Jessica Wright vs. Lilliana Antiqua

[LtLukas]

The seconds felt like hours, days, years. There was a foot on her chest, and not for the first time tonight. Had this been a normal match, Jessica definitely would have lost by now. Had this been a normal match, Jessica would have been up against someone in her weight class in a match that did not involve chains and chairs and all sorts of things, but this is where she was now. Yes, it was a miracle that she was still alive. Yes, she did want to be a knockout heavy hitter. And yes, she did want to prove herself. She gritted her teeth and tried to move, but the power of Lilliana's foot bearing down on her and the pain in her head kept her immobile. If it was worth anything, she doubted that this was ever going to be easy.

Especially when Lilliana forced her to her feet. Once again she was forced to look into the terrifying countenance of Lilliana, this time with one eye closed and one eye half open. Jessica heard the words before she felt the blow, and immediately her face screwed up for her family pride. She had come her because she was from a brood of wrestling nobodies, and she had wanted to prove to the world that she could make it big. Before she could get the words out, the fist slammed into her gut. If Lilliana had not been holding her hair up, she would have fallen down. She inhaled sharply, trying to recover some of the air that had been forced out of her taut belly.

Then another came. Her eyes bulged as the force of the blow made her regret getting up in the morning, let alone getting into the ring with Lilliana. There was no sharp loud inhalation this time because it would have been totally fruitless. The proud Jessica was left a sputtering mess by the double blow. She began teetering a bit, even with Lilliana holding her.

And then came the coup de grace. The grand finale. The atomic bomb. A fist met her chin with a force unlike any she had felt before in her life and Jessica found herself seeing stars and plummeting backwards. When she hit the mat, she blacked out for a second, but she wished she had blacked out for a long time given what was about to happen. When Jessica awoke, her costume was already halfway off. Her chest was now exposed to the world, to her great shame.

Jessica tried to do anything to get her body to move, but the pain was too great. The Violent Violet could not muster up even a hint of movement before she had her leotard ripped from her, and Jessica's arms were similarly useless as Lilliana took her gauntlets. As she felt Lilliana taking her boots, she tried to bring together the strength to kick her opponent. In reality, all she did was weakly move her foot, causing her now bare breasts to jiggle. Jessica closed her eyes and hoped that all of this would just go away.

[winner3]

Jessica's torment was only just beginning. If Lilliana was going to make good on these words, if she was going to drive the point of this lecture home, this would need to continue. Jessica would need to feel bested - dominated on a physical, spiritual, and emotional level. While Antiqua's tag partner got her thrills from indiscriminately overpowering all comers on the roster, Lilliana felt that she was much more efficient with picking her battles. After all, upon witnessing this beatdown, most LAW women would think thrice before stepping to this Titaness, this specimen of a woman.

With her opponent laid bare and naked for all the fans and cameras to see, Lilliana looked down with a satisfied smirk. She'd kick the articles of clothing away, towards the corner of the ring. "You know, for the garbs of a commoner, they don't look too bad. A pity they're not in my size. I would have loved to have tried them on." The heavyweight would say dismissively as she began to walk back towards a floored Jess. Her foe was barely clinging to consciousness. She made small, minute movements of her own accord.

"Now, where were we?" Lilliana said whilst placing her hands on her hips.

"I could choke you out right now and win. I could have done that five minutes ago using that chain you were so bent on mauling me with. But we're not going to do that, are we, Jessica? No, if the shoe was on the other foot, you wouldn't let up. You'd beat me within an inch of my life to further your own career. So why don't I give you a taste of your own medicine?"

Lilliana would bend down to collect the naked woman from the mats. She'd tug on Jessica's hair and force this ragdoll of a wrestler up to her feet.

"I think my only regret is not being able to watch the highlights and replays in the same room as you." Antiqua said in a cocky tone before reaching for Jessica's legs. It wouldn't take much of her own strength to hoist the woman upside down. At this point, no one was expecting Wright to put up a fight. Lilliana would grab each of those dainty ankles and spread the woman's legs after setting her up for a Muscle Buster.

The orientation of the move would be rather humiliating. If Jess could feel anything right now, she'd be feeling exposed. Lilliana would smirk smugly if she were able to set Jess up uncontested. She'd show her foe's womanhood off to the crowd and the camera's before taking two steps forward and falling into Sitout Position to hit a dominant and uncontested Muscle Buster, right in the middle of the ring!

[LtLukas]

Jessica really, really liked that outfit. Every bit of it. She had designed it back in her hometown, considering how it could be maximally effective not only for movement but to attract attention. The cleavage was nice and low, and it hugged her rear nicely. Jessica was not the type to really use all of her flexibility, but her outfit did grant her a fair degree of that. Without her red, black, and gold one piece, Jessica was feeling awfully cold, even moreso with big bad Lilliana still hanging out in the ring.

She was right. Had she been granted the opportunity, she would have gone to town with the chain, and whatever else she could get her hands on until Lilliana could not get up. Now it was she who could not get up. Jessica's sins weighed heavily on her, most of all because Lilliana was forcing her to live them down. She had forced this harsh medicine down the throats of many women before and now when she finally tasted it, it was bitter without having the healing qualities.

But it was not going to end yet. Lilliana stood her up, and then lifted her above the heavyweight's head. Being held aloft in a wrestling match was not great. Being held aloft with your legs spread wide was even worse. Being held aloft with your legs spread wide while you were completely naked was one of the worst things that had ever happened to Jessica in the league. She honestly did not want to watch the replay of this one, because if she did, she would see Lilliana forcibly exposing her sex to the entire world. Jessica grimaced. It was not a good look.

The kinniku buster then ended, and Jessica's body became alight with pain. Her naked form flopped down to the mat, her arms and legs flying akimbo. Her large chest heaved up and down because she was breathing so hard. The pain was too much for her to even open her eyes, and Jessica was glad of that fact. The reality of the situation would have been all too shocking.

[winner3]

Lillian came down hard. The rings of the ropes shook as Jessica's body compressed against her own. The Violent Violet...she had built up something of a reputation before coming to LAW. She was off to a hot start here in the new promotion. As Lilliana began working her way up to her feet, looks of concern would find their way onto the audience members faces. Lilliana was a big fish in a big pond. For her, this match was every bit as much about putting Jessica in her place as it was about furthering her own status in the LAW pecking order. She stood regally over a downed, pass out Jessica. The Violent Violet was still very much that in name. Perhaps even more so now, in a sense, given how much she had been able to take. But those shut eyes, that limp, curvy, defeated body of hers laid bare for the world to see would see to it that she'd have to damage repair to see through for her reputation when she was finally able to return to the ring.

At this point, Lilliana eyed the camera and smiled slightly. Words might have been wasted on the woman at her feet, but when Jessica looked over the tapes, she'd see the Titaness make a discreet attempt to break the fourth wall and eye her through the camera.

"Take a good, hard look. Pause it if you have to." Antiqua would voice aloud as she crossed her arms and glanced down at Jessica before looking up at the camera. After a few seconds, without warning, Lilliana would bend down. She'd place a hand between Jess' thighs and another on her foe's shoulder. Lilliana would continue demonstrating her upper echelon of strength and physicality by scooping the naked middleweight off of the mat. Antiqua would deadlift her up and hold her near-parallel to the ground.

With her opponent showing few signs of life, let alone fighting back, Lilliana expected little difficulty with walking her towards the corner of the ring with her opponent in tow. She'd bring Wright over and begin setting her purple-haired for up for a Tree of Woe. At this point, Lilliana would begin to treat and regard Jess like any of the other opponents she had fought and bested. It was plain to see on her face. The regal heavyweight was bored.

If she were able to set Jessica up in the corner, suspended upside down and strung up with her cleavage hanging down towards her face, Lilliana would clench her fist. The trained boxer would go to work on Jessica's abs with a flurry of jabs and hooks! She'd pepper in some knee strikes while she was at it. Every blow was aimed just above Jessica's navel. Lilly would treat Jessica like a practice bag and work her over for well over a minute. Despite the redness of her foe's exposed midsection and the diligence and intensity with which Lilliana struck, the display was just as much insult as it was injury. Several would turn their heads. The fact that even someone like Jessica could be put in a situation where she'd garner sympathy spoke volumes.

When she was finished, Lilliana wouldn't even bother finishing with a proper strong, blow. Rather, she'd wipe the sweat from her brow and proceed to exit the ring. She'd waste little time pulling up the apron to retrieve something from underneath. Not the chain this time, no. This time, a long wooden table would be collected. The amazon would slide it into the ring and follow suit, herself. She'd begin setting it up slowly, not bothering with the camera this time around. In truth, Jessica would be the first LAW woman she would try to put through a table. Yet she continued approaching the situation with a methodical, efficient pace. Within moments, if left uninterrupted, Lilliana would have the table set up. She'd walk over the Jess and casually hoist the woman up and out of the corner, freeing the Iowan's thick legs first before hoisting her up. Lilliana would lay Jess on the table like she were a change of cloth for the fixture. It was obvious that whatever it was that was coming next wouldn't be good....

[LtLukas]

Jessica tried to move. She really did. The only way she still had a chance at this, if she ever had a chance at all, was getting up. She gritted her teeth, then stopped. It wasn't worth it, and she couldn't do it. She had been wrestling in one form or another as long as she could possibly remember, but she had never felt anything like this. She had been punched, over and over, with each blow carrying the weight of an atomic bomb. She had the chair ripped from her hands, stealing away all of her momentum in one fell swoop and dooming her to this fate. And she had been muscle busted, with her naked sex exposed to the entire world. Sweat dripped from every pore of her body, giving her nude form an unearthly sheen that surely would attract even more photos.

She felt strong hands find her thigh and her shoulder, and lift Jessica from the mat. Her arms hung loose down to the canvas as Jessica was hauled off to parts unknown. Soon, however, Jessica would find her destination not by sight, but by feel. She recognized what the ropes felt like by her legs, despite the fact that she had never felt them there before. It was only with quiet indignity that Jessica realized that her legs were spread outside of her influence again. After the horrendous muscle buster, she hate that it happened once more.

But not nearly as much as she hated what happened next. With her large breasts dangling in her face, Jessica could not see what was going on. But dear lord, could she feel it. Blow after hellacious blow came into her gut, causing her to grunt and grimace and deal with the fact that all of her air was being ripped from her. Throwing Jessica around as if she were a ragdoll apparently did not slow this woman down as Jessica was forced to endure the flurry as best she can. She detected that Lilliana even threw a few knees in there, for all that did her. Jessica's tight abs were not doing her any favors here, and could not protect her gut. Jessica was powerless to stop the torrent of pain. The punishment forced her eyes open to find Lilliana's bare feet, with one foot occasionally rising to amplify the punishment.

Then it stopped. Jessica did not know why it stopped, but she was very grateful. It seemed like she was breathing for the first time. Her massive chest rose up and down as Jessica was concentrating on just staying awake. The power of the blows made it hard for her to breathe. Her purple hair touched the canvas, and the fact that she was upside down meant that all of the blood rushed to her head. Not only was her stomach bright red, but her face was as well. She closed her eyes once more. Jessica did not know where Lilliana was, but as long as she was not being assaulted, she was pretty okay with that.

Once again, she found herself moving, but not under her own steam. She was laid out, but off of the ground. A table, must have been. But once again, she found that the pain made her immobile. And with her naked body once more on display for everyone to see and high potential for calamity, that was about the worst news ever...

[winner3]

"Whatever part of you that's still conscious or cognizant might fear that you won't get the chance to wrestle again." Lilly said as she stood over a vulnerable, bare Jessica Wright.

With her opponent laid out on the table in front of her, she took a second to give the all-but-defeated Iowan upstart whatever reassurance she could offer that she wasn't out to end her in a literal sense. Despite the way that it looked, and how the match played out, Lady Antiqua wasn't so sadistic that she sought to do more than dismantle Jessica. She aimed to shake Wright down to her very core. To expose her, and by proxy, expose the gap between LAW's best and the best of their newer recruits. But to go beyond that in this match at least, would mean stooping to a level that Lilliana felt was beneath her.

"Fear not. I'm simply making a statement. Teaching a lesson. Your career isn't one worth ending." She'd say with her arms crossed under her bust.

The towering heavyweight would look down upon Jessica. She'd lift her hand and use it to brush delicately against her foe's distraught face, carefully moving those sweaty, purple locks out of Jess' face to give the audience and the cameras the best view possible of the overwhelmed, listless woman on the table in the middle of the ring. After doing this, Lilliana would look the table up and down, patting the legs of the fixture before patting Jessica down for a moment to ensure that she and the table were nice and pliable - ripe for destruction. The Amazon would then back up slowly into the very same corner where she had worked her opponent over like a personal sandbag. What would come next was completely foreseeable. Perhaps the lackadaisical pace with which Lilliana moved to set up was more insulting than the choice of move, itself. With a neutral expression on her face, the aristocrat would lift her back foot onto the bottom turnbuckle and begin scaling whilst balancing herself with the grip she had on the top rope.

Lilliana wasn't one to typically dabble in aerial offense. But when a free move available to her, and for lack of a better term, a "free" opponent, she had no qualms with trying. After all, in her mind, the match was over about ten minutes ago. This move was only a formality. Despite it not being her forte, when she was ready, Lilliana would soar almost gracefully from the second turnbuckle. She'd spread her arms and legs and then lift her lower body to almost artfully dive into Jess and that table with a Guillotine Legdrop! A mixture of reactions would ensue, should Lilly hit the move. Many would turn their heads, but even more would look on as the elite wrestler soared in grandiose fashion and plummeted through the wooden table with Jessica beneath her!

The ensuing collision wouldn't be pretty. Lilliana would daintily and condescendingly brush the debris and wooden table bits off her person and onto Jessica's. Her thick, defined leg would rest atop her opponent's sweaty, buxom chest. She's rest there for a moment before bringing her heads to her head and fixing her hair back into a presentable ponytail. Antiqua would rise in all her glory. The referee would approach. And should things go her way, the official would raise both hands into the shape of an X, a gesture Lilliana recognize immediately from her lengthy career in fight sports. A gesture that signified that no counter assessment was needed, for the downed wrestler was knockout out beyond a reasonable doubt. Despite this victory, however, the Antiqua legacy would look down at her opponent with clear intentions. She was not yet done....

[LtLukas]

A hand came to her face, and brushed aside the hair that was sticking to her forehead. Framing the shot perfectly. The camera zoomed in on her face, with her closed eyes and pained expression. The rest of the cameras continued to point at her exposed body, as if they had not gotten enough already. The world had seen her legs spread twice, before she got muscle busted and when she served as Lilliana's punching bag. And now they were directed towards her breasts when they shook as Lilliana patted her down. A cold shiver ran down her spine. She knew what it was. This was the end. She demanded that her body get up and get into action, but she simply could not. Too much of a toll had been taken on her. It was over.

Then there was the waiting. What felt like endless waiting. She could not force herself to open her eyes, and even if she could, she didn't know what she would do with the information that she attained. After all, none of her limbs were reacting as they should. The anxiety of the situation caused great consternation in her, but all of the emotion in the world was not going to bear fruit. Jessica could hear the crowd with an uptick of excitement. She braced herself, for all of the good it did her.

Jessica did not know what she was hit with, but she did know that it had the force of the asteroid that made the dinosaurs go extinct. She did not feel the rest of Lilliana's body come crashing down on top of her. She did not feel her own body hit the canvas below her. She did not feel the table splinter into a thousand pieces. Because Jessica was knocked out.

The match was officially over. But Jessica was not awake.

[winner3]

It took some effort. More effort than Lilliana cared to spare. But after breaking a sweat, the aristocrat had systematically dismantled and destroyed Jessica Wright. The hotblooded Iowan was reduced to bruised, battered, unconscious heap. Lilliana was standing over the defeated Iowan with her fists at her sides, looking down with a particular level of disgust even as the call was being made and the bell was being rung. The referee would squat down to tend to Wright. He'd frantically brush away those shards of wood. But one glance at Lady Antiqua had him back off and plead with haste.

"If you'd like to ensure her safety, fetch me a marker....yes, a marker. Quickly." Lilliana instructed the official. She wasn't out to main the defeated Jessica. No, that would incur ire from management, security would likely come down to the ring. No, Lilliana was out to make a statement. The referee made for the announcer table and fetched the writing instrument from the commentators. As they speculated what the regal heavyweight woman had in mind, Lilliana made for the corner of the ring and retrieved Jessica Wright's sweaty, discarded wrestling attire. The one piece was much like Jessica - it had seen better days. Lilliana collected the leotard from the canvas. She stood there with it in hand and eyed it for a moment. As anticipation mounted, the official would approach and cautiously hand Antiqua the marker. Lilliana would calmly take it and step towards her KO'd woman. She'd squat down and leisurely write her signature on Jessica's right breast. The purple marker pen ink matched the hair on the heads of both women. Antiqua signed her family surname right under Jessica's areola, strategically and comically signing such that Wright's nipple "dotted" the i in Antiqua.

Lilliana chuckled to herself. She felt as if she shouldn't have felt genuine joy from going out of her way to demean an opponent, but she continued in her efforts to make a statement and put the women in the locker room on notice. She continued to make her family name and legacy well-known, not just by winning this match against a highly anticipated rookie addition to the company, but by signing Jessica's other breast, then her abs, thighs. Lilliana would litter the front of Jessica's frame with her signature. She took her time, sparing nearly a minute and a half making the defeated woman look like she got a bad ink job at a rinky-dink tattoo parlor. Once she worked her way down to Jessica's foot, Lilliana would change the tone and ambiance by quickly tossing the marker behind her and out of the ring, into the stands. Lilliana would firmly grasp Jessica Wright's throat. With one hand on Jessica's neck and the other clutching Jessica's red one piece, she'd push herself up from a squat to a standing position.

Lilliana would further assert her strength, her dominance, her place in the upper echelon of LAW by hoisting both her opponent and her opponent's attire up off the ground. Each hand showing them off the crowd like they were trophies that were earned here tonight in this hardcore match. While still holding Jessica by her neck with her limbs danglingly lifelessly above the canvas, Lilliana would eye the audience, the commentator, and anyone else in attendance.

"Some of you wretches in the back are 'wrestlers' in name and name alone. Some of you, like Jessica Wright, actually have some potential. And none of you seem to know your place...."

"Jessica now knows hers. She stepped into this ring. My ring. She trespassed. She had the gall to throw her insolence in my face, thinking that she wouldn't pay for it. And now she hangs here, knocked out before you, as a monument to the Antiqua name. Take a good look..."

"Wright will see better days. She'll see more matches. But Jessica, like everyone at LAW except the company's absolute finest, will only see the world from beneath the heel of the best. For as long as wrestlers like Lilliana Antiqua and Sandy White walk the halls backstage and wrestle in this ring, THIS" Antiqua paused to toss the naked Jessica aside, back into the table debris that she had plucked her from a minute ago.

"Will always be the result...."

With that, Lilly clutched the red one piece she still had in hand. She'd begin to walk towards the entrance ramp and step over the top rope, one leg at a time. Her entrance music would hit, her head would be held high, confident with having put an up and comer in her place. Confident in having earned another decisive win for the Antiqua name....

[LtLukas]

Jessica was watching. It was a week later, when she finally worked up the moral fiber to suffer through the match. It was difficult. Very difficult. Especially the end. Seeing her naked body laid upon the table, with Lilliana gracefully flying down towards was hard to stomach, but in reality it was nothing compared to what was going to happen next. Jessica recognized what happened next because it took her around 40 minutes to scrub the last vestiges of Lilliana's name off of her body. It made her feel dirty, as Lilliana's mark was everywhere. The one on her breast was particularly ingenious, she had to admit, and particularly cruel.

What happened after that was new to her. Jessica's outfit the one that she had worn since forever, was taken from her as a trophy. And Jessica was lifted up, as if she was nothing. All those Lilliana's, and Jessica's naked body, were on display for the entire world to see. As Jessica watched it in the wan light of her laptop, she shuddered. Jessica's heart was pumping as she heard the proclamation of her opponent. That evening, the Wright name took quite a battering. And it was going to be a long way back.

She shut the laptop. It was time to go to work. The embarrassment and the humiliation was going to end. She was going to earn her way back into the limelight, even if she had to rip some woman apart. Jessica got up from the bed, and looked into the mirror. She knew that she could still be fierce and strong. But she was in a hole. And she was going to do her damnedest to start climbing.

[winner3]

Winner via knockout: Lilliana Antiqua