The Very British Open! (For Acuya & LtLukas)

This one was a new one. Holly had been waylaid by River, much the same way Jessica demolished Gemma. The blonde beauty was still over there on the sidelines, assuredly still recovering from the beatdown Jessica had put on her. That made her smirk a little bit. This match was moving very steadily into squash territory and Jessica wanted to keep that train a-rolling. The kick was a nice little appetizer to the main meal, which was going to be quite a doozy.

Jessica thought she had a second. Judging from how compliant Holly seemed to be, she didn't doubt herself. She never doubted herself. The gears in her mind ground on, and Jessica seized upon a move that was perfect for the pathetic woman in front of her. Jessica attempted to roll Holly on her belly.

From there, she would slap a full nelson on the British bombshell. The Violent Violet would show off her immense strength by lifting Holly straight off the canvas and into the air. The long rest she had on the outside of the ring did her some good, as she could have done it with even greater ease. Then she would try to bring Holly down, hitting her with one of her signature moves, Dead Reckoning!

Laid out and helpless, Holly was afraid. Horribly, paralyzingly afraid. Styx had worked her over thoroughly, a fresh Jessica was getting in on the action, and there was no one to come to her rescue. Unable to get back to her feet, the Brit's body would be easy pickings, at this point. And she was all too aware of that fact.

Holly squirmed a bit in Jessica's grip, but it was all too easy for the violent violet to turn her over onto her belly. "Nn," Holly grunted, as her aching chest was pressed hard against the mat, "w-what are you doing?" she managed to stammer, looking behind her fearfully as Jessica hooked her arms into the full nelson. "Nnnh, n-no," she protested weakly, as Jessica lifted her writhing body off the canvas. Holly had no idea where this was going, but she knew it couldn't possibly end well, for her.

Before Holly knew it, Jessica had hoisted her off of the ground, and into the air. "N-no! No! Please!" Holly cried out, arms and legs flailing uselessly. The buxom Bombshell's terror intensified, as she realized that Jessica had been able to hoist her up from the mat to the air so easily! Eyes widened in sheer fear, head shaking pathetically in protest, Holly could only wait for the inevitable, unable to muster any kind of answer to Jessica's strength.

Finally, Jessica thrust Holly downward, driving her face toward the mat. "Eeeyaaah!" Holly screamed, seeing the canvas come rushing at her, the world a blur until her face crashed down hard. The curvy Brit bounced off the mat once, before falling into a limp heap on the mat. Whimpering, Holly slowly lifted a hand to her aching face, praying there wasn't permanent damage. There was an errant, body-jiggling convulsion or two, but other than that, Holly was still. Jessica had a solid chance of ending the match right then and there, if she wanted to. With grim certainty, Holly suspected that the sadistic, violet-haired vixen wouldn't be so merciful.

Jessica took two steps back. The first one was to balance herself, from throwing the British bombshell down with such force. The second was to get a better vantage point of the work she had done. Holly was an absolute wreck now. She could feel the Bombshell's terror while she was still in the hold, and the pain that must have been coursing through her body would not be tolerated by the likes of Jessica. But Jessica was all the things that Holly was not: strong, fierce, unstoppable.

The crowd was actively booing her now. In the moment, Jessica had completely forgotten they had existed. They liked their sex and their violence, but they liked it when it was a two way street. This highway was going in only one direction, and that was all against the two lovely Brits. Perhaps it was lost on them that it was the Brits themselves who instigated this whole nonsense, but that fact was certainly not on Jessica. The Violent Violet was not one to have her reputation challenged. She had earned it in America and here, and people respected her.

But not nearly as much as they feared her. Jessica turned to Gemma. "You think I have forgotten about you, sweetie?" The Violent Violet rolled Holly on her back and planted a boot between her breasts for the most condescending pin attempt she could possibly do. Part of Jessica wished Holly would break out of this, so she could have another go at ripping the blonde apart.

"Can't do much about this now, can you?" Once again she taunted her platinum-haired opponent. Jessica wasn't even deigning to look at the woman she had just battered with one of her signature moves. Instead she took her gaze off her opponent and elected to flip off the crowd.

Gemma was still platered across her side, lying there almost motionless since she had fled from Jessica in their last exchange. Mostly due to the pain, and the sheer shock of experiencing the rush of her own blood, over her face. Mostly, though, the platinum blonde Bombshell was shocked. Shocked to have been manhandled like this, shocked that she could be so easily overpowered and torn apart, the way Jessica had done to her. Now, all she could do was lie back, and try to process it all.

Back in the ring, her partner Holly wasn't faring much better. The Brit winced and whimpered, as she felt Jessica's boot come down on her chest. Yet again, her opponents seemed to be punishing the buxom Brit's bustline, making her wish they weren't so damn prominent. At the moment, flattened against the mat with such ease, though, Holly couldn't help but feel like that was all she had to offer ... she certainly wasn't coming across like much of a wrestler, tonight ...

"ONE!"

The ref's count woke Holly up, a bit. Her eyes shot open. At ringside, it also roused Gemma, a bit. The staggered punk girl rolled her head around, to get a better look at what was happening. She saw her partner laid out, spread eagle and flat on her back. Gemma cringed, looked at the way the vivacious, violent violet stood over her, boot planted in Holly's soft and helpless body. It was humiliating to look at, the way that Jessica was simply dominating her. Raising a hand to her own blood-soaked nose, Gemma could only imagine how she had looked, earlier.

"TWO!"

Holly winced up, looking at Jessica's impressive figure, dominating her. Making her feel inferior, small, weak. It would be hard not to be intimidated by Jessica, even if Holly wasn't in this compromised position. Worst of all, though, was the fact that Jessica was taunting Gemma. Treating Holly like an afterthought, a non-issue. It made Holly's face burn. Clenching her fists, tensing her arms, Holly let that frustration out, in a swing that rolled her shoulder off the mat and put her fist in the air.

"TH-"

The ref stopped, before her hand came down. Holly grimaced, as the kick-out, weak as it was, ground her sensitive chest against Jessica's hard boot. Gemma stared, wide-eyed, shocked to see her posh little partner kicking out. Some in the stands cheered Holly's fighting spirit. Many seemed more uneasy. Holly rolled over onto her shoulder, her legs still splayed out flat on the mat. If it hadn't been quite so cocky a pinfall attempt, Jessica would have had the match finished, right then and there. There couldn't have been that much fight left, in the Bombshell.

Doing her best, the Brit lifted her head, and shot Jessica a glare. "Y-you're not d-done with me, yet, slag," she said. The buxom yet battered Brit was doing her level best to sound tough. She was failing.

The world shifted under her. Jessica lurched forward, nearly toppling over. If the kick out were any stronger, perhaps she would have, but that was not fated. Her legs were on either side of Holly now, and she was peering over her large chest to get a look at the woman who showed the temerity to not stay down. What on earth could she have been thinking? Had all the blows she had taken hampered her ability to think logically? Clearly she, and the British Bombshells, were not going to win. Hell, it seemed more and more like they were going to end up in the hospital ward. Why prolong the suffering? Why not let it just end, undignified as it was?

The Violent Violet pondered this for a half second. Then she went into action. "No." She said, bending over. "I am not done with you yet." WAR's total victory had been stolen away from them, but Jessica was happy to win it back, using heaps of strength and ungodly amounts of violence. Before, she secretly desired that Holly not succumb to all the horrors Jessica had wrought. There were still quite a few horrors to go through, and Jessica really wanted to plumb the depths. Violence was always a means to an end for her, and this particular end was worth it, as it meant a newfound respect for her cadre.

And that would open quite a few new doors for them. More matches, that was a given. Everyone liked surprises, and this crew was full of surprises. Maybe even belts. Championships would have to be allocated out, but Jessica was fairly sure she would get hers, as she had some seniority going on. And from there, who knew. But it all started here. It all started by taking these two bitches apart. The Violent Violet could never afford to lose sight of that.

She tried to gather Holly in her arms. Even her taunts were feeble now. Jessica would attempt to enfeeble her further by lifting her straight into the air with a gorilla press. Holly would learn the price of defiance the most obvious way possible. Jessica's strong lats were on display as she attempted to heave Holly into the air. And what goes up must eventually come down...

Holly's shoulders were heaving, as she struggled to breathe. The buxom Brit could barely believe what she'd done, herself. And judging from the crowd reaction, she wasn't alone. The fans reaction was mixed, between those that were hoping the pretty young Bombshells might yet stage a rally, and those who knew Holly was just digging her own grave a bit deeper.

At ringside, Gemma's eyes widened, in horror. Holly had just kicked out of a move that looked like it could have broken her porcelain little face. The Brit could only imagine what her partner was thinking. Did she really think the two of them could turn things around, at this point? Gripping the bottom rope to try and pull herself up, and having only the barest success in getting her upper body off the ground, Gemma watched on in wide-eyed worry.

Holly, meanwhile, was still trapped in the ring with the vicious, violet-haired vixen. As Jessica reached down to scoop the Brit up, Holly struggled and squirmed. Jessica was able to get her hands on her body easily, Holly only able to offer the weakest slaps and pushes to try and fend her off. Face reddening as her attempts at fending her opponent off proved futile, Holly would only moan and whine as she was hoisted helplessly into the air!

"Nnnnnghh!" Holly grunted, as Jessica's hands sank into her body and lifted her into the gorilla press. Wide-eyed, Holly stared down at a ring mat that seemed like one impossibly hard fall away. Tears flowing freely from eyes that were wide in fear, Holly looked down to her opponent. Amongst all the hard-bodied fit girls in the AFW, Holly often found herself intimidated. Her own soft physique often couldn't compare; in a small and petty way, the Brit tried to allay those worries by reassuring herself that her impressive bustline was at least "more of a draw," even if she didn't cater to that. Looking down at Jessica now, however, Holly realized that the violent violet may have had her outclassed on that front, even, leaving Holly with nothing. It was, again, small and petty, but it added to Holly's dismay at the one-sided nature of this contest.

Holly hung suspended in the air, her body a toy to show off the strength of Jessica. "Hnn~!" Holly whimpered, as gravity pulled at her body. Her lower back, often aching at the best of times, was in complete agony as the earth pulled against Jessica's strength, trying to reclaim the buxom Brit's body. And then, without warning, Jessica would comply. "NO!" Holly protested, as she felt Jessica's hands come off of her, leaving her plummeting to the mat. The Bombshell hit hard, bouncing off the mat. She clutched her chest, the first thing to land, tightly, and writhed in agony at Jessica's feet.

Jessica wavered a bit, shocked as much by her own power as the temporary cavity she had just dug using Holly's body in the canvas. She staggered for a bit before eventually looking up. The crowd had been disgusted by Jessica's vulgar displays of power before, but it looked like now they were truly horrified. Holly, who was once billed as a fighter, had been reduced to a prop in Jessica's macabre show, and no one could do anything about it. The little Brit must have felt woefully weak down there. Once, very long ago, Jessica had been put in a situation like that.

So she knew exactly how Holly must have been feeling. But she had no empathy for the woman. That loss galvanized her, turned her soft flesh into sheer iron, pushed her to struggle more and harder and longer for all the accolades she could get her grubby hands on. Her feet were planted wide now, and she was ready to fight off a thousand imaginary enemies need be, but that was unnecessary. Holly had been more or less neutralized as a threat and Jessica's fist was curled into a tight ball. Unbeknownst to her, Jessica was breathing hard and her large chest was heaving up and down. Holly was lighter than many of the women she had faced, but the Violent Violet had grown weary, both of Holly's absurd attitude and from fatigue.

It was time for a change of pace. "Where is your fucking stiff upper lip?" Jessica demanded of her opponent. "Did I see fucking tears when I lifted you up? Do you think this is the place for you, here in the ring?" Jessica bent down, to lift Holly to her feet. There would be no deadly throws coming, no raucous punches to deck Holly. "You don't belong in the ring with me. So fucking leave." Jessica Irish Whipped Holly towards the corner where Gemma stood patiently waiting in line for her ass to be kicked.

Jessica stood in the center of the ring and waited. It occurred to her that she hadn't been hit with anything too substantial yet. Against an ordinary opponent, Jessica would be wary, perhaps even on the defensive, but these women were just moribund. The Violent Violet seemed almost bored as she stood in the center of the ring, hand on her hip and standing straight up. Gemma and Holly had wasted everyone else's time. Even if this wasn't really much of a match, she would still get something in the W column and get to unload heaps of violence on some uppity bitches, so she really didn't mind so much. Jessica sighed.

Moaning with effort, Holly tried desperately to pull herself upright. The best she could manage, unfortunately, was to pull herself into the fetal position, on her knees. At Jessica's feet. Looking smaller and weaker than she might ever have, before. Try as she might, Holly couldn't even lift her bowed head to look up at the woman who was dominating her. Only stay there, trembling and suffering at Jessica's feet, feeling the inferiority wash over her.

Holly couldn't help but wince, at the insults Jessica was throwing down at her. Trying to fend her off with all the strength of a punch-drunk kitten, Holly only managed to plant her hand on Jessica's thigh. Which made it easier for the violent violet to get hold of her. Holly came up wincing hard, her soft body tensed for a barrage of blows that never came. Instead, the Brit was whipped across the ring, her body bouncing and bounding into the corner turnbuckle!

"Hoof!" Holly exclaimed, the wind driven from her sails on impact. Her face was burning. Again, the Brit was being treated so dismissively. Completely written off by Jessica, tossed in favor of her partner. Trying to choke off the rest of her tears, Holly hung red-faced and hurting off the turnbuckle. "Y-you fucking witch," Holly groaned, angrily. "Y-you'll pay for this, you slutty bint! J-just, lemme get my bearings-"

Holly wouldn't get the chance, however, as Gemma's hand slapped down onto her shoulder in a tag! The platinum blonde Brit threw herself over the top rope with abandon, running headlong into the ring. Shocked, and a bit offended, Holly looked over her shoulder in shock as her partner threw herself headlong at Jessica, again, arm extended with the intention of knocking the arrogant, violet-haired vixen right off her feet with a stiff and wild lariat!

Once upon a time, Styx had gotten some fun out of burning ants with a magnifying glass. This was a little bit before she really started to go off the deep in, when she was nothing more than a delinquent-in-training.

It seemed like a fun thing to do at the time, and the concept had fascinated her...for all of about ten minutes. It was cute, in a ‘fear me for I am a god’ sort of way, but in the end, it was just ants. Little, stupid ants.  You burn them, the shrivel up and die, end of story, who cares.

This match reminded her a little of that. As fun as it was to beat the shit out of someone - particularly someone who’d been begging for it - the repetition could wear on you after a while.

So, while it wasn’t exactly good for their side, she had to admit to perking up a bit when Gemma finally got back in the mix of things, fighting for a glimmer of hope. It wasn’t likely to work in the long run, sure, but it was a change of pace she’d welcome, and she was curious to see what the little spitfire had in mind.

”Oh, here we go.” Styx leaned over the rope with a crocked smile twisting her lips. ”Better watch out, Jess!”

Jessica didn't waver anymore. Her feet were planted firmly on the ground. She hadn't tortured anyone this badly until after the bout was over, and that was only in one or two cases where a POW stipulation was put in before the fight started. The only thing that Jessica had managed to get going was a hardcore match, which was a shame as having these two bitches for a night with River at her side would have been a proper riot. Holly was sent packing, and Gemma was surely on her way soon.

Then River said something. Jessica didn't quite catch it over the roar of the crowd, so Jessica turned to face her partner to discern what exactly was needed from her. Nothing came of the sideways glance, and then Jessica looked back to the task at hand. In the split second that Jessica had turned away, the blonde Brit had descended upon her. Jessica's planted feet did little to stop the momentum of her opponent, and Jessica was bowled over.

Her arms and legs went flailing as the Violent Violet crashed into the ground. She let out a loud "Oof!" both from the surprise of the attack and from the fact that it hurt like a motherfucker.