Friction World Cup Battle Royal

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Danika felt the kick hit, feeling good about herself. Unfortunately she also felt a fist hammer her abdomen! She gasped for breath as the wind was knocked out of her, falling to a knee as she cradled her mid-section. Danika was gasping for breath like a fish out of water, Jessica's punch packing so much force that Danika was in disbelief that she was struck by a woman off balance.

As Danika tried to recover she could only hope she didn't end up feeling the force of such an attack when Jessica had the time to set it up and swing proper!

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[B,2]

The wheels of the gods grind slowly, and they grind exceedingly small. Jessica was elated that she gave it just as good as she got it, which provided some solace, but not enough. She had gotten hit, with no defenses, pretty damn hard. The Violent Violet hit the mat with a loud "Oof!" and lay there for a second. Danika was not the largest girl she had ever faced, but when she got going, she brought the pain. But slowly, exceedingly slowly, she moved to get up.

She was pretty ok with the state of things. The match had not gone perfectly of course,, but Jessica was feeling it. The roar of the crowd, the heat of the lights. Her chest rose up and down as she lumbered all the way up, and she surveyed her opponents. This was going to be a two on one. It was always going to be a two on one. She ought to think tactically, and do what was best for herself here. Keeping an eye on her opponents, she slowly started moving towards the center of the ring.

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A battle royale was not exactly Lorenza's style. She found the format blatantly unfair, biased in favor of later entrants, unlike her own sport, boxing, which ensured, where it came to gear and even weight, that two combatants each had perfectly equal opportunities at victory, and that skill alone would decide who was walking out of the ring a winner.

For that matter, wrestling was not exactly Lorenza's style. She felt naked without her gloves, and having to employ tactics other than just footwork and fist-centric beatings was not something she had a lot of experience with. But she had been training, ever since she joined AFW. And if they were going to hold a competition based solely on national pride, well, who else was going to step up for the sake of Mexico? She was looking forward to beating the crap out of some hapless French girl, or Russian, or an American.

That one would be sweet. Lorenza lived a good life in Texas, with her aunt and uncle, but she was still thoroughly Mexican in her heart. Right now, standing in the corridor above the ramp, she took stock of the proceedings out in the arena. Little girls, Canadian and Chinese and then European of some sort, buzzing around each other like flies, whacking together but none of them ever really doing anything substantial. They all looked like easy prey for a woman of Lorenza's size and strength. And then the American, Jessica, came out, and immediately started eliminating the smaller girls. Canada went down.

Lorenza snorted softly and cracked her knuckles as her time came. Without much pomp or circumstance, she would make her way out into the arena, briskly walking down to the ring. The crowd recognized her instantly, albeit probably more for her high television profile as a former world boxing champion than as an AFW fighter. She still tended to stick to boxing, even here in Tokyo, and the intersection between boxing and wrestling crowds was not always so big as one might think. Without gloves or trunks to wear, she was dressed in a white tank top and a pair of jeans shorts and boots, most of her tattoos on full display. She swung herself up into the ring and onto her feet on the canvas, putting her fists up as she walked towards the center. She wasn't some young hotshot who needed to make a statement by going after the toughest girl in the ring.

She was a champion. Women came at her.

Still, she naturally gravitated towards Jessica, the only woman in the ring whom she could actually stand eye to eye with. She would smirk a little bit as she glanced to her right, where the little Chinese and European girls were, then looked front at the American. "You're the only one here in my weight class, so I might as well start with you, chica," she would say, though she spared another glance to the right, almost daring the smaller women to try something.

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[B,2]

Things were looking bleak for the moment. As much as Cindy hated to admit it, Jessica was the dominant force in this match, using her brutish strength to hammer away at them and her fiendish stamina to survive whatever came her way. Numbers were against her, but that could only go so far in this case. They needed something to swing the tide back towards their favor.

And then came the Mexican.

Lorenza Saldano, if Cindy’s memory served her. She was well built, muscular, tall, and most importantly, she seemed quite eager to engage Jessica one on one. Something that Cindy was more than happy to let her do - after the three of them removed this destructive obstacle, she could go back to controlling this match.

For the moment, she hung back and leaned in the nearest corner, waiting to see how Jessica would react to this new threat.

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[C,3]

Jessica watched her the whole way down. Perhaps it was foolish, with a few other competitors still in the ring, still ready to try and have a go at her. But Jessica could not help it. The woman walking down the ring had quite a lot of appeal to her, and a woman as promiscuous as Jessica was not going to deny herself the simple pleasure of enjoying the looks of such a woman. But more importantly, Jessica noticed how big, how formidable she was. There was very little fanfare to her entrance, and Jessica marked her as a no-nonsense sort of girl.

When she stepped in the ring, all her suspicions were confirmed. Going for jean shorts were a little bold, but so were all of those tattoos of her and the obvious strength in her arm. They were about the same height, and about the same weight. This girl, Mexican it looked like, was right. They probably were going to be very well matched with each other.

But Jessica was not going to admit that. Not in a thousand years. "What makes you think a girl like you would ever be competition for the future champ?" Her purple hair clung to the sides of her face, pasted there by her sweat. Immediately, Jessica charged forward, directly at the woman. She planted her left foot and swung incredibly hard with her right, going for a sudden impact right off the bat!

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The little girls only moved to back up, giving Lorenza some space as she marched directly towards the similarly-sized American who was already in the center of the ring. Lorenza had a feeling those two would not try anything against her so long as Jessica was still in the ring. They seemed to be afraid of them both, but Lorenza could sense what seemed like a personal dislike on their part for Jessica.

Still, they may not have particularly cared whether Lorenza took Jessica out or not. They must believe that whichever tall woman won out in the single combat between Jessica and Lorenza would be weakened enough that a double-team would be effective in taking her out of commission. If either one thought they would be able to take advantage of Lorenza, they were sorely mistaken.

But they would be welcome to try. In time.

As Lorenza approached Jessica, it was clear the two of them came in at almost exactly the same height, and must have been very nearly the same weight, too. Jessica did not seem intimidated, and Lorenza did not mind that fact. "'Future champ' means nothing. The only championship that matters is the one you've already won, and between you and I, only one of us can truly call herself a champion."

Jessica swung a kick at her, making enough of the wind-up that Lorenza would be able to jump to the side and let that right foot skid by her. Lorenza would quickly throw herself forward, aiming a left jab at Jessica's chin, then aiming to go low and drive an elbow into her belly!

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[B,2]

Jessica did very many things with great force. She drank with great force, she punched with great force, and now she was missing with great force. Her muscled leg swung through the air totally harmlessly, as one of her opponents dodged the kick with ease, and now Jessica was in a bad situation. She was facing down the only person in the ring who was approaching her size, someone who had not been so far as touched this evening, and she was horrendously off balance.

And even if she hadn't been off balance, it was still a hell of a jab. After wrestling with a bunch of women, the quick jab to her chin was a wake up call, and one that was far worse than her alarm clock in the morning. But it got Jessica up, more ready for what was coming next. A low elbow was driven into her abs, and Jessica let out an "Oof!" and then took a few steps back.

The elbow hurt. The jab hurt. But Jessica was relentless, and a hungry look formed in her eye. The other girls had backed off a little bit, but they may as well have been on Mars for all Jessica felt. This woman in front of her was the only thing that mattered now.

Jessica was going to have to fight smart. The woman bounded forward again, just as relentlessly but a little bit more cautiously. She tried to slip past Lorenza's guard and get her into a lock-up, to try and see how well she could push.

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In a fight like this, Lorenza had to get out of her usual boxing groove and let her old streetfighting instincts kick in. It had been quite a while, more than half a lifetime, since she had been putting them to good use brawling in her old neighborhood in Tijuana, and nowadays it always felt strange to her to use anything besides a closed fist in the fight. But she adapted, and pretty soon the old rhythms came back, even if they sometimes felt like moves borrowed from, or even performed by the ghost of, another life.

She jabbed at Jessica's chin. That was Lorenza the boxer, softening her up for the real pain that would follow on that jab's heels. Then teenage roughneck Lorenza drove the elbow into her abs. Hit her hard, square in the middle, where her belly was softer, try to drive the elbow in nice and deep and force the air out of her to leave her vulnerable for more.

Lorenza pulled herself up, putting her fists in front of her, ready to smack Jessica around some more, but the American woman came at her, grabbing at her arms, pulling Lorenza into a lockup. Well, Lorenza could lock up. It was something she hated, but her muscles wouldn't fail her anywhere, even when they were relegated to a ridiculous pushing role rather than firing bombs into a woman's face. As Jessica shoved against her, Lorenza took half a step backward to steady herself and get a good grappling stance going, before shoving back, leaning hard into her foe, trying to slowly exert her authority here!

[B,2]

[B,2]

So this Mexican chick wasn't just a pretty face after all. Jessica had all but surmised that from the two blows she had taken, but it took substantial fortitude to see the Violent Violet and lock up with her. Jessica pushed, and Lorenza pushed back. Good, she wanted her to. She even allowed herself to get pushed back a little bit, although the amount of 'allow' was certainly debatable. Jessica was not much of an actress, but she did her best to play possum and act like she was hurt.

All great acts have a twinge of truth to them. The truth was, that Jessica was feeling a little bit bad, and Lorenza was quite strong. But that was just for the stage, the first act in a tragedy that would see Jessica Wright the victor. Dropping the charade, Jessica stopped getting pushed back, and pivoted on her strong right leg.

To an outside observer, it would have seemed to be a standard judo toss. To those who followed Jessica's blossoming career, it could only be the most violent and brutal variant of the move. She tried to pivot all the way around, taking Lorenza on a ride around her that would seen her thrown onto Danika should the twirling move come through to an end.

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Lorenza locked up with Jessica, and started shoving hard into the American woman, fully intent on beating her at her own game, driving her backward in this sissy little pushing contest. Once Lorenza had established her clear superiority here, she wouldn't hesitate to break the hold and start fucking up Jessica's face with her fists. Wrestlers and street brawlers had never scared the trained boxer, as she knew her muscles, while honed specifically for the boxing ring, were more than capable of taking on any challengers they came up against.

Lorenza shoved Jessica back, getting an interesting reaction out of the American, as she seemed to simultaneously be both hiding the fact that she knew she was outmuscled and playing it up. Lorenza was not going to psychoanalyze this bitch. She was just going to finish her off, as soon as possible! She shoved harder, gaining another inch on Jessica, shoving the American further back still.

And then Jessica decided she didn't like losing. It was, as far as Lorenza was concerned, an admission of defeat. Unfortunately, Lorenza could not really appreciate such an admission when it involved being swung around using her own forward momentum, then thrown down hard, not just onto the canvas, but onto the body of a young girl who surely was not expecting it any more than Lorenza was. The Mexican woman didn't have time to brace herself. Jessica tossed her, and she tumbled into Danika, her taller, more muscled body smacking hard into the smaller girl as she fell down, half-stunned, hitting the canvas hard—just as Jessica had hoped for, fuck her.

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