Lea Vs Jessica Wright - Brutal Beginnings

The tumble on top of the Violent Violet served an added perk besides Lea mounting that powerful figure. In-amidst the clawing and pushing to gain position, Lea was given a brief respite with that aching head of hers. After all, she wasn't exactly shoving Jessica down with it.

Landing atop of Jessica, the positioning of the two led to a moment that could of been mistaken for heated. Given Lea's own nose was briefly but a inch away from Jessica's, not to mention the fact the blonde still had the vast majority of her upper body on show, the position if given to anyone else, could of been described as 'awkward.'

Albeit, neither involved likely considered it that.

Especially Lea, who had already pulled her top half away, arm raised up high with fist clenched as if she was calling lightning with it, before she tried to bring it down.

Right into Jessica's good looks.

It must have been a fearsome sight. Two women struggling mightily for dominance over one another, both of them in their physical primes. The clash of muscle on muscle must have been awe inspiring for all those watching on, at least partly because Lea was exposed. But Jessica was exposed too, in her own way. The blonde had her legs around Jessica, and had the drop on her too.

The Violent Violet tried to get her hands up in time, but the crazed woman was faster. Lea brought her forearm down right across Jessica's face, and the reverberating crack rang out across the arena. Her face exploded with pain, and the Violent Violet gave out a bit of a yelp.

The pain rocking her face indicated that she would not be rising very soon. As much as she hated to admit it, at the moment she was easy prey.

Connecting that forearm to that rightfully smug face felt good.

Damn good.

And it showed too, as Lea would bring her arms wide with knuckles clenched, bringing her face up to the ceiling as she let loose a berserker like cry, eyes clenching shut as it became apparent to all in the arena just how insane, possibly-unhinged this woman was. The features of her face did not change as she brought her eyes back down to the stunned Jessica, intent on finishing off the prey she had just brought down. Eyes wide, panting and snarling as if half beast, Lea opted to put the age old saying into practice.

If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

Something Lea aimed to demonstrate, when she brought down bare knuckle over and over onto her fallen foe. She didn't care where on Jessica they landed, or how much weight her blows carried, albeit she showed preference with the former by aiming those wild savage strikes around Jessica's good looks.

She simply wanted to hit Jessica. Alot.

'Nuff said.

Jessica had been cracked in the face before. Probably around a thousand times now, all things considered. Her brothers had hit her, her dad hat hit her, all the women she had wrestled with and sparred with had hit her, and she had probably gotten a few more licks here and there along the way. But she could not honestly recall the last time she had been hit exactly like this. The Violent Violet felt as if every single blow that came down on her was liable to crack her skull open. Jessica was known for her fighting prowess far more than she was known for her good looks, which was fortunate: a few more blows like these, and she would not be good looking for very much longer.

Finally, after pain had firmly lodged itself into her skull, Jessica sought it prudent to start defending herself. It was hard though. She could barely see through the swelling and the tears that came when one was punched in the face a bunch of times, which spoke nothing of the incredible duress she was in. The Violent Violet could not rely on her strength, her experience, or even her proclivity to cheat.

No, Jessica was relying on pure instinct at this point. Guided by something beyond her, she reached up and groped the air until she caught one of Lea's fists. It was hard and firm in her hand, much like her own fist when it was balled with raise. With her free arm, she would reach up and attempt to give Lea a bit of a shove. It wasn't a long term solution, but it might stop the bleeding, so to speak.

Jessica's shove wasn't so much needed per-say to halt Lea's deadly barrages, given the blonde was tiring of her own accord. Rather, Lea would correct herself after the Violets forceful shove, if but to sit on her foes impressive abs a moment longer. She'd halted her beating of the woman's skull, but held her fists in clench yet still, before bringing them out wide. Leaning her head back with eyes catching the ceiling, the blonde would release an almost inhumane roar at her ever so brief defiance, as if she was a gorilla having just killed a rival alpha.

Panting soon after, she'd finally arise, hands using Jessica's curvaceous chest as a platform to push upon, inadvertently once more making the beauties heavy set mushroom within that one piece. Once she was on her knees, she'd latch her hands in between the thick locks of her foes short bob, intending to slowly but firmly drag Jessica up with her. Her teeth bared all the while as she breathed those psychotic breathes, she'd be sure to focus purely on dragging the Violet to her feet and keep her within her grasp, as ever completely overconfident as to the point she didn't even bother making effort to restrain those arms which had already caused her serious pain.

Her knuckles still hurt immensely, which was reason enough for the blonde to be confident her foe would at least remain placid for the time being.

Jessica had a hard time believing that she did not get knocked into some hallucinogenic state. As far as she could tell, her push had halted the attack. That was fine, the weird part came a second later when Lea threw her head back and roared as if there was something seriously wrong with her. The Violent Violet had her fists up, but something stopped her from throwing them. Confusion for sure stopped her, but she felt as if there was something else there too.

It didn't matter. Lea was on the move. She planted her hand right on Jessica's tits to prop herself up. As if that wasn't humiliating enough, Lea grabbed Jessica's hair to pull her up. She hated that. It took this event from a wrestling match between to professionals back to the school yard, where hormonal bitches got into a catfight about stupid shit. There were overt signs of disrespect, such as the roar, but then there was this one.

Jessica was brought to her feet, and she was sure as hell not happy about it. The Violent Violet pushed her away to get her off of her, then took a step forward to get her in range. She would then send a whopper of a punch towards Lea's taut abs, letting her know that the punches could bend her, but they could not break her.

Lea's wish was, in a odd way granted. Jessica offered little resistance upon the rise, just like she hoped, the results making Lea's sadistic smile grow as ever. Only, the moment Jessica was on her own two feet, she gave the blonde a stern shove.

It seemed Lea had to be more specific with her desires.

Still grunting with that grin attached, she'd move to reaffirm her grip on her prey. Only, it seemed Jessica decided she needed considerably more discoloured abs. Roaring at the first strike, she'd try her best at a boxer-esque defence, bringing her arms up in-front of her more vulnerable and strike-able mug, as her abs tried to tense to meet those solid fists. There was only a limited amount of time one could withstand strikes from Jessica without falling to ones knees, a fact made clear as Lea began to slowly back into the corner behind her.

Sadistic grin hidden behind those arms.

Each hit slammed home. Lea's abs felt good against Jessica's fists, and it was always nice to hit something a little bit meaty. Jessica's mouth was open, and she was breathing really hard. One blow came in, then the next, then the next. But Jessica knew that this was never going to drop Lea, and get her on the mat on Jessica's terms. It felt good, but the Violent Violet recognized that she was going to have to switch things up if she wanted to leave the arena with a win.

Jessica's purple eyes rose up to meet Lea's, and an idea sprung forth. She went for a hard right hook, but this was just a feint. Jessica just wanted to build up enough torque to bring the rest of her body around, spinning in a tight circle and then lashing out with a spinning kick. Lea was a tough egg to crack, but Jessica had little doubt that she could get through.

After all, she was Jessica, and this blonde girl was just a rookie. A strong rookie, but a rookie nonetheless. Lea would surely get the message that Jessica was not to be trifled with when Jessica broke her defenses apart and put her on the canvas.

Lea was crazy, no doubt, but even she knew that taking strikes from Jessica Wright with no clear counter ready was a sure fire way to ensure you lose your debut. Lea had one, but it was a matter of whether she could reach the corner still standing. Unable to move too fast for fear of her opponent using the space to build momentum, nor too slow for fear of Jessica simply abandoning her strikes and opting to return to grappling the blonde, Lea had to for perhaps the first time in her life, tread carefully.

All the while, each and every heavy strike made the blonde roar out, her entire frame shaking. Her great bare set would be inadvertently made to bounce, despite the fact that her arms were now taking the brunt of the impact.

Such was the force of her foe.

As her back heel hit the bottom corner behind her, Lea knew it was now or never in terms of making a move. If she didn't, Jessica would simply end her. She had literally cornered herself, after all.

Lowering her arms, Lea would aim to step to her foes side for what she could, forearms already shooting low for a grasp. What she had in mind was tricky, especially for Lea, yet exceptionally brutal. Her foes spin in an attempt to roundhouse kick the rookie into next week would miraculously aid her, as Lea was given access to the part of Jessica Wright she sought.

Her back.

Grasping in a reverse waist lock, Lea would straighten up as she aimed to quickly bring her own back in the direction of the corner. Heaving the Violent Violet up with an absolute ear-shattering roar, Lea would aim to perform a move that was describable as a German suplex. Only, the blonde had every intention for an outcome differing from Jessica's shoulders hitting the mat.

Rather, she was aiming to have the back of Jessica's head absolutely obliterate the top of the turnbuckle behind her!

Fuck. Lea got around her kick, much to Jessica's dismay. This could have been the set up for the grand finale, to put this crazy girl away, but Lea managed to slip off to her side. It was fine, though. Kicks missed, and attacks did not work, and Jessica always got back on the horse. The problem was, Lea had other plans. Two rough hands found her waist, and Jessica began twisting and turning to get out of it. Her protests were in vain, however, as the crazed blonde woman managed to lift her up and over.

Jessica grimaced as she was still in the air. She knew wherever she landed, it would be painful. But she did not anticipate on the fall being this painful. Jessica's head smashed into the turnbuckle, yielding a pained yell from her. Jessica was seeing stars before she even hit the mat, which she did soon afterwards. The rest of her body then flopped down, and Jessica lay there in the corner.

The fact that Lea had her chest exposed did not matter. The fact that Jessica had gotten in tons of offense did not matter. The fact that the crowd was shrieking with joy at the Violent Violet finally getting punished did not matter. The only thing that mattered was the pounding pain she felt in her head, and the fact that the pain all but stopped her from moving. A quiet groan escaped her lips. It was hard to recall another time when her head hurt this much.