AV 16: Jessica Wright vs. Alicia Wells

Jessica's head was throbbing with pain. That is usually what happened when body parts were kicked, especially when body parts were assaulted by a woman such as Alicia. Her breathing had slowed considerably, and the Violent Violet was on the back heel now, doing her best to just recover from the powerful low. Her wrestling sense was kicking in, and without seeing her, Jessica recognized that her opponent was on the move. Hell, Jessica could feel it.

And then the fruits of that movement came to bear. The redhead got her paws on Jessica, and it was a big shame that she could do very little about it. Even worse, she rolled the violet onto her back, and clamped her two big legs around her. Jessica recognized this move. Unlike the beach, Jessica knew that this hold was going to be painful. This was not some photo shoot for the benefit of pervs buying magazine. No, it was the real deal.

And Christ Jesus was it the real deal. Her whole midsection exploded with pain, and an anguished grimace spread across her face. The Violent Violet struggled for air for a few seconds as her hands went down to Alicia's legs. She felt the power in them, and knew the animosity Alicia must have had for her. Usually, Jessica liked riling girls up, but she did not like getting them to this level.

This was nearly at the level where she could not deal with them. Jessica twisted and turned, trying to get out of the incredibly painful hold. Sweat dripped off of her body, and the pained look seemed etched into her face. The Violent Violet jostled for all she was worth, desperate to break free of the torture.

This was not a position any opponent of Alicia’s ever wanted to be in. And this time, Alicia was utterly unconcerned about any potential injury she might cause – in a regular match, she wasn’t that bothered. Now?

The only reason she wasn’t actively trying to hurt Jessica was… Well, there were two. One, she wasn’t giving her the satisfaction of seeing Alicia disqualified and maybe banned over this. And two, it’d be even better when she forced the WAR member to acknowledge that – for all her talk – she’d lost. Fair and square.

Lost.

Jessica could struggle all she wanted. Flat on her back, with one of Alicia’s legs over her midriff and floating ribs and the other pressing into her spine, it was virtually impossible for her to shift the redhead. And, for all her twisting and turning, the British amazon was so experienced with this hold that she could easily compensate, keeping her scissors tight and her thighs crushing into the Violent Violet’s belly.

Not to mention that she’d been waiting for this and, now that she had Jessica right where she wanted her, she wasn’t about to let her go so easily.

For once, Alicia wasn’t sure that she wanted to win like this. Other ideas were spinning to life in her head, sparked by Jessica’s own actions. But she certainly wanted to drain as much of the other woman’s strength as possible – both by making it increasingly hard for her to breath and just by crushing her midsection flat as a pancake.

So she bore down harder if anything, eyes fixed remorselessly on Jessica’s reddening features.

Waiting to see how much her opponent could take.

Jessica breathed. Or tried to, at least. Hardly anyone could blame her for the uneven, panicked breaths that were coming in and out of her, and Jessica sounded like she was in her death rattles. Truth be told, the Violent Violet was not terribly far from that she felt, as Alicia's powerful thighs squeezed her as tightly as the earth squeezing carbon into diamonds. Pain warped her pretty face into a contorted, ugly one.

She couldn't think. That was the worst bit. Ordinarily, her mind would turn over, thinking of ways to escape the situation using her supreme tactical knowledge and acute instincts. But now, Jessica was not thinking. All she was focused on was surviving, really, and that was a very tall order at the moment.

The crowd loved it. The Big Bad Jessica Wright was now feeling the pinch in a way they almost never got to see. A swaggering would be badass was now in a vice grip, and she was really suffering. The audience howled, admonishing the redhead for finally giving the purple haired woman her comeuppance. And what a comeuppance it was.

Alicia was utterly deaf to the fans’ cheering. As far as she was concerned, there was her and there was Jessica and everyone else might as well not exist. The sole exception was the referee, lurking around in search of a tap that wasn’t forthcoming.

It was anyone’s guess how much longer this could have gone on. But, much as Alicia was enjoying herself here, the redhead had other ideas now about how she wanted to finish this match.

Pulsing her thighs one more time, intending the painful squeeze right on her ribs to paralyse Jessica, Alicia unlocked her ankles and shifted over to straddle her opponent instead. In the process, she took care to bounce her thick backside on the other woman’s abused midriff as hard as she could. Just to be spiteful.

With that done, the redhead went to scoot up Jessica’s body until her big thighs framed that hateful face. It occurred to her that maybe she ought to say something, some snappy pun or other, but she just didn’t care. Instead, reaching down to grab a handful of hair, Alicia would use that to try and pull Jessica’s face up tight between her legs before rolling over to the side and kicking her legs out, ankles instantly locking.

Exactly what Jessica had done to her on the beach and, in just the same way, Alicia fully intended to squeeze until Jessica was knocked out. That would be a fitting way to wrap this match up.

Jessica was breathing. It was so nice to breathe in the fresh crisp air of Canada. The Violent Violet felt as if she had been in the hold for an eternity, as the pain of the hold was still there. The residual pain paralyzed her, and ensured that Jessica would not have the freedom of movement she so desperately needed to escape the enraged redhead so as to avoid whatever torturous submission was coming next. Sure enough, Alicia shifted around, plopping all of her body weight right onto Jessica's stomach. The blow was not meant to seriously handicap her, she suspected, but it was rather annoying.

But it was not nearly as bad as what happened next. Alicia slipped her two powerful legs around Jessica head, and then put the squeeze on her noggin. Once again, Jessica grimaced with the tremendous head that now rocked her. The usually purple Jessica was turning a very sanguine color of red, and it looked as if her head might burst into a red mist from the force of the headscissors.

But Jessica pressed on. With her hands, she adjusted Alicia so that she was off of her. Then she started to try and ignore the grinding pain in her head, and get up. Progress was slow at first, as getting your head crushed was so rarely conducive to achieving victory. But still, she attempted to make both of them rise off of the floor.

Then she faltered. Her knee sank to the mat. Alicia's powerful thighs continued to press her, and temporarily Jessica could not deal with the pain. Every single breath was a struggle, and Jessica was doing all she could just to remain awake. Alicia was still hanging off of her like a parastic vine on a mighty oak tree, and Jessica wanted to do all sorts of bad things off of her. But she was just so pained...

A snarl of satisfaction escaped Alicia’s lips as she locked down on Jessica’s head. With her scissors coiled tight, it took her mere seconds to leave the Violet more of a Raspberry. If her bodyscissors was a match-ending hold, her headscissors were even worse.

Jessica seemed to know that and, almost immediately, she started moving. First, shifting Alicia onto her back and then, grasping the redhead by the waist, going to lift her up. Well, that could only lead to one thing and it wasn’t an option the kickboxer was willing to contemplate.

As Jessica went to stand, Alicia growled low in her throat, before throwing back her head and convulsively tightening her grip. She’d never know whether it was that or Jessica’s weakness or a combination of the two, but the other wrestler’s legs shook and Jessica dropped back down to one knee.

So much for that, even if the redhead was now left hanging off her opponent’s neck.

Refusing to let the change in positions bother her, Alicia planted her hands on the mat, almost as if she was performing a handstand. Adjusting her legs’ position minutely, she doubled down on the scissors, her thighs shredding into definition and her glutes tightening as she did her utmost to crack Jessica’s skull. Between her power and her weight now hanging off the Violent Violet, Alicia’s hold was even more dangerous – either Jessica got out soon or she never would.

Alicia intended to make sure that the second option was what came to pass.

There was retribution. There was always going to be retribution. She felt the squeeze get tighter as she was moving, and knew there was never going to be another way it went down. Alicia may have been simply trying to limit Jessica's options, and not allowing Jessica to get all the way up would surely factor into that decision. But Jessica did not think that. The Violent Violet reckoned that Alicia was one of those annoying types who believed that wrestling should be fair, and always wanted to have a good fight. What she had done at the beach did not really fit into Alicia's sense of what was right and wrong, probably, and this was supposed to be some punishment for that.

And it was punishment. Sweat dripped off of her nose, and her face was now dark red. She wanted to let every swear word she knew fly, but the absurd amount of pain in her head would not allow her. The Violent Violet gripped the belt of Alicia's pants as tightly as she could. She was going to have to get out of this hold in a hurry, or she was going to be forced to tap. Or more appropriately, get knocked out. Her pride was not going to let her tap.

So Jessica struggled upwards again. As much as she told herself it was easy, it was painfully obvious to all in attendance how much Jessica labored to even get back to one foot. Despite the herculean effort that it took, Jessica found one foot, and then the next. She was bent over nearly all the way now, but she was on her feet dammit, and that was precisely where she wanted, and needed, to be.

It was a simple deadlift, she told herself. And Alicia was not even that heavy. The tight bend in Jessica spine began to straighten as Jessica attempted to lift the redhead from the mat. She did not even have to get the redhead that far up, as she brought all her force back down to slam her opponent into the mat. The move was a quick, brutal one, borne out of desperation and fear. But when a woman as powerful as Jessica Wright pulled it off, few could doubt its efficacy.

As far as the crowd – and Alicia – were concerned, she had this in the bag. Alicia’s headscissors was a match-ending hold and she had it locked in nigh-perfectly, constricting Jessica’s neck and her jaw and her skull too. The angle might not be the best but, to make up for that, the redhead was putting as much force into it as she could.

Alicia kept squeezing, locking eyes with Jessica in silent denial of the other wrestler’s attempt to rise. With every second that ticked past, the Violent Violet’s face grew redder and redder and redder. Sooner rather than later, reality was going to crash down and Jessica with her.

But somehow, despite everything, Jessica kept moving. One foot, then the next. But she was doubled over, Alicia was fine. She did her best to stay deadweight, making the other woman work just to keep standing.

Very aware of the tremors racking Jessica’s normally sturdy frame, focused solely on crunching her skull, the redhead wasn’t entirely aware of how much danger she was in until she suddenly came crashing down again.

It was not a subtle move, not that Jessica Wright was known for her subtlety. It wasn’t even a particularly good try at a powerbomb, with pretty feeble elevation compared to what Jessica could have managed normally. Of course, there were also precious few people who’d be able to manage any sort of powerbomb with Alicia’s legs right around their skulls.

Immediately, Alicia’s scissors popped open, trying to arch her spine as the shock blasted through her. A cry of pain escaped her, her head shaking as she tried to clear out the sudden fugue clouding her senses.

Jessica nearly collapsed forward, straight onto Alicia. It was only through the power in her abs and her iron will that her momentum did not carry her forward, directly on top of her redheaded opponent. Slowly, agonizing, carefully she stood all the way up. Her face was starting to regain its color, and her heart was beginning to refill itself with rage. She stood only one small push from the edge during that match, and she knew that. Alicia had nearly pushed her to the breaking point.

Nearly. But Jessica was standing, and Alicia was on the mat, still in the throes of the impromptu powerbomb. She cracked her neck, left and right, and then set about going to work. For too long, this match had been undignified and on the ground, playing into Alicia's strength. The Violent Violet had tolerated about as much of that as she would take.

So she resolved to turn it into a Jessica Wright style fight. Her nostrils flared, and she raised a mighty leg up. Then she brought it own, with all of the force she could muster. Stomp after stomp rained down on the British woman, and Jessica did not particularly care where they landed. She was mad, and this conveyed her exact emotional state than any word possibly could have. This was going to be a street fight, plain and simple. That was what happened when someone royally pissed her off.

Temporarily wiped out by the powerbomb, Alicia was finding that Jessica’s pure power had more than made up for the limited elevation. It wasn’t the worst thing she’d felt but it’d had shaken her considerably, leaving her on her back and about as vulnerable as she’d ever been in this match.

At first, the lack of another body on top of hers didn’t ring any alarm bells. It wasn’t until the instant before the first stomp hit home that Alicia started to wonder what Jessica was up to. Where she was. Why she wasn’t in pain.

And then she was in pain, the first stomp hitting her in her midriff, off centre of her belly button. More and more followed, all over her, Jessica stomping at her legs, her arms, her head…

Instinctively, the big redhead brought her hands up to shield her head, doing her best to curl into a tight ball for protection. Each hit was greeted with a grunt of pain, the only solace that Jessica’s rage was being spread across her body rather than focused on one point. That could have been much more dangerous. As it was, Alicia did her best to stay sane, waiting for a chance to hopefully grab Jessica’s leg and pull it out from under her.

Either that’d give her a chance to get back to her own feet, put them back on even footing, or maybe lock in another submission. Given the twin scissors in rapid succession, her opponent’s neck and midsection had to be feeling pretty damn battered right now. How much more could Jessica take?

She needed that positive thought to keep going, the flood of attacks hammering at her will to continue as much as at her body.