AV 16: Jessica Wright vs. Alicia Wells

Preceded by: AV 16: Kawaii Title Fourway - Claire vs. Aoi vs. Cutey Kanai vs. Momo
Followed by: AV 16: Softcore facesit elimination chamber



Match Type: Standard
Winning Condition: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout
Special Conditions: none

Stood backstage in the gorilla position, Alicia Wells was quietly fuming. In the sense that, while she was clearly and obviously absolutely furious, she wasn’t pacing and ranting like the more demonstrable breed of wrestlers. Instead, her eyes were fixed on the exit that led down to the ring and she was emanating a sense of extremely imminent violence. That probably didn’t set her apart much but the redhead was more known for looking forward to her matches.

This time, while she was still looking forward to it, Alicia was anticipating less the competition and more the opportunity to beat Jessica Wright into unconsciousness in front of as many people as possible.

It would be unfair to say that the beach episode was playing on her mind. The redhead wasn’t afraid of Wright, not one bit. But she’d also had more than enough of the purple haired bitch making out that she’d beaten Alicia somehow. Wins and losses didn’t really matter to Alicia, normally. If she’d lost to Jessica in a match, fine.

She’d own it. If it had been a good fight, she might even have enjoyed it.

But she’d let Wright put her in a hold and Wright had taken advantage of that, then made it out to be a fight. Then she’d called her nothing and all the rest of it about how she didn’t belong in the same ring as Wright. Alicia’s fists clenched just thinking of it.

So, this time? Alicia Wells was angry enough to spit fire. Hence the careful berth the hired help was giving her as time counted down to her match. Finally.

Adjusting her gloves one last time, the big Brit stormed through the curtain on her way to the ring. For once, she had scorned her signature entrance with the lights out, choosing instead just to make her way down without music or effects.

Rolling under the bottom rope, she rose back to her feet and stalked the ring, eyes warily scanning the crowd in case Jessica went for yet another WAR sneak attack.

Jessica pounded her fist. She had come quite far, but there was still a little ways to go. Now she was in Canada, doing a second PPV in a row. The eyes of the world were on her now, and Jessica did not want to disappoint as she had done the first time during a PPV. She doubted she would. After all, she had already beaten up Alicia once before. From the beach in Japan to the ring in Tokyo to here, Jessica was confident. She had eaten right, she had trained as hard as she possibly could, and she studied. The Violent Violet combed the internet for every little scrap of information about this woman, looking into her past matches, her friends, where she liked to eat lunch. Everything.

And Jessica was ready. Her usual red, black, and gold attire looked wonderful on her as it always did, showing off her muscles and her feminine figure. She had gone through the paces with this sort of thing before, and knew she had to be primed and loose for this redhead. The British girl was tough, sure, and Jessica knew just how lethal those legs of Alicia's could be. But that did not mean she was not absolutely brimming with confidence. She finished up her stretching routine and looked around the room she was in. The dressing area she had been given was spacious and packed with all the amenities she could possibly want, and Jessica snickered a bit. All the asshole managers at AFW had finally given her the respect she had long earned.

Just then, one of the little worker bees stuck his head in the window. Jessica was already marching out the door and shoved the little guy out of the way. On her way to the main staging area, Jessica reflected on Alicia and her short history. She was pretty irate about the fact that Alicia got the top spot during the little photoshoot, and that Alicia had the fucking nerve to call her out in front of thousands and thousands of people. Her eyes narrowed and her lips curled. She wanted to destroy this bitch.

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

Her haunting music played over the loudspeaker, and Jessica arrival was met with a chorus of boos. She flipped all of them off, but her true quarry was already in the ring. The Violent Violet's advance was a slow, but never cautious one. She swaggered down to the ring, and slid under the bottom rope.

"Sup." She taunted with a sarcastic head nod.

Alicia’s ears pricked up as Jessica’s music filled the arena, the redhead pivoting on a foot to face the entrance. About time too, in her mind at least. And there she was, bold as brass, the purple-haired thug dressed in red and black and gold as if it all didn’t clash with her hair. For all that and for all her desire – unusual in her – to take the Violent Violet of WAR down a few pegs, Alicia was not underestimating her for a second.

She’d taken her time to do her research on Jessica in the interim. She had a good idea of who and what she was up against. But nothing she’d seen intimidated her in the slightest. In some ways, it just annoyed her all the more. This ought to be a match she was anticipating eagerly for the sake of a fun clash with a strong opponent. As it was…

She just wanted to smash Jessica down. And she had to do it while watching her own back too.

Alicia rolled her shoulders back, a smirk growing on her lips despite herself. Well, that maybe did sound like a little fun.

Now that she had Jessica in front of her, Alicia’s eyes were cold and dead. She didn’t rise to the taunt, simply staring the WAR brawler down – notably there was no offer of a handshake from the kickboxer, a definite sign of disrespect from her. Nor did she rush in to attack Jessica however.

No, she just waited until the bell rang. Before its final tone left the air, the big redhead was in forward motion, hips torqueing to add power to the brutal kick she was already aiming at Jessica’s solar plexus.

Alicia was being terribly intense. Jessica sought to get under her skin a little bit with the taunt. It wasn't one of those overt braggadocious diatribes she might launch into during a promo, no, Jessica intended to slip the thinnest knife between her ribs and twist a little bit. Jessica sunk a little bit when her taunt did not hit home, but perked back up again. This was a bout after all, and Jessica fully intended to rip, destroy, and kill. The woman in front of her was strong, singular, and filled to the brim with malintent, as if she were a foil to Jessica.

Then the bell rang, and Jessica hunched down. Usually, she liked to go on offense before anything else, but she held back. An inkling, the shadow of one of the videos she had watched, told her to hang back and let Alicia come to her. After all, she was an experienced woman who had little to prove. It was Alicia, this young pup of a wrestler, who ought to come to her. Or so she thought. The fact that management found it necessary to give Alicia top billing might have proved otherwise, and Jessica burned with quiet rage at the thought.

Her feet were wide, and her eyes were open. The Violent Violet smiled faintly as she recognized what was coming next. Alicia was a powerful woman, but from what she had seen, the redhead was not much more than a one trick pony. A kick was coming, the only thing Jessica had to figure out was where.

When the blow came in to her chest, Jessica was ready for it. Like a Venus Fly Trap with a sweet succulent little fly between its leaves, Jessica sprung and caught the kick with both hands. She could feel the power in that leg of Alicia's, which caused her mind to race on exactly how to hurt the woman the most.

But first, she was going to taunt her. "Isn't it time to do that spinny flying bullshit to try and get me, sweetie? I fucking dare you to try it."

In fairness to her, Jessica was already under Alicia’s skin. A little thing like the ‘sup’ taunt wasn’t really all that noticeable next to the whole ‘KOed during a photo shoot’ thing. But, for all the lack of verbal response, there was a subtle tightening of the redhead’s lips as she laid eyes on the American.

Fortunately, there was not a long wait between Jessica entering the ring and the referee signalling for the bell. Quite likely, someone had noted that neither woman was possessed with an overabundance of patience and they were likely to tear into each other before the bell rang if necessary. As it was, there was just a brief pause for the formalities and then they were going at it.

It was a testimony to Jessica’s own power that, expecting it or not, she was able to stop Alicia’s kick dead like that. It was also a testament to her confidence that, rather than take immediate advantage, she stopped to rub it in.

Alicia just grinned right back, seemingly unphased by the dangerous position she was in.

And then went to show Jessica why she really shouldn’t be wasting time with taunts by following up with a very direct right cross straight to the jaw. For all that she was known for her legs, training as a kickboxer very definitely included boxing. If Jessica thought she was up against a one trick pony in Alicia, it would be the British woman’s distinct pleasure to prove her wrong.

At the same time, the big redhead yanked hard with her trapped leg, trying to either pull her opponent into the punch or at least get her limb free. She’d watched enough of Jessica’s matches to guess that there was a slam attempt following hard on the heels of the taunting and she had no intention of making it that easy.

If the first punch didn’t work, then she’d go for another one and another until Jessica let go.

Jessica looked down for a second to take a gander at the leg that was in her hands. This was the perfect opportunity for her, and it had been given to her right from the get-go. She sized up the leg, thinking about how she could twist this redhead into all sorts of wonderfully painful holds, or hoist her up high for a devastating slam. Then the world lurched. Jessica was thrown forward, not of her own doing, and she looked up with a stupid expression on her face, not quite understanding what was going on.

But she found out in very short order. A fist slammed into her jaw, causing her head to jerk to the side following the path of the fist and Newton's laws of motion. She propped herself right back up, stupefied by the sudden turn of events and the ringing pain in her jaw, only to be rocked by another solid punch which collided with the side of her face. This time, Jessica faltered backwards and let go of the strong leg, giving Alicia her freedom back.

She shook her head to try and rejigger herself and hunched down. The world was her oyster, and she chose to be a boisterous, boasting brawler who lost sight of the goal here. Jessica was all about winning, at any cost. Alicia would not be a pushover, and the demands of the situation required her to go all out. That wasn't all out. That wasn't even close to all out. Her eyes narrowed and her brain refocused. She had to go on offense. That was what she was about. That was who she was.

Jessica took a big step towards Alicia and sent a rocket of a straight right towards the redhead. The Violent Violet wasn't trying to slip around any defenses, she wasn't trying to place the punch on a dime. The punch flew forward with the intention of powering through any opposition Alicia could put up. The look in Jessica's eye quietly dared Alicia to try and catch this bullet.

It took two good shots to the head to get Jessica to release her leg, a solid double what it would take to get most people to do it. But Jessica was a big strong woman, as able to take a battering as she was to dish it out, so Alicia wasn’t that impressed or that surprised. She was decidedly pleased at the stupefied look on the purple-haired woman’s features right before the second punch slammed in – less than thirty seconds in and Jessica had already been underestimating her? Well, that ought to teach her nicely to mind herself.

The redhead pulled her leg free with a snarl of satisfaction, pleased too at having both feet back under her and a firm solid stance to rely on. It served her well a moment later when Jessica inevitably chose to retaliate. That was a given, it didn’t take a master strategist to see that the WAR member wasn’t the type to turn the other cheek. She was going to want to pay Alicia back in her own coin. What did surprise her a little was how Jessica chose to try striking back.

She chose to stand her ground and try and slug it out. With a kickboxer of ten years’ experience. With a punch that, while undoubtedly powerful, lacked anything much in the way of finesse.

Which was fine. And, certainly, all that power would probably have knocked Alicia back if she’d tried to block it. So she didn’t. Instead, the redhaired warrior brought a hand up inside the arc of the punch and pushed that arm outwards, going to knock Jessica’s strike just enough off course to sail safely by.

At the same time, using the pivot of her hips, she brought her other fist up in an attempt to bury it in Jessica’s solar plexus.

That was a good punch, she thought, surely enough to floor even one of those ridiculous Momentum bitches. Jessica was feeling a bit cocky as the fist flew, confident enough in her own abilities that she could outstrike someone who more or less did exactly that for a living. Her first sign of something going awry came in the form of a quick if slight movement on the part of Alicia. Her hand began moving up and Jessica recognized that something was very off about the whole affair, in that Alicia was not simply going to let the punch hit her like a total bitch. Soon enough, Jessica's mighty punch glanced harmlessly to the right of the intended target and she was ready to recoil the fist. From there, she could launch another, far better placed strike and send Alicia to the mat.

Only that was not fated to be. Alicia was quicker on the draw than she was, much to the delight of the Canadian crowd. The blow slammed into her chest and ripped the air right from her lungs. Jessica's mouth hung agape for a second before she fell down to the mat, clutching the sore spot where she had just been rocked.

That one hurt. She could honestly not recall another time when someone had hit her that hard. It was only a second or two though before Jessica started collecting herself and trying to scramble back on her feet. The match was still young, and that was still one of the first blows. And Jessica could take more than a few hits anyways...

This was where the difference between a puncher and a boxer shone through. A boxer wouldn’t have done what Jessica had just done, which was basically overcommit to a single punch. Jessica certainly didn’t lack in terms of power or even the form of the punch. Just her tactical awareness and her judgement of her enemy’s skill.

Really, if she’d watched Alicia in action, she ought to have seen this one coming a long way away.

The block was pretty satisfying therefore, but nowhere near as satisfying as the wide-eyed look on the Violent Violet’s face as her fist ploughed right into that midriff. Toned as it was, Alicia’s targeting was bang on and the solar plexus was a nasty weak point however awesome the abs.

So down Jessica went but not for long at all. Almost immediately, she was on her way back up.

That was pretty much to be expected, really.

Expecting Jessica to be the sort to try to stand right back up, Alicia had a surprise waiting for her. Taking the short break she’d been given, the big redhead had turned side on and chambered one of her legs right back, every honed muscle in the limb tensed and ready. And, as Jessica went to stand up right in front of her, the British amazon went to unload a side kick – brutal even by Alicia’s uncompromising standards – right at the purple-haired skull so appealingly presented as a target.

Jessica might be quick to stand up from that punch; Alicia wanted to see if she’d be so quick after a kick to the skull.