Jessica Wright vs. Kaede Komatsuzaki - Naughty and Nice

Kaede laid there, flat on her back, looking up at the ceiling and rethinking some of the life choices that led her to this.

She wasn’t winning. That much was painfully - painfully - obvious, but she couldn’t think of any way to really turn this around. She needed to get to a weapon, that was clear, but what? When? How? Jessica was all over her, and she couldn’t move enough to...really…

...why was the audience makings those weird noises?

She craned her head upwards and got the answer: thumbtacks. Lots of thumbtacks, dropped on the floor by Jessica, more than enough to make Kaede seriously regret coming to this match barefoot. Despite all the pain and aching bones, this new threat gave her about a thousand reasons to haul ass out of the ring.

Kaede might have made it, too, if Jessica hadn’t decided to stomp a mudhole in her chest. Each pounding blow hammered her into the mat, making her bounce with the impact, until she put her big boot down and planted her there for a spit in the face. The ultimate disrespect.

The smart thing to do would’ve been to just lie there and take, lest she risk arousing more of Jessica’s ire. But, well, no one ever accused Kaede Komatsuzaki of being smart.

Instead, she spat right back, using her impressive spitting skill to hit Jessica right on her cheek.

Kaede had a deathwish. That must have been her only motivation for taking a match such as this against a woman such as Jessica. The Violent Violet figured her for a jobber, and a particularly ineffective one at that. She never had much mercy, but she was going to take her home tonight. In these circumstances, she was going to hold back a little bit. But Kaede had just disrespected her. No more than Jessica had degraded Kaede, of course, but the Violent Violet was not eve remotely concerned with that.

"You just signed your own fucking death warrant." The acid in her voice would make many believe that Jessica was not simply bluffing. The Violent Violet had long had the means to knock her opponent out in a brutal fashion, and now she had the motivation. Crimes against humanity as a whole and Kaede in particular were now ready to be unleashed. Jessica was known for being able to start a fight in an empty house, and how she was getting ready to bring hell to this pink haired bitch.

Jessica removed her boot from Kaede's chest, and bent down to continue the bloody business of the evening. She collected the smaller woman in her arms before lifting her straight into the air. The Violent Violet used Kaede's head and hips as handles to hold her, meaning that she could have only been going for one move- the Fujita Five, a delayed vertical suplex. From there, she would fall back and send Kaede onto the tacks.

The crowd collectively winced as Kaede dared to spit back, wondering what was going through her mind at the moment. Madness? Gutsiness? Was she incredibly brave or incredibly stupid? They’d probably be a little disappointed to know none of it was as complex as that - Kaede just had an idea. When she had an idea, she acted on an idea.

Didn’t mean it was a good idea. Which this wasn’t. ”No, no-” She put up a weak fight as she was lifted up, but nothing more than a fidgeting baby would’ve put up against his mother as he was pulled out of the crib. She struggled. She failed. She went up, and-

”Nononfuckyou-”

Down she went, right into the tacks, right into the metal. Hundreds of tiny little pinpricks shot into her skin all at once, biting deep and staying there, and the shriek that Kaede made was a deafening, horrible noise. She rolled away, but that just made it worse, picking up even more as she moved and whooped and hollered a storm.

Jessica didn't even look to see what had happened to Kaede. She knew. No one ever popped right back up from that, let alone anyone who had ever been thrown onto a ton of tacks. Jessica was flexing with both arms to anyone who wanted to look at her, and the Violent Violet was not shy about it in any sense. "You fucking dickheads like that shit?" She boasted. Her voice was loud and clear like cannon fire at dawn, and her voice could be heard over even the roar of the crowd. Everyone buying tickets knew what sort of match this would be. There were the nice and simple matches that had technical girls who could do all sorts of crazy submission. This wasn't one of those matches. These people came to see blood, and Jessica was going to give it to them.

She finally turned to a welcome sight. Kaede was in tons of pain, rolling in tacks. The tacks shimmered like the scales of a snake, and Jessica could not help but feel a surge of pride. She wiped the spittle off of her face, having exacted unholy retribution for Kaede's misplaced revenge.

And Jessica was not going to quit there. The Violent Violet took a few steps then grabbed at a package at her feet. When she opened it, she found a shirt. A nice, men's shirt, but it was fucking boring. More importantly, it couldn't really be used as a weapon. Jessica was on the verge of throwing it away when an idea popped into her head.

Maybe it could be used as a weapon. Jessica charged towards her opponent, and rolled her over so she was on her front. She then looped the sleeve under Kaede's neck and placed her foot on Kaede's upped back. It had the benefit of driving the tacks that were in her back further in, but it also meant that it made sure Kaede wasn't going anywhere when she pulled the sleeve up, effectively choking the pink haired woman.

Pain. There was only pain.

Kaede couldn't smell, couldn't hear, couldn't barely even think. The pain from the tacks was so total and dominating that it seemed to block out every other process of her body, leaving her nothing but a shattered shell. The worst of it? She was still cognizant enough to realize that while she was conscious, the pain would just keep coming. The only thing that would change was the methods.

She'd just begun to push up when Jessica came and put a stop to that, flipping her over and pinning her down. Then something went around her neck, and then things got so much worse.

Suddenly, the tacks were the farthest thing from her mind. The whole ‘not breathing’ thing was her top priority, and she showed that by going into a wild fit, thrashing about in the floor in a mad bid to get even a single wisp of air into her lungs.

It didn't work. And the more she struggled, the weaker her struggles seemed to become, growing slower and slower as the lights dimmed.

Jessica kept at it. If anything, the Violent Violet was ruthless. And incredibly strong. And a brilliant wrestling tactician. Actually, she was a whole lot of things, but there wasn't a soul in the world who could doubt exactly how ruthless and savage she was. Jessica was really working it now, pulling upwards with all her might. Her veins were bulging and her teeth were gritted, as she concentrated on choking the shit out of her opponent.

Sweat was dripping down her back now. Jessica was focusing intently on the back of Kaede's head, as if trying to bore a hole into it. If the smaller woman were at all clever, she could figure a way out of it. But given how this match had gone for her thus far, she was not sure she Kaede wanted to keep fighting. Falling asleep was just so easy...

In a movie - or maybe with a better wrestler - this would’ve been the point where the brave underdog found some way to turn things against her massive opponent, to seize victory from the clamping jaws of defeat. It would’ve been some hero story with a scrappy up-and-coming heroine with a ton of heart.

This wasn’t like that. This was reality, and when a woman twice your size and strength tries to choke you out in reality, it happens. Like it or not.

Kaede was fading and fading fast. It wasn’t a pretty sight, either, as her tongue hung out and her eyes bulged, drool drizzling down her lips, mixing with the blood beneath her body to form a pool. It wasn’t long before she was out like a light, and the referee came over to make it official, calling for the bell soon thereafter.

Jessica Wright backed off. She was honestly a bit surprised. Not at her own strength, of course, that was an absolute given. But she was surprised that the AFW staff put a woman this inexperienced in the ring with a woman like her. She could have gotten seriously hurt. Hell, she had already been whacked pretty hard a few times, and Jessica was partial to that.

The ref girl was too cowed to come over to Jessica to raise her hand, but it was clear to absolutely everyone who the winner was. Jessica was breathing hard, her ample chest rising up and down as she did so. The AFW management were fond of putting her in POW matches, and Jessica was fond of taking them. There was something so dominant in beating the tar out of a woman and then taking her home, like a throwback to caveman times.

Jessica bent down and hauled Kaede over her shoulder. The crowd didn't like seeing squashes, especially ones that Jessica was victorious in. But Jessica didn't mind that, or them, or their booing, and showed that in the form of a raised middle finger. The Violent Violet was focused on more fun things, like exactly what she was going to be doing to Kaede. Or what Kaede was going to be forced to do to her. Or what Kaede would be forced to do to herself. Or...