SS 16: Angel Vs. Jessica Wright

As Jessica's arm shot up, stopping Angel's kick, the Latina found herself confused, only able to utter a single word in response to the quick counter to her attack.

"Fuck."

The next thing she knew, Jessica's fist shot forward, nailing the Latina right in the eye. She cried out staggering back from Jessica, one hand reaching up to hold her eye. It was going to be black in the morning. She could already tell just from the way the blow had landed. Fine by her. She could play that game too.

With a growl she lowered her hand, and lunged back towards Jessica. As she moved back towards the woman, she let out a yell, her arm swinging back towards the Violet as the Latina fired off a hard punch of her own back at Jessica's own face.

Jessica's quick counter came off perfectly. Not only did she manage to avoid getting kicked in the head and possibly being knocked out, she managed a move that earned her some space, and far more importantly, some time. She knew getting hit often led to a positive feedback loop, and with a woman as strong and quick as Angel, that meant a sudden loss. When the punch landed, Jessica quickly pulled back. The Latina was not the type to take anything lying down and she knew there was something coming.

The problem is, she didn't know what. If she were in Angel's shoes, she would keep going with kicks. Those thighs were the source of envy for many women, Jessica included, and the Violent Violet prepared herself for another kick. Her hands were low and she prepared herself for quick leg defense.

Then the punch came. Jessica couldn't believe it. What she could believe was how much it hurt, which was a crapload. She staggered back. The full weight of Angel was behind it and she teetered for a second. She was right on the verge of falling down before she regained her balance.

The punch caught her right in the mouth. Jessica spat right there on the mat to see if she was bleeding at all and was delighted to find that she wasn't. The Violent Violet wiped her mouth. "Some girls get lucky." She snarled. The Violent Violet charged forward and launched a kick of her own, a low sweep to plant Angel's delightful backside on the mat.

"Luck's got nothing to do with it, bitch," Angel snarled back, quickly lunging in at Jessica again. She drew back her arm and tightened her fist, the Latina intent on clobbering her with a second punch. She yelled out, charging straight towards Jessica...

...and was suddenly taken off her feet as her legs were kicked straight out from under her.

She was caught completely off of her guard by the sweep, not expecting Jessica to do something so clever. Before she could throw her punch, the Latina's legs were kicked out, and she dropped to the mat, ending up on her back looking up at Jessica. With a small bit of panic in her eyes, she started to sit up, knowing that she was in trouble if she remained there, lying at the woman's feet.

Jessica wasn't blessed with speed, but when she really got going it was hard to stop her. The sweep worked to perfection, and now Jessica was on her feet and Angel was on her backside. Like some goddamn animal, she thought. The impetus was now on her to act, not react, and Jessica moved with all the speed she could muster.

The Violent Violet would open up this second act with another kick to ensure that Angel stayed on the mat. The Latina was moving to get up, and Jessica would simply not abide that, not one bit. She felt she deserved Angel's compliance, but if she had to do something more to keep Angel on the ground, so be it.

Then Jessica really went to work. The Violent Violet was notorious for her strength and subsequently her throws, but one of the subtle parts of her ability was about to be put on display. Jessica went to work. She twisted Angel's legs and her legs all up and then fell back to the mat.

Figure four leglock. It hurt like shit, and Jessica was well aware of that. Jessica wanted to sap the strength from those awesome legs of hers.

Angel wasn't just going to lie there and let Jessica come after her again. At least, that was her thoughts as she sat up, trying to get back to her feet. She knew all too well what could happen to wrestlers that just lied there and like a little bitch, and she certainly wasn't going to do that, especially against someone like Jessica.

But her plans and her hopes were dashed, as the Violet lashed out, striking the Latina's body with a rough kick. She shuddered as the blow connected, leaving her reeling for just a moment, the single moment that Jessica needed to reach down, and grab Angel's legs. The Latina's eyes went wide as they were lifted upwards, trying to buck her body, trying to kick her legs to free herself from the clutches of the brute, but Jessica's grip was tight, and the Latina had taken worse part of the beating so far in this match. She didn't have the strength at the moment to free herself from the hands of the bigger woman.

The next thing she knew, her legs and Jessica's were all tangled up, and her foe had fallen back, trapping Angel into the figure four hold. Almost at once, waves of pain began to surge through Angel's legs, the Latina's body beginning to tremble in pain as the hold was locked in. She tilted her head back, closing her eyes as she began to cry out, stuck in Jessica's clutches for the time being as her legs were slowly worked over with the hold.

It was easy to throw women around. There were some throws that were more technical than others and required more skill, but the basic principle of the matter was constant. Haul the woman up in the air and then bring her back down to the mat. Submissions were a bit trickier. The kick that warmed Angel up, so to speak, was fairly straightforward. But the submissions she had successfully slapped on Angel was somewhat less forthright. And best of all, it hurt.

The Latina's reaction was visceral. With Jessica's strong legs and almost expertise in the matter, it would hurt anyone. Jessica's purple eyes glowered with gleeful malice as Jessica moved her legs more, putting as much pressure as possible on her foe. This lacked the swift violence of a slam, but a slow grinding victory was one that would ensure that her opponent lost hope completely.

Jessica was already imagining what she looked like with the belt around her waist. It would shine under the lights, just as she would. This wasn't a title fight and she recognized that. But this felt like a first step. The only stumbling block was the white haired woman touching her, and she didn't resemble much of an obstacle.

She clenched her fist. A new resolve washed over her. She didn't want to just win this match. She wanted to make it hurt. "You're a weak pathetic piece of shit," Jessica taunted.

Angel howled, as she felt Jessica's hold tighten around her legs, keeping her trapped in place. She howled, and yelled, and trembled violently, but she refused to give in. She refused to submit to someone like Jessica, especially so early into their fight.

She could withstand this. She had the strongest, most infamous set of legs in the company, and if Jessica thought she would break Angel like this, she was wrong. The Latina could withstand this, and she knew it. She just had to hold on, and bide her time while she searched for an escape.

She soon bit her bottom lip to stifle her shouts, clenching her fists as she opened her eyes to glare hatefully towards Jessica. "And you're...nn...y-you're an overgrown gorilla thinking she can...ahh...she can run with a champion..." she snarled, firing her own insult back towards the Violet. It was big words coming from her, especially considering the position she was in, but Angel had always been defiant, and she was going to back down yet, despite the intense back shooting through her legs.

Jessica's upper lip curled into a mocking snicker. She had been taunted before and didn't mind serving it right back, but she had never been insulted while she had someone else in a hold. The submission was torturous. Jessica knew that from her own personal experience, and also from the fact that Angel was literally trembling. Her foe met her gaze and even the hint of joy faded from her face.

She didn't want to simply hurt this woman anymore. She wanted to annihilate her now. Jessica didn't think she could run with a champion, she thought she could be a champion. In her own head, it was everyone else's problem that she didn't have the belt around her waist already. If Jessica had to tear through half the goddamn roster and strip girls and bash their heads in with baseball bats, then so be it. The hold became tighter still. She had broken the bones of her opponents before and had very few qualms about it.

"Who the fuck is a champion? Sure as hell not you." Jessica hurled another insult towards Angel. Her opponent had to be near the breaking point. She simply had to be.

If it had been any lesser woman in the company, they might have been at the breaking point. They might have submitted by now, if not passed out entirely from the sheer pain of Jessica's hold. Angel, however, was most certainly not a lesser woman, and even as Jessica tossed another insult her way, the Latina was getting ready to act.

She waited a few seconds more, then took a sharp, deep breath, gathering her energy within herself. Then, she suddenly twisted her body to the side, letting out a sharp cry at the same time, moving herself to reverse the hold by flipping both her and Jessica over to their stomachs. She knew that she could turn the pressure of the hold back around on the Violet, she just had to flip the two of them over first. Then she would have Jessica right where she wanted her, and then they'd see just who was the really pathetic one.

Jessica was riding high. Angel was in the submission and it was only a matter of time before she yelled out her submission, or tapped the match, or both. So far, Jessica hadn't made anyone tap at AFW with the exception of Sig, and Angel was a few rungs above her former pet when it came to wrestling acumen and resistance to pain. Surely, though, with Jessica's puissant legs and expertly applied hold, Angel had to be reaching the end of her tether.

It was part true. The Latina had reached the end of the line, but it was an entirely different train of thought than Jessica had hoped for. With no warning, her foe flipped the duo over and now it was Jessica who was in pain.

And Christ, she was in pain. Jessica basically knew how much everything hurt when it came to wrestling, as she had already felt everything. Hell, she had been assaulted with weaponry before over the course of a match, but it was hard to compare anything with this. Angel's legs were bad enough when kicks were launched at her but this was a whole new level of hell.

She clawed at the mat. Her legs were racked with pain. Jessica couldn't think, couldn't breathe, as the woman tortured her leg behind her.