Jessica Wright vs. Zoey Jae Oh

The harsh force of the punch rang out in the apartment that they were fighting in. Bone collided with bone, and the reaction to Jessica's powerful blow was as visceral as it was immediate: her opponent fell off to the side. Jessica collected herself, and got up. A quick glance over at Zoey revealed that she was still moving, if only barely. The dark-haired girl learned how much power she could bring to bear when she wanted to, but Jessica was fully intent on continuing this long and painful lesson. She wheeled around to face her opponent.

Jessica had a plan in mind, but she had to make sure that Zoey would stay, shall we say, compliant. She sent a few harsh stomps down at her opponent, just to make sure that Zoey stayed on the floor. It was not the end goal of her tactic, but it was sure as hell fun to do. The Violent Violet smirked a little bit as she witnessed the terrible pain that she was causing, and delighted at the thought of all future manhandling of this woman.

Then she went in motion. The table had been used, the lamp had been used, hell, even the wall had been used to a certain extent. There were no more goodies left in here, which meant that Jessica needed to take the fight elsewhere. She grabbed Zoey by her foot, and then began dragging her over to the kitchen.

It was a virgin land, unspoiled, and filled with weapons. Jessica wondered what it would be like, painted with Zoey's blood.

Jesus, she couldn’t remember the last time she felt this fucked up. The Russian bitch’s thighs made her feel like her head was going to explode, and Ms. Volleyball’s legs knocked her around for a good while, giving her a hard time to tell what was up and what was down. All of that sucked, even in her memories.

But there was something about Jessica’s punch that knocked the shit clean out of her. There wasn’t any restraint to it, any flaw in the way it traveled from the ground straight into the Korean-American’s jaw. It did its job, and then some. It got Zoey off of the woman, then sent her into a la la land before she even hit the floor. Everything was in a haze and sounded muffled. Slowly but surely, the pain returned in waves, and she could feel herself coming back to the waking world.

Part of her wished she hadn't, however, as she was given one of the rudest awakenings in her life. Jessica’s mighty boot came crashing down again and again onto her sternum, sending bits of spittle and phlegm off to her side. Her eyes bulged and body jackknifed again and again, right until the last one left her still on the carpet.

The titan wasn’t done with her, of course. Why would she be? She dragged Zoey across the floor, making her groan a bit from the burn the carpet was giving her, but her mind was focused on so much more beyond that. The instant she felt the linoleum against the bare skin of her back, she knew the fight had changed locales. Just not sure where. She wanted out of this now.

“Lemme...go.” She kicked weakly at Jessica’s hand, unfortunately focusing more on breathing than the actual escape.

Jessica was looking backwards, towards where she was going. In retrospect, she was not really sure why. It did not particularly matter if she bumped into something, because they were moving slowly. And it mattered even less if Zoey hit something. As a matter of fact, that was the whole goal of the evening. When the feeling in her foot revealed that she was on a different surface, Jessica felt a somewhat pathetic kick grace her midsection. The dull blow had an impact on her abs, and she dropped the woman's leg. Her violet eyes then bored into the Korean girl's face.

The Violent Violet wanted to tear her apart. For spitting on her face. For having the audacity to suggest that Jessica should let her go. For daring to even get into a match with her in the first place. A wicked thought crossed Jessica's mind, which caused an equally wicked smile to cross her face. Yes, Jessica would pay her back many times over. But first, she would have to tenderize this particular piece of meat.

"Get up, bitch." Jessica demanded. Working to put her words into action, she bent over and seized the woman by her pretty dark hair. In a fluid and uncompromising motion, Jessica did what she could to pull her opponent up to her feet. Not even wasting a single moment, Jessica turned and Irish whipped Zoey into the refrigerator.

She put all of her strength into the move. The apartment was a little bit smaller than she thought, and the fridge was not far. Still, the wonderfully hard appliance was surely going to leave quite the impression on the seemingly endlessly impressionable Zoey. Jessica swung her leg around, wanting to fully see how the smaller woman would react.

Not even sure why she bothered with the kick. It just seemed like a good idea at the time. Jessica was holding her leg and she wanted out. Fair enough, right? Well, she did get free, just not in the way she was hoping for. Not at fucking all.

Yanking the hair was a nice touch. Something she probably would have done in Jessica’s position. It forced Zoey to focus on that rather than anything else. The next thing she knew, the TKD chick was being hurled across the small space, smacking back first against the fridge door. The hulking appliance rumbled for a second, the top hinge of the door breaking off as the Korean fell away from it and to her knees. All of the air had been expelled from her lungs for a moment as she desperately tried to summon up some strength again. It just wasn’t happening yet, though.

So here she was. Kneeling before this titan like she commanded some sort of respect. Fucking stupid in Zoey’s book.

“You...fatass...Barney wannabe.”

Her eyes trailed up from the floor, desperate to find some sort of escape from this position before her opponent had the idea to put Zoey down for good. Within a second, she found it. A couple stools were lined against the counter. Zoey darted for the nearest one, lifted it up, and swung it as hard as she could towards the Violent Violet’s head.

“Eat it, bitch!”

There wasn’t much plan beyond this. Just hit the bitch in the face, hope she falls down, and worry about the rest later. Jessica hit her, so Zoey was going to fire back twice as hard. They were going to settle who was the queen around here sooner and later, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be this bimbo.

Jessica went forward, advancing on Zoey relentlessly. After everything that had just happened, it was a total surprise to her that Zoey was still conscious, let alone getting up. Her supreme arrogance told her that Zoey had to be on her last legs at this point, and when Zoey got up it felt like a glitch in the matrix. Jessica literally could not process that the woman was up and moving, and when she went for one of the stools, all she could do was blink. For a second, all that Jessica could do was stand there, haughty look on her face and all.

Then her fighting instincts kicked in, and Jessica brought her hands up right in the nick of time. Her forearms were hard, but the stool was harder. She cried out as the furniture crashed into her, and only kept her balance because she fell back into the wall. The force of the blow combined with the weight of the Violent Violet meant that a dull thud rang out across the apartment, and Jessica's imprint was left on the wall. Splinters now decorated her arms, and parts of the broken chair arrayed themselves at her feet. The Violent Violet clung to the wall for a second, still working through everything that had just happened.

Then, she came roaring back. Zoey was not the only one who could grab a chair. She grabbed the nearest stool and took a mighty step forward. The Violent Violet swung the thing from the side, using all of the strength that she had. Zoey was not going to like this one, not at all.

Three big mistakes were made over the next ten seconds or so.

The first was that Zoey had assumed that a chair to the side was enough to deter the Violent Violet from beating her to a pulp. Sure, she was pretty quick about it, but this wasn’t just some woman. Some punk she could just turn the tables on in one fell swoop. And yet, for whatever reason, she fully expected Jessica to just capsize one her.

Big mistake one.

“Yeah! Stay the fuck-”

Those words died in her mouth, right along with any spark of confidence that that chair may have given her.

The seat slammed straight into the side of her head. She’d seen Jessica going for the stool, but the adrenaline was clearly doing that woman a couple favors because Zoey could hardly form a proper guard before the metal knocked her right on the temple. Her feet left the ground for the moment, forcing her entire form to pivot. The world phased in and out for a moment. Her mind went to work before her body, surrendering control to her instincts.

She lifted her arm up out of reflex, just trying to grab onto something. Anything that would keep from falling. That turned out to be the next big mistake on her part. Her exposed side crashed into the counter as the edge rammed into the side of her ribcage. She felt something give. A creaking sound welled up from her chest, through her windpipe, and into her ears. Something was busted. One. Maybe two.

Falling to the ground, Zoey let out a violent scream before clutching her bruised side closely. She rolled onto her safe side, feeling out injuries with her fingers. She would just lay there and groan in pain as long as she was able. That was her final big mistake, however, as Jessica was about to point out.

Jessica slumped against the counter. Her fighting instincts had taken over, and allowed her to get the shot with the chair up and moving. But they could not deal with the aftermath. Her arms were now absolutely throbbing with pain, and she winced. Using her hands, she hauled herself up from the counter. She wobbled for a second before she found her sea legs, and was standing tall now. Jessica could not honestly say that she was in a good position, but it looked like her opponent was far worse off for the wear. The chair had been nice and solid, and now Zoey was on the ground, quite clearly in a non-trivial amount of pain.

Good. Jessica was going to do everything in her power to keep her that way. Jessica took a step forward, and sent a kick towards the area that she had just graced with the stool. She had a plan, but she needed Zoey to stay fairly compliant while Jessica went about her business. Plus, it would have the added benefit of making the pain much worse, which Jessica always counted as a win in her book.

After launching the kick, Jessica bent down and grabbed Zoey. Not dignifying her by picking her all the way up from the ground, the Violent Violet dragged her over to the refrigerator that Zoey had run into only moments prior. That was less than a minute ago, but the two now mostly destroyed stools loomed in her imagination. But there were far worse things lurking just around the corner.

If she managed to drag Zoey that far, she would turn around and open the door of the refrigerator. One more kick would be enough to keep Zoey down, but after that she imagined keeping Zoey down was going to be a far easier task. She would try to move Zoey into position, and then would try to slam the door of the fridge right onto her head. As she went about her tasks, she was silent, and had a look of pure business on her face. This was not that fun for her. No, the fun would be coming later...

Oh yeah. That was at least one rib gone.

Zoey kept rolling about on her back, clutching the side of her rib cage and feeling about the side of her torso. Her fingertips sought out a couple of rough bumps that she was positive weren’t there before. The counter cracked right through, finishing off the pounding the stool had given her. Crushed to hell on one side. Her lungs felt like they were on fire with even the slightest breath drawing a painful twitch across her countenance. Fighting back just wasn’t an option right now.

Good for her opponent. Jessica didn’t seem like wanted to waste any time. Out of the corner of her eye she could make out the stern expression on her face. Was she pissed? Just planning? Zoey couldn't tell what she was thinking and for some reason that made it all the worse.

A boot met her right upside the head, the same place the stool had just knocked her senseless of. The world fell dim for a second before something yanked at her strands and pulled her back into reality. She almost wish she hadn’t, because the only thing waiting for her was another kick. All of a sudden, though, a coolness washed over the young Asian. Her eyes could make out a snapshot of some empty milk jugs and moldy food. The fridge at least helped cool her burning head down after all the injuries, but that probably wasn’t what Jessica had in mind. Oh no. Not even close.

Just when she was starting to get her head straight again, the fridge door slammed right into the side of her cranium. It was like a flashbang just went off in front of her, as her head thumped relentlessly and her ears filled with an unbearable pitch. Her body went limp almost immediately, her legs giving out and the rest of her following with a hard crash against the kitchen floor. The young Asian laid limp against the floor for a second, her mouth agape before her hands slowly rose off the ground to make a long trek to her head. Just looking for some reminder that she could still feel...well, anything really.

Jessica looked down on Zoey as she went through with the move. She wondered if Zoey regretted saying the things she had said. She wondered if that would make a difference. She wondered if the Asian woman lamented the fact that she had accepted a no DQ match with Jessica Right. The thoughts bubbled up and then disappeared into the nether of the brain. The slamming of the door on her head was going to be counted among the litany of destructive acts that would be heaped upon the smaller woman. There would be no more time to wonder, no more time to regret.

It was time to move. To crush, to destroy. Jessica bent over, not to stay the hand that was doing its utmost to deal with what must have been a terrible pain in her head, but to cause more pain. The simple motions that Zoey was trying to do to alleviate her agony did not matter to her, other than causing a wellspring of condescension. That was not going to save her. Nothing was going to save her. She grabbed Zoey's shoulders, and did what she could to drag her dark-haired dancing partner closer to the table.

From there, with a heave or two, Jessica attempted to thrust Zoey onto the table itself. The table looked like it was quite old, and would not withstand much pressure. The Violent Violet was counting on that simple fact. She tried to make it so that her opponent was facedown, becoming more closely acquainted with a piece of furniture that Jessica sincerely hoped would be her best friend.

Jessica moved quickly. She got up onto a chair, and then leaped off of it. She stuck her elbow out as she plummeted towards Zoey's body. There was a lot of mass to her, and almost all of that mass was pissed off and out for blood. And now, she was streaking down like a meteor from the heavens...

Jessica wasn’t actually going to kill her, was she? It was a notion she hadn’t taken seriously when she first heard it escape from the woman’s vile mouth. It just seemed pretty...surreal? Sure, this was a pretty dirty match. Probably one of the roughest she was going to have in a while. But getting fucking murdered wasn’t something she believed any opponent she was going to go up against was consciously capable of.

As she was beaten around like a sack of potatoes, however, being dragged all over the apartment and beaten with every piece of furniture the Violet could get her hands on, Zoey found herself revisiting that promise.

A pair of rough hands grabbed onto her shoulders, crushing them in their grip. Her mind, however, was too busy between the pain of her head being squashed and the pain from her busted rib to worry about any more right now. She wasn’t even aware of where she was going for the most part. Not until she was thrown face first onto the dusty table.

She could hear some rummaging behind her. Sounded like a chair scraping against the floor, or some horrible monster’s claws raking against the hardwood as it approached from behind. She would have liked to believe that it was the former, but given how badly she’d been thrown around by Jessica up to now, the latter didn’t seem too far off.

The reality of things was far more terrible than that. Her head turned to the side just in time to catch the Violent Violet towering over her. Looking down like a bird of prey, ready to dive and down and swoop its prey from...oh no.

“Hold...hold on-”

Too late.

The hammer came down. A stake drove right into her back, crushing her vertebrae and damn near broke her in half. A terrible cry escaped her lips, echoing throughout the apartment and could have even gone out and down the hall if it weren’t for the closed door. When she heard the sound of something crack, Zoey’s first thought honestly convinced her it was her spine. That her brain just hadn’t caught up to the pain just yet. Seems she was being shown some mercy, however, and it turned out to just be the table. A short-lived mercy, honestly.

The table gave way, and she fell harshly onto the tile floor. Splinters and chipped, aged wood tore at her sides before she met the unforgiving ground. Didn’t cut her deep enough to draw blood, but she’d be leaving with plenty less skin for sure. Not that she was focused on that. Her hands shot straight to her back, arching herself as she tried to soothe the pain as best she could.