Jessica Wright vs. Zoey Jae Oh

Jessica felt it. The weightlessness. All 141 pounds of her came hurtling down like the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. It was something that her brother did often, and she only did but rarely. For a brief second, she wondered why. The feeling was a good one, a raw one, a pure one, and Jessica did not regret that she was carrying out the move, not even for a second. By the time that Zoey called for mercy, it was already far too late. The Violent Violet was plummeting down, and there was nothing to stop her save the divine grace of a generous god.

Zoey would receive no divine intervention. Jessica hit Zoey first, and then went straight threw the table. Chips of wood and splinters flew asunder, spraying the kitchen with what had once been a perfectly acceptable table. A split second after, the both of them slammed into the floor, which was considerably harder. Jessica felt the impact of both, but there was little doubt in her mind that Zoey had felt them considerably more.

And considerably worse. The Korean girl pawed at her back, hoping to soothe the pain Jessica supposed. Jessica got up, and brushed herself off a little bit. She was sure that when management booked the match, they had something precisely like that in mind. Hell, when Jessica said yes, she was thinking in a very similar fan. All of the fans watching on their tiny TV sets probably felt an adrenaline rush like she did, albeit not nearly on the same scale as the one as she was currently feeling. Jessica stood there for a second, considering what she had just done, her chest rising and falling considerably with every massive gulp of air.

But that was only a taste of what they wanted. More importantly, that was only a taste of what she wanted, and Jessica had both the means and motivation to carry out her dark desires. Jessica took a half step forward, and bent over once more. This time, it was not to harm her, not physically at least. No, that cute little dark-haired girl had an awfully pretty blue, black, and gold top. Jessica wanted it. She started pulling, yanking, doing whatever she could to make sure that Zoey would not be wearing it any more. That ought to make sure that the viewers at home stayed in their seats.

In her opinion, Zoey believed she had a pretty good pair of breasts, far from flat-chested as her Asian heritage would have it. Pretty firm, didn’t give her any back problems, could catch a guy’s attention in a tank top. They checked off all the things she could have asked from them. Though they weren’t quite as voluminous as Jessica’s pair, Zoey would never say she harbored a complex. Not in the slightest.

Seems Jessica was fixing to change that, though. Zoey’s back wasn’t in such a mood to cooperate with her right now. Every slight twitch made her kick her feet in absolute agony. Had she not known any better, she’d have assumed Jessica had rammed the edge of a table leg into her backside. The piercing pain kept her down long enough for the Violet to stand back up and plot her next course of action. The TKD chick assumed more pain was headed her way, and she was more or less right.

Just not the kind she of pain she was expecting. A pair of less-than-gentle hands gripped the ends of her top and started working their way up. It was so rough and it all happened so fast that Zoey wasn’t entirely sure what Jessica was going for.

“What...what are you…”

And then it happened. Her top was yanked right off, the black layer underneath right along with it, freeing her generous bosom from its comfortable confines. They gave a slight sway as they were released, but settled almost immediately, displaying that firm quality she was so proud of.

Zoey’s eyes grew twice their size in a heartbeat, feeling a breeze wash over them that made her shudder from top to bottom. Immediately, she went to plant herself on the floor, covering herself until she realized just what the fuck she was doing. She flipped herself around, painful as it was, and looked up at Jessica while using one arm to cover her breasts as best she was able. A red hue overtook her face as she looked up with equal parts anger and embarrassment. She reached a handout, trying to grab for it despite being well out of her grasp.

“Give it back!” She swatted at it, adrenaline pumping through her veins and rousing back to life for one brief moment. “Give it back, you Barney fucking bitch!”

She kept reaching out for it, making swipes for the fabric despite her body pleading for her to stop. But she wasn’t playing these mind games. No fucking way.

It did not take that long. Zoey's top came off with a few quick motions, and the deed was done. She held the top aloft, as if it were some great trophy that she had just won, marvelling at it for a second before turning her attention back to her opponent. Jessica's defiling act had caused a great deal of consternation, as it very well should have. That was precisely the point. The woman was trying to cover herself up, which Jessica thought was downright adorable. Everyone was going to be seeing that chest again, alongside a whole lot more of her, if Jessica had her way.

The Violent Violet dangled Zoey's top just outside of the girl's reach. Every time she got close with one of the swipes, Jessica would pull the top away, making sure that the Korean girl could not get it. "You honestly think that I am just going to give this back to you, right in the middle of the match?" She got close this time, but Jessica snatched it away just in the nick of time. "You gonna get dressed again?" Jessica taunted. "I might keep this as a trophy, after I knock you the fuck out." Jessica leaned down, letting her own chest droop low. She pulled Zoey's top just out of reach once more. She felt like a bully, and it felt good. Hell, it was half of the reason that Jessica enjoyed wrestling so damn much.

"Fucking idiot." Jessica stood up, and kicked Zoey right in the stomach. She cast the top aside, and reached down to grab that lovely dark hair of Zoey's. Jessica would then proceed to try and drag her, with all the softness of a caveman dragging his kill home, over the splinters, through the threshold, and into the bedroom. Like with the grand unveiling of Zoey's wonderful little chest, it was not going to take long, she hoped. With a spring in her step and nothing but icy black malice in her heart, Jessica hoped she could make the transition quickly.

And if she could not make it there, that was fine. Dealing with the splinters again was not going to be fun for her opponent, just as getting rug burns was not going to be pleasant. Either way, she thought her opponent better pray that they did not make it to the bedroom, because things were about to get nasty in there.

No. No, she didn’t expect Jessica to just give her her top back. She expected Jessica to taunt her for longer than she would have liked. She expected the woman to lace deep into her. She expected her to look down on the Korean-American like she was so much a cockroach scuttering through the kitchen. She expected her to make threats. She expected her to keep on taunting the whole way like the complete bitch she was and continued to prove herself to be.

But Zoey said it anyway. No shame in trying, as the saying goes.

But there was going to be pain, and plenty of it. Jessica demonstrated, burying her foot into the TKD chick’s softened tummy. She gagged and hunched forward, practically offering her head to the Violent Violet. She grabbed her raven locks roughly, giving a distinct sense of deja vu as Zoey was dragged out of the kitchen to God knows where next.

The thought occurred to her to maybe try and fight back. Maybe go for the hand and turn things around on her aggressor if she was quick enough. But between the mental block of exposing her chest to the world and her stomach feeling like it was going to have a relapse any second now, Zoey’s hands stayed right where they were.

“H...hate you. You're a fucking animal. Let me go!” She kicked and kicked against the ground as she was pulled along, just trying to rustle herself free however she could. “You better keep walking. The second you let me go, I’m gonna bash your fucking face in. You hear me?!”

That was the only resistance Zoey could muster thus far. Part of her mind was still concerned for her top, trying to figure out where exactly Jessica had thrown it and if she could make time to grab it. The other part knew well enough that there were greater things to worry about, just looming their ugly heads over the horizon.

Jessica kept an eye on Zoey the whole time as she was dragging her away. Partly because that chest of hers was more than worth looking at, and partly because she did not want Zoey to break free from her grasp. Despite her small stature, the Korean-American girl had a lot of fight in her. It was annoying, and Jessica wanted to put a stop to it sooner rather than later. But the most annoying thing of all was that Zoey was still talking back. It was painfully clear that Jessica was going to have to beat even more respect into this woman. Not that she had a problem with that.

Jessica crossed the threshold into the bedroom, and dragged Zoey just a little bit further, just to be safe. All of those other rooms had lots of hard objects, that were really good for slamming. This room was filled with soft objects, which could be used for their own purposes. It was high time that she started squeezing and stretching and submitting this woman, so that maybe she would stop running her goddamn mouth so much.

"Fucking spoiler alert, I am a fucking animal. And I am going to rip you apart, champ, until this whole fucking apartment looks like a dumpster behind a butcher's shop. So shut the fuck up with your face bashing shit, otherwise you are going to see what it is really like to have your face bashed in." Jessica let it all out. She was not going to let her opponent get a word in edge-wise.

Least of all, because she attempted to throw Zoey onto the bed. With a grunt, she went about her business. It was a quick turn, but a powerful follow through carried her momentum around. She was not going to be shy about this one. Especially due to the intimacy of just having ripped Zoey's top off.

There didn’t seem to be an accurate way to describe to describe the amount of regret Zoey was feeling in the pit of her stomach the moment after she spoke her mind. It wasn’t like she expected Jessica to let her go. Hell, she didn’t even think she was really listening. It was just make sure her opponent knew that she wasn’t going quietly. She wasn’t scared of this woman, not of anyone.

But Violent Violet made it damn clear to her that she should be. Zoey let out a yelp as she was yanked forward and their eyes were forced to meet. She didn’t so much as blink as the titan spoke with absolute thunder in her words, ripping through the TKD chick like a tidal wave with its force alone. It struck her to the core, and she wasn’t even sure why.

She was so wrapped up between her escape that she hadn’t even noticed where Jessica had dragged her. Looked like a bedroom. A dusty place, at least the counters from what little she could tell. Zoey could only imagine what her aggressor’s plans could be for this place, but she didn’t want to find out. Had to get free.

Seems she couldn’t follow up on her promise right away, as Jessica threw her flat onto the bed like she was so much some puppy’s worn chew toy. For all the relief the soft covers gave her, the violet woman’s threat still rang irrevocably in her ears, making the hackles on the back of her neck stand up on end as she looked back into those intense pupils staring down at her.

“Yeah.  She said, trying to do her best to keep her voice from quivering. "Yeah, okay. You’re tough.” She brought her hands away from her chest and sat up over the covers.  “That’s why you need a bed to fall on, right? Pussy.”

Steeling herself for the shitstorm that was no doubt coming, Zoey went to get into a crouched position and brought her fists up in a rudimentary guard. She didn’t know what Jessica had in mind, but putting her to sleep was probably on that list somewhere. Zoey didn’t intend to make it easy, though.

Still, Zoey had not had enough. Even after being stripped from the waist up, she was still yapping, still maintaining the pretense that she had a legitimate chance to win this fight. Zoey had still not recognized how mean and dominant Jessica could be. In a situation like this, where the usually unhinged Jessica had even more of a right to destroy another human being. She saw Zoey's form, beautiful as it was, raising up to come deal with whatever it was that Jessica was prepared to throw at her. Adorable, in its own way, she supposed.

But ultimately, it would have to be brought to an end. Jessica barreled forward, going from standing still to a flat out sprint in less than a second. Sure, she was not the fastest woman to ever grace a wrestling mat, but when she got going there was a whole head of steam that was coming behind her. Her arms chugged along with her long and powerful legs, and Jessica had covered the ground between the bed and the door in no time at all.

The second before she would hit the bed, Jessica leaped into the air and brought her strong shoulder down. The Violent Violet was going for a spear, right to the middle of her opponent's chest. With her full momentum behind her, there was going to be no stopping her, aside from a brick wall. And as she got closer and closer to the final impact, she doubted very much that Zoey was much of a stopping force.

No, Zoey hadn’t had enough. That was the problem she’d been warned about time and time again by more people than her brain cared to remember. Her mouth was always demanding more. Whether it be a turkey sandwich with extra mayo or a knuckle sandwich with extra punch, she was always waiting for it. Didn’t matter how it got to her.

Already she could hear her mother’s badgering from all the way across the world, giving her all that jazz about growing up. Always making trouble for herself. Always getting tough with people. Why couldn’t Zoey just act like a normal girl? Those long moments alone together trying to figure out what was wrong with her wiring. Then that time she finally gave up trying. That time she held her close and said she understood. That she’d love her no matter what, no matter where her life took her.

For some reason, that was the only thing running around inside of Zoey’s head as she saw Jessica charging straight towards her. Like a lioness on the prowl, she was at top speed in a second flat, flying over the covers like a missle. Her body became a blur from the head down and everything went dark for a second.

The TKD chick’s came back to her at just the wrong moment, right when her back smacked against the head of the bed, crashing against it and splintering the wood against the force. Her head was too high above it, instead of hitting the wall hard enough to leave an imprint above the shattered, wooden beams her back saw to breaking. The entire bed jumped up from the rear first against the impact before crashing back down. Zoey’s limp body slumped against the wall, her legs splayed out in front of her and her head slumped to the side, trying to remember what part of the world she was in.

Jessica rarely left the bounds of the earth, which was a shame. When the Violent Violet really got going, she was nothing less than a cannonball. As Jessica soared at her opponent, she started to regret that she had not learned aerial maneuvers that would devastate her opponent, the same way that Jessica was about to annihilate poor Zoey here. The asteroid finally hit home, and the force of the blow caused a spike on the Richter scale in addition to her opponent being flung backwards into the headboard. Jessica landed face down on the bed, almost ensconced by the warmth and softness of the blanket. It was hard not to appreciate it for what it was.

Fortunately, however, Jessica was a hard woman. And she was not going to let something soft stop her on her way to unconditional victory. She pulled herself up, and then made a grab at Zoey's head. The Korean girl looked entirely out of it, which is precisely where Jessica wanted her to be. The girl had already dealt with a lot from the Violent Violet - now it was time to see how far Jessica could go.

For most of the evening, the sudden disastrous impact had been the name of the game. But while they were here on the bed, Jessica figured that she ought to take it nice and slow. She spread her own legs, mirroring Zoey in a sense, and pushed her opponent's head down towards her sex. Jessica would close her legs back up, ungulfing her opponent in a head scissors with Zoey's nose mere inches from her crotch.

There, under a broken headboard and staring at a huge hole in the wall, Jessica was going for one of the most humiliating and painful moves she could possibly think of. And it probably did little for Zoey's dignity that Jessica began playing with her hair, and humping her face a little bit. Although, how much pride did a topless girl getting squeezed to death on a bed really have in the first place, Jessica wondered.

Zoey wasn’t much of a physicist, but it seemed like utter bullshit that someone so heavy could fly through the air so fucking fast. It just seemed unreal, that someone so...big could move that fast. Hit that hard. But she did it anyway.

The human missile that was Jessica Wright did more damage than Zoey realized when she attempted to roll clear of her after the impact damn-near cleaved her in two. Her body wasn’t responding to her commands. There were the occasional twitches and muscle spasms, attempts from her brain to spark some life back into her and get out of the danger zone. All of her wiring was jacked up. And she hadn’t even gotten to the pain in her gut and how she felt like it was going to explode at any second now.

It may as well have been actual javelin that ran her through, save for the puncturing. There was still plenty of injury to be had, with a few cuts on her backside that she couldn’t quite feel with all the adrenaline pumping through her. Would probably start staining the bed if the fight stayed in this locale much longer. Unfortunately, that seemed to be just what the Violent Violet had in mind for her.

She was ripe for picking when Jessica lifted her up by the head and out of the wood chips and bits of plaster riddled around the top half of the bed. Internally, the TKD chick pondered what fresh hell was awaiting her next. Throwing her halfway across the room? Jumping off the bed and piledriving her into the floor? She didn’t really know what to expect, but her body prepared for it all the same.

Didn’t help a single fucking bit. Jessica was of a mind to do things slowly now. Get nice and close with her prey. Suck the life out of her bit by bit.

Or squeeze, rather. The next thing she knew, Zoey was going between those long, iron legs. No doubt in any other context for most people watching safely at home tonight, or maybe even the same for some, this would likely be a position they could only dream about finding themselves in. But right now, for the little Korean-American, it was nothing but pure, unforgiving hell she was being dragged into.

The pressure crushed down on her skull straight away, causing her body to jerk beneath the woman and kick her legs out. Her hands frantically patted up and down her thick, bulging thighs, trying to get some relief and not finding even a smidgen of the inexorable pressure. She tried turning her head away from the hand messing around with her hair and making shit hard to see, but didn’t have an inch of room to be given even that. All Zoey could do was just hold on. Hold on and pray the lights stayed on until she could find a way out of this.