Lea Vs Jessica Wright - Brutal Beginnings

Comparisons of the body and beauty had long since passed in the mind of the sadistic blonde who had nothing but vengeance on her mind. Jessica could of been the greatest beauty in all of Japan, or the most lethal fighter in all the world. Lea's response would of been the same. Vengeance for stripping her so.

With the aforementioned bare chest of the blonde pressing against the Violent Violets own for the briefest of seconds via the grappling of her foe, Lea's manic glare would meet the crowd as Jessica would be forced to crouch via the application of knee to gut. The space occupied by Jessica's mug now free, Lea couldn't help but smirk with her eyes wide at the crowd behind her, seemingly enjoying her malicious advantage now gained.

Of course, the fact that Jessica was such a beauty was not forgotten by Lea, if but a fact simply pushed to the side for the moment. Jessica's gorgeous physique and good looks if anything made the torture by Lea all the more demented; given that every few seconds, it became painfully obvious that Lea's eyes were not being at all shy up and down her foes physique. Ever keen to get a hand on the goods she had been glaring at so, Lea would look to slide around the beauty, so that her own impressive bare chest was mushrooming somewhat to her back. Wrapping her arms as if the two were lovers, Lea would apparently seek to apply yet another impromptu manoeuvre, albeit one that was most certainly beneficial in it's own unique way. If anything, it was painful to the Violet's psyche.

Whilst at the same time, pleasing as hell to the audience before her.

With her right arm hooking and grabbing the left wrist of her foe, Lea's left arm would seek to do the same on her opposing arm, leaving her again somewhat cuddling the girl fully. Raising the left hand of Jessica to her right breast, doing the same again with her other arm but vice versa, Lea would look to cross the Violets arms in front of her. Whilst at the same time, effectively making the powerful figure grope herself.

Her own lock firm, Lea was unable to resist panting short, dark chuckles of laughter into Jessica's ear, as it seemed the blonde looked to make the Violet grope herself with no say in the matter!

Jessica's thoughts were rushed, even panicked. The situation was far from good. She was stark naked, in front of thousands of people snapping millions of pictures. Every eye in the house was either on her exposed breasts or her exposed sex, but what was worse, Lea was eyeing her. The look up and down, cursory as it was, meant nothing for bad news for the Violent Violet. Not only was this woman completely crazy, but she had the raw power to do whatever she wanted to do to her at the moment. The strong knee to the gut left her totally vulnerable.

And the blonde woman took advantage of that. Before she could do anything about it, Lea was not only behind her, but neatly wrapping Jessica up like a bow. To her eternal shame, two strong hands made Jessica place her own hands on her own breasts. She closed her eyes, to try not to think of the embarrassment, but the hooting and jeering of crowd would not let her simply find another place, mentally.

Jessica had been in situations like this before. But it had always been the other way around, where Jessica had been beating and humiliating some other poor woman until her breaking point. The crowd, the crazed woman, and the Violent Violet were all very close to finding out Jessica's own point of no return.

She felt the hot breath on her neck, and she winced. The laughter in her ear made her hot blood run ice cold.

Lea herself was a little disappointed, given she couldn't herself gain a full view of the Violets goods from her positioning. She was happy to pay the price for her obscured one though, given she had the satisfaction of making Jessica effectively fondle and mushroom her massive set in front of the baying crowd. The simple thought of being victim to the hold herself made Lea rabid.

She couldn't even imagine how one would feel experiencing the hold when they had a reputation such as Jessica's. Let alone from a debuting star.

To her luck, seemingly the alien hold alongside that cold, tickling breath running down Jessica's neck had stunned the Violent Violet. Lea didn't know if she could contain the powerhouse had Jessica's efforts gone to breaking free from her restraints, although she would of certainly made her fight for such.

Regardless, the blonde opted not to give her a chance.

Bending at the knees, Lea's own grip would go a little lower on that sizeable chest as she opted to continue the punishment. With yet another attempt at a German suplex, Lea's throw would this time neither contain the height or the extreme surface upon to throw Jessica's skull upon. Rather, it was more of a simple reverse mat slam if anything.

Lea didn't care though. The lack of physical pain was more than made up for with psychological anguish.

Lea had been dominating her physically. That much felt bad. But she would not less this sexual domination go, not for one bit. The Violent Violet was too weary and hurt to even struggle back. When she beat girls up in the ring and then took them home, they fought back even if they were in her bed. Jessica was on her feet, and she could not find the strength to push against the crazed blonde.

And then things got worse. She was not sure how things could possibly be worse, but sure enough, the crazed woman found a way. Lea's rough hands moved down her body, and then Jessica was thrown up and over the top. She was not particularly sure what the move was called, but it did not particularly matter.

Because whatever it was, it hurt. A lot. Jessica bounced to a halt, and lay there, motionless. Tonight was proving to be entirely too much for her, and she had no secret plan to get out of it.

Now that Jessica was down, Lea could finally take a moment to catch her breath. She had what appeared to be full control, but such a thing only lied within Lea's hands for a few minutes or so. She could appreciate that on Jessica's end, the torture felt to be ever lasting. She couldn't imagine what she was doing to her assets to feel like a quick affair. Psychological torture wasn't exactly Lea's main goal in doing such though.

Mainly, she just wanted a handle on Jessica's goods. Literally.

Unceremoniously pressing her hands upon the back of Jessica's head, Lea would both use the girls own skull as a brace to rest upon whilst shoving Jessica's face against the mat. Apparently, she believed the Violet haired powerhouse needed the situation rubbed in. No pun intended.

Once enough respite was gained, Lea would once more seek to make the dominant figure now prone before her rise. No matter how furious she was at the earlier stripping, nor how much revenge she desired for Jessica's earlier easy rag dolling of her, she knew that with a foe such as this things could turn against her at the drop of a hat. Lea was clearly a little broken upstairs, but even she didn't want to see what one such as Jessica could do when outright fury was running through her veins.

Roughly trying to force the woman upwards, she'd soon look to lock Jessica's head between her side and thick arm in a numbing headlock. Ever the unorthodox, she would shake the violet beauty rather violently as she did so, in both a curious way to disorientate her, and increase the numbing.

The first thing she felt was Lea's strong hand forcing her nose further into the mat. Well, that was not entirely true. The first thing she felt was pain, emotional, physical, and spiritual, after having been rocked by the crazed blonde woman for so long. The second thing she felt was her face being rubbed into the mat, as if Lea were a schoolyard bully and she were some little wimp with her face down to the dirt. In her first ever match, she was a weak, out of form rookie, and she had been annihilated. She was getting flashbacks to that awful day now.

And the pain was only to continue. Lea forced her to her feet and then promptly secured her head into a sidelock. Jessica's face was now all but implanted into the same breast that Jessica had exposed earlier in the match. Had she known what unholy reprisals came after an act she found to be fairly commonplace, she would have been far more reticent to do such a thing. But here she was, forced against Lea's strong body with the use of Lea's strong muscles.

And then the real fun started. Lea did not grant her even the dignity of firm footing. She was jerked to and fro, her large pendulous breasts bouncing around as she was rocked from side to side. All the sweat she had produced over the course of the match had made her body glisten, which made her naked, bent over form all the more appealing for all the perverts in the audience to gawk over. Jessica struggled for breath under the power of Lea, and winced with every sideways movement.

Of course, shaking the Violent Violet gave the crowd a great view of her own bare goods jiggling from left to right. Lea cared not, of course. Right now, she could have been wrestling fully nude. She had Jessica right where she wanted her, and in her mind had only just begone to pay her back for rendering her chest bare. It was more principle than actually being rendered topless than anything. Such became obvious, as Lea had made exactly no efforts to recover her breasts even in her numerous moments of control.

Evidently it seemed, she was not done. Lea wasn't the sort to continue the headlock in efforts to wear her mighty foe down, nor transition it into a guillotine to attempt a submission ending. She wanted to slam things. To break things.

She wanted to break Jessica.

Calling back to an earlier moment where the violet beauty had hoisted her up for an extended moment in a suplex, Lea licked her lips at the thought of payback. Hooking her arms accordingly, she'd soon attempt to do the same, lifting Jessica high up, her head tucked under her arm. In this late stage of the match, Lea knew that such a move would likely burn through the last of her stamina.

She evidently didn't care.

But rather than lift Jessica up and over, as her foe had did to her, Lea could not resist throwing her own spin on things. Instead, she'd suddenly drop, straight down after the extended period of lifting. If all went to plan, Jessica's head would be the first thing hitting the canvas, followed swiftly by the rest of her weight crashing down.

Fans would call the move a delayed brainbuster.

Lea would call it fun.

Jessica was just so tired, so hurt. When the violent jerking ended and the headlock ceased being so tight, Jessica was eminently grateful. In her pain-addled state, she did not realize that this only meant that more bad things were to come. She stood there, like a total fool, as the crazed blonde woman shuffled around her, getting her hands in place for an even more devastating move. Soon, the well-positioned hands grabbed into her naked flesh, and instantly, her half-closed eyes went wide with fright.

The Violent Violet was then heaved into the air, and stayed there. It was a perfect mirror of earlier in the match, when Jessica had put Lea in a similar position. The only difference was, Lea had not been stripped naked. The fact that the Lea kept her airborne for a few seconds meant that everyone could gawk at her naked body. Earlier, her body meant doom and intimidation for all those who crossed her path. Now, it meant that scores of horny people in the crowd were delighted. She sensed hundreds of bulbs flashing, the cameras zooming in, and her own impending suffering.

And then it came. Hard. Lea dropped the Violent Violet right on her head. Jessica went limp immediately, with her body flopping down to the canvas in a heap. It was all she could do to cling to consciousness right now, given how much damage her head had taken. She was facedown, breathing hard, and a sitting duck for whatever Lea had coming next. The swaggering, boisterous, taunting Jessica was dormant, and a look of pure pain was the only thing on her face now.

If Lea had just a bit more to spare, a little more energy in the tank, she would of hoisted Jessica a touch higher. A touch longer. She wanted all of the crowd to see, for as long as possible. Such was the desires of the sadistic blonde still seeking revenge for being stripped. In her mind, there could never be a point where she felt even with the Violet for doing such to her attire. At least in this match.

Driving her head into a canvas as if there was a nail to be pressed in with Jessica's frame serving the role of the hammer, Lea quickly turned onto her side after dropping the beauty. From there, she'd take a moment to catch herself, panting wildly after the great exertion with her tongue extended. Those in view were given a image that almost defined the term 'beauty and beast.' On one side of things, Lea was absolutely gorgeous, her iron, busty frame left on show with her chest still exposed. On the other side, she held a glare that was likely not fit for anything other than nightmare fuel.

Slowly, she'd rise. Of course she would. Lea was not the sort to attempt to capitalise instantly on a big move with a pin. She wanted more, even as her body demanded a halt. She'd have to reach a middle ground of sorts, deciding on but one last moment of joy with her opponent. Reaching for the Violet's hair, she'd attempt to drag Jessica painfully across the canvas, nearly ripping out those short locks had she pulled anymore fiercely.

Reaching the corner, she'd soon turn to trying to hoist the beauty to her feet. Evidently, she felt Jessica needed to be placed with her back against said turnbuckle, for whatever sadistic plans she had.

Jessica just wanted all of this to be over. She had been around the block enough times to recognize when she had been beat, and the only question now was how bad it was going to get. At the moment, she could not even see straight, let alone think straight, and when she opened her eyes even the white canvas below her seemed unreal, from the mixture of sweat and pain induced delirium.

But it had not yet ended. Lea grabbed her purple, sweaty hair, and dragged her as if the blonde were a caveman and Jessica were a fresh kill. Her sweat produced a trail behind her as the Violent Violet was dragged helplessly across the mat, her arms limp by her side and her legs trailing behind her uselessly. With sudden force, the Violent Violet was brought to her feet and thrust against the corner.

It seemed as if this woman never tired. That was the most frustrating part. Her head sagged as she leaned against the corner, and her arms rested against the ropes. She recognized that her body was left wide open, both for Lea to attack and the fans to gawk at. It didn't matter though. Jessica felt as if she did not have any choice.