The Very British Open! (For Acuya & LtLukas)

Holly had come in all bluster and energy, the stomp of her boots heavy on the mat as she came charging hard into the ring! The young woman, dried blood still running down her face from earlier, hair having mostly come out of her usually tight braids, had a look on her face that screamed vengeance. The crowd had come alive, as she tagged herself back into the match on the shoulder of the half-dead-looking Holly. That excitement- enough to drown out any voice in the ring- spiked as Gemma's biced connected with Jessica's chest and knocked her to the mat!

In the corner, Holly braced herself against the rope. Her bare shoulder was read, from where Gemma had forcefully tagged herself in. She glared back over it at the in-ring action. Her look of shock and offense- feeling like she was being taken out of the ring against her will- quickly abated. Instead, the buxom Brit grinned ear to ear, seeing her partner take it to Jessica and actually being the dominant woman down! "OH!" Holly exclaimed, before pumping a fist and shouting, "Give her what for, Gems!"

After knocking Jessica down to the mat, the platinum blonde Brit kept on running. Carrying through her momentum, Gemma ran the ropes, stretching them fairly hard as she connected with them. Using that momentum, the high flyer came rushing back, not wanting to slow herself down for a second. Gemma did her best not to hesitate, even if the considerable hurt that Jessica had put on her earlier left her feeling sluggish and slow. She knew, however, that the moment that momentum stopped, she might never get it rolling again. Gemma pushed through the fog, launching herself off her feet as she came back toward her opponent. Jumping into the air, Gemma came down elbow first- aiming to drop it right to the heart of the prone Violent Violet!

Move, dammit, move. She thought. It was clear what she should do, but her body had not quite caught up with her mind yet. She blinked, as the lights above her were harsh and unforgiving. They screamed down on her, alone, in the middle of the ring on the canvas like an absolute idiot, having been brought down by that useless bitch Gemma. It was a moronic mistake to have taken her eye off of the ball like that, and now she was here paying the price for it.

Slowly, achingly slowly, her muscles started to react. Her arms and legs which had been flung akimbo started slowly gravitating towards her center. She was sure River was going to give her a little bit of shit for getting laid the fuck out like that by someone who was an absolute waif, and she would 100% deserve it. Her strong hands had made it to about her hips, and her knees were forced together.

And then everything went to hell. Some unknown force came down on her, right between her two breasts. All of the air was ripped from her body and she doubled over from the pain. It seemed proper that Gemma was not going to let Jessica simply lay around forever. But Jessica was surprised twice in a row now- first with the lariat, and now with this. Well, technically three, if you could count Gemma getting any offense in against a woman as tough as the Violent Violet.

Jessica rolled over and tried to pull herself up. Her progress had been slowed by the elbow, but not completely halted. Jessica could still pull herself together. And when she did, god help that bitch Gemma.

Gemma was feeling a substantial rush. She felt her elbow sink into the soft flesh of Jessica's chest- as soft as she figured she'd find on the athletic woman- and listened to the blow reverberate through the ring. The voices of the fans rose up into a loud cheer, at the sight of the punky Bombshell finally getting some offense in, after the British duo spent so much time eating every bit of pain and agony that WAR had inflicted on them.

At ringside, Holly had ducked between the ropes, taking her place on the apron. Still depending on the ropes to hold herself upright, the Brit continued cheering her partner on. "That's right, Gemma!" she cried out, waving her arms to encourage the fans' cheering. "Show her what she gets for messing with us! Take that slag down!" Holly's excitement, it appeared, was enough to overcome any still-lingering irritation with her partner's blind tag.

Gemma, meanwhile, was doing everything she could to keep herself rolling, like this. She had plenty of time to recover at ringside, while Holly had been brutalized in and out of the ring by both of their opponents. Still, it would take God knows how long for Gemma to fully recover from what the dominating violet-haired woman had inflicted on her. Jessica was already showing signs of getting herself upright, before Gemma had even fully recovered from dropping the elbow!

Gemma felt like she needed something big, if she was going to keep Jessica down, at all. Something that was going to cost her dearly, in terms of her available energy, but would hopefully pay off in wearing down her opponent. As Jessica got herself upright, Gemma gave her just a bit of distance. Then, the Brit broke into a sprint, right at her opponent's back. Then, jumping into a somersault, Gemma would fly over her opponent while reaching out to snatch at Jessica's head, before coming down to try and slam her face into the mat between her legs! It was a gambit, possibly the last "big move" Gemma could try to pull off, without more time to rest, but at the moment the Bombshell was desperate to do some damage.

Her body movements had slowed, but not to the point where her moves were non-viable. Her mind had slowed, which meant that she was relying on nothing but instinct. The world had slowed, and Jessica was beginning to see the earth move in slow motion around her. The Violent Violet had managed to pull herself fully upright now, facing away from Gemma, when she heard the thundering sound of footsteps. Everything around her began to return to its normal state, and the world appeared more sharply to her.

Jessica wheeled around to see Gemma somersaulting into the air. The blonde woman should have been on an Olympic team as opposed to in the ring, because her beauty and grace could only be captured by the Renaissance painters of old. Jessica could not be counted among those of talent with the brush, as she preferred to color her chosen canvas with blood. The Violent Violet, without even thinking, crouched down to maintain a low center of gravity, lest whatever flying bullshit Gemma had in store for her topple her.

Two strong legs snaked around her neck. The Brit was lithe, and the sheer force of the impact would have sent a lesser woman flying. But Jessica did not spend 30 hours a week in the gym because she wanted to get sent packing by jumping nonsense. No, she did that so she could stand firm against all opposition. Jessica's strong hands went up to Gemma's thighs and she held on for dear life, taking a step back so as to not get sent over. The balancing act was precarious, and she knew one misplacement of her foot or hand would send her falling backwards, and might have ultimately spelt doom for her.

But Jessica did not make any mistakes. The Violent Violet had effectively caught Gemma in the air, and she knew exactly what to do with her from there. Jessica threw her down with all the force she could summon from the depths of her black rage, caring very little for the safety of her opponent. In fact, quite the opposite. Jessica threw her done with such force, she hoped Gemma wouldn't be upright for the rest of this match. As a minimum.

Gemma was coming in hot and fast, throwing away all abandon and reservation as she took the fight to Jessica. She'd had a lot of success, thus far. Moreso than she could have hoped, given the way that Jessica had plastered Gemma in the earlier going. Now, Gemma was building up a head of steam, Jessica was on the floor suffering, and the Brit was in a good position. She came sailing over Jessica, ready to take some pain to her again, and then ... nothing.

Jessica got up faster and stronger than Gemma would have liked. The violent violet's powerful hands clasped Gemma's toned thighs, got hold of her, and took control of the poor Brit's body. Gemma was stopped cold, and Jessica was right back in control!

Gemma was left hanging from Jessica's grip, trapped around her shoulders. "N-no! NO!" Gemma protested, realizing with wide-eyed terror how bad things just became. The British Bombshell hung from her perch, upper body dangling precariously. Gemma's hair hung from her head, her perky bust threatened to come spilling out of her top as Jessica stood herself up and left the Brit dangling. Gemma looked small and vulnerable, and every inch of her body was feeling exaclty that.

As Holly watched the violet vixen stand herself up, leaving Gemma hanging like a mouse in a trap, her own eyes widened in terror. "Gemma, nooo!" she cried out, reaching out a hand into the ring. There was no hope of a tag. Holly could only watch in terror, at what was coming next.

Gemma let out a loud sob, anticipating the pain to come. She turned her body upright, scrambling to escape. Only to have her slender body thrust down, to slam hard into the mat! Gemma bounced off the ring canvas with a resounding crash. Her helpless body bounced up once, before she fell back again. "Nnnnnghh," Gemma groaned; the Brit was bridging her spine as hard as she could, hands favoring her aching back. Gemma's chest was thrust hard up to the arena lights, after the impact of the slam nearly snapped the poor Brit in two. Teeth grit, fighting back tears, Gemma was right back where she started. At Jessica's mercy.

Styx wasn’t sure whether she should laugh or cry at the events that were unfolding before her.

There Gemma was, making her brave stand against Jessica, doing a fairly decent job compared to the showing she’d had so far. It made Styx all the more eager to get her alone in the ring sometime, see just how much spitfire she could summon when they were one-on-one. She’d still get her ass kicked, but the distraction would be worthwhile until then. For now, though, she had this little show to watch, waiting until Jessica managed to get her bearings back, and-

Yup, down Gemma went.

Styx whistled as Jessica put a stop to the rally and laid out the Bombshell, much to the chagrin of Holly, the audience, and pretty much everyone watching the match except for Jessica and Styx herself. They had a spark. A bright spark. But now it had fizzled right the fuck out.

”Nasty.” Styx leaned over the ropes and let her arms lazily drape, giving Gemma a golf clap from across the ring while she looked on. ”Come on, Gemma! Get up! I believe in you! You can do it! Gemma! Gemma! Gemma!”

She was trying very hard not to burst out and sound genuine. She didn’t really succeed.

Jessica breathed out. Gemma was pretty small, but throwing any woman would have been a bit of an ordeal given how weary she was. The sound of her blonde opponent still reverberated around the arena, adding to the din that was the sound of the crowd. Gemma came upon her and the moment came and passed before she got to relish the unholy terror that the Bombshell must have felt. The cameras showed her, standing alone in the ring and Gemma, arching her back on the mat in pain. The raw fear that must have overtaken Gemma was now gone, replaced by pain.

It was a solid substitute, but it was just that: a substitute. Gemma was pretty and nice and fair. She could be loved. Jessica was pretty, but she was mean and had no qualms about breaking the rules. The best she could hope for was respect, and fear was a very very good indicator of that. All those little kawaii bitches were already on watch, and all the other women in the big girl league now recognized how brutal and lethal her counters could be. Her fist was curled into a tight fist. Gemma was on the ground below her, and Jessica knew exactly what to do.

She took off to the side of the ring, and bounded over the ropes. The Violent Violet landed like a gymnast, and immediately began rifling under the curtain for all sorts of nasty goodies. There was something that felt an awful lot like a baseball bat, which would have been fun, but didn't seem appropriate for whatever reason. Then she encountered a length of chain, which also seemed delightfully cruel, but seemed not quite right once more. Then she came upon the perfect thing. A steel chair. Jessica seized it and slid under the bottom rope.

Jessica marched back towards the center of the ring, chair in hand. This was old school wrestling, pure shit that a bunch of fat rednecks in the Midwest could recognize and appreciate. Somewhere her dad was proud of her, for returning to her roots in such a stark and brutal way. The chair made a stunning arc through the air as Jessica employed all her muscles to slam the chair into the Brit. There was no mercy, no respite. This was throwback wrestling where one girl just tried to maul the other. As Jessica brought the chair down, aiming for Gemma's pretty face, her heart burned with a desire to claim victory. Jessica had negotiated a hardcore match, and it was time for her to make it hardcore her own way.

Gemma couldn't believe that after her desperate attempt to rally, she was already flat on her back again. The Brit could hardly think of a time that she'd felt so utterly useless as now. Jessica and River had been destroying them, grinding both girls into the dirt since the opening bell. Despite the briefest, barest flashes of offense, Gemma had gotten in the tiniest bits of offense. Holly had managed even less.

The adrenaline was beginning to wane, as Holly lay there with her spine arched into a bridge. Gemma gasped for air, rolling onto her side. The platinum-blonde Bombshell couldn't admit to herself just how screwed she was. She pounded the mat with her boot, trying to motivate herself to get back up and fight.

Holly, meanwhile, was staring squarely at Jessica. The more buxom of the Bombshells had gone ahead and left the ring, now standing on the apron. Holly looked heartbroken, having watched Jessica plant her partner and stop her momentum dead. Now, she watched with fear as Jessica made her way out of the ring.

"Gemma!" Holly shouted, as Jessica slid back into the ring with a chair in tow, "look out! She's- oh, God!- she's got a weapon!" Holly clung for dear life to the ring rope. The violent violet had busted Gemma open once already, and inflicted a humiliating level of pain on her, earlier. Now that she seemed riled up, Holly could only imagine what her partner was in for. "Gemma!"

For her part, Gemma had managed to push herself up onto all fours, while Jessica had been out fetching her latest tool. She could hear her partner call out to hear, but couldn't process the warning. The violent violet moved with swift athleticism, and seemed to waste no time coming back in. "Oooh, bum." Gemma whined, looking up. She was on her knees at Jessica's feet, in no shape to defend herself as Jessica brought the chair down hard!

The ring of steel against skull rang through the arena, at the point of impact. A collective shout of shock went through the crowd, as Gemma's limp body fell to the mat. "Ooooww~" she whimpered, staring up at the arena lights, just barely able to make out Jessica's impressive and dominant body looming above her. A small trail of red ran down the Brit's face, from a small cut the steel chair had inflicted on Gemma's head.

Jessica flashed a cruel, fescinnine smile. All this violence was a means to an end, but there wasn't any reason Jessica couldn't enjoy it on the way there. Gemma had made it up to her knees by the time Jessica had made it back to the ring with the chair, which made the chair shot all the more humiliating for the blonde Brit. Gemma had gotten her a few times, and it felt wonderful to bring her momentum to a sudden and glorious halt. When Jessica managed to reverse Gemma's flying bullshit, that was only the start. This was the culmination of all the awful actions that Jessica had done against the blonde, and in this moment Jessica stood strong.

She turned and flung the chair out of the ring, into the stands. Some lucky fan would get hit with a flying chair that they would get to keep, along with a hospital bill due to that chair colliding with his head. But Jessica was not concerned with him at all, as she turned back towards her corner. River had done wonders against Holly, and now the Violent Violet wanted to see what River could do against this duo's better half.

Jessica took her time. Gemma was going to be down for a while, and even if she were completely ready for it, River was sure to rock her world anyways. "Take us home, River." Jessica said as she extended her arm for River, waiting to feel her friend's hand against hers.

As Jessica went about the business of getting her beast off, Styx watched from the sidelines, content to have the best seat in the house for the slaughter. She loved dealing out the damage on her own, but there was something nice about watching from a distance. She and Jessica would have to see if they could catch some good hardcore matches in one of the lower promotions sometime. Something dank and dirty. Would make for a good date.

She wasn’t going to be a spectator forever, though, and when Jessica offered the tag, she eagerly accepted and stepped through the ropes. There wasn’t much of Gemma left to play with, but she would at least have the honor of bringing this match to a raging climax. Styx was content with that much. No need to be greedy.

Styx took Jessica’s place above Gemma, placing her feet on both sides of the battered Britain. She looked down on her, contemplating, before she sat down on her opponent’s stomach. Of course, since she weighed over two hundred pounds of bulk and muscle, dropping all the weight was bound to have a profound effect.

After a moment to settle down, Styx reached over and gave Gemma a hard slap, right across the face. ”Hey, blondie.” A backhand followed after it a scant second later, heating up the other cheek. She remained calm the whole time, speaking with the same tone at doctor would use for her patient. ”Stay with me, babe. Almost done. Just want to have a quick word before I let you go for the night.”

It was true. Styx felt like their statement was suitably made at this point, and she was ready to put an exclamation point on it. Just a little more.