Lea Vs Jessica Wright - Brutal Beginnings

There exist certain submission holds in wrestling that weirdly enough require little submission expertise. Hell, there were some holds that even favoured traits other than that of a submission master. The ankle lock for example; the fact Jessica was stacked and dense as hell meant that such a simple twisting hold was immensely painful, compared to the most likely average pain Lea would be experiencing had she been facing a smaller, technical sort. She was just bending her ankle after all.

The twist didn't last for ever, mostly in part of the Violets preference to seemingly cause some quick damage rather force some wear and tear. Hobbling for but a few seconds, Lea found herself dragged to her feet; hands pushing up simply in an effort to save some of her golden locks from being ripped out, before she found herself on two feet.

Preparing to turn and throw a hook that would of felled anyone else, Lea instead found a kick to her own iron abs for her troubles, before the blonde could even swing her fist in. Coughing as the arm previously swinging round for the hook instead came into tend to the wounded mark, Lea found her hair once more gripped in a headlock of sorts, before force and momentum found its way into the mix.

Her free hand going to Jessica's back simply because it felt natural, Lea would find her face eating canvas as the Violet drove her forward; the awkward angle of the fall too hurting her upper frame, ironically for a moment now mushrooming the blondes own assets.

Jessica had no idea what she was worried about. The Violent Violet had faced down crazy women before and was 90% of the way to crazy herself. It didn't matter that this blonde woman always had that insane smile on her face, or that she was nearly as muscled as Jessica. The only thing that mattered was that she was the best, and she would always be the best. If she had to go through this blonde girl to prove it, she would. Hell, she would relish the opportunity to smack this woman around. This blonde girl was a rookie, after all.

So Jessica stood up and shrugged at the crowd. The sudden turn of events hushed them, and Jessica sought to ensure their silence further. No, big bad Jessica was not going to falter tonight. A look of concentration crossed her face as she turned around to face Lea once more. Jessica's hiney was hurting from the combo, but she was sure Lea was hurting a lot more. The Violent Violet sought to push Lea downward further into the depths of true pain.

She bent down, acutely aware of the photographers snapping photos of her cleavage, and grabbed Lea's hair once more. The ref girl did not even bother thinking about reproaching her, and Jessica would not have accepted it if she had. Jessica felt she was more of an authority in the ring, especially after the combo she had just applied to Lea, and she was going to exert her jurisdiction further.

After she had gotten Lea all the way up, she bent down a bit and grabbed the blonde girl's hip. Those who had seen Jessica's matches before knew what was coming next, and all the neophytes would soon find out. She attempted to lift her opponent up high into the air for a delayed vertical suplex. Jessica didn't have to keep her up there for long, but she did it anyways. She wanted the crowd to know how strong she was, but more importantly she wanted Lea to reckon just how painful it would be.

And when she came down, she came down hard.

If Lea could read minds, she would of tore her leg off just to get free to pummel the violet haired beauty. She was a rookie of course, this was her debut match after all. But to consider such as a hindrance; to look down on her because of it? The match would of most likely been halted out of fear of pure bloodshed, on either side. Her face still in the canvas, Lea again sought to bring her hands to her side once more to assume a push-up posture; albeit this time noticeably slower given her skull had just taken a hell of a hit. Not that such a speed mattered, as Jessica pressed her assault before she could even move her hands.

Hoisted up yet again via her golden locks, Lea would this time feel a pure burning sensation in her scalp. Jessica wasn't balding her yet, but Lea's main was borderline struggling, especially given that firmness of her foes grapple. On her feet, she'd find herself positioned quickly and perfectly, before Jessica hoisted her up like a prize for all to see.

A smart wrestler would have placed her hand to Jessica's thigh to aid in the lift; not to aid in her foe slamming her, but more prevent a botched attempt that could have inadvertently driven Lea's head more painfully into the canvas. Lea did no such thing; not that it mattered, as her figure was held aloft with pure strength on the violets part. The blood rushing to her head as she was held high in the sky, breasts threatening to not only pop from her outfit but damn near slam into her chin, Lea slowly brought her hand up to Jessica's throat. She was careful with her pace; if she rushed into latching her hand, she may destabilise the woman holding her and again risk being dropped awkwardly.

Such an attempt at a throttle was made redundant, as Lea found her spine hitting the canvas with such force, she damn near sat up from the shock of the pain.

Before falling right flat back to the canvas, of course.

Jessica stood up immediately once more. The woman was nothing but muscles and curves, and that slam in particular hurt like hell. She knew that. Her dad did that to her while she was still a teen, and she had tasted more than her fair share of the slam wrestling up and down the Midwest. That was where she earned her chops. That was where she went became a prime wrestler, unlike this woman who was just making her debut now. She sneered down at the woman before taking a few steps around her, forming a semi-circle around the blonde. Jessica knew she had time. The blonde seemed tough, sure, but that move was a big one.

She had her arms out wide for the crowd. Are you not entertained? Is this not what you wanted? How can you not look upon this and tell me that it is wrong? All her questions were asked with a shrug and a cruel look on her face. The Violent Violet was feeling confident now. She had more than earned that right, not only here and now, beating down Lea, but as a whole. She had lost, sure, but when she won she fucking embarrassed girls, ripping into them right down to their very cores.

But Jessica wasn't done yet. Jessica recognized that she could probably go for a pin now, but she didn't want to. There was no kill like overkill, and Jessica was not entirely sure that Lea had gotten the message as much as she needed to. She bent down one more time, and in this instance avoiding that pretty blonde hair of Lea's. No, she wanted more this time, and she was confident that she was going to get it.

One hand went to Lea's crotch, and the other went to Lea's shoulder. The match had wearied her, but Jessica was brimming with malintent. Her furious hatred of this woman spurred her forward, and Jessica attempted to deadlift Lea straight from the mat. The impressive feat of strength paled into comparison with what came next. Jessica tried to keep Lea aloft once more, to display her to the crowd. Sweat dripped from every pore, and her heart beat fast, but Jessica was smiling from ear to ear.

In large part because she knew what was going to happen next. Jessica threw Lea down and forward, summoning all her strength to punish this blonde woman who had the temerity to try and win against her.

Flat to her back, Lea merely waited for the time to pounce; opting to gather strength and breath whilst she watched the Violet haired beauty boast to the crowd. She used the sight to her advantage too; rage building even more so beneath those bared teeth as she was forced to bare witness to such a mocking moment. She'd merely tap her clenched knuckles against the mat repeatedly, increasing the force in said motion as she forced herself to stay placid.

Patience, Lea. Patience.

When Jessica came to capitalise on her beaten pray, Lea had every plan set in place to turn the tables against her foe and wipe that smug grin right off her cunt face. Then again, Lea wasn't exactly expecting Jessica to choose such a move to hit her with; deadlifting her off the canvas with relative ease.

Lea was more than aware that given Jessica's body and status she was capable of such. She just damn well didn't want to believe such a thing would happen there and then.

Hoisted up via a gorilla press, Lea found her face turning a pure shade of red with anger as Jessica returned the exact same lift she had performed earlier. Latching her hands to Jessica's shoulders, she had every faith Jessica wouldn't buckle and drop her like some weakling. She just fully planned for the landing to be more in her favour than the Violet expected.

Throwing forward, Lea would try to tuck her head underneath her shoulders as she came towards the canvas. She'd still land hard, but she'd instantly roll onto her back, loosening some of that hard impact and bringing her arms wide. Gasping at the still noteworthy pain, she'd bring a hand slowly to the bottom rope next to her.

No matter what Jessica did to her, Lea was absolutely determined not to give her the satisfaction of looking at her downed body yet again.

Jessica flexed. The crowd thought it was for them, but they would be foolish to think so. No, Jessica was doing it for herself. Lea was not an easy woman to hoist into the air, let alone deadlift straight from the mat, but the Violent Violet had done both and made it look easy. She quickly strutted around the ring as if the title belt had just been placed around her waist. For the moment, Jessica was the queen of the world, prancing and swaggering and silently boasting. Her confidence was unmatched, and the evil grin on her face showed what sort of intent she had for the blonde woman.

After a quick minute of acting like she was the toughest bitch on the planet, her thoughts returned to her opponent. Lea had already come to know the sheer power Jessica had. Now it was time for her to be taught a lesson, and a rather humiliating one at that. The audience came here to see not only violence, but sex, and Jessica intended to give them both in spades.

Jessica trotted over and bent to her task once more. This time, she had no intention of hurting Lea, at least not physically. What she was going for was the emotional anguish, the real feeling you get when a bigger, stronger woman degrades you in front of thousands of screaming fans. Jessica grabbed a handful of that pretty red wrestling costume of Lea's, and ripped at the fabric on the right side, hoping to expose Lea's ample chest for the whole world to see.

Patience...Patience...

Words echoing through Lea's mind became even harder to abide by as Jessica again taunted the woman, flaunting her guns and strutting around as if it was a mistake Lea had even stepped in front of the ring with her. She simply focused on the matter at hand, which was raising up at her slow determined pace. Even though part of her wanted to lunge at Jessica with her currently unsteady feet, and likely try to do nothing less of near literally ripping that smug look off her face.

Somehow, the blonde managed to tame her anger, now on her feet ready to deal with whatever Jessica threw at her. Only, she didn't exactly get a response she was expecting.

Well. Most certainly not one she was expecting.

Her arms crossed in front of her shoulder blades in preparation for a grapple, Lea simply could but watch as Jessica's hands instead went straight to her fabric. One swift forceful pull was all that was needed, and before Lea could even respond, her large chest was laid out for all to see.

The ruckus in the room from both cheers and jeers directly mostly at Jessica had completely faded, as the atmosphere turned beyond tense. The fact Lea's outfit was a one piece risked the whole thing coming from her, leaving her at risk of being nude. Luckily, somewhat, the fact that the outfit was beyond tightly equipped to the girl, meant that the fabric surrounding her back and stomach stayed latched on, almost as if the sweat beneath the blondes pale skin was a glue of sorts.

The mute's eyes slowly rolled downwards, apparently in an effort to comprehend what the hell just happened. Given her expression, one might assume the Violet had just pulled a knife from behind her back and straight up stabbed the debuting star. And truth be told, given the rage that was about to erupt from Lea, Jessica might of wished she had.

Hands latching to Jessica's shoulders, Lea would let loose a practically inhumane scream as she threw her head forward with such force, that she herself could of been rendered dull from it. Evidently, such did not matter, as she seemingly opted to try to crack Jessica's skull wide open.

Fuck patience.

Now was high time for Jessica to begin really having fun. This blonde girl who clearly thought she could hang with her had just been humiliated in one of the worst ways. The manic smile was the first hint that this girl was a lunatic, but the fact that she thought she could hang with women like Jessica Wright all but confirmed that she basically had a death wish. The Violent Violet was ready to heap new and more painful abuses upon the lunatic blonde when everything changed.

Like a jump scare in a bad horror flick, Lea's arms found their way to Jessica's shoulders, but Jessica did not jump. She had been touched and held in worse places by worse women. No, that did not bother her in the slightest. What did bother her was the ear-shattering scream that Lea belted out that caused Jessica to close her eyes and cover her ears. Things just got worse for Jessica, as she felt Lea's skull slamming into hers, causing her forehead to explode with pain and her to stumble back and blink a few times.

This woman still had some fight in her. That was terribly annoying. Jessica was now a few feet from her opponent, and the happiness that she had won for herself by exposing Lea proved fleeting. There were no laurels to rest on anymore. It was no matter. Jessica was still going to win and dominate. She trudged forward with murder in her heart, aiming to send a few stomps down to her opponent to ensure her pliability.

It was right to presume that given the force Lea had applied she'd be the one worse off, and then some, but such a fact didn't matter to the mad blonde.

She wanted blood.

Seeing her own at this point would only fuel her.

Albeit, somehow, neither woman was busted over from the manoeuvre. The violet had but stumbled back, whilst the blonde immediately found herself bent over, trying to shake what sense she could back into her skull. The pain was immense, her forehead near instantly a shade of red as those soulless eyes blinked at what could of been a hundred times a minute. Still, she couldn't take the time to soothe the pain.

She simply couldn't. And she damn well refused to.

Spotting the movement of those thick thighs towards her, Lea would be damned if Jessica was to capitalise on an attack she performed. Using her bent posture to her advantage, Lea would burst forward, mostly blindly given the state of her flickering eyelids. Arms going low, she'd try to take Jessica off her feet with a simple double leg take down.

Albeit, as many in the arena suspected by now, if Lea actually managed to achieve such a dominant position straddling her foe, the results would be violent, to put it mildly!

The scream and the headbutt had shaken her, but neither cowered her. After all, Jessica was the swaggering, dominating, unstoppable leader of the whole damn division, title belt or no. This was a rookie, and Jessica had just exposed her breast. Despite the pain in her head, she was in a dominating position; she was standing, and her opponent was on the ground. Stomps weren't even the most technical move anyways, and they would surely put Jessica in the best possible position to bring this whole thing home.

Jessica's supreme confidence started to crack when Lea pounced on her like a tiger. The Violent Violet was not ready for a monster of a woman like Lea to just leap on her, and was consequently taken down with extreme prejudice. Her eyes closed with pain when her backside roughly graced the mat, and when she opened them again, she was in a very vulnerable position.

Lea was right on top of her, straddling her, looking as crazy as ever. None of those things individually meant anything good for her, but taken in their totally, Jessica was totally screwed. She was a fighter down to the core though, and brought her hands up to try and defend herself from this vicious woman's attacks.