Jessica Wright vs. Kaede Komatsuzaki - Naughty and Nice

Match Type: Seasonal Yuletide Christmas Bash Extravaganza v.2
Victory Conditions: Hardcore Rules. Knockouts Only. Weapons provided as part of the decoration. Loser will become property of winner for one night.



Kaede wanted a match. Bad.

After her recent dust up with Silver Ace, she’d been in the doghouse with upper management in the AFW. It seemed like they didn’t appreciate a wrestler who was willing to step out a limb, who wanted to put one of their prized wrestlers on the line, who would’ve totally beaten the former Entropy Champ if she hadn’t nailed her with the cheap shot out of nowhere at the last second.

For that, she’d been punished, kept out of matches for a month or so. She’d demanded to get back in the ring. She’d requested. She’d begged. She’d sent letters, emails, and faxes. She’d pestered the brass every week, every day, every hour, until they finally, finally gave her what she wanted.

Oh, boy, did they give it to her.

On a special, seasonal-themed episode of Friction, the arena was once again decked out in Christmas stylings, as it had been almost a year ago. Tinsel around the ropes, glistening as the cameras flashed away at it. Presents strewn all over the ring, packed with all sorts of goodies. A gaudy, ornate tree by the entrance, that some poor sap or a group of poor saps no doubt had to decorate earlier in the day. There was even fake snow adorning the ramp, speckled all about the metal.

And there, at the top of the ramp, coming out while an extremely crappy dubstep remix of Jingle Bells played, was Kaede. They’d found a holiday themed version of her usual outfit: instead of the blue pants, they were bright green, along with a red sarashi to cover her chest. Oh, and instead of her trademark hat, she was not wearing a elf hat on top of her head, red with white stripes, and a little bell at the tip. Just for the extra bit of cheeriness.

Kaede was not happy. Not in the least. You could tell that pretty clearly from the way she stomped down to the ring, muttering curses and flipping off anyone who dared to say a single word to her

The deal was that they wanted to do another version of some match they’d had last year, a barnburner that turned out to be quite popular...the only problem was that one of the girls had gone MIA since then, and they needed a quick replacement. For whatever reason, they couldn’t get anyone to volunteer. No one, except Kaede.

So there she was, making her way into the ring with the sourest of sour moods, Scrooging it up in grand fashion. She didn’t know who she was fighting and she didn’t much care - she was trying her best to ignore all the glitter and glam and focus on the fact that she had a match, finally, and a hardcore match at that. Once the violence started, it would be all good. She’d have someone to vent her mounting rage on.

With her middle fingers raised high, she made her way over to her corner and kicked her getta off, before throwing the stupid hat out into the crowd. Just one, quick act of defiance.

Jessica was a pretty happy camper. After Summer Splash, she had been on fire, burning a purple streak through AFW. She was as fit as ever, as mean as ever, and as bloodthirsty as ever. Plus, she had heard some pretty interesting whispers as of late, ones that included words like Avalanche and Pay Per View and Title Shot. Her brother had dragged his sorry ass all the way here to Japan, but even that did not bring her mood down. It was her who was going to be fighting tonight, and it was her who was going to be winning.

The whole reason she took this match was because of the whispers she had heard. Last year, she had a match like this, and the crowd absolutely loved it. Jessica was completely insouciant as to whether or not the crowd liked her and the matches she was in, but the execs took note of things like that. And the execs decided who went to Avalanche or not. Jessica was pacing around her dressing room, thinking about the future and all the glories that would come to her when a little worker bee popped his head in and informed her that it was time to hit the ramp.

Jessica made her way to the door, casting one last look at the monstrosity of a wrestling outfit the AFW staff laid out for her. It was a frilly red thing, with a matching elf hat. It was the most ridiculous thing Jessica had ever seen, and just like last year, she refused to wear it. Stuff it, managers. Instead, her usual red, gold and black attire drew the gazes of passersby as she navigated the halls of the AFW arena towards the ring. Once she got behind the curtain, she adjusted her gauntlets and checked her laces. She was all set.

Little sister there's blood on the tracks....

The crowd booed at Jessica's entrance. Well, most of them anyways. Jessica flipped them off, exactly as Kaede had done. She approached the ring with an evil smile on her face. This match was similar to the match she had last year in every respect but one: this match had a prisoner of war stipulation. For whatever reason, the managers loved giving her these types of matches, and Jessica loved taking them. She had never lost this sort of match, and from the look of Kaede, she would not be losing tonight. The Violent Violet was bigger than her, and by the looks of it stronger than her.

"Are you fucking colorblind?" Jessica demanded as she gestured towards whatever it was that Kaede was wearing. Her outfit was a lot to take in, as was her pink hair. She was pretty fuckable though, and that's what mattered at the end of the day. Or night.

Jessica cracked her knuckles. "Do you want to get knocked out by a hold or by a weapon?" She was standing in the middle of the ring, quietly daring her opponent to come at her. Her purple eyes flashed with malice. How unseasonal, she thought, we are going to rip apart all this holiday shit before Christmas even gets here.

Kaede hadn’t been expecting much, really. She didn’t bother to actually look at the match this one was a sequel to - she really couldn’t see how it mattered. She knew the sort of people who did this sort of thing. Kawaiis. Skinny bitches. Chicks who just came for the cutesy matches, couldn’t hold their own, wouldn’t know a punch if it hit them in the face - which it so often did.

She could handle that. Easy.

Kaede was expecting a pussy. Instead, she got a titan.

It wasn’t obvious at first. When she heard what she would lovingly refer to as ‘American hick banjo crap’ music, she immediately painted a mental picture of her opponent. Some stupid American hayseed from the South who could barely even speak her own language right. Nothing to worry about.

And, to be fair, that might’ve been true. But her opponent’s speaking ability wasn’t what she needed to worry about, as became apparent the second she stepped out.

Jessica was big. Damn big. The bigger, bulkiest woman Kaede had ever stepped in the ring with, boasting a body that was on full display with her outfit. She came down to the ring with a confident swagger and sure steps, like she owned. Like everything that happened between the ropes was purely by her will.

It was a wee bit intimidating, she couldn’t lie.

Kaede managed to keep it in check for the most part, aside from a little nervous lip chewing. So she was taking on a big bitch. So what? Everyone went down when you hit them enough, and Kaede could do that well enough. Just a matter of staying on her toes, guerilla tactics, bobbing and weaving. Jessica was a tank, but tanks were slow and ponderous.

Also, Kaede wasn’t aware that not wearing the stupid getup wasn’t an option. Shit.

She started bouncing on her toes getting hyped up, just as the bell rang. Her opponent was already talking shit, but Kaede paid it no mind. She could throw trash just as hard. ”Am I colorblind? Have you seen your own hair, Barney?” She snickered and pointed at Jessica violet mane. ”But don’t worry - I’ll make your face match your hair. Just give me one-”

Kaede abruptly stopped bouncing and jumped to the side, where one of the presents laid. She didn’t know what was inside, and she didn’t much care. She didn’t open the thing - instead, she just kicked it like a soccer ball and sent the package flying towards her foe’s face.

Jessica had an aura. She wasn't the most sensitive woman in the world, but she could sense fear in other people. And right now, Jessica was getting a definite sense of fear emanating from the woman in front of her. She couldn't be blamed, not really, as the Violent Violet towered over most unfortunate souls who were audacious or stupid enough to slide between the ropes. Her opponent -although Jessica would surely dub her the victim- tonight was hardly that impressive on closer inspection. The pink woman was small and wiry looking. That might mean that she could last forever, which would be a bit of a problem.

But Jessica couldn't worry about that now. The bell had gone off. She was expecting Kaede to run at her to try some stupid flippy bullshit, but much to her chagrin, the smaller woman was talking shit. Before Jessica could get in a single word, she made a series of sudden movement. The Violent Violet was still expecting a charge, so she brought her hands low to get her at her center of gravity. Instead, Kaede charged to the side and sent something flying towards her face.

The Violent Violet was caught totally off guard. Whatever was in the package wasn't that hefty, but the sheer speed at which it came meant that her nose lit up with pain. Jessica stumbled backwards a bit and held her nose. Had that been heavier by even a smidge, Jessica could be back down to the canvas right now with a panoply of weapons coming down on her. And if that happened, she would be Kaede's for the night.

Jessica's mood shifted drastically. She wasn't smiling anymore. Quite the opposite, in fact. "You're going to have to try a bit harder, you pansy ass weakling." Jessica did her best to ignore the pain in her nose, and charged forward. Once she reached the critical point, she would stop and level a punch towards Kaede's gut.

Holy shit, that worked.

”Holy shit, that worked.”

Kaede hadn’t really been planning anything in particular when she kicked the box at Jessica. Maybe as a distraction sort of thing, like a way to get Jessica to look to the side while she came at her. A smokescreen type of thing. She wasn’t too optimistic.

But no, it hit Jessica. Hell, more than that, it hit Jessica in the face. Right on the nose. It had been a minute since she played football, but apparently the old reflexes never left her.

”Fuck yeah!” She did a little hop of triumph. ”How you like that - oh, shit!”

The last part of that was uttered as a freight train in human form charged straight towards her, moving with more speed than Kaede had anticipated from a tank. Caught off guard, she reflexively moved back, as her body tried to avoid the blow. It didn’t work. Not quite.

She didn’t take all of the punch, but half-power was still a lot to be absorbing. The blow lifted Kaede off her bare feet and sent her flopping into the ropes, air flying from her mouth as she careened. By some miracle she landed on her feet, but just barely, and if it weren’t for her grip on the rope with one hand, she would’ve certainly fall.

In other words, this wasn’t going well so far.

Looking to make a little space, she threw a wild kick at Jessica the second she came in close, aiming her foot to strike in between the titaness’ legs. No sense in playing nice, right?

Jessica's nostrils flared as she brought her hand back to her body. Kaede was a lively one, not quite dodging the blow but not quite taking the full brunt of it either. A string of curses flew to her lips, but she quelled them as she kept moving forward. The pink-haired hottie had only tasted a glancing blow from Jessica, and she would surely just die to see Jessica's full arsenal. Even as a half shot, the blow had sent Kaede careening backwards into the ropes, which was some solace.

But Jessica wanted more. She always wanted more. Her advance towards her opponent was not done hastily, nor was it done slowly. Kaede was reeling now, and Jessica was sure she had a little bit of time before her opponent fully recovered. Then, in a very quick movement, a leg came splicing upwards. Jessica's instincts told her what the target would be, and she quickly blocked the kick with her shin.

A jolt of pain shot up her leg. Getting hit in the shin was never fun, but it was a hell of a lot better than getting hit in her womanhood. "Girl, I wrote the damn book on fighting dirty." She said it like she was proud of it, and she was. The Violent Violet always found a way to win.

As a good first step towards victory, Jessica sent a mighty uppercut towards Kaede's chin. If the punch to the gut was enough to get her flying back, the uppercut was sure to send her over the ropes, she reckoned.

This was bad. This was pretty bad. This was very much the opposite of good.

Kaede had taken some bad punches in her day. Sort of came with the territory - her mouth was unfiltered and unchained, and she let anyone and everyone hear what was on her mind. That was fine when she had the fists to back it up, but that was 99% of the time. This was feeling more like the 1%.

She was still confident, she still could see herself coming out on top, but she needed to get some space first. She very much needed to not be in this damn corner.

Luckily for her, Jessica was willing and able to help her with that.

Kaede hissed as her kick didn’t get nearly the effect she was hoping for, but she’d scarcely had time to lament before the retaliation came her way. Jessica’s thunderous blowed landed square on her chin, knocked her head head into the air, and the rest of her body soon followed.

”Shit!” She flew over the ropes…

”Shit!” ...then landed on the apron…

”Shit!”...and finally flopped to the floor, landing on her hands and knees. Kaede popped up to her feet and tried to stumble away, but her legs gave up before she could get too far, and she ended up grabbing a large Candy Cane prop for support, leaning on it like its non-candy counterpart. ”Goddamn, purple-haired, hayseed bitch…” She grumbled, shaking her head and getting the world to stop wobbling.

Jessica shook her fist. Kaede seemed hard headed figuratively, and Jessica learned that she was very hard headed literally. The punch landed and did exactly what she intended it to do, and Jessica was riding high. As much as they hated her, the crowd had to be a little bit impressed by the fact that two punches from Jessica made her opponent fly out of the ring. The Violent Violet was feeling pretty proud of herself too, but that was not much of a deviation from the norm.

A smaller, more acrobatic woman would have flown off the top ropes. Jessica was neither small nor acrobatic, so she elected a far more brutal and violent path. She retreated backwards into the ring, to grab one of those nice little packages the AFW staff had helpfully laid out for the wrestlers. Jessica grabbed the nearest one, and threw the top off. On this particularly hellish version of Christmas, Jessica wanted tacks, or brass knuckles. Or a baseball bat, that would be the best of all. Instead, she found a snow globe inside the package, much to her dismay. It was somewhat ornate, and Jessica could easily picture it on some Grandmother's fireplace, along with an assortment of other pointless knick knacks.

The Violent Violet considered throwing it aside, and going at Kaede with her fists. A wicked thought then stopped her, and she returned to the edge of the ring and spied Kaede. Jessica was unaware of how much time she had taken, which didn't really bode well for her, but malintent was in her heart all the same. She pitched the snow globe as hard as she could towards Kaede's chest.

"Merry fucking Christmas!" She boomed as she chucked the souvenir.

It actually took Kaede a moment to remember where she was and what she was doing.


She could hear the crowd cheering - or booing, it was kind of hard to tell - all around her, saying a thousand indecipherable things and blurring into this ugly, roaring noise. She could feel the rumble of countless feet in the ground beneath her. She could hear her own heartbeat, and she wasn't wholly sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.


A moment passed before she managed to look up, saw the referee sliding out of the ring to check up on her, saw her boisterous bitch of an opponent and remembered: she was in the process of getting her ass kicked. Right.


”Kaede!” The referee, a small chit of a girl who was a few pounds shy of being a shoe-in for the kawaii league, came over as Kaede began to rise. ”Are you okay?”


Kaede heard her, but her attention was mostly focused on the ring. The ring where Jessica was coming over, holding that snowglobe, reeling back…


Panic swept over Kaede. She was still too hurt to move, wouldn't be able to dodge it...but that was hardly her only option, right?


With split second thinking, she grabbed the referee’s shirt and pulled her in the way, letting the snow globe hit her back. The poor ref let out a shriek and fell to the floor, holding her back, but Kaede was unharmed. Hardcore match, it was all good.


”Ha!” She waved a fist at Jessica, before deciding her hand was better served rubbing her face. ”What's wrong, you tucking dinosaur? Afraid to take this to the streets?”

It was a fastball, right down the middle. An MLB pitcher would have been proud to throw with that intensity, and she was really looking forward to seeing the glass fly everywhere as the thing broke into a thousand pieces on Kaede's chest. Her opponent was wise enough to make sure that the souvenir did not hit her, and Jessica grumbled. At least it hit something, even if it was just the ref girl. Refs rarely liked her anyways. Still, a direct hit could have swung the match in her favor from the get-go.

Which meant that Jessica was going to have to take this fight to her in a more direct way. But first, she was going to talk shit. "Homegirl," she said as she leaned against the ropes, her large breasts resting on the top one, "you just eliminated the only thing," she gestured towards the downed ref girl, "that could possibly keep me from ending your life." She slipped between the second and bottom ropes so she was on the apron now. "The only thing anyone should fear is seeing your face after I bust it all up." The Violent Violet hopped down to the hard concrete floor, standing all the way up with her hand on her hip.

"Now you're going to get it, for real." Jessica charged towards Kaede fearlessly, almost recklessly. She brought her shoulder down the further she went. The Violent Violet hoped to catch Kaede in the gut and drive her all the way back into the barricade. Maybe a blow against the harsh metal would shut her ass up once and for all. She really doubted it, though. This pink haired woman had an annoying penchant for talking.