much, and the pain that was coursing through her seemed to stick her into the corner, literally and figuratively. The crowd loved seeing her like this. From the starting bell, Jessica had been dominating this match, and any betting person would immediately switch their bets now. The Violent Violet could be written off- her strength was all just a flash in the pan. Karen knew what she was doing. Despite her early loss, she was stronger, had better endurance, and smarter.

No. Jessica's violet eyes opened, and the world she saw was not an ideal one. The titaness called Karen was thundering towards her. There was little time to react, but the adrenaline had begun flowing again. The desire to claim victory over this contemptible woman electrified her. She couldn't get hit with this body slam if she wanted to win.

And she wanted to win more than anything. At the last second, Jessica darted forward, and got her center of gravity nice and low. She brought her strong arms wide, then brought them together, trying to pluck Karen from the air. The blonde titaness had a ton of weight behind her, but Jessica had a ton of strength behind her, and she believed 100% that she could catch Karen right out of the air.

Sure, there was countless powerhouses in AFW itself. Huge men, and women, who could hoist borderline sumos around like they were but midgets. The truly scary powerhouses though, were the sort that could not only hoist you around easily, but had the cardio to not only do it all match, but withstand similar punishment back. Karen had by no means given as much as she received, but it was still scary that Jessica could utilise near all her strength after what she had taken.

Flying through the air, Karen didn't have to use speed or power to land the following move. She had to just use her god-given enormous size, somewhat aided by that massive chest on her front, which would only add to the pain. If she hit it, of course. Her foe as ever, had other plans.

Already airborne, Karen could only watch as Jessica not only stepped from the corner, but brought her arms wide. She could only scream as the violent violet caught the huge blonde, as if she were a mere child running towards her parents. Sure, Jessica would stumble back somewhat given the sheer size of Karen. But she'd by no means crash against the turnbuckle, and by no means lose her grip on the woman's thick body.

Jessica wavered a bit. It took her a second to stabilize, but she managed to hold Karen straight up in the air. The audience had no idea how to react to that. They had never seen anything like that before at all. Karen would have flattened most girls at AFW into a pancake on the turnbuckle, and would have scooped up whatever remained and hammered even more. But Jessica wasn't some little kawaii. Hell, she was bigger than most of the women on the main roster.

And most of all, she was the Violent Violet. It occurred to her to drop Karen right then and there, to show her dominance over the woman. But that wouldn't have been complete; it wouldn't have been perfect. Jessica took a step back, this one very much intentional, and then another. She didn't want to turn and look, and operated solely on a sense of feel. And her sense of feel was absolutely perfect, as Jessica had spent a vast majority of her waking life in a ring of some sort.

The Violent Violet went to the first rung of the belt buckle. Then carefully, the second. Finally, she stood up at the apex of the turnbuckle and held Karen aloft. This would be the powerbomb to end all powerbombs. She hadn't had a chance to blast someone off of the top rope at AFW yet, and wanted to savor the moment. The Violent Violet did not immediately launch into action. She wanted Karen to know true fear.

Karen could of cried. The last time she was caught in such a failed attempt at body splash, Dixie Clemets was her foe, and one that quickly proceeded to squeeze every drop from her for a painful finish and loss for Karen. Jessica didn't do the same, but the hold was still humiliating none the less. And that was ignoring the obvious onset of the fact that soon, great pain would inevitably follow.

She'd try to push on the Violets shoulders as she felt the busty womans rack press into her own stomach, her own enourmous chest serving somewhat of a chin rest to Jessica. She didn't bother latching in a smother; at this angle, Jessica could simply pull away and that'd be that. And that was only if her foe was feeling nice. As she began to rise up the turnbuckle though, carrying Karen like a big busty bag of potatoes, it was evident nice was the one thing she wasn't feeling.

"What...No...Wait...Jessica No...!" She'd roar, eyes almost watering, as the powerhouse held her front to front in a lifted waist lock, feet seemingly miles from the ring floor as she dangled in her foes arms. If she shook now, she'd simply entice her foe to suplex her straight to the ground and outright crush her. Mercy was her own save now.

It only took a second or two to position. The balancing was the hard part, as they were both in an awfully precarious spot. If Jessica had failed in her task, both of them would have been sent tumbling over the turnbuckle or onto the floor with no clear winner and loser, and that would not have done the Violent Violet any good. She recognized that people saw her taut muscles and overbearing frame and immediately marked her down as a brute. That simply wasn't fair to her. Jessica could be awfully nimble when she wanted to be.

And one of those times she wanted to be nimble was now. She tried to maneuver her hands so that one of them was on Karen's shoulder, and the other remained at her hip. It would require a ton of strength and a greater deal of dexterity, but Jessica was as confident as ever.

Should Jessica make it there, she would gorilla press Karen. The move would be terribly impressive, and terribly dangerous. Even the hint of it would be enough for people to shudder in fear of what would happen next. The blonde would surely recognize that it was far too late for even a hint of mercy. Jessica's face had been serious, almost somber, as she was a woman on a mission to win. But now a smile flecked her lips. For all the nonsense Karen had thrown her way, this was not nearly enough. There would never be enough punishment for a woman who defied Jessica as she did, but this was an awfully good start.

She wondered if Karen would surrender up here. This wasn't a very conventional submission, but she was sure that the ref would accept it all the same. Standing on the top buckle, and drenched with sweat, Jessica didn't want this to end. She had faced jobbers who looked far less impressive in her time here at AFW, but to make a jobber out of this girl was a sweet feeling.

Of course, Jessica herself could of lost balance even if Karen was still as a mouse. But with the damage Karen had taken, even if her foe landed smack bang on her head, the blonde would still mostly come out the worst. She simply wasn't made for the altitude of even a mid turnbuckle, let alone forced up higher than one in somewhat of a waistlock. Needless to say, Karen was somewhat scared to even breathe, out of fear it would throw Jessica off her feet.

And then, Jessica decided a belly to belly position simply would not due. Lifted up in the hug briefly, Karen quickly found herself attaining an even greater height, as a strong hand shoved into her hip and gut, the other considerably higher. "You gotta be joking..." She'd mutter, hands holding Jessica's shoulders. Shake too much now, she'd end up front first impaled into the turnbuckle. Not resist at all, and she'd end up in a gorilla press by possibly one of AFW's strongest pound for pound wrestlers.

She'd struggle though, not to shake out of pure fear as she layed ontop of the woman's fingers. "Ok...OK...You...PROVED YOUR....POINT..." Karen would mutter, her heaving chest hanging directly downwards, her face the very picture of fear as she remained desperately still!

Jessica held strong. Her shoulders, her biceps, her core were all strong enough to do this. Even at this stage of the match, Jessica' strength did not fail her. Everyone around her could come up short- her brother, River, Abattoir- but her power would not. Others might try to overwhelm her- Avery, Alaina, Karen- but she would always power through. The world would mock her -calling her a whore, a cheat, a bitch- and she would always ignore them. She would make a fiefdom out of AFW if she had to, and she very much wished she had that opportunity.

"If you submit, I will let you down from this." Jessica never wavered. "And even if you struggle and get out, it isn't going to end well for you. Make one smart decision today, slut. Just fucking one." She bounced once. It wasn't enough to destabilize the macabre totem pole that had formed, but it was enough to make Karen very worried, hopefully.

Keeping Karen relatively high up with straight arms was ever so slightly easier than actually lifting the massive blonde in such a dominant manner. But Karen was a borderline giant. She simply shouldn't have ever been lifted in such a manner in the first place. You can damn well bet that she never expected it when she entered into AFW.

Her hands would shakily stay latched onto Jessica's own, soft fingers but with a firm grip, the woman didn't dare clench with any level of what tiny strength she had left, out of pure fear one of her fingers might pry a sensitive spot and cause Jessica to lose the hoist. Jessica might not of been looking to slam her yet, but the lack of as of yet physical pain was simply released with a monstrously traumatic state making the rounds in Karen's mind. Simply put, the blonde was terrified.

And then, to give one last monstrous curb stomp to Karen's pride, Jessica even offered the amazon a way out. If she simply admitted she couldn't take it anymore.

Her eyes watering to the point where they closed, Karen wasn't crying, but was the damned closest thing to it. Her heart rate had weirdly started to slow; dropping from an adrenaline fuelled fear-for-her life, to almost acceptance of her current state. She wasn't exactly confident Jessica would let her down gently if she did obey to her commands, but it didn't matter. Either way, she was done.

"I...Submit..." She almost whispered, her throat somewhat struggling to push the air out to force the words, as her face contorted into somewhat of a sniffle, apparently close to outright tears.