The Very British Open! (For Acuya & LtLukas)

Whiff. All the power Jessica put behind the punch was completely immaterial, as the punch hit nothing but air. It turned out Jessica's estimation of the British beauty was completely right. She was fast. That, or very very lucky. "Fuck..." Jessica was spread out. She had put everything she could behind her fist, leaving her very susceptible to quick counters. And the reprisal did come- the first forearm strike collided with her forehead and sent her reeling a bit. The second one hit about where her cheek was.

There was some power behind them. Gemma wasn't as waif-like as Jessica had initially thought. The forearm strikes battered her and Jessica leaned left and right as the right and left came in. If Jessica were in any state to think, she would make a mental note to not get caught out like this again, as she was punished for her intemperace. The strikes came in hard and fast, but Jessica finally got her arms up to block a few, and her defenses vitiated the worst of the blows.

Jessica waited for any imperfections in the attack. When Jessica thought she had even the slightest opening, she would bring her leg up to try and kick the crap out of Gemma's side. It looked like the woman was only concerned with the high stuff, but Jessica knew you had to get down low if you wanted to have real fun.

Gemma felt the connection of her forearm against Jessica's face, emboldening her. The Brit was letting some of her panic out, the waves of intimidation that had been running over her since these two came out to the ring now washing off of her in waves. All of her attempts to suppress it were coming off, now, as she delivered two face-rocking shots of her arm.

Seeing her partner laying into the violet-haired woman like this gave Holly some hope, as well. "Come on, Gemma! Give her what for!" Holly began a clap, trying to get their fans to clap along, building some momentum behind Gemma's blows. All the while, though, Holly couldn't help but keep a wary eye on Styx, that woman still in her head, even all the way across the ring from her.

With Gemma's vigorous, passion-driven attacks, however, came sloppiness. As the Brit went full brawler, she focused on the momentum of her upper body- leaving her toned abs fully exposed to the counter strike from Jessica! "Hoooff!" Gemma groaned, as Jessica's knee strike sank hard into her belly and drove the wind out of her. Stopping her momentum completely, Gemma doubled over and wrapped both arms around her aching stomach. "Uhhn," she whimpered, staggering about on wobbling legs. Jessica stopping her momentum left Gemma off-balance, unable to defend herself from whatever the violent violet might throw at her, next!

Jessica liked to stretch before a match. Getting nice and loose of course aided her over the course of the match as it made her more ready for any submissions she might encounter. But what's more, it gave her a chance to stop and think for a second. Jessica always did copious amounts of research on her opponents, carefully noting tendencies, strengths and weaknesses. In all the excitement leading up to a match, it was easy to lose your head and let adrenaline take over. Stretching forced you to pause and take deep breaths, which meant that Jessica got to think about what she was doing for once.

The Violent Violet was not afforded that opportunity here. Every second with River seemed to fly by on the seat of her pants, and every single decision was an instant one. It was fine to go out like that, and just follow your bliss to wherever the night took you. But Jessica didn't fight like that, she didn't wrestle like that. She was too smart for that. Even as she was fighting her, her brain churned with still images, trying to find one that match Gemma. So far, nothing. That meant that nothing but passion would be guiding her in this fight.

All things considered, that wasn't such a bad plan. Jessica's heart usually led her to all sorts of dark places, and black rage was a wonderful resource to call upon in the midst of a hardcore match. Her shin was still electrified by the kick, but judging from how things looked Gemma was considerably far worse off for it. The harsh impact caused the British beauty to stagger and double over.

So Jessica advanced. She was quick about it, and the Violent Violet in motion was a terrible and wondrous sight to behold. Sweat had yet to grace her body with its cooling ways and Jessica was burning with desire. She tried to grab both sides of Gemma's head to steady the woman. From there, she would send a brutal knee skyward, towards Gemma's nose. Jessica had intimated earlier that she wanted to see what color the two beauties bled, and now it was high time to see if she could get her bleeding in the early goings.

Gemma sucked in air, as she struggled to recover from Jessica's blow. The violet-haired woman was stronger than Gemma would have guessed. That was the danger in these "open challenge" things, though- anyone could answer them. And as luck would have it, these two were the ones that the British Bombshells had drawn out, tonight. Gritting her teeth, Gemma resolved that all she had to do now, was survive long enough to find the opening she needed. That seemed to be Gemma's tried-and-true strategy: survive, wait for an opening, pull out the win. She hoped to God it would be enough, tonight.

Before Gemma knew what was going on, however, her wobbling was stopped by Jessica latching on to both sides of her head. Gemma opened her eyes just in time to catch sight of the woman's knee, flying up to strike her square in the nose. A cracking sound rang through the arena, as the Brit's head was rocked back. The rest of her body quickly followed, as everything in Gemma's vision flashed white and hazy, and her slender body was knocked flat onto her back. There the Brit lay helplessly, knees up, face staring in bewilderment at the arena lights.

Holly gasped, at the sound of the impact. This was followed by a gasp of shock, from the crowd. Lying flat on her back, Gemma's pretty features were half-covered in a thick sheen of blood, loosed from the nose that Jessica had just rocked. It was unclear if it was fully broken, but Gemma was still covered in a rather copious amount of blood, all the same. Holly clasped her hands over her mouth in shock, eyes going wide as saucers as the raven-haired Bombshell could only stare on in horror.

"Nhuh," Gemma sobbed, as she tried to shake her head. She lifted her fingers to her lips, saw the blood that came off. Streams of tears were flowing from her eyes, as she looked down in shock at what Jessica had just done to her. It wasn't the first time Gemma had bled, in a fight, but that didn't make it any less horrifying. Head splitting in agony, the Brit tried and failed to rock herself upright. She just lay there, for the moment, nursing her aching face, trying to recover physically and emotionally from what had just happened to her.

That was a good one. Jessica had fought in what felt like a thousand matches and had a damn good record in all of them. In those thousand matches she had done a hundred thousand attacks. Jessica knew what a good solid hit felt like, on the giving end and the receiving end. And that one was good. Jessica could tell when her bony knee slammed into Gemma's face that the attack was solid one, but Gemma's instant reaction to her assault confirmed her little theory. Jessica marvelled her own power for a second before continuing on. There was a match to be won after all.

It turned out that she bled red, just like the rest of humanity. It was a good color, and her purple eyes flashed with a sanguine fury. "I bet you're starting to regret your little bullshit challenge now, huh?" Jessica paced forward. Slowly wasn't the right word for it, but a few idiots in the audience would surely lend it that name. No, she was thinking the whole time she moved forward, thinking of every single attack she knew. Like a goddamn panther.

As she loomed over Gemma, she resolved herself. The knee was fun, but it wasn't the bread and butter of her arsenal. No, Jessica lived and died on her throws. The strikes were just a prelude to the main course. Jessica bent over and tried to snake her arms between Gemma's legs and over her shoulder. It was perhaps unorthodox to attempt this while Gemma was on the ground, but Jessica was nothing if not unconventional.

From there, Jessica attempted to lift Gemma into the air. Her deadlift form was flawless, and her irons buns aided her in her attempt. She prayed she moved quickly enough to flip her opponent upside down and slam her into the mat with a Michinoku Driver. The move was flashy, and took a lot of strength to pull off. The Violent Violet was fortunate that she spent many long hours in the gym.

Gemma was almost motionless, except for her body-wracking sobs. Her knees drifted limply, side to side, completely unable to get herself off the mat as the violent violet stalked her. It was a terrifying feeling, having the powerful woman loom over her, while all she could do was writhe one the hook. As Jessica leaned over, took firm hold of her, and started peeling her body off the mat, the Brit could do nothing but moan in pain, and wait with baited breath for whatever horrible fate would befall her next.

At ringside, Holly was beside herself. If anyone, the more buxom of the Bombshells was the one regretting this open challenge, now. Still green, Holly relied on Gemma being the one to handle herself in the ring. Gemma had been through hardcore wars and bloody brawls, before. This was all new to Holly, who was more used to being at ringside for such things. The thought of ending up like Gemma, covered in her own blood, was stomach-turning.

"C-come on, Gemma! You can do it!" Holly said, trying to shout encouragement to her partner. Between seeing her so brutalized, however, and being put on her guard so thoroughly by River Styx before she had even gotten into the ring, the fear in Holly's voice was ringing out clearly.

Being a slender thing, Gemma proved easy for Jessica to hoist up, into the air. She could feel Jessica's powerful hand capturing her by the shoulder and thigh, as her limp body was picked up. The sudden rush of blood to her head did nothing to help Gemma's bleeding situation, either, as blood and tears ran up her face, drops falling to the mat. "N-nooo ..." Gemma moaned, as Jessica pulled her up high, right before driving the Brit's pretty little white-haired head hard into the mat! Gemma fell to the floor, body jiggling slightly with the force of the impact. Groaning loudly, Gemma lifted a hand weakly to nurse her aching head. Her legs, spread eagle across the mat, twitched once, as her body struggled to process the overwhelming pain.

Jessica's heart was thumping now. Before, all the parties in attendance had been all bluster. Sure, she had been peppered with a few forearm strikes, but that was little more than what she encountered on a typical Saturday night, especially with River around. The slam signified that the match had officially started. More than the bloody nose did, more than the bell ringing did, more than all the fans shouting like maniacs did. Gemma was a pretty cultured woman from Britain, whose fit form captivated audiences. Jessica was an asshole from the middle of flyover territory, whose horrid antics were known far and wide.

Not far enough, as it turned out. When River and Jessica showed up, neither Holly nor Gemma backed down. The Violent Violet made sure to stare down Holly, as a silent warning. The match has only just started, and look at the state of your friend. What do you think will happen to you? Her focused gaze shifted back to the blonde woman in front of her. The night had just begun in earnest, and the pain she could cause seemed as limitless as the night sky.

The blonde Brit seemed borderline comatose, which she took as a wonderful augury for all things to come. Someone told her long ago that movement is life, and Jessica wanted to get the still Gemma moving. She bent down and seized Gemma by her pretty hair in an attempt to erect her.

If Jessica could bring her up, she would send her over to the ropes. One impact followed another, and Jessica was trying to go for high impact even in these early stages. Should Jessica get her going, she would crouch into her wrestling stance, and wait. Like a lioness laying in the high grass, waiting for a tasty little gazelle to come along...

And, of course, Jessica was kicking ass.

It was always a pleasure for Styx to see her fellow brawling bitch in action. Few people outside of their little circle had such a penchant for violence, were so good at dealing that kind of damage in such a small amount of time.

”Hey.” Styx whistled Gemma’s way as she was thrown out of the ring, just trying to get her attention for a moment. ”Not to late for you to run away.” She gave the blonde bombshell a friendly wave. ”Just throwing that out there.”

On the ring apron, Holly was clutching to the top rope with white knuckles. She looked on in horror as the violent violet swiftly and effectively destroyed her partner. As the more experienced of the duo, Holly counted on Gemma to hold her own in matches. Now, the poor punk girl was laid out, bleeding, struggling to remain conscious as Jessica continued to dissect her body. When Jessica cast her glare Holly's way, the message was received loud and clear: Holly was next, when they'd had their fill of Gemma. Holly quivered and squirmed on the ring apron, chewing her lip nervously, feeling nauseous to the pit of her belly. All this, and Styx hadn't even entered the match, yet!

Gemma, meanwhile, wasn't aware of any of her partner's suffering, having enough of her own to deal with. The Brit's head lulled from side to side, as the arena pounded and spun around her. Gemma couldn't remember the last time someone to it to her this badly, right off the bat in a match. She could feel the blood running down her face, the tears, and could only imagine how pathetic she look at Jessica continued to soundly dominate her.

"Aaaooww!" Gemma whined, as Jessica's fingers dug into her hair and pulled the Brit upright. Not wanting to subject herself to more pain, Gemma followed Jessica up. She wanted to get off her back, as well, possibly into a position she could fight from. Hurting and weak, however, Gemma couldn't do much more than let her arms hang limply at her sides.

When Jessica spun Gemma around in the Irish whip, there was nothing the Brit could do about it. She was flung helplessly forward, air rushing around her wet face as she was sent hurtling toward the ropes. She could hear Styx taunting her from ringside, as her svelte body hit the ropes. The words stung, as Gemma slowly realized that running away was likely her only chance, at this point. But, as she rebounded off the ropes, Gemma knew it wouldn't be that easy. The momentum of the Irish whip was already delivering her helpless body right back to Jessica. Eyes open just enough to see the violent violet ready and waiting for her, Gemma whimpered, knowing full well that Jessica had something planned for her that she had no chance of escaping!

Jessica's knees were bent. Her eyes were dilated to the greatest extent they could, and the information she received from those two black holes seemed to indicate that everything was going according to plan. When Jessica tried to think of a match that had started off this well, nothing came to mind. She had fought some women who were out and out jobbers before, but even against them Jessica had some obstacles on the road towards victory. Her head wasn't even hurting from the forearm strikes anymore. Those seemed to be a distant memory.

Far more salient was her blonde opponent running towards her. Gemma looked good enough to eat. Her full breasts seemed nice, and Jessica became awfully curious as to what exactly was underneath all that clothing of Gemma's. Perhaps later in the evening, Jessica would find out, but for right now Jessica was pretty content with kicking the shit out of her.

She knew what she wanted to do. Gemma had the momentum for it, and Jessica had more than enough strength for it. Time seemed to slow as the blonde Brit bounded towards her. The Violent Violet tried to get her center of gravity as low as possible. At the critical moment, Jessica would attempt to get one arm between Gemma's leg and the other over her shoulder.

From there, Gemma's own momentum would be used against her. Jessica would attempt to get Gemma up and over for a bridging fall-away slam, and plant the beauty very firmly onto the mat. The move showed off her technical prowess quite a bit. Furthermore, it hurt like a bitch.