Jessica Wright vs Jem Holland

[winner3]

Jem had been struggling to keep herself sitting up. The will of the the audience in attendance, her fans backing her, was all she had driving her at the moment. Just as she felt herself finally garner the strength to begin rising, Jessica leaned fowards, literally and figuratively standing over her, mocking her. Mocking her fans, mocking their support of her, mocking Jem for her performance thus far. The upstart blonde wrestler could only hand her head, and avoid eye contact with the Violent Violet and her voluminous chest handing forwards. Jem looking down in response lead many to believe that she had become discouraged and dispirited. Jessica ending her taunting with a stiff kick that floored Jem yet again, didn't do anyone in the arena any favors, besides Jessica of course.

But when Jess finally turned around, Holland's genuine reaction was plain to see on her face. A deep frown, a scowl and piercing yellow eyes were the predominating features in Jem's facial expression. Jem had been through a fair amount, both in her short career thus far at LAW, and in this match. She had been put through tables, wrestled in parking lots, and here she was wrestling what has been the most one sided match in her career yet, but nothing, absolutely nothing had hurt her as deeply as Jessica's words, just now.

As Wright strode away, Jem began to sit up faster than before. Fueled with enough passion and anger at her foe to momentarily ignore the profuse aches and pains Jess had handed to her from the sound of the bell, the blonde pushed herself up off the canvas and immediately darted towards her foe with all the speed she could muster in her hurt state. If the uptick in cheers from Jem's sudden signs of life didn't alert Jessica to turn around, Jem calling out to her did.

"JESSICA!" Jem cried as she sped towards her foe and attempted to raise her leg for a Superkick!

Jem committed to this kick as she committed to her convictions. Should her kick land, Holland would feel compelled to offer a rebuttal to Jessica's earlier comments. With balled fists and an expression of rage, she'd speak: "I take it back....you're no scrub....you're not a bad wrestler.... You're just a really bad person...." Jem would breath deeply and place her hands on her knees, showing clear signs of strain from having exerted herself while banged up.

[LtLukas]

Jessica was looking up at the crowd, trying to gauge how Jem was doing from their reaction. They looked dispirited, sullen even. A wicked sneer curled her top lip, and she began swaying her hips a little bit. She was feeling confident, bordering on braggadocious. Judging by everything that she had done and seen during this match, she might as well check out now. This one was going to be over before she even knew it, she thought as she turned her focus away from the crowd.

She did not notice, from either the sudden and swift stomping of feet nor from the uptick of excitement from the crowd, that Jem was making a beeline towards her. All of Jessica's antics had apparently struck a nerve, and Jem was out for more than a fair fight. No, it looked like she was out for revenge. When Jessica wheeled around, she immediately realized this simple fact in a very painful and very abrupt sort of way. The yell alerted her of the storm to come, but Jessica was not quick enough on the uptake to react in a proper way.

And she paid for her troubles. The superkick immediately sent her backwards and down. Jessica fell backwards onto the mat. Usually, when women were kicked like that, their eyes closed. Jessica's eyes, however, remained wide open, and she was not sure of the exact cause. It could be the pain. It could be the surprise at getting caught off guard like that. Or it could be Jem's words. She was right, of course. Jessica was a bad person. But to have it out there like that, in front of all of these people, in her first match ever at LAW, that was something else.

But Jessica was something else, too. She tried to collected herself and get up as quickly as she could. If she knew anything about wrestling, she knew that Jem was not going to sit back and rest on her laurels like Jessica did. "Lucky shot," she mumbled as she scrambled up and away.

[winner3]

Jem had acted out of genuine rage. The eerie, sullen silence of the audience was finally broken via Jem's first real offense of the match, tonight - via a stiff kick to the jaw. Holland had been known to wear her heart on her sleeve. Given her career choices, a exhibitionist streaming gig and wrestling, it made sense that she'd often act more often out of impulse than strategy. After successfully taking Jessica down, the blonde made a firm and impassioned declaration of how she felt about Violent Violet. Her words were simple, yet strong. The limited amount of time that Jem had spent with Wright in that ring had given her all the indication she needed to arrive at the conclusion that Jessica was a straight up, bad individual.

The fans that had found themselves cheering for Jem earlier in the match would begin to start up again. It was easier to get behind a familiar face. Especially one that seemed to be responding to the fan's desires to spur her on. Jem panted and stared down at Jessica angrily her purple haired foe began to rise. She'd attempt to reach for Wright's skull as she got up. Jem would place both hands on her foe's head and pull her in. She'd attempt to sink a knee into Jessica's firm midsection in an effort to get her to double over. If successful in landing the knee, Holland would attempt to jump up and drive Jessica's head into the canvas with a Sitout Facebuster. Should that move connect, the crowd would roar and Jem would immediately try to roll her foe over and go for the cover whilst straining herself to declare in a tired voice.

"LAW's no place....for malicious sadists like you...."

[LtLukas]

Jessica recognized that she was down, but there was no good reason why she should be out. Two hands graced her head, and Jessica knew that whatever was coming next was not going to work out in her favor. The blow had hurt her, but not to the extent that it had seriously crippled her. Jessica still had the awareness to see what was coming next. The second after her hands touched Jessica's head, Jessica threw her hands up to mat the hands away. Jem's weak arms could not stay the mighty Violent Violet, as evinced by the fact that Jessica stood up quickly.

The knee that would have hit her stomach now hit only the air, and Jessica was on the attack. Her opponent was off balance now, and Jessica seized the moment. She sent a powerful blow forward. Her hardened right fist exploded in Jem's direction, and Jessica aimed the blow right at her chest. If the crowd liked Jem because she was so damned pretty, then Jessica was going to do what she could to make her unpretty.

Jem was wrong of course. If LAW was not a place for women like her, Jessica was going to do everything in her power to make it a place for women like her. She had the utmost confidence in her ability to be the strongest, most sadistic, most badass woman this paltry attempt at a league had ever seen. Her eyes gleamed with pure hate as she followed through on the blow. From there, she would rain in punch after punch just to make the streamer that little bit more pliable.

[winner3]

The eccentric streamer had her own ways of going about things, and they weren't always straightforward. But when the chips were down and it was time to pick a side, ten times out of ten, one could expect to find Jem siding with folks that most would agree to be honest and upright - with the side of good. And Jem viewed herself as such. And it was her juxtaposition with Jessica, her interactions with the Violent Violet thus far in this very ring that made it clear as day to Holland: that Jessica was bad news.

These were the thoughts that filled the streamer's head as she attempted to set Wright up to get decked with a Facebuster right into the canvas. But as Holland attempted to set up by driving a knee into her purple haired foe's abdomen, Jessica effortless broke Jem's grip on her head, tossed aside Jem's arms, and dodged. Jessica wasted no time after evading. She retaliated immediately after with a stiff right hand that smashed right into the blonde's sternum! The Violent Violet tried to darn near cave in Jem's chest. Immediately after the blow connected, Jem would fall to the canvas. Her bosom would rock slightly from the impact of the punch.

"Urgh...*cough* *cough*" Jem groaned and then coughed a bit. The blow certainly knocked some wind out of her. But even in this state, Holland looked up towards her foe with a look of disgust. Jem knew that Jessica Wright was bad news. And she couldn't shake the feeling that things would work out better for everyone if she were to put a stop to her here and now.

[LtLukas]

Jessica had started her motion. Like a boulder rolling down a hill, like a glacier sliding down a mountain valley, like a mudslide charging down from the heights of a great peak, she could not stop. The punch slammed into soft flesh, and Jessica whirled in dark continuation of the assault. She spun around and faced down, to find Jem right there on the canvas. The streamer had the temerity to look up at her, with a look of defiance etched onto her face. The Violent Violet would not suffer that.

She immediately leaped into the air and spread her limbs out. Jessica was pretty solid and compact, and even if she was not coming down from a great distance she could still come down pretty hard. She wanted to flatten this woman into a pancake, and that would only be to start the abuse. After that would come blow after blow, which would leave Jem nothing more than a pile of red goo.

But first she had to soften her up a bit. Jessica did not close her eyes. She wanted to sense the final impact with more than just her body. The Violent Violet wanted to enjoy the experience through her touch, her ears, and with her eyes. She wanted the whole package, and as she came closer to colliding with Jem, she was confident that she was going to get it.

[winner3]

Jem had suffered a debilitating blow. The streamer was knocked down hard, hard enough to end up on her back. She wanted very badly to try to get up and do the same to Jessica. Not to give her some of her own medicine - no, Jem couldn't bear to sink that someone the Violent Violet's level. She wanted to put Jessica in her place, to show and to prove to her that the only means to her ends were the same destruction that she sought to bring to others. But these notions - this clash of ideologies would prove have to take a back seat to the real situation that was transpiring right before Holland's eyes.

"Ugh!" Jem groaned as the Iowan woman came down on her with a splash! Jessica imposed on her person with all the bodyweight and force she had available. The malice in her eyes, the will do beat her into a pulp was ever-evident on Wright's face. Perhaps it wasn't the will to beat down Jem in particular. Perhaps it was the will to beat down whoever it was that they paired her up against. Regardless, Jem's skull would be rattled by the seemingly nonstop barrage of punched that followed the splash. Holland brought her forearms up and tried to guard and mitigate whatever strikes she could. But Jessica never let up, not even for a second. After several seconds, the referee tried to step in and break the two up in an effort to remove Jessica from Jem's person and give her a little breathing room.

Jem would wince and breathe heavily in pain after suffering the consecutive blows. She'd try and sit up. And as she did, she continued to give Jessica that look. With a pained face and a bruise or two, her emotions towards Jessica Wright were unwavering.

"That...the best...you got?" Jem struggled to say.

[LtLukas]

A hand latched itself onto her back. Jessica braced. It was not Jem. It could not have been Jem. After all, she was below her now, getting beaten to smithereens by a multitude of punches that were coming faster and harder with every waning second. She turned to see the ref girl. Like always, those who enforced the rules were out to ruin her fun. There was a reason that she had a certain proclivity for picking up hardcore matches when she could. When you always think that you are going to win, upping the ante as much as possible only benefitted you.

So Jessica got up off of her opponent, and looked down at her. This gumption was almost cute. She snickered cruelly, and put her hands on her hips. "Of course not. If I went all out, you would fucking die." Jessica made a throat slash gesture with her thumb and then spat to the side. The Violent Violet was not joking around. "And you better close that fucking mouth of yours. Because we still have time for that shit. I fucking assure you." Jessica took her hands off of her hips. The time for fun was over. A new, terrible act was about to take place on the grand stage, and Jessica wanted to find her mood.

From there, she began the bloody of the evening anew. She bent down and grabbed Jem by the supple flesh of her leg. She bent over herself, tucking her head into the right place. From there, she attempted to lift Jem straight off the mat. Going for a fisherman's suplex from this position was downright insane. As the crowd started to recognize what she would do, they started making more noise. Some of doubt, some of anxiety, some of excitement.

But Jessica had no doubt. She pushed her body to the limit as she moved. This was a risk, and she knew it. But the big gamble could all be worth it. This was her showing her first hand. The ante could not be any higher...

[winner3]

The fists came hard and fast. After being taken down, Jessica started wailing on Jem like it was a thing that was going out of style. The image that ensued sparked a sense of concern from everyone who witnessed it. It was plain to see that without an intervention from the referee, Jessica wasn't gonna stop. When the Violent Violet finally did let up after being told to by the official, fans looked on as if they had witnessed a mugging. Yet, only seconds later, Jem was already trying to work her way up, audibly taunting her foe by asking if that was the best she could do. To some, it spurred hope. The streamer put on a brave face and refused to back down from a contemptible opponent that she had come to despise within just minutes of meeting her. But to those were looked more closely, to Jessica, who was face to face with Jem in the ring, the reality of Jem's state and situation was much more apparent.

Despite her words, Holland was clearly looking worse for wear. She could only manage to get the words out while wincing and trying to sit up. Her rise was slow. She held her head with a sense of urgency. In truth, she was checking to see if she had been busted open by the hail of fists from earlier. When Jessica responded by placing her hands on her hips and going so far as to suggest killing Jem, the yellow eyed streamer looked up at her with shock and disgust.

"W-W-WHAT?!" Jem would cry.

But before she could fully process it and bring herself to express how appalled she was that Wright would even think about doing something so heinous, Jem would find herself being pursued once again. As Jem had just worked her way to being on all fours, the purple haired middleweight would came at and began to demonstrate considerable strength. Jessica collected Jem from the mat and begin to try and practically deadlift her off of it to hit her with a Fisherman's Suplex! Jem would be carried up and overhead before being slammed back down! If Jessica committed to the pin that the move usually entails, Jem would show meager signs of life and raise her shoulder to momentarily break it just after the two count. But whether she was pinned of not, Jem would remain on the canvas on her back, clearly still in a bad spot in this match up.

[LtLukas]

Jessica waited. She doubted that the streamer was going to go down this early. The fisherman's suplex was an impressive one, if she had to say so herself, but Jessica had not done enough damage for the three count to come. The ref girl only got to two before Jem showed any signs of life, and Jessica stood up. She took a few steps away, and looked out at the crowd. Most of them were focused on the women she had just slammed onto the mat. Not her. After everything that she had done, they were still swayed by her popularity. Jessica had not won them over with her strength, her power, her brutality.

That was fine. There was still time. She wheeled around, and saw that her opponent was still lying on the ground. Jessica grinned. Her move had done quite a number on her. But there was still quite a lot more that she wanted to do. There was still quite a lot more that she had to do.

"Get the fuck up." Jessica demanded. "Get the fuck up. I am going to beat you bloody, then rip your top off. Everyone in the world is going to know what your fucking tits look like." Jessica pointed her finger up, and then straight at her opponent. That would surely get the crowd's attention.

"So get the fuck up and come take your medicine." Jessica crouched into her wrestling stance, and made herself ready. After a declaration like that, she was going to give this woman everything that she had.