Jessica Wright vs. Kaede Komatsuzaki - Naughty and Nice

At first, Kaede didn't see the problem. Sure, the ref was down, but so what? She hadn’t gotten pelted by a goddamn glass globe, which, given the lack of clothes she’d been wearing, would’ve gotten things bloody in a hurry. Granted, she would’ve prefered it to not be her blood, but whatever.

Then Jessica came out of the ring, Kaede started thinking of her life beyond the next five seconds, and she realized the mounting problems that would likely be ahead.

”People are afraid of your ugly face [i]right now!” Wouldn’t stop the trash talk, though. Never that.

In the more immediate future, though, she had to do with the raging bull that was heading her way at top speeds, looking to slam her into - and possibly through - the barricade. Options weren’t many, and Kaede didn’t really know how to stop an oncoming freight train.

So, instead, she decided to just hop on board.

As Jessica came her way, she juked left, then right, then tried to jump around her opponent and jump on her back, wrapping her arm around the titanic wrestler’s massive neck and holding on for dear life.

Jessica had done more dignified things in her life. Hell, she had been stripped in the ring before, and she found that to me more respectful than what was currently happening. With the boom very much lowered and her arms out wide, she had no idea where Kaede was on her whole trip towards the pink haired woman. When Kaede leapt on her back, it was far too late to do anything about it. The pink-haired woman's weight forced her down, and Jessica momentum kept her going forward. Jessica's head crashed at the bottom of the barricade, and her body slammed down onto the concrete.

The Violent Violet groaned. She had literally been ridden down to the ground, and the attack was entirely of her own doing. The crowd's jeers did little to soothe the thumping pain in her head or the dull pain in her chest. What could have been a moment of triumph for her was absolutely devastating, as she recognized that she was too pained to rise from the harsh concrete below her.

Jessica tried to roll over, but mostly just flopped to the side. Her vision was blurred, and her dignity was scarred. The Violent Violet was feeling abysmal at the moment, physically and emotionally. Her breathing was faster than it should have been, and she felt that all the momentum she had built up with the mighty uppercut had disappeared in the blink of an eye.

It had been a little while, but Kaede was relatively sure she’d gotten this idea from an old American cartoon she watched once when she was a kid. Something that involved a bunny rabbit and a bull, she was fairly certain.

It was just a quick thought, one of the many panicked ones that were flowing through her brain as she tried her crazy move. At most, she was hoping to stave off the damage for a little bit, have a few golden moments where she wasn’t getting her head rammed into the wall. What she got, instead, was her opponent’s head, slamming into the barricade at ramming speed.

Kaede was so stunned by the sudden turn of events that she almost didn’t register it. Not at first. She rolled off of Jessica, popped to her feet, and stared down her foe with wide eyes, like she was in a play where she’d just forgotten the lines.

What now?

”Uhhhh…”

She looked left, then right, then raised her foot and started to stomp on Jessica’s back, feverishly kicking away with her spindly legs.

Jessica was in a bit of stupor. Ramming your own head onto the barricade like an idiot would do that to you. Then a kick slammed into her, and awakened her in a sense. She heard the roar of the crowd, saw the lights high above her, and most of all felt the sharp pain that disrupted her abdomen. Her inner demons demanded blood, and the now quick Jessica was going to sate their black urges.

She was hardly in a position to go on much of an attack, but Jessica was wily. She recognized that the next time a boot came in, she was going to have to literally stomach it. But at that point, she could grab that thin leg of Kaede's and twist her to the ground. In a sense, Jessica was a bit fortunate. She couldn't imagine her foe was going to see this coming, but Jessica's incredible hubris often lied to her. More importantly though, Kaede's legs did not pack the punch that a more powerful wrestler was. Still, she knew she couldn't soak up damage all night, which is why she focused like a laser when trying to bring the pink haired girl low.

Just keep kicking, just keep kicking, just keep kicking…

Kaede kicked as hard as she could, as fast as she could, as often a she could. She kicked like her life depended on it, because it probably did. She could tell she wasn’t hurting Jessica nearly as much as she wanted to, as she needed to, which probably meant that this was her last chance.

So she kicked, and she kicked harder, until she just couldn’t kick anymore...because Jessica put a stop to it. ”Shit!”

She tumbled over in less than gracious form, flopping down on her butt. The second she touched the floor, Kaede started to scrambled back towards the apron, hoping she could get to her feet before Jessica could do whatever it was she was about to do.

Jessica was up in one motion, and moving forward with the next. Sweat was pouring off of her body now. The heat was getting to her: the lights above were so bright and strong, and the crowd were all right there. Plus, Jessica's burning desire to win was pushing her higher and higher up, to the boiling point and then past it. All those kicks to the stomach slowed her, but they did not stop her. It would take far more than that to stop her.

So Jessica moved forward, unrelenting. The crowd weren't cheering her, but they were on their feet anyways. They wanted to see what horrible violence she could unleash upon this woman, and Jessica was not one to disappoint. There were no weapons within a good distance unfortunately. Kaede was up now, and making her way to the ring.

Which meant that she would have to use one of the most dangerous weapons of them all: her body. Jessica lurched forward, hoping to catch Kaede before she got to the apron, and grab her around her waist. Should she secure a grip, she would lift her over and back for a powerful German suplex, right onto the harsh concrete floor of the arena.

Kaede was in pure panic mode as she made her way into the ring, but she could see a light at the end of this incredibly dark and likely painful tunnel. There were still plenty of weapons to use, wrapped up in boxes with tender and care, and she could just snag one of those equalizers and put things on even footing once again. In theory, at least.

It seemed like a solid enough idea, and she was well on her way to getting in the ring and pulling it off, when she felt a pair of strong, iron arms wrap around her waist. Kaede’s eyes shot wide and her hands desperately reached for the ropes, hoping she could stop whatever was coming.

It didn’t work.

Up and over she went, screaming all the way, until Kaede’s flight came to a painful end. Her back hit the floor. Hard. Sheer agony went through her entire body, and she flopped around on the floor like a limp doll, coming to a still rest on her chest.

There it was. Jessica was awfully tough, but that concrete below her feet was a good deal tougher. The Violent Violet stood up, and dusted herself off. Despite the fact that she had punched Kaede so hard that she sent her over the ropes, that felt like the first official smack of the match. This was a hardcore bout, after all, and there was nothing more hardcore than the floor itself. Jessica had tasted the ground more than she liked to admit, so she knew that Kaede was not having the time of her life right now. Especially because Jessica put a lot of power into the suplex.

The Violent Violet cracked her knuckles. She reflected quite a bit on Christmas. It was better to give than to receive, as the saying went, and Jessica truly believed that they were talking about pain. Jessica bent down to seize Kaede's hair and drag her to her feet. "Come on," she admonished. She went on to Irish whip her opponent back towards the ring. Her body was strong, sure, but she knew she could do a whole heck of a lot more damage with all those sweet ass weapons in those tacky ass packages.

Truth told, Kaede had already lost the match. Not in a ‘this might as well have been over’ sense, either, though that applied, too. More in the sense that she’d actually been unconscious for a few seconds after she hit the pavement. If the referee had been quick enough to check on her, she would’ve called it.

Instead, Kaede was roused back up by the sudden yanking, dragged back to life as Jessica pulled her up. She woke up and stood on shaky legs, but the Violent Violet manipulated her with ease.

”Wait-” Jessica either didn’t hear her protest or didn’t care. She launched her with the Irish Whip and slammed Kaede into the apron, with enough extra moment to make her roll over and into the ring, coming to a rest beneath the bottom rope. She laid there, grimacing, staring up at the ceiling, rethinking some of her life choices.

Jessica breathed in deeply now. Bashing her opponent's head into the ground surely earned her some respite, after all. With her opponent securely within the confines of the ropes, Jessica approached the apron slowly. Kaede wasn't going to spring up from that. Hell, there were very few women in this league who could just spring up from that. River could, certainly. Maybe Alaina. She didn't know, but from what she had seen of the pink haired girl, she was not terribly impressed.

When she jumped over the top rope, the stakes of tonight's match came back to her. This was a prisoner of war match. That meant that the loser had to go home with the winner. And that meant that Kaede was going to be her toy for as long as Jessica could threaten her with significant bodily pain enough to ensure that she remained compliant.

Or it could be more than threats. The Violent Violet picked up the nearest present, and opened it. A thousand thumbtacks glittered at the bottom, and Jessica smiled as she dumped the contents of the box at her feet. The sharp points made the crowd ooh and aah, and made Jessica light up like the Fourth of July.

She marched on over to Kaede. Sure, she probably could have thrown her into the tacks right then and there, but Jessica was feeling particularly malicious. She sent stomp after stomp into Kaede's chest, trying to remove all the wind from her sails. After the last stomp, she would keep her boot on Kaede's chest and spit right in her face.