Playtime at the Beach

Jessica could take a lot of things. She had to, if she wanted to win the title. That meant 100s of hours in the gym, that meant (mostly) sticking to a clean diet, that meant putting on a show when it was her turn in the ring. But this? This was stretching it. Her manager called her up and told her that she would be featured in an article in AFW's official magazine, with a photoshoot in everything. Upon further investigation, she found that she wasn't being featured, she was being co-featured, in the article and in the shoot. To make matters worse, she was going to have to wear a bikini on the beach. There were bikini matches all the time at AFW, and Jessica had never taken part in a single one. Her outfit was hardly more concealing than a bikini, but it wasn't a goddamn bikini. If she was going to show off her shapely figure, it was going to be on her terms and no one else's.

The Violent Violet was already pretty mad, and she hadn't even met the woman she would be doing this photoshoot and interview with. Alicia was her name, and Jessica had seen her work. The redhead was hardcore, and Jessica could appreciate that at least. She seemed awfully temperamental. Two temperamental ladies rarely got along perfectly. The sun was shining brightly now, but Jessica expected a tempest sooner or later.

She stepped out of the trailer wearing a gold bikini, and no shoes. The material covered more than she expected, given that it was supplied by AFW and all, but it was still fairly skimpy. It was fall, approaching winter, but they lucked into an unusually sunny, if cold, day. Perhaps they knew what they were doing when they sent her out into the cold, and Jessica cursed them. Her breasts were going to get a lot of attention anyways, she rationalized.

"Ok, so what the fuck is it that you guys want?" She demanded of the photographer. They were standing on the beach. The sand was cool beneath her feet, and she brushed her hair out of her face. Jessica was looking damn good, at least.

When she had flown out to Japan to join AFW, Alicia had done some research. Not a ton, to be sure, but she’d done some. She’d had some idea of what she was getting into, enough to know that it was a company that had both some of the best fighting talent on the planet and some of the worst wastes of space to ever set foot in a ring. Since joining, she’d seen both and faced off with both, from the practically useless (Gallium) to some of the best around (Valley came to mind, as well as Cecilia even though they’d not had a proper match yet).

The one thing she’d never envisaged herself doing – even after being told she’d be thrown into squash matches and even after the whole ‘meet the fans’ thing which turned out to be far more enjoyable than she’d thought – this hadn’t been on the agenda.

To be honest, she hadn’t even known there was an official AFW magazine, though that wasn’t too surprising. She hadn’t really thought she’d be featured in it, not really. There’d been a mention or two in the writeups but nothing spectacular. So being told she would be the co-feature of an article had come almost out of nowhere. It hadn’t been an unwelcome development at first.

Really, she hadn’t been that fussed. Sure, it was nice but… Well, she hadn’t had long to dwell on it before she’d been told the rest of what it involved and then Alicia had definitely been unhappy.

A photoshoot, knowing what much of the AFW’s photoshoots involved. And on the beach. In a bikini.

Alicia hadn’t any intentions of letting the company turn her into another one of their glorified porn stars and had said so. At length. But, at the end of the day, it was in her contract and she needed to play along with whoever was booking matches. At least enough to make sure she got something good.

She didn’t even know that much about the other woman. She knew her name was Jessica, that she was ‘physically similar’ or ‘compatible’ or whatever stupid photographer speak they’d used and that was about it. She’d looked up a couple of clips of her matches, enough to know that Jessica was a wrestler, not eye candy, but that was all.

Dressed in a black bikini, Alicia stepped out of the trailer she’d been put in, about as happy as she’d expected to be. The top wasn’t too bad, covering her chest almost as well as her fighting gear. If she was generous. The less said of the rest, the better though. Particularly the coverage or not of her ample backside, which was considerably more abbreviated than any garment the redhead was happy to wear unless she picked it.

Fortunately, it wasn’t that cold by UK standards and the sun was out but she still would prefer to get it over with.

And it sounded like she wasn’t the only one as she made her way over to the photographer and the woman who had to be Jessica, something that gave her some hope this wasn’t going to be too bad.

”What she said,” The British amazon added her own opinion to the mix, striding up to join them and deciding to ignore the way the man’s eyes widened, ”Can we get on with this already or do you want to drool some more first?”

Irately, she rested a hand on the bold curve of her cocked hip and drummed her fingers against the bared flesh.

Footsteps on sand approached her. She turned to find a redheaded woman speaking with an English accent, and Jessica was disgusted at first site. First of all, she was furious at the AFW staff for giving her a gold bikini and this woman a black one. Black was badass and dark and cool, and Jessica was glinting like a firework on the Fourth of July. Secondly, she just fucking walked up. She didn't say hi, and there was no common courtesy whatsoever. Of course, Jessica rarely bothered with those sorts of things, but still, it rubbed her the wrong way. And last, but far from least, she finally laid eyes upon the bitch who stole her headline.

She looked at her with squinted eyes. The woman was pretty at least. In not in some silly frou-frou way, like all those kawaii punks were. Her legs were honestly on par with Jessica's. No, maybe a bit bigger. Jessica made a low rumbling sound that ceased almost as soon as it began. She didn't want to show that she was intimidated in the slightest. In fact, she didn't want to react at all. As she turned her head back, she made a note of the fact that the muscles Alicia had were not the stupid bodybuilding muscles that were just for show. No, this woman was probably a straight killer. Hell, if she managed to pull in headlines like Jessica could, she was clearly worth something.

But that was in the ring. Right now, Jessica was very much on the beach, and very much loathing every single second she had to spend in this loathsome place, wearing these loathsome things, for those loathsome people. But a contract was a contract, so she would have to murder her manager. Until then though, she was going to play along. Up to a certain point.

"Listen, let's get this shit going. For real." The camerman then jumped into action, frantically pointing to where they needed to go and babbling in Japanese. She had been here long enough to understand some of the basics, but the man behind the lense was talking fairly quickly. Folks have a tendency to do that when they are scared. She walked to a part of the beach and turned so that the ocean was behind her.

"Look, I can't do my photoshoot without the props. So she is going to have to come over here as well," Jessica grinned evilly as she looked towards Alicia. Time to test this woman, to see if she would stand up to her or fold like so many other people did.

Alicia’s first impressions of Jessica were of a big, powerful woman – the same height as she herself – in a gold bikini that showed off some nice curves and wearing an expression of frustration at all this. That the redhead could appreciate and she hadn’t actually meant to be rude. Admittedly, she’d heard that Jessica had some seriously bad taste in friends, given she hung out with River Styx, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t interested in throwing down with the purple haired bruiser sometime.

She could very, very easily see that being a lot of fun. They didn’t need to be friends for them to have a great match.

And she’d heard that Jessica was in the title picture. That, around here at least, didn’t make her good but it was at least a good sign with the other stuff she’d seen.

So, her second move was meant to be turning to Jessica, offering the other wrestler a hand and at least trying to get along. Hey, they were both clearly not that happy to be here so they had something in common. Apart from being thoroughly kickass women who deserved better competition than half of AFW, that was.

But, before she could do that, things had moved along quickly. Jessica was obviously eager to get things going, which Alicia couldn’t disagree with, but the redhead’s Japanese was still…

Passible at best. And, with the camera minion going at nineteen to the dozen words, it was almost all going right past her. The pointing was more of a universal thing and she was just a little behind Jessica as the purple haired wrestler made her way over, only for Alicia to pause as her partner for the shoot spoke up again.

She had no problem with Jessica taking the lead but she was nobody’s prop.

Her brows drew together in a frown.

”Our photoshoot,” Alicia corrected tersely, stopping dead where she was, ”We’re equals here.”

Violet eyes met violet as the redhead refused to budge. It seemed like Jessica and Styx were like two peas in a pod and, if she’d refused to put up with the bald witch, she wasn’t putting up with this either.

Jessica cocked her head. She threw out a test, and the redhead rose to it. That meant that she was an awfully proud woman, just like Jessica. The embers of a fire began burning. Jessica fancied herself as the most dominant woman in Tokyo, and she was sure this young buck was about the same. Another realization came to her. The redhead was awfully young. Jessica was quite young herself, but she had been wrestling for as long as she could. This woman was definitely a fighter, anyone with eyes could see that, but she was curious in regards to Alicia's instincts. Maybe she would get to find out. Time to do some more prodding.

She folded her arms, and stuck her hips out to the side. "What is your name? You don't have to ask for mine, you know who the fuck I am." When she folded her arms, she did two things: the first was to show off how ripped her arms were, and the second was to highlight her breasts a little bit more. The Violent Violet had truly been blessed when it came to her rack, and all the perverts in the crowds never missed an opportunity to ogle her. She wanted to see how many deadly sins Alicia could check off, as she had already gotten her on pride. Time to see if she would fall for lust.

The sun kissed her back. The sand was soft under her feet. Altogether it was a pleasant experience. At any rate, it was far more pleasurable than her usual experiences with AFW, which usually involved weapons and blood and sex. This could have been simple, but nothing with Jessica was ever easy. Especially not when she was made to wear a bikini, forced to share her highlight reel, asked to degrade herself so thousands of weirdos could masturbate to her. So Jessica was determined to ruin this altogether pleasant experience.

"So let's get our," she said the word as sarcastically as humanly possible, "photoshoot on the road. Before I die of boredom." She glared at the British woman, then to the photographer, then back to the redhead. More than anything, she wanted to get this shit over and done with.

And that was the signal that this wasn’t going to be any fun for anyone at all. Because Jessica Wright was in a bad mood and apparently she was the sort of person who had to ensure everyone else had a bad time into the bargain.

Yay.

For all that, when Jessica folded her arms, the redhead couldn’t help but look.

Alicia wasn’t really into Jessica. Not in that way. The Violent Violet was plenty hot, she wasn’t denying that, but Alicia liked her girls and guys leaner and darker. That was just her thing. For all that, she couldn’t entirely help her eyes slipping down as the other wrestler very pointedly folded her arms, a gesture that made it entirely clear that Jessica appreciated just how awesome her rack was. Not that the kickboxer was ungifted in that respect – she was far from flat, her bra very nicely filled out and perfectly suiting her Amazonian frame.

But Jessica? She’d won that part of the genetic lottery, that was for sure.

That said, it was her arms on which Alicia’s eyes lit. If asked, the redhead was pretty sure her legs were thicker and stronger than her counterpart’s – though Jessica’s thighs were pretty damned impressive in their own right. Her hips were also wider and her glutes fuller, both important considerations when it came to lower body power. But when it came to the upper body, Jessica fairly obviously had an edge and Alicia wasn’t too proud to admit it.

The big Briton shifted a little, all the more eager to get this woman – bad attitude or not – in a ring sometime.

”Nice try, Jess – but we both know you know who I am too.” She rolled her eyes with boredom, shifting her stance to match the purple-haired fighter’s, ”And do we really have to waste time with this? You’re a badass, I’m a badass, neither of us wants to be here. Let’s just get it done and get back to something useful.”

In the interests of just that, she made her way over to stand beside Jessica, letting the photographer arrange them as he saw fit – while there were limits to how much she was prepared to take, she also wanted this done and now.

Sticking around to let Jessica throw jabs at her was probably a bad idea.

Things started to click now. Her manager had told her a little bit about the redhead standing beside her now. She was very much a parvenu among the AFW elite, and she had impressed a lot of people. Even the sight of her was impressive- every now and again, she would steal a look downwards to those thick impressive thighs of Alicia. Jessica couldn't help it. Had she not been the most wildly arrogant person on the planet, she perhaps would have asked for her routine. It wasn't as if Jessica had a major problem when it came to legs, the problem was that Alicia easily had the biggest thighs she had ever laid eyes upon.

And Jessica had been around the block a few times. More than enough times to have her own goddamn piece in the goddamn magazine. The more they posed, the more the photographer asked Alicia to come to the front. The first time it happened, Jessica let it go. After all, she would surely have a time where she was in front. Then it just didn't happen. It became clear that Alicia was going to be the one carrying the weight of the piece. It didn't matter that Alicia had called her a badass, as that was undeniable. But she sure as hell was not going to play second fiddle to this woman.

Then Jessica had an idea. What she wanted to say was, "Wouldn't it be just great if I were to pretend I was punching her?" But because her Japanese was moribund, all she managed to produce was "would good punch her?" The photographer gave her an awfully quizzical look, which Jessica did not appreciate in the slightest, but waved her closer to Alicia.

The Violent Violet smiled. "Looks like he wants an action shot." Jessica immediately held her fist against Alicia's jaw, and pushed a little bit. It wasn't going to hurt, not in the slightest. But it sure as hell was going to piss her off. The Violent Violet was in her stance and everything, knees bent a little bit and other hand high for the guard.

"We want to please our audience, don't we, Eliza." She said, her voice positively dripping with sarcsm.

Alicia wasn’t used to photoshoots. In fact, with the exception of the one she’d done when she first joined to fill out her Friction website profile, this was her first one. So, while she noticed the tension, she didn’t initially notice what was going on.

Really, her mind was somewhere else half the time, just paying enough attention to look interested and to do what the photographer wanted.

As a result, it took a couple of times before she realised that – for whatever reason – she was being positioned front and centre of most of the shots.  If Jessica had been less unpleasant about the whole thing, the redhead might have said something. She probably would have. She wasn’t that bothered about the whole thing, definitely not enough to want the spotlight all to herself.

But, given Jessica’s attitude, well… the kickboxer really didn’t feel like saying anything. And she contented herself with rationalising that the photographer knew what he was doing or Friction wouldn’t have hired him.

That took her most of the way through the shoot, up until the point where the Violent Violet had her ‘great idea’.

The Japanese, jumbled as it was, went right over Alicia’s head so the first warning she got was the ‘action shot’ comment and the fist against her face. It wasn’t a punch, not even close. Jessica literally had just shoved her but, caught off guard as she was, the redhead still took a single half-step backwards.

Her eyes were wide with shock but they rapidly narrowed with anger. The pointedly deliberate mistake of her name just brought it closer to the boil.

Rather than acknowledge the purple-haired bitch’s response, Alicia brought a leg up to press the ball of her foot against Jessica’s abs and pushed in turn. Slightly harder. To make her point.

Action shots, was it? She could do action shots.

It must have been a beautiful shot. Jessica wanted it for herself. She already had a fairly expansive collection of photographs of her smacking around all the ladies she had beaten, but this one would have been the icing on the cake. It didn't even matter that this wasn't a real match, nor that Alicia wasn't even her spar opponent. What mattered was that she got some of the attention back on her. And when those asshole fans opened the centerpiece, it would be her, there, acting like she was smacking the shit out of Alicia.

And then it all changed. Alicia drove her foot into Jessica's stomach. It wasn't hard, not at all, but it slowly and surely drove the air from her. Jessica did her best to pretend like the move didn't bother her, but she had a nasty inkling that had the move been real Jessica would have been on her ass, at the very least. Her eyes opened as wide as the horizon with surprise, then she quickly focused. This redhead was a puppy, and Jessica was a wolf.

Jessica grabbed Alicia's ankle, and pushed it aside. "Your legs make you look like a one trick pony. Not good, not at all. I eat girls like you in the ring for breakfast." The Violet Violet took a step towards Alicia, so that their breasts were touching. Surely the photographer, and all the fans by extension, would love this particular shot. Jessica loved it too, because it meant that she had a wonderful opportunity to be glowering right in Alicia's face.

"You wouldn't last three minutes in the ring with me. I've been wrestling for as long as you've been alive." Jessica then moved suddenly and without warning. She wrapped her arms behind Alicia's back and lifted her from the ground. She wasn't going to belly-to-belly suplex her, or bearhug her. But if Alicia thought that, well, that wouldn't be such a bad result at all...

While the other wrestler did a good job of keeping a straight face, it was pretty obvious that she hadn’t expected that. But, like most bullies, Wright wasn’t willing to take the loss in face and just let it go. Instead, she escalated.

Well, if Jessica wanted to get up close and personal, Alicia didn’t have a problem with that either. The redhead took a step closer as well, putting the two wrestlers nose to nose with their bodies pressed together as close as they probably would go. And she glowered right back, utterly unintimidated either by Jessica’s physicality or her boasting.

She’d heard it all before. Heard it all before. And yet, once she got them all between her legs, they all stopped blustering and started tapping. Or once she kicked their heads off, that stopped the bluster too. Either way, Jessica might be big, she might be strong and she might be a great fighter. But Alicia would be more than happy to throw down with her in the ring and prove that she’d have no trouble lasting more than three minutes.

But, before she got the chance to say anything that might be on her mind, she found two strong arms looping around her waist and her feet left the sand as Jessica hefted her up with ease. For a moment, she thought she was about to be thrown but then reality sunk in.

This wasn’t a match. Jessica wasn’t going to slam her and, so far, she wasn’t squeezing.

Ok. She was ok. From where they’d been gripping at Jessica’s arms, Alicia forced her hands to relax.

”And I’ve been fighting for my whole life,” She hissed back.

Looking the Violent Violet firmly in the eyes, the redhead mouthed ‘don’t think this is real’ and then did her best imitation of being caught in a bear hug, leaning back and faux-moaning – at least until the photographer did his thing. Then he waved at Jessica, clearly intending for her to drop Alicia and let the other woman put her in a hold in turn.