SS 16: Angel Vs. Jessica Wright

Jessica's punch was slow. It was predictable. It was exactly what Angel wanted.

The Latina straightened up, and as the punch was thrown her way, she weaved to the side of it, dodging it as she lunged back in towards Jessica. She headed straight for the heavier woman, moving quick, moving with intent. It was time for her to bring this match under her control. No more letting Jessica get one over on her, no more letting her beat Angel around like a punching bag.

She ducked the punch and rushed towards Jessica, bringing her knee upwards at the same time, aiming it towards the Violet's gut, trying to impale her on it just like she had done with her fist moments before. Nothing fancy, but enough to keep her from recovering too soon and enough to keep her under control for a moment.

Jessica got angry a lot. It was perhaps the most defining character trait she possessed, other than her ambition. When she got angry it either turned into an unstoppable deluge of punches that completely inundated her opponents with violence, or her whiffing completely as there was no skill in any of her techniques. Angel chose the prize behind door number two and Jessica was very much worse off for it. Her hook didn't even score a glancing blow off of her opponent and then Angel quickly rocked her with a punch to the gut.

It felt like there was a hole there now. That was the only way to describe it. Her firm stomach had been hit twice in a row now and once again Jessica was temporarily bowed by the strength of it. She staggered forward this time and had to put a hand on the canvas to keep from falling down completely. No air was coming to her lungs now, and Jessica tried to pull herself together for the next round of combat.

This was more like it. This was how Angel had envisioned the match when it was first made. Jessica, bent over and in pain before her, and herself standing tall over her. It was perfect, and Angel knew how to make it even more fitting of her fantasy of how the match would go.

She took a half-step backwards, and shot out with her leg again, thrusting another kick towards the Violet, trying to lash out and strike the woman's body once again. Her kick didn't have the same strength behind it that it did before, not after Jessica's figure four hold, but Angel figured it would do the job and properly sending the brute back down to the mat again.

Jessica never played many video games growing up. They never held her interest that much. Jessica was a fairly active girl who ran around and wrestled her brothers and annoyed everyone within earshot. There was one game that held her attention for a bit, though, and it was called Mortal Kombat. For a girl with a proclivity towards violence like Jessica, the appeal of the game was manifest. In the game, one of the characters reaches into another's chest and rips their spine out.

The Violent Violet began to empathize with the character who had her spine ripped out. One of Angel's notorious kicks came down hard on the small of her back and Jessica's whole back shuddered with pain. It was as if someone had reached through the same belly that had been attacked so frequently and ripped it a bit.

Jessica was sent down to the mat, completely flat. Even if there was an attempt to stop it, Jessica knew that the kick would put her on the canvas anyways. It was as if a hammer blow came down on her back, and Jessica's arms and legs flew akimbo. It didn't make her woozy like a blow to the head would or did, but it was enough to make her reconsider putting herself in a position to be kicked.

Jessica fell to the canvas in front of her, exactly where Angel wanted her to be. There was only one followup in the Latina's mind for a moment like this, and she couldn't wait to put Jessica through it.

The Latina let herself drop to the mat, right in front of Jessica's head, taking a seat right in front of her. She reached out, grabbing the Violet by her hair, and lifted upwards, just enough to get her head off of the mat and give herself a little bit of room to work. As soon as Jessica's head came up, Angel's legs snapped forward, wrapping around her neck to force the woman into a tight headscissors hold. Again, nothing fancy, but as strong as Angel's legs were, it would be more than enough to sap the brute's strength and power away from her.

As soon as her legs wrapped around, Angel let go of her hair and leaned back, planting her hands on the canvas behind her as she began to squeeze, her thick, muscled thighs clamping around Jessica's like a vise, beginning their dangerous, deadly work.

Once again, her hair got tugged. And once again, Jessica hated it. But the worst had yet to come. Jessica's face was forced close to Angel's sex. The Violent Violet considered it a sign of domination when she had a woman near her sex, and being placed in this situation made her face burn red with shame. Then two strong legs wrapped around her head and bound it, much the same way an anaconda does.

Her skull was nice and thick, but she doubted a skull of any thickness would be able to sustain this sort of pain for that long. The headscissor made her feel like her brain might explode from her skull. She wanted to scream in pain but she couldn't, as the hold was that overwhelming. Jessica breathed in through her nose and the smell of sweat and desperation began to sink in.

She grabbed Angel's legs and pushed with all her might. The Violent Violet simply wasn't thinking now. Her world was consumed with suffering.

This was the kind of position that Angel loved to be in, especially against the woman like Jessica. Completely in control, keeping her trapped, watching her struggle to try and escape the bonds that were Angel's body. Specifically, her legs in this instance. She felt Jessica's hands grabbing at her legs, and she felt the Violet fighting and struggling to escape her scissors, but she wasn't going to have any of it. Jessica belonged to her right now, and she didn't plan on letting go anytime soon.

As Jessica pushed and struggled to part Angel's legs, the Latina responded by double her efforts, squeezing the woman's head that much harder. Her smooth, sweat-covered thighs rubbed against Jessica's skin as she squeezed her, grinding them roughly against the sides of the woman's head. The muscles of her legs flexed as she tried to tighten her hold further, and there was a particular glimmer in Angel's eyes, the look she always had when she was squeezing the very life out of a particularly hated opponent.

One of the reasons Jessica liked wrestling was that she got to show how dominant she was. The Violent Violet was a proper badass, and she lorded over women. Sometimes after the match was over she even took her beaten down opponents home to have her fun with them. That involved copious amounts of sex of course, but Jessica wasn't in a very sexy mood now. The headscissor came in tighter still, and if Jessica thought she was in pain before, she was an idiot. The muscles that bound her applied greater pressure and it felt like someone was trying to squeeze coal into a diamond.

Jessica was the one who put other women in positions like this. Situations that humiliated and harmed her opponents. She wasn't the one to be put in them. A few weak punches slammed into Angel's legs as the Violent Violet made a bid to get free. Things were moving past her control now and Jessica swallowed hard.

Nothing she had done so far prepared her for this. She could hear the blood pumping in her head, and she could feel a submission coming on. What a way to potentially lose her first PPV match. A godddamn headscissor.

Angel squeezed tighter and tighter, refusing to relent as Jessica punched and struck at her legs. She was unmoving, firm in her hold, her only response a lightly wincing as she felt the fists striking at her thighs. Any minute now, Jessica was going to submit. She was going to submit or pass out, and Angel would be crowned the winner...

...but then, a thought entered Angel's head.

What if Jessica didn't submit? What if she actually did pass out? Ordinarily, that wouldn't have been an issue for the Latina, but this time? Against Jessica? No. She didn't want her to pass out. That wouldn't be satisfying enough for her. Either she would pin Jessica, or she would force the woman to submit. She wasn't going to give Jessica the easy route of passing out.

She gave Jessica one more tight squeeze, clenching her thighs harder around her one more time before letting go. She knew it wasn't the best move she had ever made, and part of her knew it could prove to be a mistake, but Jessica had gotten under her skin. The Violet had bothered in her a way that no one had done since her feud with Taylor, and Angel wanted to make sure that she won in a proper manner against her.

She loosened up her headscissors, and slid backwards, her legs slithering away from Jessica's head as she began to stand again. Slowly, the Latina climbed back up to her feet, sneering down at her hated enemy. "Come on, chica," she whispered softly, backing off, just a little bit. "Get the hell back up. Let's see if you're really as tough as you act..."

Jessica was not a merciful woman. If she had an advantage, she was sure as hell going to press it. Win, and win at all costs. If she believed in things like mottos, that would assuredly be hers. Her wish to win was shown time and time again and anyone who had watched this match for more than two seconds could recognize that Jessica's burning desire. She wanted to win but she wanted to win on her own terms. When Angel unclamped her legs, she knew that her punches had nothing to do with it, and she hated Angel for it. She couldn't understand that mindset. Why let your opponent off easy? Why give your opponent even a sliver of hope that they may win the match?

Because you pitied them. Jessica clenched her fist and slammed it against the mat. It was ok with her if you hated her, scorned her, yelled at her, but it was never ok if you pitied her. Jessica had come way too far to be pitied. Her back was still hurting, her head was still hurting, and her heart was still hurting, but she pushed her body into action. Her pride demanded it. She was on her hands and knees now and slammed the mat yet again.

It took a lot to get up, it really did. Her willpower was there but her strength had been sapped by the vicissitudes of this match. All matches had a back and forth and this one was getting further and further away from her. She wiped the slobber from her lips as she stood all the way up. For a second she wavered, and then she entered into a full on wrestling stance.

Jessica could get back in this. She would have to claw her way back in this match, and it would be a laborious task. But she could do it. Her knees were crouched. "You aren't getting off that easy." Jessica cursed through gritted teeth.

Suddenly she lunged forward and tried to clock Angel with an elbow. The torque from going forward and back that fast had a lot of momentum. But that was mostly from the mass, and not necessarily the acceleration...