Only So Many Reasons To Wear Your Outfit Backstage...

[LtLukas]

Jessica had her ring gear on. Sometimes she just lurked back here, ready to go at any moment. Her soul consuming desire to be champ would not allow for anything else. She always had to be ready for the management to call on her and get her into the ring, and Jessica was feeling that now. She adjusted her black sports bra as she turned her eyes to the ring, her large breasts jiggling a bit as she worked the bra left and right. The Violent Violet was in the staging areas alongside a few workers, and she was the only one looking up at the screen. There was another match playing tonight, a lightweight battle. Jessica belonged in a higher division, and would likely never face either of these two women. But as a student of the game, she wanted to learn as much about strategy, as much about tactics, and as much about moves as she possibly could. All to get to the top.

The Violent Violet took a step back, and looked around her. No one was really paying much attention to her, as worker bees moved to put lights in place, adjust the rigging here, stored something there. The Violent Violet quickly disregarded them and looked up at the screen once more. The move that one of them was doing was this elaborate splash off the top rope. Jessica never did those types of moves, but she still appreciated the beauty of the move.

And the pain, too. She heard the roar of the crowd in person before she heard it on the television, as their heroine slammed her opponent. She was going for the pin, right then and there.

Jessica folded her arms. Her black and gold boots tapped the ground, nervously. The Violent Violet's tights pressed into her thick thighs as her gladiator skirt bounced to the left and right. There was so much on the line right then and there.

Spoiler

[Dubski]

"Watching matches, huh?" came a voice from behind Jessica, before Deanna Duncan had stepped beside her, looking up at the video as well, a grin on her face as she looked over at the taller girl, shrugging. The platinum-haired girl was dressed in her outfit as well. A black top with golden bits on it and a black skirt, leggings, and boots made up her somewhat more elaborate outfit. She gestured at the TV and said, "It's cool though. I mean... wow. Lots of flippies and stuff. I can't pull them off though. I mean, I can barely handle walking down to the ring without tripping sometimes, you know?" Deanna nudged the Violent Violet with her elbow and laughed.

"But hey! You're that Jessica Wright chick, right?" asked Duncan, not giving Jessica a chance to reply as she spoke in a more jokingly grave tone. "The Violent Violet." She chuckled, slapping Wright on the back and then shouted, "I love it! It's such a cool name! I just went with Diamond. It goes with the alliteration--which you clearly have an appreciation for too. You know, Diamond Deanna Duncan. The triple Ds. And not just my cup size, am I right? I'm not--it's more modest. But hey! I dyed my hair to live the gimmick too! How cool is that?"

She then grabbed a hold of her own hair, tugging a little bit of it as if to show it off. "Can you believe it? We're practically the same person, give or take half a foot which, impressive by the way. And those abs. My god woman, how did you get those abs? I'm working to get more definition myself, but my problem is I just love cake way too much. Not that it's a problem or anything because obviously your girl is fit A-F, but I wish I had the abs. I want to be able to count them, you know? Do you count yours? Probably not."

She then let out a loud groan, still not giving Jessica much time to say anything and then looked over at her again. "But it has been a day, Jessie. Just a long one, not a hard one. You get that, I'm sure. I'm just glad to be able to relax though without anyone bothering me, aren't you?" asked Deanna with a huge smile on her face.

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[LtLukas]

Jessica's ears picked up. There was a voice behind her, someone lurking in the shadows just beyond where Jessica could notice her. And the voice had a habit of saying things that were annoying the crap out of her. She turned to face the woman as she approached Jessica. The blue eyed woman was drop dead gorgeous. Her face had a lovely youth to it, and the woman's body was nothing short of jaw dropping. Jessica rarely hid her sexual proclivities, a fact this woman must have picked up on as Jessica's eyes roved all over her body.

Every time Deanna spoke, it irked her more and more. It was annoying to her that this woman found it necessary to call the woman's aerobatics flippies and stuff. It was annoying to her that this pretty lady didn't say her name very respectfully, just as she mocked the moniker that she had bled for. It was annoying to her that this woman talked about how much she loved cake, and wondered out loud if Jessica could count her six abs. But more than anything, it annoyed her that this woman's sentences came one after the other, so Jessica couldn't respond to them.

She leaned forward, and paused for a second, looking to remember this woman's name as best she could. Then her mind's eye saw a powerful bridging dragon suplex on a foxy British lady. Deanna, that was her name. "Listen, Deanna, unless you want to leave this place on a fucking stretcher, you had better back the fuck off right now. I am not kidding." She clenched her fists to show that she was dead serious.

"And don't call me Jessie. Don't ever fucking call me Jessie. Becuase I am going to use all six of my abs to kick your ass. And I might show all the people your triple D's too, because you just put me in a foul mood," Jessica threatened.

[Dubski]

Jessica had been checking out Deanna, and she would have given her a lot of credit if she assumed she had a second to notice through all of her inane rambling. And she certainly didn't notice Wright becoming increasingly more infuriated by her as time went on, just obliviously smiling at her until Jessica started to speak to her. That smile faded, looking more and more sad that she was being chewed out like this, until offended that she would be threatening her like this. "Woah! Calm the hell down, lady! I'm just trying to make conversation! I'd usually be bothering my wrestling partner with it, but she's doing a bunch of promo stuff!" said Duncan, scowling at Jessica, referring to her partner Cheyenne Black Rock. It was some kind of diversity thing, and Deanna didn't quite qualify for it, but she joined along in the arena tonight for lack of anything better to do. "And you don't need to go off on me about it! And you don't even need to threaten me--what the hell is that!? I was just talking to you!"

Deanna huffed, putting her hands on her hips, seeming like she wasn't about to back down even after the threats. "Do you always have a shitty attitude like this? Because I'm not impressed. I wasn't trying to tick you off Jessie--Jessica! Damnit," she grit her teeth, briefly facepalming before looking at her again. "But I'm not going to let you just... threaten me. I'm sorry I bothered you, I guess, but you know something? You keep up that crappy attitude of yours and you'll never end up champion around here because nobody is going to put up with that!" exclaimed Deanna, giving Wright an incredulous look as she leaned forward to peer at her.

[LtLukas]

Jessica's internal temperature was rising like steam. The red mist had descended fully now, and Jessica was ready to explode. It was like Deanna had been put on this earth to set her off. The Violent Violet had the right to threaten anyone that she wanted to, and she was not going to accept what Deanna was saying at all. The fact that she had even slipped up and called her Jessie was just the icing on the cake. She shifted back and forth, wondering if she was going to end up cooling her anger.

Then it came. Deanna said it. "I am going to be the champion!" Jessica bellowed. "Fuck you!" Jessica summoned her clenched fist up, and then sent it flying towards Deanna's face, looking to send her rocket right straight into Deanna's nose!

[Dubski]

Deanna Duncan's eyes had widened at the rather explosive response from Jessica, as she pulled back slightly in shock. "Hold on, I d--" But it was too late. The Diamond was socked right in the face and she was sent stumbling back until she had eventually slammed into a stage hand behind her with enough impact to nearly take both of them down to the ground. She held her nose and let out a hissing groan, eyes immediately watering as she held it. She would then look at Jessica angrily and stomp right back towards her, still one hand on her schnoz.

"Are you crazy!?" she screamed. "Fuck you too! Got some insecurity issues because I said the word champion!?" asked Duncan in a sarcastic tone, fury behind it. She was often a pushover when it came to conflict like this, but the fact that she was actually punched right in the face made her response far more incendiary. It wasn't something she was just going to lay down and take. As such, Deanna would then shove at Jessica with both hands. "Hey, maybe you can ask about the Loserweight Title or something!" Added Deanna, shoving Wright yet again. "Maybe that's more your speed, Jessie, since you're burning up about not being able to win anything, apparently!" And then she gave Jessica one more final very rough shove with a lot more angry intent behind it.

[LtLukas]

Jessica saw the look in Deanna's eye right before the punch came. Those blue eyes went terribly wide, making them more beautiful in a sense. Those eyes were then closed by the powerful punch that Jessica leveled at her opponent, a fact that was also beautiful to her. Jessica sneered as she sent Deanna backward into one of the workers. The sneer on her face soured as Deanna came stomping back to her. This girl wasn't going to take it lying down. She was going to have to crush her.

Something that she was more than okay with. The first shove hit her because she was taken by surprise. The second and third came in because she was off balance and couldn't resist. Jessica quickly found her footing, and bounced right back up. "Shut the fuck up!" Jessica hollered. She brought her leg up, and launched a strong knee straight into her opponent's gut.

[Dubski]

While Deanna was proud of herself for her shoves bullying Wright backwards, all of that pride was suddenly shot away when she fired a knee into her gut! The Diamond doubled over, inching back a couple paces as she held her stomach. "Hit... a nerve...?" asked Deanna, a scowl on her normally laid-back and pretty face as she looked up at Jessica.

Duncan wasn't some kind of weakling, even if she had often been called the weaker member of her Black Diamond team. She was far more prepared than even for any sort of fight, even an impromptu one like this. And so the platinum-haired girl would then attempt to fire back with a European Uppercut before charging directly at Jessica, hoping to ram her into a heavy metal box, likely housing something, but at the current moment aiming to be an instrument of harm!

[LtLukas]

Jessica didn't want to tell Deanna that she had in fact hit a nerve, but she supposed that her actions said that louder than her words could. Deanna doubled over, and Jessica stood tall. "I am going to fucking kill you for that," Jessica said with one arm clenched into a fist. The harsh determination on her face let Deanna know that she was not screwing around. The Violent Violet planted her feet into the concrete, getting ready to make a stand against another shove.

Only a shove didn't come. The uppercut slammed into her chin, causing Jessica to grunt in pain. That pain only increased as Deanna slammed her into a box. The Violent Violet moaned in pain, as she felt the weight of the box as a hard stop to her back. Before she let Deanna exploit the opportunity she had created for herself, Jessica sent powerful hammer blows down to Deanna's back to get her off Jessica!

[Dubski]

Duncan was pleased when she noticed that Jessica became even more enraged and frustrated by her. At this point, she was happy for anything she could do to negatively offend the purple-haired lunatic. But her rising uppercut had caught her, and it seemed as though Wright may have underestimated her tenacity and willingness to fight back. "Kill me? You drama queen!" retorted Deanna before she tackled Jessica into the box!

The people backstage all began to scatter at the loud impact and the two brawling women. Jessica Wright had already tried to send repeated hammer blows onto Deanna's back, which seemed to send her sinking lower and lower, but the Diamond's adrenaline was running strong right now and she got right back up and began to send a flurry of punches and uppercuts towards Jessica. Sloppy ones, but with plenty of force behind them. She just wanted to hit and hurt Wright however she could, especially since she had her against that box right now!