Jessica Wright vs. Zoey Jae Oh

Jessica watched. Jessica followed. The thundering footsteps that reverberated around the apartment screamed what everyone watching on the camera already knew - Jessica was coming after this woman, and she was coming after blood. Her legs pumped, flexing the muscles that she had worked so long and hard on. Her arms churned, swinging wildly with an unrestrained passion and lust for violence. Her purple eyes did not once turn from the Korean beauty, even as she crashed against the sink and fell to the floor below her.

The Violent Violet skidded to a halt. Zoey was not only down, but clearly in bad shape as well. Sure, she was kicking up at Jessica, but when the 'blow' connected with Jessica's shin, she hardly felt anything at all. Jessica scoffed, and kicked the woman's leg away with a haughty look on her face that spelled nothing other than contempt. Jessica looked around, and smiled. There was something that she definitely wanted to do. Sure, Zoey was down for right now, but she really wanted to make sure that the woman was pliable.

And that was going to involve violence, as it always did. Jessica bent down to grab a handful of that beautiful dark hair of Zoey's, and would try to stand her up. The Korean woman would not remain totally upright for long as Jessica sent the woman a very quick yet very brutal punch to the gut. She hoped that would double the woman over, so that Jessica could quickly turn around and loop her strong arm around Zoey's neck. The Violent Violet was going for a running bulldog. It had long been a staple of her wrestling repertoire, but this was perhaps the first time that her opponent's head would be hitting not a mat but a tiled floor.

And Jessica could not restrain her glee. A wide smile appeared on her face as she went through the move. She would have Zoey tucked in nice and tight against her large chest, with nowhere to go but down. Sure, she would feel a little bit of the impact as her butt smacked against the floor, but she found it very much worth it.

Regret. She had no idea when that last time she’d felt something like it, but right now, that feeling was coming back to Zoey in droves.

The funny thing was, she couldn’t even tell where that regret was coming from in her state of agony. Maybe she regretted throwing that pathetic excuse for a kick that was swatted away by Jessica like a fly in her face. Maybe she regretted a few of the choice insults she decided to throw her way. Maybe she regretted not turning around and walking straight the fuck out back into the blizzard rather than facing this behemoth of a woman that was so leisurely lounging on the couch ten minutes ago. Maybe she just regretted looking at the name ‘Jessica Wright’ on her match card and thinking it wouldn’t be so bad.

She had no idea, but the one thing she knew for sure was that it was so much worse than ‘bad’. So..so much worse.

Her arm was still absolutely, completely fucked when Jessica came for her, leaving no resistance to fight back when the uncomfortably familiar sensation of a hand grabbing her hair forced her up to her feet. She wasn’t even able to make eye contact this time before a punch to the gut rocked her shit, doubling her over in the blink of an eye. She would have fallen to her knees if the Violet’s strong arm hadn’t caught her, damn near burying half her face in that impressive chest if the grip were any tighter. Zoey’s hands went to Jessica’s vicelock, not so much pulling them at arm as she was just holding onto it for some illusion of freedom.

Good for her, she wouldn’t be caught for long. Bad for her, the alternative was far worse.

Jessica broke into a small run, and the rest spelled itself out. “No-” Zoey weakly protested before her face slammed against the hard, ceramic floor. The Korean woman’s body bounced lifelessly like a fish out of a water against the impact, a spurt of blood running down her nose. She laid on her side, mumbling incoherently as her eyes went into a rapid blinking fit. Her body was on recovery mode, leaving her fate entirely in the indomitable woman’s hands.

Jessica stood up. There was an unmistakable sting going throughout her body. Sure, some of it was probably due to the fact that her large keister had just met the floor, but most of it was the undeniable buzz of excitement. The electricity was raw, and Jessica was going to seize it. She rose and turned around to find Zoey exactly as she expected her, facedown and totally limp. That is where all of the excitement came from - Jessica had a totally blank canvas with which she could paint something truly horrid and brutal. Taking a step forward, she began her business.

Jessica grabbed at Zoey's mid-section, and attempted to heave her up from the floor. There were probably easier ways to do this, like standing her up first, but she had the distinct impression that Zoey had not quite gotten enough of her strength yet. The muttered 'no' into her breast was a transgression that would not be without consequences. Hell, stepping into the same apartment as her would not be something that Jessica was just going to let go. Anyone who stood against her must be laid waste, as Jessica was going to bring down the fury of an Old Testament angel.

Or at least, a fairly nasty bully. She lifted Zoey from the ground, so that the woman was upside down, and her exposed chest was out. It was the position of a pile driver, and the crowd at home breathed in. A piledriver? On porcelain? Surely the move would send the poor woman to the hospital. Jessica paused and looked up at the camera. She felt like winking. Not to assure them, but to let them no, that there was no way in hell that this was going to be all right.

Jessica wandered over to the toilet, and dunked Zoey's head in the water. She wondered if Zoey was too dazed to recognize what was going on, so she sought to end the doubt. "Wake the fuck up!" She shouted as she proceeded to give her opponent a swirly. It was a pretty fucked up thing for one adult woman to do to another, and that is precisely why Jessica did it. It made her feel like a teen again, filled with vice and braggadocio and hollow nameless rage. Jessica bounced the woman up and down in the toilet, flushing as she did so. Her maniacal laughter bounced around the small bathroom as Jessica bullied the woman.

And then it was ended. Jessica did a pile driver into the tile. The cackling was over.

Pain. Pain and nausea. That was all Zoey could really pick up on as she sputtered mindlessly against the bathroom tiles beneath her. For a while, it seemed as though the entire world were balancing on a needle, teetering left and right with no clear pattern to it. Every sudden change in direction threw her head for a loop, the vertigo alone tempting her to lose her lunch right here on the floor.

She kept it in, somehow, but Jessica was clearly working to fix that, amongst other things. All at once, everything went topsy-turvy as a thick, rough pair of arms wrapped around her waist, hoisting her up and leaving her to dangle upside down in front of Jessica’s legs. Fighting back wasn’t an option. Zoey could barely even protest as a bit of mumbled jargon worked past her lips. Droplets of blood dripped from her nose to make little splats of red against the cool white tiles beneath her. One’s trajectory got caught in Zoey’s path as she swayed in the Violent Violet’s grasp, splashing against the underside of her exposed breast, running a quick red line down past her areola before it settled and dried. She was half gone, swaying helplessly with her arms hanging towards the floor, only slightly piecing together that she was being moved until it was too late.

Zoey was brought down hard, her head splashed into a cold bowl of semi-clear water. The chill woke her up in an instant, drawing a loud gasp from her lips in time to hear Jessica’s demands. She looked left, then right, then down, then up, right into Jessica’s eyes, fully processing now what was happening to her. She opened her mouth, going to say something before she went right back down. The toilet water wasn’t high enough to drown her, but it reached just below her upper lip if she kept it shut. She was compelled to just keep it shut, but breathing through her nose was almost worse. Dirty water rushed into her nostrils as she was dunked in and out, painfully rushing down the back of her throat, scratching and scorching it with every bit of resistance.

But resist she did. It was all she could do as her memories of third grade manifested around her. “...*cough*...S-stop!” Her head dunked in again. “...*cough*....*cough cough*...” Sploosh. “...*cough*...Don’t…” Ploosh. After the fifth or sixth dunk, her shouts were gone. She could barely even manage to keep coughing up the tainted liquid. Her mind was awash, distant, just struggling to breathe. The lack of oxygen was making her delirious. Desperate. She just wanted it to stop. Wanted all this to end. And eventually, it did.

By the time Jessica had pulled her out, Zoey was a complete mess. Her once flowing brown strands were dark and damp, tangled against her head and shoulders and standing out in every which way. Her eyes were bright red, on the verge of tears that were brought upon unconsciously by the flaming sensation in her nose. The bruises lining her body seemed to have come back to life, flared by her desperate kicking and struggling to break free.

Then, she felt the hold tighten, and she was raised slightly. Her eyes grew wide, just an instant before the Korean girl’s head smacked against the ceramic with a sickening crack. The mirror shook and Her body lurched forward, her bare chest and tummy slapping against the ground with her arms splayed to the side. A noticeable crack left the spot Zoey’s gentle head had once graced. She laid there still, her hair a mess, her body wet, every inch in absolute agony. The last thing she heard before the lights went out was Jessica’s mad cackling, her laughter gripping the Korean girl’s soul tightly before it was snuffed out all at once.

In and out, in and out. With a half naked opponent like Zoey, she would not mind a different sort of in and out, but for the time being, the swirly would do. She felt like she was back in high school, borderline assaulting some of her peers. Most other bullies demanded something from the ones they picked on, but Jessica was not like that. She liked violence for the sake of winning something, sure, but moreso she got her first taste of violence for the sake of violence. So when the night's events culminated into Zoey's head slamming into the floor, she took a moment to let it all sink in. She watched how Zoey's body flopped down to the tile floor, quiet in her premature slumber. It was a good sight to see.

But there were better sights, she was sure of that. And she was going to make that happen. She reached out and rid Zoey of her bottoms. She wanted to have all of Zoey. Jessica stuffed the black skirt into her one piece as a trophy for later, and then stood up. The climax had already been reached, and it was high time for the denouement. She probably could have dragged Zoey back to the living room, but that did not seem right. It did not seem Jessica. So Jessica bent down to pick her opponent up, and haul the naked form onto her shoulder for a fireman's carry.

She turned and walked back to the place where it all began. She did not make haste, nor did she dally. There was no reason to go at a pace anything other than her own, and if the whole world got to see Zoey's naked rear as she walked down the hallway, all the better. It was a sight to see, after all. Jessica turned the corner and entered the living room. She surveyed the scene. There was still the hole in the wall where Jessica drilled Zoey. There was still the remains of the lamp that Zoey had used to attack her. There was still the psychic energy of the terrible violence that went down. To win the match, all she had to do was dump Zoey on the ground, and lift her arm to show that she was unconscious. Surely, after an evening such as this, there were better ways to show what she wanted to show.

Jessica brought her other hand up to Zoey's form, and positioned herself. The actions she had done over the course of the match had taken quite a bit out of her, but she still had a lot left in the tank for one final hurrah. She lifted her opponent's naked form over her head in a gorilla press, showing off Zoey's unconscious body for the world to see. Before she even knew what was going on, a mighty roar escaped from her lips. Jessica no longer felt human. She felt like a fucking animal.