Belinda Northman Vs. Jessica Wright

Jessica was focused. She had the big dressing room now, drew the big crowds, had the reports of big sales and big buys of merchandise. Once she had spotted a Jessica Wright t-shirt out on the street, and that made her smile. The first reason was because she was officially bona fide famous now. The second reason was that it showed that this dude knew how to have a good time, and wanted to cause the same sort of violence she caused on a nightly basis. Whoever the dude was, he had the common sense not to ask to take a picture with her. But Jessica was not focused on the guy wearing a t-shirt with her name on it, nor all the working out she had done, nor anything else.

Because the Violent Violet was focused solely on the task in front of her. Belinda Northman was the name of her opponent, and the last name Northman carried a lot of weight. She wasn't the one with the belt, of course, but she was still pretty damn good. That meant a win over her, and it was sure to be a win, would earn her even more visibility, more prominence, and a better chance to get the belt. Jessica was going through the last of her stretches, and thought of the tape she had watched. Belinda seemed to be strong in a lot of fields, and could win a match multiple ways.

The only problem for the Swede was that Jessica had no real weaknesses either. Well, her anger for one. And perhaps her idiot older brother. But he was not showing up for sure, and her anger could be a big asset. All the AFW staff knew that, which is why they steered clear of her as she made her way to the entrance ramp. She did her last adjustment of her usual red, black, and gold attire as she stood at the edge of the staging area.



Jessica's harrowing music played over the loudspeaker and she was met with a hearty chorus of boos. Jessica dully wondered if the guy she saw with the t-shirt was still there, cheering for her. But once again, she was concentrating, this time on the girl in the ring. She ignored the audience, looking ahead as she marched towards the squared circle, and jumped over the top rope.

"What is it like being the worst wrestler in your family?" Jessica taunted.

Belinda's hands tightened against the top ropes as she looked up a bit to see past wearing the hood over her head as Jessica's music started up, she would take a deep breath and watch the Violent Violet walk down the ramp, already her heart was starting to beat....she was pretty nervous if she was honest. The young blond didn't know how well she would do against Jessica, so far she hadn't thrown herself against someone as big and brutal as Jessica. Sure, she had fought bigger, sure she had fought at least nearly as brutal...but both at the same time would be a challenge.

The Swede started to move up towards the center of the ring, pulling her hood down behind her as she stepped up so she and Jessica were barley more than a foot or two away. The size difference wasn't all that big, except for the chest area. Belinda had far from a modest chest, but Jessica was truly a marvel in that they were impressively large. It was easy to see why she had at least some popularity...though the crow still seemed to dislike her quite a bit and mostly were in Belinda's corner.

Hearing those words from the busty violet haired woman though caused Belinda to narrow her eyes...she took another deep breath and then would open her mouth. " I dunno, you tell me." IF that was how the Violent Violet wanted to play things, the shooting star was going to show her that she was just as game as Jessica was!

Jessica cocked her head to the side. Up close and personal, Belinda was a lot more impressive than she was on her computer screen. The blonde looked formidable. Not nearly as formidable as the champ, but still pretty damn noteworthy in and of herself. Jessica wagered that they were not that dissimilar in size, and probably had a few other qualities in common. Jessica was not concerned with what they had in common, but rather what separated them. See, in her estimation, Belinda would be leaving the arena on a stretcher, and Jessica would be leaving upright.

She put her hand on her hip. "Honey, you aren't good enough to lace my fucking boots. I eat blonde girls like you for breakfast. And the fucked up thing is I am still hungry afterwards. Because I suppose you might have known this all along, because frankly you ain't enough sweetie." She brushed the purple hair from her face. "Why don't you just fucking bork bork all the way back home, and I can go get some beer or something." Jessica smiled a malicious smile, showing Belinda the teeth that she would sink into Belinda's skin if she had the chance.

She waved to the referee to let her know she was ready. The crowd loved this jawing, but they wanted to see the two wrestlers go at it. Jessica wasn't sure she could blame them.

There seemed to already be a far bit of tension between the two women just by them exchanging a single sentence each between each other. The crowd could feel it, the ref-girl could feel it and without a doubt both of the competitors could feel it, without a doubt. At least Belinda thought that Jessica felt it, for all she knew the woman could be as dense as she was cocky....though she very much doubted that. She seemed at least sort of astute...at least Belinda guessed that.

The Swede would cock her own head and fold her arms underneath her chest as she looked on at the Violent Violet prattle on. " Uh huh~" The Swede let out in a slightly condescending fashion as she would then finally roll her shoulders and move her arms up and ready up. " I'd like to see you keep up that tough act when I beat the borking hell out of you! ~" Belinda said teasingly to the violet haired woman.

Taking a step back she'd raise her arms up and drop into her wrestling stance, the bell ringing as all was set between them. The young Northman would gesture for Jessica and her to meet in the center of the ring, attempting to offer a standard collar and elbow lock up to her opponent.

Fire crackled around the edges of Jessica's vision, and already her heart had begun to race. Grudges came very easy to the Violent Violet, and she was feeling a terrible hatred in its most incipient stages. Her fists were clenched to the point where they could form diamonds and her eyes were narrowed like a cheetah's. She did not bother to adopt a wrestling stance when the bell went off. Rather, the Violent Violet ambled forward in a swaggering, almost carefree manner. Jessica was a monster heel, and Belinda was a little fly.

And she fully intended to do monster heel things. Jessica accepted the lock up, and pushed forward, pulled back, jerked left, twisted right. Sure, most girls in this situation would just push to show how strong they were, but Jessica wanted to show Belinda that she was fully in control, and that she was always going to be in control.

Her anger showed on her face. "Come on, puppy, do something." Before she allowed her opponent to make good on the barb she herself threw out, Jessica pitched backwards and shot her legs up, trying to monkey roll Belinda above and over her to get the first lick of the match in.

Belinda was not going to be intimidated by Jessica, she had taken on the likes of Alaina Sanders and come out on top. So she had that over Jessica Wright and she was planning to show she had much more over the Violent Violet tonight! The Shooting Star was planning on soaring high for a long time! 

The two women soon enough locked up, the slightly taller Jessica didn't seem to want to play though as she pushed forward, pulled backwards and jerked from left to right, keeping Belinda's feet in a bad position and made the Swede struggle to find a footing. 

Just when she was about to do so though the red clad woman pulled backwards and shot her foot up into Belinda's gut, sending the Swede flying over her and landing back first down on the mat from that monkey flip. " Ugh!" 

Jessica' jostling worked like a charm. She probably could have pushed Belinda back had she really wanted to, but she was trying to get the blonde girl off kilter. Plus she got to pull out a classic wrestling staple, and the move worked like a charm. She was unsure of how much the crowd liked Belinda, but they really did not like Jessica. They weren't quite booing yet, but the Violent Violet could tell they really wanted to.

And Jessica fully intended to give them a better reason to. She quickly gathered herself and was on the move again, this time throwing herself down to the mat with her butt maybe a foot behind Belinda's head. She brought her lovely leg around, and started pressing her calf against Belinda's throat.

Going for a choke this early on was quite the heel move, and Jessica was loving it. She flipped off the people in the stands as she did so, before using her arm to apply even more force to the choke.

Belinda couldn't say that she had expected a taller slightly bigger woman like Jessica go for a monkey flip. It tended to be a move for those who didn't favor strength all that much and focused more and speed and tricky movement. If Belinda was honest she had planned to use a monkey flip had Jessica started to push her back...if the busty violent violet had been strong enough to do that, that is. 

Even so now the Swede was down on her back and arched it off of the mat, she didn't have a lot of time to do so though as soon enough Jessica dropped down just ahead of the Swede and started to perform her Heelish tactics. As Jessica brought her leg down over Belinda's neck and started to choke her! The Ref-girl was quick to move in next to them and started to tell Jessica to get her leg off of Belinda's throat. 

The Swede had no intentions of waiting for Jessica to do that though as she would instead try to kick and buck up and around trying to force Jessica calf off of her neck and try to move up towards her knees if she could get free.

"Oh, what should I do, ref? Should I get my leg off of her throat? Bu why? She is such a big strong girl..." Jessica mocked the ref girl, Belinda, and the dignity of wrestling all in one go. The Violent Violet soaked up all the negative attention she was getting, and brought that power down into the choke. Sure, the bucking Belinda posed a problem, but Jessica was in the driver's seat here. She was sure she could sink this in as long as she had to.

But she did not want to get a DQ, not this early. Jessica lifted her leg up, and brought it down hard across Belinda's entire chest. She removed it just as quickly, as she scrambled upwards. The Violent Violet went on to pick up Belinda by that pretty blonde hair of hers, to get her standing just as Jessica intended to do.

And then it would be right back down, if Jessica had her way. Her heart beat fast as she forced the two women's bodies together, and wrapped her hands around Belinda and went for a quick belly-to-belly suplex. That would surely bring the pain.