Playtime at the Beach

Jessica was smiling brightly. She couldn't resist it even if she wanted to, and she sure as hell did not want to. This was a total throwback of a move, one that she had learned when she was scarcely thirteen years old. The move was in employ all up and down the midwest, where she called home. Jessica had evolved far beyond that, of course, but it was a nice little call to something she had mastered far int he past.

Plus, it probably annoyed the crap out of Alicia. Jessica wasn't wrenching the hold as hard as could, but she was still putting Alicia in a lot of pain. The cameraman was still delightedly clicking away, and for the moment Jessica was absolutely on top of the world. Hopefully, these were going to be the photos they ran with in the actual magazine. People wanted to see her. After all, she was the future champion, and that may as well be the champion as far as she was concerned.

Shame that her early Christmas had to come to an end. As fun as this was, they were not in a match. Alicia tapping would not have done anything for her, and Jessica was getting tired anyways. The Violent Violet let go of Alicia's legs and took a few steps away from her. She casually brushed a bit more sand off of her. This day was shaping up into something quite nice. Perhaps she would only choke her manager as opposed to breaking his arms.

"Miss Wells, would you kindly apply a torture rack to Jessica."

Jessica's mouth opened in shock. The torture rack was one of her signature moves. Cyclone Rider, she called it. And now it was being appropriated against her, so that Alicia could look good for a fucking magazine. Jessica stomped the sand, causing it to fly everywhere. "You cannot be fucking serious!" She demanded.

Once Jessica was off her back, Alicia had to resist the urge to curl into a ball to take the strain of her back. Why did it have to be that hold?

Grumbling to herself, she rolled over and pulled herself to a sitting position as the photographer’s assistant passed on the next instructions.

In all honesty, if it hadn’t been for the little three way thing she’d been involved in with Valley Doll and Chris Morgan, Alicia wouldn’t have known how to apply the Torture Rack. The good news was that Jessica was far closer to her own size than she’d been to Valley, but this was still not an idea she relished. Particularly not after her back had just been wrenched by the Boston Crab. On the other hand, she’d done her best to play nice.

It had got her a stay in a Boston Crab that, while she didn’t doubt Jessica would make it worse, certainly hadn’t been the easiest it could be.

Not to mention she was just getting damned tired of that blasted hold. It hadn’t been Jessica’s choice. But Alicia was sure as hell happy to take it out on her. So this Torture Rack could be just the thing.

Pulling herself to her feet, the big redhead stretched. Then, running over the steps in her mind, she went to circle behind Jessica, crouch and get her hands into position.

Presuming the Violent Violet played fair, she’d then heft the other wrestler up onto her shoulders with a grunt of effort, spreading her legs to maximise her solid base. Alicia’s lower body strength, massive as it was, made it easy for her to stay steady on that front. Her upper body wasn’t as powerful, but she was confident she could keep Jessica in place long enough for the photographs.

And this time, she wasn’t about to waste her time or energy in making it more comfortable for Jessica. She could just suffer.

Jessica was still stomping her feet, blustering and raging at anyone who would listen to her. The photographer was trying to learn English, and Jessica was showing him many creative uses of the most odious profanities she knew. Her face had turned a ruddy red from all of her hollering. The odd thing was, she totally forgot that the reason she was kicking up such a storm in the first place was due to the fact that Alicia had been asked to apply a torture rack to her.

So when the Brit accosted her, she was in no position to do anything about it. Sure enough, Jessica was picked up and then rather unceremoniously draped across Alicia's back. The pain was immense, but Jessica had a lingering feeling that it was not as hard as Alicia could pull. But she also got the feeling that the redhead was not making it easier on her.

And Christ Jesus was this not easy on her. Her back and her abs were exploding with pain, and Jessica did not regret that for the most part she had avoided this move a lot. Not a lot of girls were strong enough to do it to anyone, let alone her, but here Alicia was, doing it with little struggle at all. Jessica gritted her teeth and winced in pain as she learned exactly why the torture rack was called the way it was.

Then she brought her fist down. She didn't really care where it landed. She wanted out of this hold, now. Jessica was already on the verge of implanting Alicia's face into the cool sand below them, but now she was burning with the white hot intensity of a dying star. She had boiled over now. The only question was what direction she was going to burst in.

Suffice it to say that Alicia wasn’t about to be using the Torture Rack as a submission in a real match any time soon. For all her legs and core were letting her keep her balance way better than Valley had, and for all she could keep Jessica up in place, she could feel the strain it was putting on her upper body already. Sure, it was far worse for the wrestler in the hold, but give her a bodyscissors any day.

The way Jessica was struggling, probably partly instinctively, wasn’t helping. But she kept it up, doing her best to keep her smirk in place as she yanked down on the Violent Violet’s head and legs.

And then Jessica hit her, about the same time as the photographer indicated that he was finally done with this hold. In a ring, where there was a hard surface, and dealing with someone she wasn’t busy starting to hate, Alicia would have done her best to set them down safely.

As it was, she’d just been punched and she was getting sick and tired of Jessica.

So, instead, she dropped her – it was sand after all. The fall wouldn’t hurt too much. Besides, Jessica was a big tough girl; she’d cope.

The redheaded amazon paused just long enough to plant a bare foot between Jessica’s breasts and let the photographer capture that on film to rub it in that much more, then she stepped back and raised her eyebrows at him.

What was next? Whatever, it was her turn to take it.

”Headscissors please.” Oh, so she was doing two moves in a row.

”Ms Wells, if you’d get down and let Ms Wright apply the hold.”

Wait. What?

Alicia narrowed her eyes at the two men, sure she’d misheard. Jessica had pretty impressive legs, no question there. But, at the end of the day, hers were bigger, she was sure they were stronger and her scissors were almost certainly better to boot.

It was on the tip of her tongue to rage but then she threw her arms up in a full-body shrug and dropped to the ground, glowering at nothing in particular.

”Let’s get this over with,” She muttered, a little sourly.

"Oof!" Jessica hit the sand evenly, and thus her whole body was impacted by the rough drop. This was how Jessica liked to rid herself of her opponents when she did this exact move, which made it incredibly frustrating. She spat out some of the sand that had found its way to her mouth and grimaced. "Blech,"Jessica said, completely disgusted by the sand in her mouth and the way the afternoon had gone. She was collecting herself and trying to stand up when some bad news hit.

Headscissor. Why did it have to be a headscissor? Sure, Alicia had those wonderfully thick thighs, but why the hell did it have to be her on the receiving end of the painful and humiliating attack. Then the news shifted, and Jessica grinned like a bank robber who got away with all the cash he could grab. It was going to be Jessica putting Alicia in the move. And the redhead was absolutely going to be taught a lesson.

"Oh sure thing, honey." Jessica didn't need to be told this twice, no way in hell. She immediately went back down to the sand. That lovely red hair of Alicia's felt good in Jessica's hand, and she moved the Brit's head provacatively close to her sex. And then her strong legs clamped down around Alicia's head in a vice grip.

Jessica squeezed as hard as she could. The Violent Violet was livid, and taking out her black rage on the woman in front of her. How dare she steal her spotlight, stretch her out, and not expect any repercussions? There was nothing being held back at all, and Jessica was really straining to summon all of her power to her legs and squeeze the crap out of Alicia. She was doing her best to punish Alicia for all her perceived crimes.

While she was not a happy camper by any means, Alicia was pretty sure she’d be asked to return the favour once Jessica was done. Then, maybe, they’d have enough pictures and she could go back and forget all about this.

Her first indication that things weren’t right came when Jessica dropped down to face her, grinning as if her every birthday and Christmas had all hit at once. It wasn’t a reassuring smile at all, particularly not when Alicia found herself being yanked face first between Jessica’s legs. It wasn’t the first time, of course, but most wrestlers wore something rather sturdier than the flimsy bikini bottom the Violent Violet was currently modelling.

But the redhead didn’t have much time to consider the clothing involved because, an instant later, it felt like two walls of steel coated in warm flesh were closing around her skull. She grunted in pain, her hands instinctively flying up to claw at the thighs encroaching on her neck and head. This wasn’t what she’d expected, Alicia thought through the red pain that filled her mind, not even after the less than tender Boston Crab.

This was going to- She bit back a moan this time, her vision filled with the looming thighs locked around her and the vision of Jessica’s body beyond.

Her fingers clenched tighter but she had about as much chance of shifting those muscular limbs as she did of moving a steel girder.

And, out of the corner of her eyes, she was aware of the camera flashing, flashing, flashing…

Enough. More than enough. Her vision was starting to swim.

Focusing, the big redhead, her face nearly matching her hair, slapped at one of those powerful quads three times.

”Let me out!” She tried to bellow the words but the noose of flesh around her muffled it to the point she doubted anyone heard.

Jessica felt the hand slapping against her thigh, and heard the muffled cry for help. While she could pretend as if she had not heard the call to alleviate the hold. Jessica looked to the cameraman, turned towards the assistant, and then looked at Alicia. There was no way anyone could stop her if she wanted to keep going, not Alicia nor anyone else. The redhead was in there pretty well, and this was a hold that was very difficult to get out of.

"Miss Wright, will you please release the hold."

Jessica blinked. If she carried through with doing what she wanted to do, she would be crossing a line, and a fairly serious one at that. So Jessica flipped the cameraman off with both hands, and tightened the hold even further. If Alicia was going to force her to share the spotlight, fine. But Jessica was going to make her earn it.

"Miss Wright, release the hold."

"Fuck off."

The camera wasn't clicking any more. Everyone understood the gravity of the situation, but no one could do anything to stop it. Jessica was not going to relent until Alicia was fast asleep. Her knuckles turned white as she exerted herself as much as she possibly could.

Trapped in a hold that felt like it was crushing her skull, Alicia wasn’t aware of the goings-on around her.

She couldn’t hear what was being said past the blood pounding in her temples and the legs pressed to her ears. As for seeing… Not a chance.

All she knew was that Jessica wasn’t letting her go. The other woman knew what she was doing. She knew. Alicia didn’t know what protocol was in this sort of situation but she was pretty sure that repeated taps still counted.

Well, as sure as she could be through the cotton wool that seemed to be filling her mind, her vision starting to swim as the pressure mounted and mounted and mounted.

If anything the other wrestler was squeezing harder now. The redhead’s fingers scrabbled furiously but with rapidly declining energy at the legs choking her out, her own lower limbs beating an angry drumbeat on the sand behind her.

Alicia was a big, powerful woman. She had no intention of letting Jessica meekly put her out – if that was what the Violent Violet had in mind. But, with the scissorhold having been applied for long moments before she began to fight back, there was a definite limit to what she could do.

Her eyes started to flutter, her pushing and shoving beginning to die down.

Her struggles ebbed. And then she was gone. Out cold, her body slumping limply to the sand and her hands falling away.

There it was. Jessica knocked her 'opponent' out cold. This wasn't going to earn her a title shot, this wasn't going to win her a cool new contract, this wasn't going to really help her in any way. This represented a smaller, more internal victory. Jessica swung her thick legs apart, and stood up. The redhead was truly down for the count, and the cameraman and his assistant were looking at her in total disbelief.

"What? Got something to fucking say?" She demanded. Everyone else was silent. The AFW staff closed their mouths and began putting away their things. She turned back to Alicia. The Brit was quiet because she had no other choice, and Jessica felt a great amount of pride that she shut her up. Truth be told, that was one of the few ways that anyone could get Jessica to be quiet, and no one had done anything like that in a long time.

Since Summer Splash, she thought. If anyone pulled that shit on her, she would be howling for a match as soon as she could get one. But because she was the one standing, she had a few more options. She kicked some sand towards Alicia before she stormed off, to change out of this ridiculous bikini and go home.