Jessica Wright vs. Anesthesia - The Straight And Narrow

Just had to get away, just had to make a little space before Jessica caught up with her and-

It was a nice try, but the Violent Violet was on point, and whatever advantage the element of surprise afforded Anesthesia was quickly fading. The woman was all over her before she could even think of rising under her own power, forcing her to stand and sending her off with one of the hardest Irish Whips she’d ever been on the receiving end.

Anesthesia was not much for running, particularly in her heels, but with Jessica’s power behind her, she was able to pick up some real speed. There was little she could at the moment to avoid the momentum, as she was hurled into the ropes. She turned about when she hit them and started charging back, heading towards whatever her foe was planning, helpless…

...but that hardly meant she was out of options. The referee was focused on the action, watching as Anesthesia’s ran. While she did, Sista A reached under the ropes and tried to give Jessica’s ankle a hard pull, looking to trip her up or at least stop whatever she was going for dead in its tracks.

Jessica watched the path of Anesthesia away from her. Pragmatism was always the name of the game for her, which sometimes manifested itself into Jessica bending the rules. As much as she promised that she would not dip into the darker side of wrestling, Jessica knew that her desire to stay clean would be tested tonight. Her purple eyes tracked the experienced fighter as she bounded towards the ropes. Right here, right now, she could go for a low blow that Anesthesia did not have a prayer of blocking. But instead, she had her leg cocked back, ready to fly forward towards her opponent's pretty head.

Anesthesia must have known what was coming. Perhaps there was something that she could have done to slow it down, Jessica granted, but the big boot that was coming towards Anesthesia's head was an inevitability. She counted the footfalls and measured that against her own internal rhythms, trying to give herself the time and space to nail Anesthesia right in the sweet spot.

"Whoa!" Just like that, Jessica was on the ground. Something grabbed her ankle and knocked her to the ground, leaving her face down on the mat and nothing short of furious that she didn't get to attack her opponent.

Teamwork was a beautiful thing, really. Anesthesia didn’t keep Sista A and the Black Belt Demon around for scenery or support, no - she expected results from them. Expected them to win and help her win, as she did with them. While she was certainly capable of defeating a brooding ruffian like Jessica on her lonesome, what would it serve her to exert more effort in than she needed to?

No, no, if she could find an opportunity, she would seize it. And so she did. Sista A did just as she was supposed to, giving Anesthesia an opening. She took it as she ran back and leaped in the air when she was close enough to her opponent, coming down on her prone back with an elbow drop. ”So clumsy!”

A bit much, she knew, but she couldn’t help herself. After all the grief this woman had given her so far, it was more than warranted, and she would cap it all off with a quick whisper in her foe’s ear before she rolled off. ”Nothing quite like having friends in one’s corner, is there?”

Jessica was still feeling the surge of energy that had gotten her this far. She realized only with the aid of hindsight that one of Anesthesia's crew had tripped her up and sent her sprawling down to the mat, which enraged Jessica. Almost to the point where she considered tearing over to the side of the ring, grabbing whatever she could from under the apron and going at Anesthesia like she had nothing left to lose. But she did have a lot to lose. It had taken her an incredible amount of self-growth to get to where she was today, and she would not throw it away on the account of some asshole nurse.

That was made all the more difficult thanks to the fact that Anesthesia had just hammered her to the ground once more with a firm elbow right in her back. Jessica was flattened out once more, as she tried to deal with the pain as best she could. It wasn't great, thanks to the fact that Anesthesia rubbed it in by reminding Jessica exactly what she was going up against.

It was a lot. But she was a lot. Jessica rolled forward to purchase herself some distance from Anesthesia's asshole friends, at which point she tried to rise from the canvas, and face her opponent on even footing.

Too many women undervalued the worth of speaking during a wrestling match, in Anesthesia’s less than humble opinion. It was good to be focused and hone your technique and fight with all that vim and vigor, but a wrestling match wasn’t all about the physical - no, you needed to be in your opponent’s head. Take root and spread like a virus.

If the look on Jessica’s face was any indication, that philosophy was already bearing fruit. She might’ve been a juggernaut, but the chinks in her armor were already showing.

The Violent Violet had the wherewithal to make space between them, clearly trying to get away from her compatriots around the ring. A smart move, yes, but ultimately futile - Anesthesia was already in hot pursuit of her prey, following close behind. The moment she was up and steady, the Dark Nightingale struck, swinging her arm out fast and slicing into her chest with a punishing knife edge chop.

Jessica became aware of Anesthesia following her as she rolled away, but her calculus was the same. Jessica still had to get up if she wanted to take the fight back to Anesthesia, and there was nothing in the world that she wanted to do than that. Even knowing that Anesthesia was looming over her, she popped up and tried to brace herself.

But she probably couldn’t have braced herself for the force of the blow that was to come. The naughty nurse’s blow rattled her to her core, as Jessica’s ample breasts bounced. Jessica barely stayed on her feet as she clutched her chest and faltered backwards, trying to soothe herself from the force of the blow.

A good, clean hit. The chop wouldn’t do much damage by itself, but Anesthesia knew well how a properly executed blow like that could drain at your stamina, whittle your will away. It all came back to her strategy of hammering away at Jessica’s mind, and as the Violent Violet sagged, she knew the ball was firmly in her court.

The only question was how long she was drag this on for, what she would make of it, the lines she would cross. So many tempting scenarios…

”Such a lovely pair.” Anesthesia licked her glove as she moved in, savoring the taste of Jessica’s sweat. ”I hope I didn’t damage them too much, there.”

Biting her lip, hungry, she reached out and snatched her foe by the wrist, getting a good grip and pulling her forward. Anesthesia jerked to the side, spun about, and sent her foe off running towards the edge of the ring, hurling her with a hard Irish Whip, making her storm along the canvas. She followed after her only an instant later, shooting her arm in an attempt to nail her with a lariat when she came back around on the return trip.

Jessica looked up just in time to see Anesthesia licking the glove that had touched her chest. It was an embarrassing thing to do, and Jessica burned with hatred. She knew who Anesthesia was from watching all her matches, and this wasn't surprising. But that didn't mean it was any less humiliating, quite the opposite. The Violent Violet's face cracked with malevolence, as Jessica swore to herself that she would enact her revenge.

But that revenge would have to wait. Jessica soon found herself bounding toward the ropes, having been sent packing by a powerful Irish whip from her opponent. She came charging back, ready to get one back on her opponent, but the mighty chest chop slowed her actions. That meant that Anesthesia was the one sending Jessica to the ground, hitting Jessica with a powerful lariat.

Jessica crashed to the ground, groaning. Her arms and legs spread slightly, as she tried to recover as best she could.

”Oh, how the mighty fall!”

Anesthesia took a moment to bask in her glory as she strutted around the ring, arms spread wide, taking in all of the audiences hate and enjoying a round of applause from her minions. Just a few seconds ago, she leveled Jessica with one of her best lariats - a powerful, clubbing blow that left her opponent flat on the canvas, reeling. It wasn’t just anyone she’d done that to, but Jessica Wright. The Destroyer. The Terror.

So deliciously satisfying.

After enjoying her heat, Anesthesia made her way back to her opponent, hands on her sultrily swaying hips. The moment her foe started to rise, the Dark Nightengale would great her with a harsh stomp aimed at her stomach, looking to drive the heel in deep.

”Oh,what’s wrong, love?” A harsh kick to the side would follow. ”Not on your A-Game today? Catch you at a bad time?”

Jessica tried to discount Anesthesia's words. Yes, she was mighty, but no she had not fallen yet. She was still Jessica, still the former champion, still one of the toughest women who had ever graced an AFW ring. But she was having a hard time convincing herself as she lay there on the ground with Anesthesia looming over her. She wanted to spit venom back at her opponent to let the former Rose know what was up, but the only thing that flew from her mouth was spittle as Anesthesia stomped down on her taut abs.

Then came the kick to the side. Jessica winced and clutched at her side. She looked up at Anesthesia with burning hatred in her eyes. Her foot whipped around, hoping to catch Anesthesia right in the knee. The move would hopefully send the Rumble Rose right down to the ground beside her, but more importantly it would brutally hurt.

There would be time for Jessica to answer everything. But that would be while she was not on the ground, not at the mercy of her opponent.