SS 16: Angel Vs. Jessica Wright

"How's that feel?!" Angel shouted, as she flipped herself and Jessica over, leaving them both lying on their bellies on the mat. "Feels like hell, doesn't it, chica?!"

She couldn't help but smirk, just a tiny little bit, as she looked back over her shoulder, watching Jessica clawing in agony as she reversed the pressure of the hold onto her. She had to admit, she was taking a great deal of satisfaction in watching the Violet squirm, and now it was her turn to gloat in triumph towards the woman.

"Who's pathetic now, huh?!" She shouted, her breath quickening as she looked back at Jessica, watching her closely to see what she did and how she handled this. "Don't worry, chica. All you have to do is give in, and I'll see about letting you go!"

Truthfully though, a small part of her was hoping that Jessica didn't submit. She honestly hated the woman, and as sick as it was, she was rather enjoying seeing her in pain.

Jessica hated this part of wrestling. Girls who favored submissions were particularly ugsome to Jessica. When Jessica was standing, she had the freedom to dodge this way and that, to launch into an assault or come up with daring counters. While she was in a hold, all she could do was languish in monotony and pain. Jessica desperately tried to scooch both of them over to the ropes, but couldn't get a grip due to how sweaty she was.

Her hand was face down on the mat. She had only submitted one other woman, but she herself had never submitted. It was the worst way to lose a match. If she did so, she was admitting that the other woman was better than her, and to a girl as prideful as Jessica, that was truly a bitter pill to swallow. Pain was beginning to consume her completely now and Jessica could hardly stand it.

The Violent Violet began looking for a way out. Tapping was one way to get out, but Jessica would not stand for that. If Angel had done it, there was no reason Jessica couldn't do it. She placed her other hand face down on the mat and prayed her bench got her to the upper body strength she needed to flip the duo back over and get the match going in her favor again.

Angel held her position, going quiet again as she grit her teeth, watching Jessica carefully. Any moment now, the woman would submit, she just knew it, and even if she didn't, what was happening to the woman's legs would be with her for the rest of the match. Angel knew her own legs would be aching for a while after Jessica's treatment of them, she just hoped she could do the thing to her as well.

She was taken by surprise, then, when Jessica suddenly pushed off against the mat, flipping both of them back onto their backsides. The Latina should have seen it coming. She should have known it wouldn't have been so easy, and she should have known that if she could do it, so could the brute.

As soon as they were flipped back over, and the pressure of the hold was returned to her own legs, Angel began to hiss, trying to ignore the reborn pain running through her lower limbs. She began to buck her body, trying to thrash, and squirm, anything she could do to make it harder for Jessica to fully lock the hold back in.

Jessica had had about enough of this hold. Even though she was in the dominant position now, she was completely over it. The use of one's legs was vital in life, let alone a wrestling match, and even in the span of that little bit Jessica felt that the use of her legs would be severely hampered for the rest of this match. Against a woman like Angel, that simply wouldn't do. In all her preparation she did not think to slowly grind down her opponent and was beginning to regret the decision in the first place.

The Violent Violet disentangled as best she could and rolled away. She was trying to gain some distance from the woman, lest she get rolled over again and this resemble what she did in the bedroom more than a wrestling match. Not exactly like she had a problem with that, it was just that it wasn't very conducive to winning a wrestling match.

She rose. Just as she had predicted, her legs were hurting and less responsive now. Getting them up to block a kick was now going to be an extreme task, and one Jessica hoped she would never have to do as even if she got them up being rattled by another kick would surely put her legs beyond anything reasonable.

Jessica crouched into her wrestling stance. "You're never going to beat me," she said as much to bolster herself as it was to insult her opponent.

Angel was glad for Jessica's retreat, breathing a sigh of relief as the woman untangled her hold and slipped away from her. Her legs were strong, there was definitely no doubt of that, but even she couldn't withstand a figure four from someone like Jessica for that long.

Once Jessica freed herself, Angel started to stand, keeping a wary eye on the woman as she climbed back to her climbed back to her own feet. Her legs were aching, and she knew her kicks weren't going to be strong as before, but she didn't mind. She had still plenty of tricks up her sleeves, and she was ready to show every one of then to Jessica before the night was done.

She narrowed her eyes towards the Violet, and shifted into her own stance, starting to carefully circle towards the more muscular woman. "You're right. I'm not going to beat you," she answered, putting on her smug smile. "I'm going to make you scream and make you regret ever messing with me, chica..."

Jessica was being careful. It felt like a thousand years ago now, but her father once taught her proper wrestling form. Your center of gravity needs to be low, and your hands need to be up. The words came to her over a thousand miles and through a decade. One foot always has to be on the ground. Back then, Jessica didn't really understand that particular notion. It seemed that she would be quicker if she was allowed to move as she wished. But here and now she realized why he had told her of that: if one foot isn't on the ground at all times, you will get pushed back into oblivion. And Jessica could not find a reason for taking even a single step back.

The Violent Violet inched forward, slowly. Angel knew what she was doing. Jessica could have said that a week ago when she was still training, and she could sure as hell say that now. Despite the fact that her legs were clearly smarting, she saw Angel's eyes prying for any chink in her armor. The Violent Violet was offering nothing to her.

But she was more than willing to demand things from her. Jessica pitched forward with no warning and launched a low punch towards Angel's gut. Technically it was an uppercut, but the upper bound of it was low as Jessica wanted her opponent to double over. From there, she would move quickly, securing Angel's head with her arm before dropping her to the mat with a quick bulldog. It was one of her signature combos. Jessica had pulled it off on a few women here at AFW. The problem was, Angel was in a class higher than that of anyone she had faced previously...

At the same time that Jessica rushed in, Angel made her move, lunging right back at the Violet. She was focused, and ready to strike, but yet again it seemed that Jessica was just a little faster and a little quicker with her blows.

The uppercut nailed Angel right in her bare, toned belly, stopping the Latina's advance right in it's tracks. She hissed in pain as her entire body lurched forward, doubling over, just as Jessica had wanted. Then, the combo would be completed, as Angel was driven squarely into the canvas by the bulldog.

The end result was the Spanish vixen ending up lying in a dazed heap on the mat before Jessica, groaning as she weakly tried to rolled over, shaking her head as she started to push herself up again. She seemed out of it (because who wouldn't be after an attack like that?), and her body was moving mainly on instinct, the Latina subconsciously knowing she needed to get back up one more time.

Jessica was in the driver's seat now. The quick combo was enough to put Angel right on the mat. She paused for a split second to catch her breath. Confidence bordering on psychotic arrogance came to her naturally and the one-two blow would have put one or two of the women on the roster out for the evening. Angel was moving, however slowly, but Jessica simply did not recognize her as a threat. Jessica's immense strength put her high above the woman, and not even a scintilla of doubt came to her.

The Violent Violet moved slowly. The more casual fans in the audience would think that it had something to do with how fatigued she had become. They would point out that this match seemed to be reaching the middle stages and Jessica had taken more than her fair share of licks from a very dangerous opponent. Their more focused brethren would recognize that it was arrogance, sheer arrogance that explained why Jessica was in no rush. They would say that Jessica thought she could get away with it, which was exactly the case. The people in the crowd didn't like her. Jessica had provided them little reason to. So when Jessica advanced on her foe, they held their breath with anticipation.

Jessica leaned over and grabbed the Latina's pretty hair. She could feel the sweat in it. It was greasy and awful. "Come on up, see what you can win." She taunted. Jessica attempted to stand Angel all the way up, and grab her legs. From there, it would be a simple matter of getting her up and over for a fisherman's suplex.

Angel winced, as she felt Jessica grabbing her by her hair, yanking and pulling on it to drag the Latina back up to her feet. Angel hated having her hair pulled. It was one of those things that absolutely drove her crazy. She hated it, and she especially hated that Jessica was doing it to her. She made a quick mental note to get her back for it later, but for now she had more important things to worry about.

Once she was standing and the Violet reached for her leg, the Latina struck out again. Her hand tightened into a fist, which she then drove forward, sending a close, heavy punch right into the center of Jessica's stomach. It was a predictable attempt at stopping her suplex, but Angel knew better than to let the woman start throwing her around the ring.

Jessica was on auto-pilot. The first reason was that she had done this throw a million times before. It was so easy that it was downright trivial. The move was so perfectly set-up, just as it had been in the past. The second reason was that she was already thinking about ways to put this match away. All the momentum was on her side now and there was no way that it could be messed up.

Then a punch came into her stomach. Jessica barely even registered it mentally. Her body registered it just fine without the help of the brain. She unhanded the woman and doubled over, just as her foe had done not even 30 seconds ago. Jessica staggered back before it finally dawned on her what happened.

Her move had been terminated, not of her own volition. Jessica was seething mad now and immediately launched a haphazard punch forward. The arc of the hook was slow and chaotic, as Jessica was too outraged to worry about anything as silly as technique.