Playtime at the Beach

Jessica waited for a second. She expected anything. Alicia could throw an insult or a punch, kick her in the leg or slam her right back. The whole time, Jessica was awfully tense from when she got all up in her face until she lifted her off the ground. She was still tense, with Alicia here in her grasp. And then she went limp, playing along for the camera. Of course Jessica didn't think this is real. Had she been real, Alicia would have already been tapping her side, begging for a release from the intolerable pain her arms could bring about. Jessica was still feeling a bit tense, knowing full well that Alicia could still snap at any time.

Then the moment passed. The photographer got a good shot of the faux bear hug, and waved at Jessica to put Alicia down. She held on to Alicia for one more second than she absolutely had to, and then dropped Alicia, hopefully right on her ass. It was a bit mean, perhaps, but Jessica was very mean, and this was only a taste of what she could do. This wasn't an official match, after all. There was no reason to go overboard.

"Gorillas fight. Dogs fight. Real women wrestle. Not like you would know anything about that." Her tone was as churlish as the look on her face. Fake attacking her was fun, but now she was bored. She looked at the photographer with a blank expression on her face, quietly asking when she could go home.

She’d been thinking two things. First, they had to do this photoshoot and starting a fight with Jessica Wright, much as she’d like to on multiple levels, wouldn’t get that done faster. Also, while she did want to try the Violet Violet, Alicia was more interested in a proper match.

But then she’d been dumped on her ample backside, insulted and walked away from.

Ok. Now Alicia was a little mad. She wasn’t bothered about where this had been going but there was no way she was just going to let that stand – nobody just dismissed her like that after starting what Jessica had.

Pushing up on her hands, she went to sweep Jessica’s legs out from under her. There wasn’t much way she could pull that particular move without the other woman’s active cooperation but, well, right now she didn’t care. Particularly as slamming down on the sand wouldn’t hurt anywhere near as much as in a ring. So she’d be fine.

Probably apart from her pride but… Well, from the sounds of it, that could do with a few dents in it.

If Jessica was caught off guard and went down, Alicia would promptly swing a leg over to straddle the purple-haired wrestler, fist cocked back as though she was engaged in the good old ground-and-pound she’d learned in her MMA days.

”You talk too much,” She observed, smirking wickedly as the camera went ‘click’ somewhere behind them. She wasn’t a photographer or anything but even she knew that this shot would look great – cover material, maybe?

And maybe it’d prove to Jessica that, just because Alicia wasn’t going to start a real fight, she couldn’t push the big Brit around either.

Jessica was riding high, for the moment. Dumping Alicia on her ass was a ton of fun, and Jessica sincerely hoped she would have the opportunity to do something like that in a real match. Judging from the way things were going, Jessica would be happy to arrange such a meeting. But that was for later. For right now, she would smile once more and pose for the camera, hearing click after click as she felt completely victorious.

Then that all came crashing down. Literally. A fast leg sliced into her calf and sent her down on her ass. The sudden change of fortune made her blanch, and Jessica blinked twice. Her purple eyes did not register the pain in her body still, and Jessica's mouth hung open. Alicia quickly capitalized on Jessica's disadvantaged position, mounting her and throwing her fist back as if she were about to throw a brutal punch.

Jessica's hands flew in front of her face. Her body was in fight or flight mode, and her head was turned to the side. Click. Click. Click. The cameraman took picture after picture, and Jessica felt pretty embarrassed. Not only had she been dropped on her ass like a rookie, but she threw her hands up for punches that were never going to come.

She then flopped her hands to the side, in exasperation. She was feeling terribly dumb. The cameraman was happy that Jessica looked like she was totally knocked out, and Alicia was probably happy that Jessica stopped running her mouth for ten second, but Jessica was feeling pretty bad.

That had gone nicely. Now they were even and even Alicia, who generally wasn’t sadistic, couldn’t help but enjoy the look of shock Jessica wore as she went down. And then the instinctive blocking and the boot was firmly on the other foot. Hopefully, they could just leave it at that, get back to taking pictures so she could get out of this ridiculous suit.

Alicia cast a glance over to the photographer, who conferred with one of his assistants, who apparently spoke better English than him – ”Pin her,” came his response and the kickboxer shrugged.

If that’s what he wanted…

Sliding up the Violent Violet’s body, she settled into a schoolgirl pin with her weight resting fully on Jessica’s ample assets and her knees pressing into Jessica’s shoulders. With further prompting, she struck a pose with her hands on her hips and waited for the man to get the shots he needed.

She resisted the urge to bounce, tempting as it was. It wasn’t worth it, not just because Jessica had a habit of getting under her skin.

Then she dismounted, rising to her feet and stepping back. So far, the actual control the photographer had been taking had been… well, dodgy to say the least. So the redhead was slightly surprised when he waved her back towards Jessica – she’d been expecting another glamour type shot.

It must have shown on her face because he gave her a wide grin and said something in Japanese to his translator.

”He says that you’ll be the focus of the shoot,” The young man began, listening for a moment before continuing, ”So he wants you to put Ms Wright in a Surfboard hold. Alright?”

Chewing that over, the redhead turned back to where Jessica lay on the sand, eyeing the purple-haired vixen as she tried to decide if she’d be cooperating or not. Given how this had been going, probably not.

Still…

”Mind rolling over?” The Brit asked, rather than just kicking Jessica over.

Please just let this shit end. The pose was already denigrating enough, with Alicia clearly on top of her. So when the call came in to pin her, Jessica was ready to get up and start screaming at her manager. The way that this had been going so far was a solid indication- Jessica does some shit to Alicia, then Alicia gets some retribution, and the cycle goes on. The Violent Violet was positive she could give it a lot worse than she got it. After all, Jessica was the scion of a wrestling family, and this redheaded asshole was a jumped up child who didn't know a hammer lock from a hammer throw.

But Alicia wasn't going for just any pin. She was going for a school girl pin. The redhead rode her breasts and forced her shoulders to the ground with her knees. Click click click. The camera went off. Jessica had been pinned, but never like this. This was some kawaii league bullshit, unbecoming of the unholy terror that was Jessica Wright. She was sorely tempted to launch a brutal punch upwards to disabuse the redhead of staying on this track, but luckily for Alicia she got up.

"The fuck?" She asked as she pounded the sand with her fist. Just as she was about to get up, a request came in. A very strange request. Jessica never liked the surfboard hold, and now she was asked to do it intentionally. Oh yeah, her manager was sure as shit going to get a call after this one.

She looked up at Alicia with fury in her eye. Ok, just do this, then you get to have one back on her. She rolled over, but she was sure as hell not happy about it. Jessica took a deep breath, and made herself as ready as she possibly could for this.

Utterly unaware of Jessica’s issues with her choice of pin, Alicia had picked it purely because she wasn’t very good at pins and it was simple.

Oh well.

Dusting the sand from her shins, she did her best to remember how this hold went. It was pretty simple and she’d run up against it in training but hadn’t done it herself. No time like the present, she supposed as she stepped over to ask Jessica to roll over.

That involved looking the other wrestler in the eye. And even Alicia had to blink at the look she saw there.

That was not a happy woman.

Part of Alicia couldn’t blame her. She wasn’t going to like being on the other end that much either, her instincts already rebelling against the idea of being ‘put’ in a hold without resisting. And just sitting there, letting some guy take shots of her for fans to drool over.

Well. All she could do was make this as quick and painless as possible and hope Jessica did the same. Circling around the other wrestler once she was on her front, Alicia ducked down to take a hold of her wrists. Then she planted her bare foot in the Violent Violet’s back and gently pushed down, equally gently pulling back on the arms.

She didn’t think she could make it not hurt at all because of the way the move worked, but it was only sensible to play nice.

At the photographer’s wave, she reefed back a little more before the man went to crouch down in front of Jessica. His camera started clicking away.

Jessica could take a lot of things. Hell, she had taken a lot of things. Slams weren't fun, but she could deal. Chokes were a little bit less pleasant, but she could also power through them when the time came. Holds were especially loathsome for her, especially this one. Jessica was blessed with large breasts that made a lot of the execs at AFW go nuts for her, and she had very little issue with showing them off. But that was always on her terms. Her sultry costume was of her own design, and this bikini and this hold were the choices of someone else.

And Jessica burned with white hot rage. The camerman zoomed into her breasts as much as he possibly could and took a thousand photos. There was a legion of perverts out there who would assuredly be absolutely over the moon to pin this photo up on their wall. And when they did, they would see Jessica's teeth gritted with fury and pain. Her breasts strained against the bikini top, and her back and arms lit up with pain.

This was the absolute worst. This was one of the most undignified things she had ever done at AFW, and that was saying quite a lot.

"Let. Me. Down. Now." Jessica barked at Alicia. This was all too much for her. Had it been any other hold but this one, she might have been more understanding, and maybe even compliant. She knew all about the hooplah of wrestling, and knew there had to be photoshoots. But this? This was far too much.

Jessica felt nothing but antipathy for the perv of a cameraman, his dumb little assistant, and most of all for Alicia. This was her time to shine. Avalanche was coming up, and a big spotlight would give her a massive boost. But here she was, getting stretched out for the fans' pleasure and nothing more.

It might surprise Jessica but Alicia wasn’t enjoying this at all. While she was at least getting to look strong for the moment, that wasn’t going to last. Soon enough, she’d be the one taking the punishment and reliant on Jessica playing nice. On top of that, it wasn’t earnt. She hadn’t been the one to get Jessica in this position, which made it all feel like a total sham, and she wasn’t that comfortable with the angle of the photos either.

It was better for her than the purple-haired woman but that was going to change soon enough.

So it was that rather than the anger in Jessica’s tone, anger which Alicia could definitely understand even if the redhead didn’t like the other amazon, that made her release the hold as soon as Jessica asked for it.

Releasing Jessica’s arms and taking her foot off the other wrestler’s back, Alicia paused. Thought. Then came around to offer the Violent Violet a hand up. This had officially turned back into a situation that sucked for them both. She didn’t particularly like Jessica, at least not based on impressions so far. But she was going to try and be professional about this, see if they could get it over with as soon as possible.

She wasn’t sure that was going to be returned. And she was just waiting for the photographer to decide on the hold she’d be going in for.

Which he did while she was standing with her hand extended for Jessica.

”Ms Wright, if you’d please put Ms Wells in a Boston Crab.”

Ah. This wasn’t going to be fun…

Jessica breathed a sigh of relief as she was let down. Finally, this long slow humiliation was over. Some residual pain still lingered in Jessica's back and arms, one last stinging rebuke of her that she wished would go away. As she rolled over, she revealed the sand that had clung to her large chest and the burning hatred in her eye. Sure, Alicia had done very little to deserve this, per se, but Jessica was not the most logical, or forgiving person.

So when the cameraman called the next shot, a glimmer of happiness spread across her face before it quickly changed back into the look of unbridled fury. This was a wonderful chance to get some retribution on the vile woman standing in front of her, to rebuke her for having the temerity to listen to the cameraman. The Boston Crab was not the most painful submission she knew, but it was sure as hell going to be fun to slap it on Alicia.

"You heard the man." Jessica brought her arm up to Alicia's act of mercy. Immediately, she yanked downwards as hard as she could in an attempt to bring her low. Then she sprung into action, getting up and adjusting so she was sitting on the small of Alicia's back. The Violent Violet grabbed Alicia's legs, and yanked them backwards into the Boston Crab, as she was prompted.

Jessica quite liked Alicia's legs. She could feel the power in them, and adored how meaty they were. Jessica thought she would like to spread them one day, but for now she was content with contorting them and putting the redhead into a ton of pain. "Is this good for you?" She asked, sardonically.

Alicia had meant to give Jessica a hand up. She didn’t like the other wrestler, didn’t think Jessica liked her much either, but she still hadn’t expected it to be used like that.

While the big redhead didn’t have weak arms, being caught off guard by Jessica didn’t help and – at the end of the day – Jessica’s upper body strength almost certainly beat hers. On top of that, her attention had been a little split between the Violet Violet and the announcement of just what she’d have to endure.

So. Well. The British woman went down on the sand with a surprised squawk. She wasn’t sure whether she’d have voluntarily stayed there or whether instinct would have her standing because a solid weight almost instantly slammed down on her back, keeping her down.

Hands snatched at her legs, and that Alicia had to fight the urge to resist, yanking them back until Jessica had them trapped under her arms.

The Boston Crab wasn’t ever going to be any fun. Just to make it look good would put Alicia’s back in plenty of pain and the other wrestler wasn’t going easy, at least it didn’t feel like it. It felt like she was in a match and the redhead didn’t have to try to sell it. The pain in her expression and the low moan that snuck through her clenched teeth were both very real.

Her hands, clad in the fingerless gloves she wore virtually everywhere, clenched helplessly, raking at the sand as if there was an answer there.

Vaguely, she was aware that Jessica’s hands were exploring her thighs as if enjoying the opportunity, but it was a long way distant. Mostly, she was just aware of the way her legs and back were bending.

She gave the photographer what felt like more than enough time.

Then she pounded a fist on the sand.

”Enough already,” it was a snarl, ”Let me out!”