Jessica Wright vs. Zoey Jae Oh

Apartment match: No disqualification. Win via knockout, pin, or submission. Cameras are placed in every room so people can watch, but there is no audience.

Jessica stepped into the apartment. This was not her first match in such settings, and this was certainly not going to be her last. In the short walk between the limousine and the apartment, Jessica had not looked back, not even for a second. Her purple eyes were focused on the door and what lay behind it. An apartment. A place where a human being could successfully live and cook and operate. A place that was absolutely filled to to the brim with weapons, if you knew where to find them.

And Jessica knew exactly where to find them. She scanned the apartment as she walked over to the couch. Zoey, or whoever, might find it to be really painful if she were to be slammed through the coffee table. Or maybe she could send her head crashing through one of the kitchen cabinet doors. There was a bathroom in here somewhere, and piledriving her head straight into the toilet would not only be terribly painful, but the humiliation factor of it would be quite nice.

Jessica plopped down on the couch. She crossed her legs. This woman was a newbie, and Jessica had a remarkable tendency to annihilate newbies. Despite her youth, Jessica had been around the block more than a few times. She had been wrestling for almost a decade now. When she considered that thought, she rubbed her chin a little bit. It has really been that long, she thought.

Well, so be it. Jessica dropped all pretenses and started reclining now. She had been hitting the gym and forgoing beer, as much as she could, so she was looking mighty fine in her red leotard. The ceiling of the apartment looked like it was quite old. She idly wondered if there would soon be someone's blood there. With a breathy sigh, she looked over at the door. Zoey was probably going to be showing up soon.

And god help her when she does, Jessica thought.

Shit. Seattle had nothing on Tokyo when it came to winter. Zoey had to practically drag herself into the apartment as she escaped the tundra outside and entered the apartment building. Wasn’t going to be the last blizzard she’d gone through, but she just hoped she wouldn’t be in bad enough shape afterward to survive the walk home.

Zoey Jae Oh:

But this was first for her. A match in an apartment. Hardcore rules and no referee. Just two badasses going at it in your average middle-class living space. Cute gimmick. She’d take the arena and the crowds any day, but she could appreciate a bit of thinking outside the box every now and then. Just hope whoever she was up against was ready to eat a table leg or two. Or a slap in the face with a frying pan. Maybe go out the window? How high up was this place?

Kinda high, as it turned out. She was at the apartment in no time. She hung her coat up outside and gave the knob a quick turn before pushing the wooden door open with a loud creak. The place looked kinda dull. Flat colors, lots of dust bunnies, but nothing she couldn’t deal with. That was just the quick glance over she had, however. What caught her attention right away was the woman already plopped down on the couch, purple hair and purple eyes already fixed on her. Zoey didn’t sweat it.

“‘Sup?”

She shut the door behind her and started to round the couch, getting a better look at the competition. But right away, she almost wished she’d hadn’t. This chick was built. Etched abs, big arms, long lean legs. All of it screamed trouble with that stone expression of hers. Couldn’t same the same about her outfit, though. The colors of her entire figure made her pop out like a Christmas tree in the drab atmosphere of the room. Kinda made her chuckle.

“Uh, think you're in the wrong place. I’m here to fight someone.” She gave a quick thumb towards the door. “Circus tryouts are next door, Barney. You can make it if your hurry.”

Yeah, this one looked kinda tough, but after her grapple-only match with a three-hundred-pound Russian tank, muscles in themselves didn’t really scare anymore. Besides, she didn’t look the type to use much finesse. Doubt whatever Purple had in mind for could hold up long once she caught a jumping roundhouse kick to the face. Yeah. That would sweet.

Zoey was about to take a seat down next to the woman when she thought better of it. Didn’t like that look in her eye. Instead, she just backed up slowly and leaned against the wall not too far from her, resting between an end table and the adjacent window.

So Zoey arrived. She seemed a bit on the smaller side, to be honest. Jessica had both height and weight on her, and she knew that from only glancing at Zoey for a second. Despite her size, this one had a mouth on her. That was a matter of little importance. Jessica had the firepower to shut that mouth in a hurry, and that is precisely what she intended to do. Jessica shifted so that she was sitting now, and was staring straight at Zoey. She was leaning against the wall now. That was probably wise. Very few women or men wanted to get that close to Jessica.

She stood up. "I am not here to fight someone. I am here to fucking kill someone. Bad luck that it had to be you." Jessica made a throat slashing gesture with her thumb. She spat onto the carpet next to her. There would be no referee to stop it when she was choking this woman out. There would be no crowd to lambast her for doing deplorable things. And there would be no mercy for this woman who stood against her.

Jessica made the first move. There was no bell to tell them when to begin, so Jessica took the initiative all on her own. She tore across the floor of the apartment, her massive legs churning as she went. Her eyes never wavered from her opponent, and her strong arms went forward and back. Jessica's long legs ensured that the trip across the floor was a short one.

And then Jessica leaped into the air. She went for a full on flying cross body to try and imprint Zoey into the wall. Jessica wanted there to be a Zoey-sized hole right there, and she wanted the massive momentum she could bring to bear to be the cause of it. The hole in the wall would be a good picture for later, she thought.

While Zoey wasn’t without her pride, it was a bit hard to deny just how much this woman made her hackles stand up on end.

So this was Jessica Wright. Bit, uh, larger than she was expecting. Just in about every area. Seems this woman was eager to live up to her reputation, though. Probably the upfront gesture and spit on the carpet that tipped her off to that. Zoey could empathize with that. That’s why she accepted this match. Flooring the Jessica Wright was just what she needed to get her career back on track.

But she’d be lying if she wasn’t feeling some regret on that decision. The few words she spoke were laced with venom, practically biting right into her. Alright, she just needed to deal with these nerves. She was still the TKD master, some banter wasn’t going to deter her. She was a woman of action, not words. Even if they were a little harsh. Kill someone? Talk about intense.

She stood up from the wall. “Bitch, take a chill-"

Whatever words came after died in her mouth. The next few moments were a little fuzzy for her. Jessica charged at her, her body braced for it, and the rest was just gone. Expelled from her mind as quickly as it came. Her body was half-buried in the plaster behind her before she knew it. She fell down and plopped her ass right on the floor. She may have cried out, she may have not. All she knew for sure was that there was a very strong, very angry titan practically breathing down her neck. There was blood in the air.

Zoey had to get out of this as quick as possible. With a quick glance to the left and right, she reached up with her good arm- one wasn’t working for some reason- and grabbed an unplugged lamp resting on the end table. With a quick wrench of her arm, she swung the appliance straight towards Jessica’s head, just trying to do whatever she could to tell this woman to back off. Her compressed lungs certainly weren’t good for that at the moment.

Jessica fell to the ground alongside Zoey, but she had the wherewithal to get up right after the massive blow. Not being slammed into a wall would do that to you, she supposed, and Jessica now loomed over her opponent. The blow had completely taken the woman by surprise, apparently. The last feeling you wanted when Jessica Wright was in the room was surprise, but Zoey looked like she had little choice in the feelings that she was feeling.

The Violent Violet, also, had little choice in the matter. Surprise became the name of the game for her too as Zoey seized a lamp and flung it at her. The thing smacked her right in the head, causing Jessica to stumble backwards and teeter on the edge of falling down. Jessica recovered from the surprise attack, and soon started bearing down on Zoey again. Despite the obvious absurdity of thinking that something was unfair in a no disqualification match, Jessica was enraged by what she considered a cheap shot.

It wasn't that Jessica minded that Zoey did it. It was that Zoey lacked common sense, and did it against her. With her heart full of black rage, Jessica bore down on the smaller woman with her fury written clearly across her face. Her broad shoulders were wide, and her fists were balled into fists.

But it was her feet which would be doing the heavy work. Jessica swung her strong right leg back, and then sent it barreling forward. Zoey's midsection seemed like the perfect target for a kick. It looked like the woman worked very hard on that part of her body. Jessica wanted to feel it for herself, but it would be very much in her own dark and twisted way. Her purple eyes were cast downward on the woman as she followed through with the powerful kick.

She was in for it now. She was in for some serious punishment now.

Zoey clued into that much the moment the violet woman shook off the lamp to the face like it was so much a pillow thrown at her. If she were in her shoes, she’d at least have taken a few seconds to herself. Nope, not this one. She came storming right back, arms raised and ready to bring the thunder. Zoey put her forearms up in an attempt to block whatever came her way.

Only Jessica didn’t punch her. She struck her like roaring thunder with a kick to the gut that took her right off the floor. That wasn’t even an exaggeration. She took her whole body off the floor with that punt, letting her fall flat on her face, gripping her gut and praying to whatever deity would listen that she wouldn’t lose her lunch in front of the whole world right now.

You know, she didn’t really take her seriously when Jessica said that she was looking to kill someone. But there was a certain...malice behind that kick that she couldn’t help but pick up on. Either that or that hit on the noggin had flipped a switch not entirely by accident that pissed her right the hell off. In that case, things wouldn’t bode well for her if she stayed down like this.

With what little strength hadn’t been thoroughly kicked out of her, Zoey turned and lunged forward, grasping for Jessica’s leg and trying her best to pull it out from under her. Her stomach wasn’t entirely in agreement with this decision, but she honestly couldn’t bring herself to care.

Jessica's boot sunk into Zoey's supple flesh. The woman worked out, and ate right. It was an absolute joy for her to kick someone who worked very hard to achieve what they could. It was adorable for her to see smaller women work hard. Jessica worked very hard herself, but she felt that she had some innate superiority over women like her. The Violent Violet was always going to be bigger, and more experienced, and more bloodthirsty.

And that is why she always thought that she was going to win. Jessica was rearing up for another kick when Zoey reached out and grabbed her foot. There was no way that she could react in time. She started teetering backwards, and then plummeted to the carpet floor.

The Violent Violet was a tall girl. Most of the time, that was an aid for her. But now, it was a curse. She could not see where she was falling, and had no hope of throwing up her hands in time. The back of Jessica's head slammed into the coffee table, but only just the outer corner. The soft thud revealed that the fall had not been a smooth one, and Jessica sucking in the air in pain confirmed the fact that the titaness was wounded.

Jessica held the back of her head, and grimaced. It was not ideal to be taking that sort of damage at this stage of the match, but there was little she could do about it at this point. She rolled over, and tried to deal with the dull, thumping pain that had replaced all of her thoughts. Perhaps taking the lamp was not the best idea. Neither was going for a second kick, as it turned out.

Call it a stroke of luck, but Zoey was just happy to see Jessica fall over bad enough to keep her down for a bit.

She was under no misconceptions about how far her little underhanded tactic would go. She may not have been up to the task of making sure Jessica stayed down afterward with the condition her stomach was in. Heck, pulling her leg out from under her was a task in itself. She wasn’t stout, of course, far from it. But that body was packed to the gills with muscle. Heavy, relentless muscle that could snap bones like twigs if given the chance.

It was just one more reason that Zoey needed to put this woman down and put her down hard. She was preparing herself to make some kind of follow-up after tripping the Violet, but the coffee table finished the job for her. Good looking out, IKEA. Things were on the up and up. Zoey instead placed a hand on Jess’ hip as she crawled forward, turning her over and quickly mounting the woman’s waist. Of course, she couldn’t resist smirking at the pained expression on the woman’s face.

“Yeah...not so tough now, are you bi-LEH!”

A thick wad of spit shot from her mouth, its mass aimed at an unfortunate trajectory straight towards Jessica’s face.

Oops.

That really wasn’t on purpose. Her stomach just suddenly...kicked. Scout’s honor. Probably wouldn’t make a difference to Jessica though if she bothered explaining. Suppose she should just be happy that she didn’t upchuck all over the woman. If nothing else roused her back to life, that certainly would have. Either way, Zoey couldn’t let this chance get away from her. No time for the fancy shit. She just reeled her arms back and started swinging left and right hooks, one after another into the Violent Violet’s pretty face.

Sure, her opponent was tough, mean, clearly pissed off, but everyone fell over when they got hit enough. It was just bound to happen eventually, right? Right?

Jessica tried to react, but a blow to the head slowed her. It would slow most people, in all fairness. A hand reached her hip as if this were a lover's tryst, and Jessica looked up. Her purple eyes accosted her opponent just in time for a wad of spit to come onto her face. Jessica blinked. The Violent Violet did not know how to interpret the interpretation that she had just received. Jessica did not exactly mind it, as she had done the exact same thing before, to other people. It was just a terribly questionable decision to do it to Jessica Wright.

Before she could hand the woman the beatdown that she had come to so thoroughly earn, Zoey was on top of her. Punches came down in a torrent, that became a flood. One or two punches slipped through before Jessica got her guard up. She could feel the woman's strength now, full on. The punches slammed against her defense, with the spit still on her face. The situation had to change. She knew it.

So, the Violent Violet moved. She sent one mighty punch upwards and into Zoey's face, trying to get her off of her. That would just be the beginning. The spit on her face was practically burning...

Just keep punching. Just keep punching. For the love of god, just keep punching.

That’s all Zoey was worried about as she stayed straddled over the Violent Violet with beads of sweat welling up on her forehead. The only noise that filled the apartment were a couple grunts from her opponent where her strikes got through and the roar of the wind howling past the window. If she didn’t want to go through that glass and tumbling six stories down into a snowbank, she had just had to keep punching and end this right here and now.

Jessica didn’t agree with that plan. She kept a tough guard up and the moment she saw an opening, she didn’t waste one fucking second. Her fist shot out and struck her square in the jaw, those sharp knuckles digging hard into her chin. An ugly smack rang out, the sound bouncing back and forth against the decaying walls as Zoey’s jaw shook uncontrollably for but a glance. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she fell back and rolled off to Jessica’s side, face down on the hardwood floor.

The world went gray around her. First, she lost her hearing, then her vision along with it. The TKD maven laid motionless on the ground, a few strands of hair drifting down lifelessly across her scalp before clinging to her sweat-clad forehead. For a moment, it looked as though she were dead to the world. Yeah, those muscles weren’t for show.

She wasn’t knocked out. Not quite yet. She was stirring ever so subtly on the floor, her back rising and falling slowly as the Korean-American did her best to spring back to life before the titan poised to loom over her struck once again. It just wasn’t happening, though. Not just yet.