SS 16: Angel Vs. Jessica Wright

Angel was tired. No, Angel was exhausted. She wanted nothing more right now than to go rest, go get a shower and go lie down somewhere. Jessica had given her a hell of a beating, and she would definitely be feeling it for a while.

But...she had won, and that felt damn good. Damn good.

When the referee finally lowered her arm, the Latina turned her attention towards Jessica, staring at the Violet lying there on the mat. She should have left her alone, she just had just left, but...she couldn't help but call out to the woman.

"Hey..." she called towards Jessica, taking a step towards her, grinning down at her. "Not feeling so good right now, huh? Wanna try and run your mouth some more? Or did you learn your lesson, chica?"

Jessica was restive. The Violent Violet had been beaten. It was a close one, but this would go down as an L in the record books. All of her talk, her preparation, her hyping herself up was completely for naught. She pulled herself up and wavered once she got there. The lingering effects of the massive kick still held sway over her for the most part but Jessica managed to find a balancing point. Her feelings were up and down, and she was sure she would be kicking herself for all the silly mistakes she had made later. But for right now, the adrenaline was still in her system.

Her fists were clenched and her teeth were gritted. Her eyes narrowed on the Latina, and time slowed. The ref girl couldn't stop a punch if she decided to throw one, and she bet she could get a few licks in before the security details arrived. But she stayed herself. She wasn't in the mood to form coherent words or sentences, so she let a raised middle finger do all the talking for her.

From that point, she walked out. There was nothing left to say or do. She fucked up big time, but she would come back harder than ever before. But that was for later. Now it was time to rest and recover.