Jessica Wright vs. Lilliana Antiqua

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Hardcore/Falls Count Anywhere rules. Win only via knockout.

Jessica felt unstoppable. She had won her first match. No, she had dominated her first match. The victory had come easily, and Jessica was starting to think that she was the queen of the world. Or, at least, the queen of the division. Back in Iowa, there were very few women who were her size, let alone her strength or skill. Just like Jem, Jessica had kicked their asses and run them out of the ring. And if she could beat those girls, she could beat other girls too. It was time to stop splashing around in the kiddie pool. Jessica had not come all of the way to Japan to fuck around. No, she was playing for keeps.

The Violent Violet went up to the poor LAW manager and insisted on two things. First, she wanted to fight a woman in the heavyweight division. Even if Jessica was not a heavyweight, she had the drive and power of one. The fact that her weight did not indicate that Jessica should be fighting these sorts of women was of no importance to her. Jessica knew that she could do it, and win, and that was all that mattered. Second, she wanted a hardcore match. In her first win, she had shown that she was tough and strong. But not tough and strong enough. Jessica wanted to go through with something that no cowardly little woman could.

And Jessica got her wish. She was going to be up against a woman by the name of Lilliana Antiqua. Jessica looked her up. She appeared to be quite strong and large, but there was not a doubt in her mind. Jessica was strong and large, too. She was in her dressing room now, bouncing from one foot to the other. Her fists swished through the air as she annihilated the shadow she was boxing. The poor air never knew what hit it. Jessica felt loose and limber now, and she was ready to take on the world. But more importantly, she was ready to make an even bigger name for herself by beating someone who was bigger than her.

Jessica left her dressing room and began working her way through the winding halls of LAW. She measured her breaths. Tonight, there was going to be a big mountain to climb, but she could do it. She knew she could. Jessica was pumping herself up, getting ready for a battle. She cracked her neck, and stood at the door. Jessica was ready.

Jessica's haunting theme played over the loudspeaker, and a torrent of boos greeted her. They had not forgotten what Jessica was, and what she could do. Just as she did after she had won the match, she flipped them all off and made her way to the ring. As she slid into the ring, she noticed that there were more than a few weapons there for her. She snickered as she walked over to her corner, and began resting against it.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall, she thought.

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Lilliana was cut from a different cloth than most other wrestlers at LAW. She was quite the specimen. Practically built and bred to perform, to succeed, to conquer. And she had no qualms with making that clear to anyone and everyone that she crossed paths with. Tonight she was up against another violet haired brute, and one that had gotten off to quite the dominant start in the league.

"Jessica Wright..." the amazon said to herself backstage. She hadn't given the Iowan much though. She was going to rely on Wright to give her a reason to do so. Lilliana had been bored with most of her LAW competition thus far. The women they've sent her way thus far posed no real challenge. She was beginning to contemplate whether or not she should have partnered up with Sandy White instead of pursue the woman for the sake of competition. And those thought would be interrupted by the sound of her theme blaring throughout the arena.

Antiqua would emerge at the top of the entrance ramp, her arms at her side, her eyes bright red. She looked towards Jessica in the ring with a dismissive expression before marching towards the ring.

Lilliana Antiqua

The barefoot wrestler slid under the bottom rope and into the ring. She'd rise up and eye Jessica from across the ring. The referee would begin eyeing both women before calling for the bell, during which time, the heavyweight would goad her foe.

"Jessica...do give me a reason to remember your name after this fight. The other women have been, ooohhhh so underwhelming." She'd finish up her statement by covering her mouth to yawn.

Lilliana let her looks and demeanor speak for themselves. She was tall yet toned. Imposing yet efficient. And despite the fact that she seemed to take Wright lightly, Lilliana had every intention of making all those attributes painfully clear to the Iowan.

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Jessica eyed Lilliana from the second that she appeared. In videos, in pictures, in half glances and in deep inspection, Jessica had seen her before. But not like this. Jessica recognized that she would be facing a woman that was larger than herself, but she did not quite appreciate the strength that Lilliana could bring to bear until she saw the woman in person. The Violent Violet had quite the pedigree when it came to wrestling, but it appeared that she would be facing the only woman in the world who could call herself even.

Jessica dug her heel in. A snarl curled her lip. Her fist was clenched. Every step this woman took was a step towards something brutal and violent and nasty, and Jessica was going to have to be ready for everything lest she wound up in the dustbin of history. Legacy mattered to her, going back and extending forward, and Jessica was going to have to both make her mark and project even greater success onto the future. Her muscles were taut now. When Lilliana entered the ring, she recognized that there was no going back now. Not that she wanted to.

"You will more than know my name after this fight. The Wrights have a proud history as winners," Jessica lied, "And I am going to shove a fucking baseball bat down your throat." The Violent Violet widened her stance, and tried to make herself look as intimidating as humanly possible. Lilliana was apparently riding that same wavelength, and Jessica had to admit to herself that she was impressed. The other purple haired girl cut an imposing figure, and the strength that she clearly possessed was incredibly impressive.

But Jessica was undeterred. She sat there, boiling, pure energy. Jessica was a bullet in the chamber, ready to explode at her opponent the second that she heard the starting bell. Across from her, a pair of red eyes glowered, and a stark set of muscles seemed ready to rip her apart. Had she been any other woman on the face of the planet, she would have been intimidated. But she was Jessica Wright.

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Jessica did indeed seem promising in many regards. So much so that her lie was believable in the heat of the moment. Wright certainly piqued Lilliana's interest. The regal, towering, barefoot woman would approach her foe with her arms crossed. She'd eye Jessica up and down quickly, taking note of the fact that the Violent Violet was tensing her muscles and standing firm, resolute in her stance and expression, her desire to prove herself.

Disregarding the fact that the bell still hadn't rung, Antiqua would approach her opponent for tonight whilst still sizing her up. The official would begin to draw close and plea for the women to separate, but to no avail.

"Oh? The Wrights are winners? I can't say I've heard of them. But that's quite unfortunate then, that you've come from so far just to sully their name with a loss. Don't take it personally. Blame management for putting you up against an Antiqua." Lilliana would speak in a condescending tone. This was her effort at showing some kind of empathy for a woman that she believed to share a story similar to hers. But just like all of her previous opponents throughout her boxing career and now in wrestling, that empathy had to be cast aside in favor of glorious domination. And that domination would start with a preemptive headbutt aimed at Jessica's face!

Should it connect, the headbutt would spark the referee to interject and get between the two women to try and separate them so that the contest could be started properly. The female official's remarks would be met with an eye roll from the the taller, purple haired fighter.

"And what will you do if we start now? Disqualify me? In a match with no disqualifications?"

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Blame management. The words rang in her ears. She did not want to blame management, she wanted to credit them. The Violent Violet specifically asked for this match. Her face screwed up with rage, and Jessica hardened herself even more. This woman clearly did not respect her. Jessica was more than worthy of respect, and if she had to show this woman that the hard way, so be it. Jessica was more than up to the challenge.

Just as she was getting ready to launch a vicious insult and an even more vicious attack, but Lilliana got there before she could. Before she could really do anything about it, a hard head slammed into her. For a second, Jessica saw stars and was left reeling from the unexpected attack. In a few seconds, she appraised the situation and realized she had been dealt the worse hand. The look on her face grew more serious, and soon Jessica found herself launching forward, at the woman who had so brazenly and so suddenly attacked her.

The referee was in her way, but that did not deter Jessica, not in the slightest. Trying to sidestep the referee, Jessica sent a powerful right hook at Lilliana's head. The Violent Violet had just had her bell rung, so she figured she ought to repay the favor. The grim look on her face showed her malicious intent, if the power and the speed of the punch did not.

The bell had not rung yet. Jessica did not particularly care.

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As Lilliana drew close and made her assessments, Jessica was likely sizing her up in similar capacities. But before any real exchange of trash talk could begin, this contest was going to commence, with or without a bell. The heavyweight amazon's headbutt hit true. It was the quickest strike Antiqua could utilize without giving any obvious tells or telegraphing her attack. Her striking prowess saw to it that her forehead would meet Jessica's face before the Violent Violet could do much. And just like that, the urge to retaliate manifested, and the drive to trade blows came forward in the form of a hard right hook from the Iowan!

Jessica's fist grated across Lilliana's regal face. She only barely finished blurting out her threat towards the ref when Wright struck. Antiqua had pulled her upper body back somewhat in order to avoid the full impact of that punch. Having fought a boxing career of moderate length with great success, she was in her element here. As Jessica's fist connected, Lilliana's head would turn to the side, but not entirely because of the punch. Her head turning was a natural instinct to literally roll with the punches and mitigate some of the blows from the hooks thrown by opposing boxers. The audience would begin to liven up just seconds after Wright swung. And just when they did, the barefoot brute stepped towards her foe with both hands balled into harsh fists. Lily would come in hard and fast at her foe with a barrage of lefts aimed at Jessica's sizable chest! She'd forego any and all directives from the referee in the ring with them and the officials at ringside. Lilliana would push forward with these punches. She's follow up her quick jabs by attempting to beat the Violent Violet back towards her own corner with a right hook aimed at her foe's face. If this blow connected, Antiqua would follow up by stepping with a hard left to the abs to try and keep Jessica there, at bay. By this point, regardless of what was going on, the officials would have all but given up on getting things started on their own terms and ring the bell. This pre-match exchange alone already cued everyone in the arena in on what kind of contest they were in for. And while LAW management might not condone much of what either woman was going to do tonight, the fans sure seemed to eat it up.

"I don't care if you're a Wright or a Rockefeller. In this ring, you come second to Antiqua...."

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The bell rang, because of course it rang. It was just a formality at this point, as the match had more than begun. After feeling the blow connect, she felt the woman in front of her rolling with it. Jessica had enough training to recognize that this was the correct course of action, and that she was dealing someone who had more than just brawn. A punch was a punch though, and Jessica was happy to have landed a blow on a woman that was far larger than herself. A few more shots like that, and maybe she could get this woman to fall.

Only, this woman was not content to just sit back and roll with the punches. She came right back at Jessica, jabbing her voluminous chest over and over. Jessica gave ground, protecting that large chest of hers. Jessica realized that she was being cornered, but there was little that she could do about it. The jabs were coming in hard and fast, and Jessica was doing the most just to protect herself. Then, as she was blocking low, and powerful right hand strike rocked her world. It took all of Jessica's constitution not to collapse to the ground right then and there. Her head was spinning, and the next solid blow to her torso kept her in place.

Jessica had poked the bear. It was too late that Jessica understood her mistake. She had to get out of this situation, and fast. There was still a few feet between her and the corner, and Jessica would give up two more steps. Suddenly, she threw herself backwards and upwards, hoping to divine where the middle rope of the turnbuckle was. From there, Jessica would burst forward and straight at her purple haired aggressor, going for a knee right to the head. Jessica had received a wake up call, and now she was going to give one right back.

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Jessica had woken a sleeping giant. What was once curiosity intrigue in the heavyweight elitist became wrath and the will to smite an insolent up-and-comer. Bell or no bell, Antiqua came in with a barrage that would keep most women at bay. If Jessica needed to be put in her place, Lilliana was the woman to make it happen, and the hard shot to the gut drove that point home. As the Violent Violet took refuge on the middle rope near the turnbuckle, Lilliana stood up straight after asserting her family name over the woman. She'd reach for her foe's hair to try and pull her closer to the ring for a follow up. But this attempt to re-position would be met with a swift knee strike to the face!

"Today you're going to learn that-UGH!" Right after the knee connected, Lilliana would stumble back several steps and hold her face with one hand. The blow came seemingly from out of nowhere. The amazon had convinced herself that she beat at least some of the fight out of Jess. And that assumption was now costing her. While Lilliana did have about as much stamina as she had money, this wouldn't do. This wouldn't do at all. The taller wrestler would need a second. She'd slouch forward and assess the damage to ensure there was no bleeding. And after ascertaining that she didn't suffer any long lasting effects, Antiqua would look at Jess with rage in her eyes. Her piercing red pupils zeroed in on Wright's own as she charged forward and tried to hit Jessica with a Clothesline that would send both women over the top rope and crashing down towards the hard arena floor!

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The knee had slammed into Lilliana's face, and Jessica had bought herself some time. For a second, she was amazed that the large woman did not go down right then and there. The knee had been a hard one, and Jessica had gotten it right on the money. A wave of realization washed over her. Of course she didn't go down. Lilliana was a heavyweight, and a fairly strong one at that. It was going to take far more than that to bring Lilliana to her knees. Jessica prepared herself for a counter attack. She was sure that the sudden and powerful knee would earn her a harsh reprisal. And she was right.

Lilliana came lumbering towards her, but the Violent Violet was prepared. Moving as quickly as she could, she ducked under the clothesline. Had she faced its full brunt, Jessica imagined that she would be laid out on the floor. Only, she didn't. Jessica was not only standing, but moving. Lilliana was now perilously close to the ropes, which is precisely the place that Jessica wanted her to be. With a mighty shove, she attempted to toss the purple haired woman out of the ring.

And then, it would be her turn to leave the squared circle. Only, her exit was going to be on her own terms, and far more spectacular. Jessica jumped up to the top rope, and then came flying off it. She was going for a cross body slam, across Lilliana. She was not much of a high flyer, but you didn't need to be when you were as solid as she was.

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Lilliana had charged forward with indignation in her eyes and posture. Surely Jessica wasn't another nameless, faceless wrestler that she couldn't write home about. It appeared that no matter the circumstance, the Iowan would choose to be a fighter. And while Antiqua did respect that about her opponent, there was one persistent, irrefutable fact that fueled Lilly's pursuit of Jessica's destruction: she didn't know her place. And Lilliana was bent on putting her there.

But sadly, that would have to come soon or later, but not now. For Jessica proved herself to be resourceful and quick. The purple haired middleweight dodged under her amazonian foe's Clothesline and quickly followed it up by using Lilliana's momentum against her and shoving her over the top rope. Antiqua would growl with rage as her blow missed and she got hung up on the ropes, only to be forced over them! Thankfully her spill to the outside wasn't too bad. Despite not being a high-flier, herself, Lilliana had the coordination of the rest of her pedigree. On her way down, she'd steady herself by placing a hand on the ring apron and land on her feet. While the fall did rattle her pride more than it harmed her body, Antiqua was still all types of upset. She'd shake the cobwebs of the shove and subsequent fall off on the outside of the ring before turning around and seeing an 140 pound Iowan flying at her!

Surely this would spell disaster for most. The audience cheered as Jessica went flying with the intention of flattening Lilliana on the outside! But the elitist heavyweight wasn't a sitting duck, not in this instance! Her reflexes and brawn saw to it that she'd spread her arms and catch Jessica and hold her such that she was perpendicular to herself. With Jessica in tow, Lilliana seek vengeance on the upstart rookie! She'd run towards the steel ringpost and ram Jessica into it back-first! If it worked, the audience would exclaim shock and surprise and Lilliana would maintain her grip on Jess before attempting to throw her towards the barricade between the arena and the fans. Lilliana would attempt to further subject Jessica's back to more torture by swinging her into the barricade for back-focused attack!

"Suffer, you cur!" Antiqua would scream as she tried to follow up her first attack with the next!