AV 16: Jessica Wright vs. Alicia Wells

Everything flows, everything changes. As Jessica charged forward, she noticed the Brit moving, trying to get on her belly as opposed to remaining in her supine state. It did not significantly alter Jessica's plans. In fact, it ensured that the redhead would not see the attack coming. As Jessica plummeted from her vaunted height, she wondered what Macho Man Randy Savage would think, she wondered what her dad would think, she wondered what her whole family would think should they see Jessica pull this move off.

And dear god did she pull the move off. All of Jessica momentum went downward, concentrated in her sharp and strong elbow. The rest of the Violent Violet crashed down on Alicia a split second afterward, finishing the devastating move. Eat your heart out, Hulk Hogan, she thought. The crowd erupted into cheers of adulation from the wild side, and groans of pain from the saner side of the audience. Jessica quickly got up and flipped them all off.

But then her attention quickly returned to the redheaded girl. She was what Jessica had come out for tonight. The Violent Violet bent down and grabbed Alicia by her waist. Jessica could feel the power in her muscles in her hands, and enjoyed the sensation. Beating up jobber girls was always fun, but there was something far more satisfactory about beating a girl who earnestly thought she could win.

Jessica attempted to pick Alicia up, and force the girl to stand. Then Jessica would wrap both her arms around her opponent, and lift her up and over for a German suplex. Like the elbow drop, it was old school, painful, and a classic. All this new MMA stuff be damned. When Jessica won, she did it her way. The old way.

It was a rare thing for a Friction crowd to be cheering for Alicia Wells. She just tended to rub the fans the wrong way, whether that was by destroying cute fan-favourites like Gallium Heart or by being totally and visibly uncaring about what the fans thought of her. Added to which, she was a MMA style fighter and not a few of the fanbase just plain preferred old style wrestling.

So, when the bulk of the crowd was cheering for her, well. It was a sign of just how much they hated her opponent.

Alicia, of course, wasn’t in much of a position to appreciate that even if she’d cared, which she wouldn’t have.

She was a bit busy, first with the sudden dose of pain that strummed up and down her spine from where Jessica’s elbow connected. Alicia did try to rise but her body wasn’t in the mood to obey. Instead, in the second thing that occupied her, it was left to Jessica to yank her carelessly up and back to her feet. Alicia wanted to resist but Jessica was in the driving seat now and her body still wasn’t doing what it was told.

All she could manage was a little light flailing that had about as much effect as a light shower – and had about as much resemblance to that as the elbow she’d meant to throw.

Instead, the big redhead was pulled up, then sent up and over to come crashing back down on her already abused neck and her shoulders.

Alicia spasmed as if Jessica had given her an electric shock and then went momentarily still.

Jessica was breathing hard as she went from an arch, to a sitting state, to all the way up on her two feet. Despite the fact that most of her attempts to break free from Jessica's clutches were totally feckless, Alicia was no lightweight, and throwing her up and over with that sort of power took a degree of strength that very few women at this federation possessed. The results were totally worth it though, as the Brit was downed and motionless. A perverse sense of satisfaction filled Jessica as she eyed the woman that only moments ago was the bane of her existence, hitting her with move after move.

But Jessica turned that around. She always did. One could never count Jessica out of a match, due to her cunning and her strength and her sheer brutality, especially not here at a pay per view. Ordinarily, she would start looking for a pin right about now, but the lights of Toronto had gotten to her. Tonight, she was going to go for broke.

Jessica bent down once more, again going for Alicia's fit waist. Her arms wrapped around Alicia's midsection, but this time, instead of going backwards, she went forward. She tried to get Alicia up and then down, with the redhead's crotch on one of her knees. Atomic Drop. And Jessica was bringing the force of Fat Man and Little Boy combined, going for the incredibly painful and incredibly humiliating move.

Alicia was starting to stir as Jessica approached again, though it was the sort of stirring that involved vaguely waving limbs as opposed to significant progress towards standing. Still, she was clearly still in the match and recovering as a pair of brawny arms looped around her waist and pulled her upwards once again.

To be brutally honest, Alicia didn’t know what Jessica was going for. What she did know was that it was going to be hard-hitting and it would be painful, both indicating it’d be really really bad for her chances.

Acting as much on instinct as actual forethought, Alicia went to throw a sharp elbow at the Violent Violet’s jaw, hoping to at least disrupt the move before the purple-haired woman could build much momentum behind it. Then another one and as many as she could launch before she was slammed back down with all the force she could put behind each strike.

Either she’d get free or she’d be in a lot of pain and a lot of trouble. But she had to at least try. If it worked, maybe she could get the boot back on the other foot and show Jessica why she shouldn’t be underestimated either.

Jessica pictured Alicia ten seconds from now. It was a terribly funny picture, for her anyways. Her mind's eye conjured up an image of the redhead that was her, holding her crotch, howling in pain after Jessica nailed her with an atomic drop. Something that would surely go in the article detailing her inevitable victory. And just as Jessica was about to savor that image for real, an elbow slammed into her jaw.

She blinked. For a second, the image of Alicia was far more real than this objective reality was. The bitter truth was confirmed when another blow came in, which expedited the slam greatly. And then still another came in, this one a particularly well-placed one, and made her head jerk to the side with the rest of the body soon following it. Her hold was loose now, and the final elbow that slammed into her face made her lose her grip on the redhead entirely.

Jessica took a step back and appraised the situation. She had just built up all of the momentum in the world, and then Alicia turned the situation around, like an asshole. The Violent Violet burned with quiet rage and indignity, and threw herself forward once again.

She took one step in Alicia's direction before she launched a massive front kick at her opponent. Her strong leg shot forward at great speed, as she hoped to catch her opponent in the stomach.

When the first elbow hit and Jessica barely faltered, Alicia thought she was stuck.

The second, though, had an effect. The third loosened the grip and she felt Jessica jerk with the impact. And the fourth, that saw the hold disappear entirely, leaving Alicia to drop onto her feet and just about manage to remain standing.

It didn’t mean she was in a position to retake the offensive though, and her opponent definitely got there first.

While she’d been with it enough to counter whatever it was that Jessica had been trying, that did not entirely mean Alicia was back with it. Her elbow counter had been instinctive, obvious and required minimal actual thought.

Countering a kick though, that required a bit more preparation and Alicia was still shaky enough that she wasn’t quite there yet. Nor had Jessica given her the time to get herself back together again.

Really, she ought to have dodged. But instead she tried to block and, for her pains, was left half-doubled over and wheezing after Jessica’s boot pounded into her belly. It was all she could do to stay on her feet as she tried to get her breath back.

Alicia wasn’t feigning it at all. But, when Jessica closed in to take advantage, she fully intended to pay the purple-haired woman back with a knee to her own belly. See how she liked it and take the wind out of her sails into the bargain.

Jessica breathed in for a second. She wanted to assess the situation, sure, but she also wanted a moment to breathe. The match had been nonstop action since the very beginning, and not all of that action had been in her favor. Right now things were going well for her, and she needed to figure out how best to continue that trend without letting the outlier of Alicia's elbows get to her. Her instincts kicked in, and demanded that Jessica go for a running bulldog.

The Violent Violet moved forward to sate her violent intuition. She figured that after she had sunk her foot into Alicia's belly, she had earned herself some time. Jessica's burning rage had morphed into a quiet, slower burn, and Jessica tried to think as tactically as possible. The redhead had tried to block the last move, and her efforts to mitigate the attack were in vain. A smirk formed on her face at the thought of it. She placed her hand on Alicia's head.

And then that smirk quickly changed to an open mouth, slackjaw sort of look. Alicia had just nailed her in the stomach with a powerful knee, causing Jessica to make such a stupid look and bend over. She stumbled backwards for a second, clutching the tight abs which had just been horribly maimed. Her eyes were cast downward as she tried to deal with the immense pain.

Jessica tried to stand all the way straight in a hurry, but the pain in her abdomen did not allow for that. So Jessica's jerks up were awkward, as were her hand and feet placement as she attempted to form her wrestling stance back up.

Alicia hadn’t known what Jessica had in mind. Not a clue. All she did know was that the Violent Violet didn’t strike her as the type to let an opportunity pass her by. She’d want to take advantage and all the redhead had to do was wait, trying to recover, and sooner or later she’d find a chance.

That chance came soon enough when she felt Jessica’s hand on her head and Alicia’s knee found its newest home buried in the purple-haired wrestler’s belly. To the inevitable effect of having Alicia’s joint slammed into that midriff with all the power she could bring to bear. Not her full strength, perhaps, but still nothing to sneer at either.

As she felt Jessica crumple over her knee, Alicia’s grin returned to her lips. That had felt good, very good. It was something of a tonic, in fact, pushing the redhead to struggle back to standing even as Jessica was left the one barely upright. In no mood whatsoever to hang around, Alicia went to grab a firm hold of the Violent Violet by intertwining her hands in Jessica’s hair. It’d have the effect of steadying the American but that was certainly not the reason she was doing it.

Instead, as soon as she was sure that her opponent’s skull would be where she wanted it, Alicia would yank that skull down even as she shot her knee upwards like a battering ram aimed at Jessica’s chin. Given how shaky the other fighter was, well, Alicia fully expected this hit to level Jessica and she was relishing that idea already.

Jessica had a hard time breathing. Of all the sensations to experience in a wrestling ring, it was one of the worst. It made it hard to move, hard to think, hard to react. Air meant life for everyone and everyone, and right now Jessica was dead in the water. Before the Violent Violet could get all the way up, two rough hands embraced her head. Jessica tried to breathe in, to deal with it, but there was still no air there.

Then another knee slammed into her face. The pain started in her chin, where Alicia's attack connected, but soon it spread everywhere. She was seeing stars, and her ears were ringing. A steady, throbbing pain in her head erased whatever thoughts she had of turning this ship back around and starting to win. Jessica flew backward and fell back onto the mat.

Her arms and legs flew akimbo as she crashed down. Those two purple eyes of hers were closed to the world, and Jessica turned on her side. That one hurt.

And that felt even more satisfying than the first knee; judging by the roar of the crowd, they appreciated it too. But the redhead didn’t care, raking a hand through her short hair as she breathed in deeply and stretched.

With Jessica now down and seemingly out of action, Alicia had a chance to gather her thoughts and decide how she wanted to proceed. The idea of trying for a pin literally never crossed her mind, her options instead focusing on ways she could either make Jessica completely unconscious for a nice long ten count or better yet make the other woman tap.

The way the redhead saw it, she had three options. She could pound Jessica some more. Kick, stomp, good old fashioned ground and pound. She could take the opportunity to work a limb or two, throw a joint lock on, twist Jessica until the Violent Violet squealed. Or she could do what she’d been thinking of off and on since the disastrous beach episode and squeeze the American until she frantically tapped on Alicia’s thigh.

Really, it was anyone’s guess what would be the best option. But Alicia was going with the third.

And Jessica had been so kind as to set things up nicely.

The kickboxer dropped down on the other wrestler, planting one knee on either side of her waist. Wrapping her arms around Jessica’s upper body and arms, Alicia went to roll her opponent on to her back; if she was successful, she’d instantly kick her legs out, interlock her ankles and squeeze Jessica like she wanted to cut the other woman in two.