Reika Suzuka VS Jess, Barroom Bashup (LtLukas)

Just about to wail the purple haired bruiser in the face, she was quickly interrupted, flinching at how fast her opponent had got up, and now sending a few flurried blows Reika's way, some even hitting Reika right in the face as her signature glasses got crooked from one stray punch. Much to the crowds surprise watching, this wouldn't be the first her glasses had been knocked off, since this had been a gimmick of hers, and to be honest, the glasses line of Reika did sell well. Except here, she'd throw them off while stumbling back, panting, before rolling one shoulder...

Already there was bruise forming on Reika's face, aside her looks, but it wasn't stopping her.

"Nffh, sloppy, mine are better..." she thought to herself, spitting out some excess spit from her mouth, not blood yet, as she set her naked eyes back on her brute of an opponent. This time, to throw her weight at her with a hard charge and pin to wall, if it were a success, Reika would have the pleasure of stomach punching her recovering opponent.

"Feeling the pressure?~" Reika laughed, before she charged in with her next attack, unaware that if her opponent had something up her sleeve, Reika would hitting the wall, quite possibly denting it from its weakness of poor design.

Jessica came forward with punch after punch. Sure, Reika was right - not all of them came in a disciplined or concentrated fashion. Jessica had her back to the wall and fire in her belly, and Jessica just wanted to hit something, dammit. The Violent Violet was happy to see that she did, causing Reika's glasses to fall off her face. Her youth and firepower more than made up for her lack of form, and Jessica was going to keep going until someone or something made her stop.

"Heh, sloppy, you - " but before Jessica could really get going with some devastating insult, she was thrown against the wall as if this were some high school dance and Reika were some particularly horny teenage boy. As much as she would have liked to kiss Reika, that was not fated to be. She was assaulted by a series of belly punches that slammed into her hard abs, causing the wind to be ripped from her. She would have doubled over had Reika not been there to prevent her from doing so.

With one eye half closed in pain, and the other burning with fury, she looked at her opponent. Just like before, she was in a tight spot against a very dangerous opponent, with limited means of breaking out. Moving quickly, she attempted to shove her opponent off of her, and then she would swing in a powerful kick to Reika's head. That would surely do more damage than her fury did, especially because Jessica's form was perfect, and her heart was set on violence.

With Reika really going to town, on bar beating the bruisers body with her own fists, the Viper even took time to grip the girl's head of hair, and smash it back into the wall a few times, just to make more concussion to the girl until Reika was finally satisfied on the next term of, violence, for her. That being being a hard knee to the chin, planning this, her blinded focus was off as her opponent was almost up, and had the nerve to throw a kick right over Reika's head, the wide eyed girl feeling the brunt of it, as she let out a grunt falling through a stray chair from one of the bar tables, splintering her skin no doubt...

"H-fffffh....mhhn..." Reika let out, body slightly twitching from the fall onto the wooden, dirty bar floor, shaking her stunned head from a violent kick like that, as she was in a crawling state to get back up, or face a rude awkening with another object attacking her, or a slam.

It was hard for Reika to see straight, having took stronger kicks than that, but it still put her down a notch as she got a grip of a fractured chair leg, causing some reaction from the crowd as they cheered and wooped from the safety of the other room. Reika slightly grinned, finally, tools to ruin her opponents without rules or regulations, only blood and sweat for the payoff, "Oh Jess was it, is that your name?....so basic, perfect for a standard bitch..." Reika said with a low growl, at last, finally saying her opponents name from a fuzzed head of hers, about to throw the broken leg at her opponent, only now showing that she didn't know where Jess was...

Above her?, behind her?, Reika held her head slightly, one leg trying to get up, as her grip on her new weapon slid a bit...

Jessica got rocked. There was a lot going on what with the head banging against that solid frame and the blows and the general gravity of the situation. She knew that she got rocked, and had to admit that to herself, even if she did not ever say that out loud. But Jessica was down, not out. So when she broke out of her rough situation, she felt a breath of fresh air unlike any other she had gulped down on the open plain of Iowa. Seeing the contemptible Reika crash through the chair lent her a feeling of exhiliration, and Jessica knew that she could not waste even a moment.

She took a step forward, and then paused. That leg of the chair gave her reason to wait a moment. Reika appeared to her like a wounded animal, always ready to do something drastic. Jessica tensed. There were two options now. She could play it safe, and test her reaction time. It would be risky. Or, she could barrel forward and hope for the best. She would test her everything, and it would be even riskier. Time slowed, and the chanting of the crowd a mere room away grew dim. The heart that was beating hard in her chest. It demanded victory. Jessica's fist clenched, and she moved forward, signaling her choice.

Jessica tried to clear the space between them as quickly as she could. Diving low, she went for a baseball slide, attempting to get the redhead off of her feet. It wasn't an elegant move, she supposed, but it would do the dirty work that she wanted while also hopefully getting her out of striking distance of the leg of the chair of the leg. And if it didn't work, well, then Jessica could always send an uppercut into Reika's crotch. Hell, she might do that anyways.

Mustering up some rage as she caught the sight of Jess, the person she had just now known the name of at last, took a massive, if what sloppy swing at the girl making a move, "pffh, smiiiiile..." she said, rather angrily as she just misses Jess in her state, chair leg flying out of her grip as it clangs against the bar floor, her eyes flinch, muscles tensing despite being a bit worn inside, letting out a growl as she stumbled from her missing swing on Jess. Only to now pay the price of taking so long with a blunt object, she should of used it sooner, but too late...

An attempt of Reika to instinctively grab Jess, was a miss too, the girl took a slide and had managed to get a dirty blow on Reika, "G-GHHHHHFH YOU B-BITCH!" the Viper groaned out as her lower areas was struck from the slide to low blow, not even someone as tough and sadistic as Reika could take a hit like that, soon sending her toppling over as even the crowd swooned in Jess's favor, a change of pace, and a fatal blow Reika was used to dealing out.

Only here, Jess thought first and made Reika look like a FOOL.

But struck down and panting, as her heavy infamous chest cushioned in her black tribal bra, heaved from sweat and a tad ton of exhaustion to regather herself after a unexpected hit, with her fringe in her sight whilst her body was shuddering all over. Her far from perfect now nails, gripping at the bar floorboards as she would try to quickly, and tactically at this point, make a small retreat away from the done sliding Jess, who was now in a GOOD position to get back at the Viper, downed, but at least shut up in the less words more groaning sense.

"The....b-bitch, time to scatter..." Reika thought to herself, hand going through her hair, weakened, but not out of the fight as she observed her surroundings only slightly.

Jessica was a whirl of motion. To an outsider, things were moving in regular time, with one event following the next. Jessica slid, crashed into Reika's feet, and the woman went down. But to Jessica, there was no order. Things happened in slow motion and all at once. The punch sliced upwards in the air. The swing of the chair's leg missed her in the same instant that she avoided the grab. Sweat dripped. The wood under her creaked. Jessica breathed out. There was no one individual part that could be divided from the whole, and the sum was worth far more than the totality of the parts.

As Jessica's slide came to a halt, she used her momentum to help herself stand up. The crowd was for her now. She looked at them, a bit confused. She was used to being liked by a few particularly bloodthirsty fans, but it appeared that at least most of the crowd was cheering for her. Jessica was a fairly nasty heel, but she knew Reika to be a fairly nasty heel as well. Sometimes, she supposed, one was forced to pick the greater of two evils.

The move that she had just pulled off was exactly the sort of move that it would take to win this match. Seeing that Reika was trying to recover from the blow, Jessica decided to go on the offensive once more. And she was going to go on her unique brand of offensive. Scrambling towards the nearest table, she grabbed a bottle of something that she would have much preferred to drink.

"How do you like your drinks, bitch!" She hollered as she lifted the bottle and hurled it at her opponent. She probably could have thought of a better line, but she figured that she needed to think, act, and move quickly.

Currently still in her groggy mess state, Reika started to get up, however, what would happen next would test her durability to stand up from it, as the hurled bottle went straight over Reika's head, shattering, as a massive groan from the crowd sure set up the damage in sound. Reika on the other hand, wasn't groaning, but more so froze as her eyes widened from the blow to the head, no traces of blood just yet, but enough to make her fall back on her side, as her attempt to get up barely made her crash right back down.

Right back onto the cold floor as her body shuddered, stunned, in lower section and now her head as her body slowly writhe around, "f-ffffffh....nnhgh..." she moaned quietly, a stream of blood running down her head as she tried getting a recollection of what just happened, or where her opponent was, only to blindly pick herself up stumbling.

Hitting at thin air in hopes of attacking Jess with her arms, but nothing, instead, she crashed into a table, leaned on it, trying her best to recover in such a worsened state as things were now heating up. Reika had drew first blood here literally as she coughed out something, inaudible to hear, but something of a silent curse, and if Jess had anything to follow up on the position Reika had accidently set herself up in, now would be the time. Hunched over like that in such a suggestive manner, a good view even, if this had been a Hentai match...

Though nothing or Reika's forte as her goals were settled more on strength, than a few gratuitous moans and holds, if jess tried anything, Reika would slip away from the table, and attempt to drag Jess down by the leg, hopefully to give her some time to actually think of coming back from this without getting even more trashed.

"B-bleeding for the oldest bar fight in the book, hngh..." she thought, hazily that is...

Clonk. The sound of the bottle hitting Reika's head was music to her ears. Going into this, she knew that this match was going to get a bit loud, but that particular noise felt pretty good. Crash. The bottle that she had chucked then slammed into the wall and exploded into a thousand pieces. It was satisfying, really. To hear that bottle smash against the wall. Jessica loved it, just as she loved the cheer of the crowd behind her. This was not the pansy ass Friday night crowd. These were folks who were staying up way past their bedtimes, and wanted to see their money's worth.

So Jessica was going to give it to them. Seeing Reika's feckless attack come up empty, she rushed forward to her provocatively posed opponent. Reckoning that the blow from the bottle was going to have her down but not out, Jessica recognized opportunity when she saw it. She bent down and tried to seize her redheaded opponent around the waist, and pull her away from the table she was using as a crutch. From there, she would try to take a few steps back.

Not because she was afraid of Reika, far from it. No, she was hoping the blow from the bottle was enough to keep Reika groggy long enough for Jessica to launch a massive German suplex backwards into the bar itself. Sure, it was probably just as hard as the floor, but Jessica felt like making a statement. And in a place such as this, and a night such as this, she had a lot to say.

Jessica was quick with her footwork, and even faster with her arms. If she could maintain a hold over her opponent, she had no doubt in her mind that she could get the move to come off. But Reika was down, and not out, and she was a huge problem to deal with if she was not in a state of pure pain...

Reika wasn't going anywhere, even if she had thought of something in the slightest of use to her, an evasion tactic, or a dirty move attempt at Jessica, her grogginess was slowing her down, as her sweaty, quite beaten up body was picked up by the hands of her, hardcore, in a sense opponent who raising the sheer weight of Reika up, in a suplex of some sort. Then it hit her her mind, too little and too late to get out of it, Reika's beaten body was about to go through the damn bar itself...

Whoever was serving however, was off to the side, cheering on Jessica like mad to drop Reika through it...

"Fffff-fuck, the sneaky.....s-shhhhh..." Reika muttered to herself quietly as she was being set up, blood dripping down into her sight, making things less worse than this next feeling, as her body was slammed in the German suplex, CRASHING over the bar as glass and some electricity fritzed from the crash of the two women's bodies. Bound to earn some drinks and bets from who was going to win this slugfest. "U-UHHHHNGH!" Reika let out a serious in pain moan as her body collided, dropping in a pile of glass and beer as the suplex had dented the bar good, and the crowd loved every damned minute of it, forcefully giving Reika a heck of a nostalgia trip back to her pit fights. Back when she was fighting nor rules, rather than the cushy comfort of a AFW ring.

From what anyone could tell from the outcome, Reika was down, only twitching a little as her curvy, battered body, was covered in beer and sweat, some scattered glass, and maybe even a electrical reaction from the now ruined neon bar sign that was once on the cabinet. Now fritzing 'O P' as if spelling out something to Reika about this girl in red, as if she could read it though, for the time being, the cold hard floor was her place.

A somewhat pleasing sight to her tough ass opponent nonetheless...

Jessica followed through with the powerful throw just as she had always been taught, showing the strength in her magnificent body as she did so. After slamming her opponent into the bar itself, she staggered off to the side and used the drinking counter to prop herself up. Despite the fact that the match had taken a lot out of her opponent, she could not deny what it had done to her. Her stamina was being tested, and on top of that the redhead had dished out more than her fair share of damage. The respite, however brief, was not only welcome, but was nothing short of necessary.

But it was not going to last forever. It couldn't. Jessica had watched some of Reika's matches in the build up to this match, and knew that Reika's downtime was not going to last for very long at all. This was the moment to seize the opportunity. Jessica took a deep breath in to give herself the energy that she needed, and then went about her bloody business.

Jessica pushed herself up, onto the bar. The ceiling of the place was high enough that she could stand up to her full height, but just barely. She spread her arms wide, in a move that quietly asked the crowd if they were being entertained. The answer was obvious, but Jessica was going to put on a show, first and foremost. That is how you sold tickets. But more importantly, that is how you got shots at the belt.

And then she made her leap. Jessica was not the type of woman to do a whole lot of flippy bullshit. No, she was going to go for something straightforward, that had maximum impact. She stuck her leg out, hoping it would hit center mass. But in reality, she was happy to accept anything.