Jessica Wright vs. Anesthesia - The Straight And Narrow

Match Type: Standard
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, or KO.

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As Jessica threw insults her way, Anesthesia merely smiled in return, not too phased by the venom coming her way. Not that Jessica’s words lacked bite. They were scathing enough, and would’ve certainly incensed her minions if they’d been aimed their way. But a lifetime of hearing far worse directed at her had numbed the Nightingale to such drivel. She would not be so easily goaded.

Though, she had to be honest, the comment about her age was a tad irritating. She would make sure Jessica paid for it, though, in good time.

She stepped back as the referee made her way into the ring, retreating to the official distance for the start of the match. Rolling her shoulder, she let out a silent sigh as all her joints fell into place. She’d had the foresight to stretch before she came out to the ring, thankfully, and was fully ready to compete - wrestling Jessica hadn’t been the goal, here, but it was a possibility she’d considered, and here they were. It had been a long while, far too long, since she’d engaged in combat and truly tested herself. To do with a woman like Jessica was going to be a true treat, one that practically had her salivating.

The referee looked between them, nodded her head, then gave the signal to the timekeeper’s area, calling for the bell. ”Wrestle!”

Anesthesia decided to waste no time. Most often, she would’ve taken her time with an opponent, gone slow, hoping to wither away at their physical and mental defenses. Such subtlety would be nothing but a fool’s errand on a hardened woman like this - no Jessica was getting the direct approach. The moment the bell rang, Anesthesia moved forward at full speed, looking to lock up with the Violent Violet and push hard into her, trying to force her back to the ropes. The young woman was a powerhouse, that was not in doubt, but Anesthesia was stronger than she appeared at first glance, and she was banking on that element of surprise for an edge.

Jessica watched her opponent as she stood across the ring from her. The Violent Violet took a few steps back herself, eager to begin the match. A series of moves flashed through her mind. She tried to remember all the things that Anesthesia was good at. If she recalled correctly, it was a lot of things. Back in the Rumble Roses days, Anesthesia always seemed to pick her opponents apart in a deliberate and debilitating fashion, both physically and mentally, until she got them in some humiliating move that ensured that they tapped. The Violent Violet had faced submission artists before, but never ones who used eroticism as a weapon to the extent that Anesthesia did.

Anesthesia was rolling her shoulders now. Inwardly, Jessica was laughing a bit. Being old in the ring was a total liability, and Jessica had intent to kill when she brought up Anesthesia's age. That age came with experience, which Jessica recognized, but that was something that she could put aside for now. The only thing that she was focused on was overwhelming the former Rose until she couldn't get up anymore.

The bell rung. Jessica started advancing at her opponent, but Anesthesia was quicker on the uptake. "Whoa!" She said. Initially, the blitz worked. Jessica found herself losing ground, with her feet barely able to keep up with her opponent's strong push. Just before she got to the ropes, she found her footing and started pushing back, using the immense strength that she had. The look on her face showed that she was embarrassed that she even got pushed this far back.

Anesthesia let out an orgasmic gasp as their bodies collided, loving the sensation right away. Such a powerful body, made of iron, pressing against her and falling before her onslaught, however briefly - oh, yes, she was quite fond of Jessica, straight away. She had been admiring this body from afar since the Violent Violet entered the ring, and having it so close now, she could say it was everything she could have hoped for.

”Oh, did I take you by surprise there, Jessica?” She cooed as Jessica planted her feet and ground the forward push to a halt, leaving them at a struggling standstill. ”Not bad for being ‘washed out five years ago’, you have to admit.”

Still, Jessica was unquestionably the stronger one between them, and that was made apparent right away, as Anesthesia found her progress being steadily erased. She grunted with each step her foe took forward, until they were close to wards the center of the ring and their starting point. No matter, though - the ball was still firmly in her hands.

Anesthesia leaned in and ran her tongue along Jessica’s neck, savoring the taste while she had the opportunity, before she sprung into action. She swung her leg low, giving the younger woman a kick in the shin, before she swung her body around in a hip toss, attempting to turn all that forward momentum against her and drop the former champion on her back.

Jessica thought that there was a point to what Anesthesia was saying. There was a lot there that was 'not bad', perhaps most not bad among them being the immense brown eyes that she was locked onto. But the strength that Jessica had to exert to earn every inch of the hallowed canvas beneath her spoke to the fact that Anesthesia possessed a lot of power of her own. Not quite enough to stand under the pressure of Jessica Wright, but she imagined that there were few women at the federation who could. Or for that matter, on the face of the earth.

Jessica probably should have had a plan beyond just pushing. Getting carried away in the moment was true everywhere, she knew, including poker tables and bars and the weight room. It was instinctive to her that in any contest she would only be focused on the present, on winning. Anesthesia had a plan though, one that she enacted to great surprise of Jessica. She yelped as Jessica licked her neck. Jessica's shock meant that she stood a bit too upright. Anesthesia showed her experience by slamming a kick into her shin and then tossing her down to the canvas.

Jessica's arms and legs flew out as she bounced down. She groaned, showing how effective that hip toss was. But she did not stay on the ground long, as she was already clambering up to try and get back at her opponent.

And down went the mighty Jessica, bringing a wide smile to Anesthesia’s face. Premature? Oh, certainly. If all it took was a kick and a hip toss to defeat this woman, she doubted the hardcore belt would’ve ever found its way to her waste. It was the smallest of victories, a tiny feather in her cap.

But she’d take it. Gladly. It proved Jessica wrong about her, for starters, and it would start to plant a few interesting seeds in that reptilian brain of hers.

It also provided her with an opportunity, one that she eagerly seized on. As Jessica tried to rise, Anesthesia came from behind, reached out and pulled her into a chokehold as she was getting up to her knees, squeezing her foe in between her breasts, letting the bare flesh rub against the back of her neck.

”Leaving me so soon, love?” She let out a heated growl, her steaming breath working its way through the violet hairs. ”Don’t. The night is young. We’ve only started to know each other.”

Jessica felt Anesthesia's powerful arms wrap around her neck. Chokes were not allowed to be held long here in a wrestling ring, but every second that Anesthesia had her arms around her was a second of agony, one in which Jessica felt like she was dying. And in a way, she was. There was no way that this would follow all the way to its natural conclusion, but when another woman's arms encircle your neck, the first response is always a panicked one. And that was precisely what Jessica did for a moment, as her eyes went wide with fright. She thrashed for a second, and those large breasts of the naughty nurse's mashed against her back.

But Jessica could not allow herself to overreact for that long. The Violent Violet got to her feet and grabbed at the arm that was around her neck. She tried to pull on it a little, but she knew that she was not going to get anywhere with that. Instead, she twisted a bit, and went for a hip toss similar to the one that Anesthesia had just executed on her. Just as Anesthesia thought, it wouldn't be anywhere near close enough to end the match. But it would end the choke, and she needed that small victory.

Anesthesia cooed in bliss as Jessica struggled in her clutches. Even though it was brief, she could tell the immense power behind this body, the sort of raw, brutal strength she hadn’t seen since Dixie Clemets. She even brought to mind her brief alliance with the mercenary ‘Iron Soldier’ a few years back, when she’d tried to push Makoto to her side the first time. But Jessica was sleeker than that woman. More refined. More experienced. There was loads of potential here…

She opened her mouth for another taunt, when the Violent Violet sprung into action once more, rising up with explosive energy. She hadn't thought this move would incapicitate the woman, but Anesthesia was still surprised by the rudeness of her opponent’s movements, the fire she brought to bear. It was more than enough to not only free herself, but do so in a way that put her in peril, as the Dark Nightingale was flung over her foe’s shoulders and dumped squarely on her buttocks.

She was scrambling to her feet a mere second after the impact, knowing she didn’t want a woman like Jessica to have the back advantage in a match like this.

Jessica didn't stop. She couldn't, really. There was too much fire there, too much inside of her that was begging to release all of the energy that Anesthesia had built up in her. The Naughty Nurse's callout was an effective one, and Jessica would be hard-pressed to deny that. The logic that her opponent had and the evidence undergirding it were reasonable. But Jessica wanted to prove her wrong. When Anesthesia first picked up the microphone, she might not have thought of the Jessica who had just pulled off a hip toss to send her opponent to the mat, just as she may not have considered the fact that afterwards Jessica would once more be pitching herself forward to get a follow up attack on her opponent.

Right when Anesthesia found her feet, Jessica sought to send her back down to the canvas. She grabbed her opponent over her shoulder and between her legs, and would then move to throw the woman over her head for a fallaway slam. It was a powerful move, Jessica thought, but one that she could execute quickly enough and with enough efficiency that she could send her opponent reeling in no time.

This wasn’t a problem. Anesthesia knew Jessica would be a formidable opponent, after all. In fact, she was counting on it, wasn’t she? She wanted this woman on her side, a fine specimen for her collection, and she wouldn’t have had any interest in her if she wasn’t a good wrestler. That didn’t mean she couldn’t be controlled. That didn’t mean she couldn’t be defeated. It would just be difficult. But, for a woman of her considerable talents, doable.

Admittedly, it didn’t feel that way at this specific moment, as Jessica pounced on her before she had the chance to properly recoup. The next thing she knew, she was being lifted up with shocking ease, hurled overhead in what seemed to be a fallaway slam. Knowing the move meant little when it came to preparing for it, however, and she went down in a hard crash.

Hardy as she was, Anesthesia still needed a moment to come back from a hit like that. Rolling away, she made her way to the corner and pulled herself up there, leaning on the turnbuckle for tenuous support.

Jessica's purple eyes traced the path of her opponent as she was flung through the sky. Jessica probably shouldn't have just lay there, watching her handiwork, but she enjoyed it. Even if she was trying to turn into a better person, there wasn't anything too wrong with watching just a little, especially after such a powerful move. Soon, she turned onto her front and pushed herself up. By the time that she had done so, Anesthesia was already near the ropes. The look of anguish on her face told the story before her body did. She could twist Anesthesia's body into some horrific submission nor could she pick her up and throw her with the ropes right there, so she stayed put.

That wasn't to say that her mouth wouldn't be moving. "Are you even a real fucking nurse? Like have you ever practiced medicine?" Jessica taunted. "Or is that just as fake as your fighting abilities?"