Jessica Wright vs. Ossi Shamar

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Standard match: win via DQ, pin, submission or KO.

Jessica sighed. She was sitting in her locker room by herself, making herself mentally ready for her next match. There was a tablet in her hands and a certain listlessness in her mind, as she watched through Ossi's matches. It wasn't that this woman lost over and over, it was that this woman lost badly, often finding herself in compromising and embarrassing positions. And tonight Jessica would be facing her. Only a few months ago she was in a title shot and now she was facing one of the worst wrestlers in the league.

Jessica tried to think of a reason that she was put in such a match. Before, she had been thrown against Karin, who had the loser's belt. That didn't reflect well on what the management thought of her. But on the other hand, she knew how the crowd loved to see someone get torn apart, especially if that was done in a sexy way. And Jessica had very few problems with that, as evinced by her outfit, which was little more than a sports bra and tights. She had the gladiator thing working for her to cover her ass, but revealing her buns hadn't been a problem in the past.

Spoiler

Then she smirked. Revealing Ossi's ass wouldn't seem to be a problem either. Her mental unrest dissipated as she got up and started walking towards the staging area, thinking about all the different ways that she could ruin Ossi's evening. The only question that remained to her was whether she wanted to strip Ossi before or after she knocked her out.

Little sister there's blood on the tracks...

Jessica's haunting music played over the loudspeaker, and she started making her way down to the ring. Her head was high and her shoulders relaxed. There were many stressors in her life, and taking all of them out on a beautiful woman seemed like it would be fun, a notion that some in the audience caught onto given how much Jessica was grinning like a bobcat when she stepped into the ring. She didn't back into her corner like you were supposed to, instead she stood confidently in the middle of the ring.

It's gonna get messy, she thought.

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Fresh off what was probably her most catastrophic loss in LAW to date (though there were plenty to choose from) Ossi Shamar was not in a very good mood. She skulked back stage, quietly simmering to herself as she waited to step into the ring once more. She had entered the wrestling league with aspirations of stardom and domination, but instead the haughty Arab ended up with a reputation as an arrogant jobber. Her dismal record backed up that assessment. Ossi was furious. She desperately needed a win to get back on track, and it would start tonight. Clad in her gold-green belly top, matching briefs, golden gloves and green boots, she was ready to repair her reputation! No gimmicky selfie matches now - this would be a straightforward standard match, giving her the chance to regain her pride.

Appearance

Her music Fierce Pop Starlet came thumping from the speakers, and with determination filling her, Ossi held her head high and strutted out once more into the lights of the LAW Arena. Her cheeks immediately flushed with indignation as call-calls and jeers assailed the heiress from all sides, the fans making clear their opinion of the Syrian beauty's wrestling prowess... or lack thereof.

Ignoring them, she made her way down to the ring, climbing between the ropes and rising to face her next opponent. Jessica stood waiting for her and Ossi looked her next opponent up and down, unimpressed by what she saw. This would surely be a good opportunity to silence some of her more insulting followers! This woman didn't even have the courtesy to move to her corner, instead waiting for Ossi in the middle of the ring! The Arab beauty was not to be intimidated, however, and she approached, facing Jessica with her hands planted on her hips, looking the woman in the eye.

"You'll make a good stepping stone," Ossi sneered contemptuously. "This match is mine, woman. The rise of the House of Shamar starts here!"

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Jessica was acutely aware of the eyes on her. The first pair of eyes belonged to the beautiful Syrian wrestling across the ring from her, who scanned her up and down. She faked like she was not impressed. That made Jessica just want to come at her all the harder, a fact that was made concrete when Jessica found herself incredibly irked that Ossi called her nothing more than a stepping stone. Jessica glared at her opponent. It was clear that Jessica would have to teach this woman what the truth of the matter was. Not that she had a problem with that.

"Yeah, you're going to get leave this place on a stretcher." With that, the bell rung, and Jessica surged at her opponent. She flowed at her opponent with the powerful gait of a tiger, right before she jumped into the air. Two legs extended forward for a missile drop kick that aimed at that lovely stomach of Ossi's.

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Ossi rolled her eyes at Jessica's threat, a rather undeserved sense of self-assuredness descending on the Syrian beauty as she listened. She had little time for idle threats and braggarts. This woman would be making no threats once this match was over.

The bell rang and Ossi took up her stance, knees bent and ready to spring, having actually spent a reasonable amount of time in training in the aftermath of her last disastrous match. She felt revitalised - confident she could put the losses behind her.

That feeling lasted about five seconds. Ossi advanced, only for Jessica to come flying towards her with shocking speed. Before the arrogant Arab could react her opponent slammed a drop kick into her exposed midriff!

"OUGHHH!" she exclaimed in surprise as the wind was thwacked out of her. She wend tumbling to the ground, clutching her stomach with both hands. Coughing for breath, Ossi tried to struggle upright before Jessica could follow up on her advantage!

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Jessica liked starting off the match with that move. Hell, she liked doing that move whenever she could, as it was a powerful move that could render an opponent to the ground in no time. She knew that she would be on the ground too, but her time on the canvas was limited thanks to the bounce and the energy that propelled her forward as it did now. The Violent Violet popped up and tore at her opponent once more, finding herself looming over Ossi.

Jessica bent down to pick Ossi up, right before she moved to send her right back down. The particular method that she had of doing that was a brutal one, as a belly-to-belly suplex from her was enough to shake the ring. But more than that, it would be a devastating and powerful move.

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Winded by the dropkick, Ossi tried to crawl out of Jessica's reach, seething for allowing herself to walk into such a simple move that now threatened to spiral into further travails in the ring. She struggled her way across the canvas, but her foe was swiftly upon her, heaving her up to her feet. Ossi struggled briefly, only for her opponent to wrap her arms around her tightly and heave her off the mats!

"GAAHHHHGHH!" Ossi wailed piteously as Jessica slammed her into the canvas, the belly-to-belly suplex laying the Syrian heiress out flat on her back from the pounding impact. For a moment all she could do was lie there groaning underneath the Violent Violet, her mind spinning as she realised with horror things were quickly spiralling out of control.

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Jessica stood there for a second, looking at the downed Ossi. She was bending down to pick her opponent up and slam her down once more, but then she stopped. The Violent Violet stood up all the way, and smiled as she thought about what she was going to do next. "Remember when you called me a stepping stone?" Jessica said with a short laugh. "Well guess what is about to happen to you..."

Jessica stepped on Ossi's chest first, and then her stomach, and finally her leg as she moved to walk across her opponent. While the move would not hurt that much, it would be nice and humiliating for the swaggering Ossi. And once she was done with her walk, she would stomp on Ossi's stomach to emphasize how she felt.

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Flat on her back after the suplex, Ossi could do little but listen to Jessica's mocking words as the woman looked down on her contemptuously. She seemed to think better of bringing the Syrian to her feet again, instead looming over her, reminding Ossi of her ill-advised words at the start of the match.

"Gnnhh... shut up you-UNGHH!" Ossi's indignant tirade was cut off when Jessica stepped heavily onto the Syrian's chest, flattening her to the canvas and making it hard to breathe. She struggled only for Jessica to take another step, winding her with a step on her exposed stomach, before walking across her legs, using the Arab beauty as her own personal carpet! As a final statement of intent, the Violent Violet laid a vicious stomp on Ossi's chest for good measure, leaving the Syrian writhing on the mats, panting for breath.

"How... nnghhh... how dare you?!" she blurted in disbelief, trying to drag herself to the ropes to gain from respite from this horribly one-sided encounter!

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Jessica backed up to the center of the ring, and watched her opponent. She knew that if she were stepped on, she would attempt to rip the other woman's head off. As much as she tried to move away from being the big bad heel, she would take delight in putting down women who she considered to me less than her. And now it was time to see if the trash-talking Ossi could rise to the challenge, after having been dealt such a humiliating and painful move.

"Tell you what," Jessica said as she crossed her arms, making her large bust appear that much bigger, "you can quit right now. Just get on your hands and knees and kiss my boot, and no more pain and humiliation for you. You're not going to win this, and you know this." Jessica still stood there with her arms crossed, showing how much contempt she had for her opponent's wrestling abilities.

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Ossi dragged herself laboriously over to the ropes, ready any second for Jessica to pounce on the vulnerable Syrian heiress. But the attack never came. Ossi managed to grab the ropes and use them to pull herself to her feet. She turned standing on unsteady legs as she looked back for her adversary. Her foe waited, unconcerned, arms folded in the middle of the ring.

Ossi's face turned to a scowl as Jessica mocked her, offering the Arab beauty a humiliating respite from the one-sided affair, but one that Ossi's pride would never ever allow! She stomped back towards Jessica furiously.

"Shut your insolent mouth!" she blustered shrilly. "I'd never submit myself to the likes of you! Now let us wrestle. You might have had the upper hand but this is not over!" With that arrogant declaration, Ossi lunged forward, trying to grab Jessica in a lock up and shove hard, wanting to drive her opponent back towards the corner.