AV 16: Jessica Wright vs. Alicia Wells

Stomp after stomp rained in on Alicia. She thought it would feel good, liberating even, but there was no catharsis to be had for the Violent Violet. She was not the headliner, she was not the main subject of the magazine story, she was not in the match for the belt. A host of problems plagued her, and the monkey on her back could not be gotten off by simply stomping her problems away. It was never that easy, and she knew it was never going to be that easy. But still, she had to try.

Just as Alicia had to try, for her part. She put her defenses up, for what little that was worth, and the stomps subsided. Jessica took a few steps back, and tried to appraise the situation. The redhead was down on the ground, and had just been stomped pretty badly. Jessica was on her feet, but had just had the living crap squeezed out of what felt like her whole body. Without thinking, Jessica pitched forward, ready to begin the assault anew.

Only this time, she would be a bit more tactical. Jessica jumped up and extended her knee. Her hard knee would hopefully impact that stomach of Alicia's, and cause even more damage to the same part she just stomped the crap out of. Fury burned in her eyes, and her short purple hair flew backwards. Jessica was poetry in motion, with her muscles bulging and chest heaving.

And as soon as she landed, she would roll forward. This move was a solid one, but there were greater things on the horizon. For the most part, she just wanted to let this move serve as a bridge between the stomps and what she was planning on doing next. She turned, to see if Alicia would do the smart thing, and stay down.

Before she had a chance to go for the leg, Jessica stopped stomping. Alicia stayed curled up, partly out of a suspicion that she was being tricked and partly because that was just plain easier for the moment. Movement would follow, but she didn’t want to strain any abused muscles by pushing them too hard.

And, again, she didn’t trust Jessica to just let her up.

Her instincts were proven right when she then took a knee to the side of her belly, just below the ribs. Fortunately, it was from the front side and missed her liver but it still did a good job of knocking the wind out of her sails.

Her opponent rolled through, leaving the gasping redhead behind her.

In a fight, Alicia had never- no, that wasn’t true. Actually, she was often one for doing the smart thing. To her, the risk of injury was something to be measured, considered and never rushed into. If she lost a match, there’d always be another one.

That said, here she was in no immediate danger or risk of serious injury. Not to mention that, for the first time in her AFW career, Alicia had a personal reason to keep on going.

Drawing strength from her cold fury to overcome the paralysing effect of the knee, the redhead was already up on one knee as Jessica turned around. Her breathing might be ragged but she was up and her purple eyes were boring a hateful hole through the Violet Violet.

If Jessica though that’d be enough to put her down, the other wrestler had another thing coming.

No, she did not do the smart thing. The roar of the crowd, cheering on their folk hero did little for Jessica's mood. Alicia had managed to curl up, and avoid most of the blow, but all of Jessica's weight flying down on anyone would surely be enough to keep someone on the mat. As it turned out, Alicia was not just anyone though, and she was rising from the white canvas, her hair shimmering in the arena's lights like the dawn itself.

And that royally pissed Jessica off. But if she could not fight the rise, the least she could do was harness it. The Violent Violet got up and advanced on her opponent, betting on the fact that she was still too hurt from the stomps and the knee to seriously hinder what Jessica wanted to do, even if she was in the process of oh so fucking valiantly getting up.

She grabbed that red hair of Alicia's, and attempted to neatly tuck Alicia's head right onto her hip. From there, it was two steps forward and one drop, for a nice little DDT which would surely bring an end to all of those annoying funny little ideas Alicia kept having.

Alicia’s movements at that point were basically limited to getting up. The stomps hadn’t done permanent, match-lasting damage to any one point, but they’d bruised enough muscles that the redhead was just plain slower than usual.

Not to mention of course the general wear and tear of a battle against someone like Jessica and, particularly, that knee. She was definitely moving upwards at a steady pace. From one knee, it wasn’t that far to having both feet under her and there was still plenty of mileage in her tank yet.

On the other hand, she wasn’t on her feet yet and Jessica was going to be closing the distance between them before Alicia achieved standing position let alone any sort of guard.

The result was that the redhead didn’t put up any meaningful opposition as Jessica snagged her by the hair and secured her head. The best she could manage was to slam a spiteful punch into the side of the Violent Violet’s body right before her head was spiked into the canvas courtesy of that DDT.

This time, when Alicia’s body stopped twitching and she rolled onto her side into a ball, the redhead did not immediately start to rise.

A lashing punch hit her side as she was going through the move. It made her wince and furrow her brow, but that was it. The blow came from a weird angle and without the needed body control to follow through, so it did not harm Jessica enough for her to let go of her opponent. But it did annoy the crap out of Jessica, and when she finished with the move she glared down at her opponent below her. The DDT was a good one, and left Alicia in a ball when all was said and done.

Yet that did not satisfy Jessica. She would not be satisfied until the biggest title of them all was around her waist, and Alicia just happened to be an unlucky opponent of hers. The redhead could have been just like all those other girls at AFW who ducked into closets when Jessica passed through, but she just had to go and try and make a name for herself. She did not realize that Jessica was the star of every show she was in, and not deferring to her during the photoshoot was perhaps the worst crime she could have possibly done. In Jessica's book, at least.

So Jessica got up, having resolved that she would visit her terrible frustration upon the redhead in front of her. She bent down and grabbed Alicia brusquely and with both hands. In a jerky fashion, she attempted to wrench the British woman to her feet, and bend her over a little bit. One hand grabbed the hem of those ridiculous shorts of Alicia's and one arm remained around Alicia's neck.

And from there, it was straight up. She called it a Fujita Five, in honor of all the devastating tornadoes that ripped across the Iowan plains. Most other people called it a delayed vertical suplex. The Violent Violet would try to keep Alicia suspended in the air for a few seconds, to show off her incredible strength. And from those vaunted and dizzying heights, it could be a terribly long way down.

Alicia wasn’t aware of Jessica glaring down at her, beyond the obvious awareness that her opponent was close, but if she had been she wouldn’t have cared. As far as the redhead was concerned, this was all on Jessica. She was the one who’d thrown a tantrum just because she wasn’t able to hog the cover and it was the Violent Violet was seemingly dead set on ruining what could have been a very fun fight. So, no, Alicia’s sympathy for Jessica would have been in negative figures at this point and nothing the American was thinking about would have changed that.

Again, however, she was busy being in pain. She wasn’t given much of a chance to recover either, before Jessica ripped her back to standing in a display of brute force. The redhead had no choice but to comply, stumbling to her feet at the insistent pulling and remaining doubled over at Jessica’s insistence.

And then her feet weren’t under her anymore, Alicia suffering from a sudden dose of severe vertigo as Jessica wrenched her up to a fully inverted position. If the redhead had been planning resistance, that would have put those plans on hold - a combination of the blood rushing to her head and the awareness that the wrong drop could break her neck freezing her in place. The few seconds Jessica kept her aloft genuinely felt like they would never end and, in many ways, the impact was a relief.

Which wasn’t to deny that it hurt. But Alicia was used to pain, could cope with pain. She groaned, a spasm running through her body, and was then still.

Jessica was falling backwards, with Alicia in tow. It seemed as if the whole ring shook when the duo slammed into the mat, and the loud impact reverberated around the stadium several times. A muted cheer burst forth. Even the fairest of fans had to admit that the move was a really solid one, and there were a few amongst the milieu who supported her more 'aggressive' style of fighting. The Violent Violet popped up, buoyed by the massive amount of damage she had just caused the redhead. She fist-pumped, and the look on her face could only be described as one of triumph.

There were a bunch of moves in her arsenal, and she knew that one hurt, a lot. A few girls back in the indies had done it on her, and she made sure to get her payback on each and every one of them. Alicia's transgressions were not even that major, in the grand scheme of things, but Jessica was far past the point of reason. Her reptilian hindbrain had taken over now, and when she blinked it was a great surprise to everyone that her pupils had not elongated up and down to resemble a snake's.

No, she was still human. A human that understood things like revenge and irony. With a wry smile, she lowered herself to the ground, right next to the redhead. Reckoning that the awesome power of the slam would leave Alicia just sedate enough to pull another trick from her bag, Jessica shifted Alicia around a bit, so she could slide her strong leg under Alicia's midsection.

And then she clamped down, hard. The bodyscissors came without warning, and without mercy. It was fitting, she supposed, that Alicia would eventually succumb to the thing that she most frequently employed against her foes. Hell, it had been applied to Jessica earlier in the match. So it was with specific enmity that she squeezed her foe, locking her ankles to ensure as much pressure as humanly possible.

The Fujita Five, a name Alicia neither knew nor cared about, had certainly had its effect on the kickboxer and then some. Even the noise of the fans was a dim dream, one that wouldn’t have interested her even if she’d still been fully aware.

Deep down, her brain was fully aware that more pain would be coming. Soon, no doubt. But there was the minor issue that her brain was also presently dealing with being slammed into the mat. And, even if it hadn’t been, there was the other minor issue that her body wasn’t responding even when she could try to think.

So, it was almost as if it was happening to someone else as she saw Jessica sitting down beside her, her body being raised just enough for the other wrestler to secure her in a very familiar hold.

And then came the pressure.

Alicia came back to life with a harsh groan as Jessica’s legs closed around her midriff. The Violent Violet’s thighs were perhaps not a match for her own awesome power but more than enough to put a significant dent into the redhead’s belly. That was leaving her feeling vaguely nauseous, not to mention the effect it was having on her breathing, but Alicia refused to panic. She refused to give Jessica the satisfaction.

Screwing her eyes closed for a moment, she forced them open with an effort, tilting her head to stare Jessica down.

”Best… you’ve got?”

Jessica's legs were not as big or as strong as Alicia's. She very much doubted that anyone in the world had legs that were as big and strong as Alicia's. The redhead must have been able to squat an elephant. But Jessica was incredibly powerful in her own right, and had the smarts and wherewithal to bring her strength to bear in the most painful possible way. The Violent Violet was really enjoying having Alicia in this particular hold, when the British woman had to go and ruin it.

She took notice of Alicia turning her head. The fact that she had to all but force her eyes open gave her great satisfaction, but what came next filled her with some inexplicable emotion. Now, even now, Alicia was taunting her. The look on Jessica's face went from one of exertion to one cracked with rage. Jessica doubled down on the force of the bodyscissors, testing her limits like they had never been tested before.

A wry smile then played across her lips. This woman probably thought she was making some sort of badass statement by taunting her, trying to get her all riled up, maybe even playing to the cameras. But she had no idea what she was getting into. There was almost no limit to the savagery Jessica was willing to commit, and if Alicia wanted to see it, Jessica was more than willing to show it to her.

And Jessica squeezed and squeezed and squeezed, with no signs of relenting even a little. Her fists were balled now, as if that had any effect on the proceedings. She was staring at Alicia intently the whole time, waiting eagerly for the redhead to tap.

Under any other circumstances, Alicia would be tapping. Would have already been tapping, because she firmly believed that pride wasn’t ever worth injury. But these were not any other circumstances. This was a woman she was rapidly coming to hate, trying to use her own signature hold to humiliate her, and that was just not something Alicia would stand.

Of course, just hanging on was taking incredible willpower. Jessica’s thighs bulged with muscle, her quads and hamstrings rippling as she bore down on Alicia’s midsection as if she wanted to slice the redhead in two. If she didn’t match Alicia in strength or technique in the bodyscissors, it wasn’t through lack of trying.

To put it simply – Jessica Wright’s bodyscissors was likely the most painful and powerful Alicia had ever endured and she was only hanging on through grim determination.

And she knew from past experience that sooner or later her determination would crack. Or her ribs would; the only question would be which cracked first.

The first thing she needed to do was turn to face Jessica. And then she needed to roll the Violent Violet over, a movement that – if she managed it properly – would force the other wrestler’s ankles apart.

If she did it perfectly, it’d also give her a chance to hook Jessica’s legs back into a Boston Crab.