Jessica Wright vs. Lilliana Antiqua

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Jessica was totally incredulous. First, that Lilliana had rebounded in time for her to be on her feet when Jessica came flying off the ropes. Second, that Jessica's weight had very little impact upon her opponent, and that Lilliana had grabbed her straight out of mid-air. Lilliana had quite a lot of strength, and Jessica could feel every little ounce of it when her opponent had her arms around Jessica. And finally, she was called a cur. The Violent Violet had only a vague understanding of what a cur was, but she knew that it was not good. In the same vein, it was also not good that her back was now exploding with pain thanks to the fact she had just been slammed into the turnbuckle.

There would be no rest for the wicked though. Jessica was slung into the barricade, but she managed to turn around just in time for her back to hit as opposed to her front. Sure, it wasn't much consolation given that her back had just been blown up against the turnbuckle, but it was something. Jessica slumped against the barricade, but stayed standing. Her arms were out wide, but she was standing, dammit, and that was worth something.

Now it was time to decide what to do. Lilliana was implacable, and was probably going to come straight at her. Jessica had to be ready. But the pain in her back was something that she could not just ignore. For right now, she thought her best bet was going to be to rest up against the barricade and weather the storm. And she suspected that something that had the power of a tornado would be coming...

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The towering Amazon's display of strength earned actually earned her some positive crowd feedback. Many would describe Lady Antiqua in a negative light. Fan and wrestler alike sought to see the woman taken down a peg or two, but no one could deny her talents. She had tossed the hundred forty pound woman around like she were a sack of potatos. Introducing her back to the unforgiving steel ringpost and following up by throwing her at the arena barricade! The fans were just as incredulous as Jessica was! The Violent Violet's tenacity and resilience were commendable to say the least. Even Lilliana's eyes widened. For just after she had turned away from Jessica to dust herself off in reaction to having been so handsy with a member of a lesser family dynasty, the heavyweight turned towards Wright to see her on her two feet. Sure, she wasn't completely upright. Sure, she was hanging onto the barricade. But those moves would have laid out most LAW women. Heck, Lilliana had already prematurely assumed that Jess was down.

"Not bad, Wright. Perhaps, you're not as forgettable as the other 'competition' around here." Lilliana had said with a smile as she began to slowly step towards Jessica for a couple steps before breaking out into a full on sprint. Members of the audience at ringside were actually shouting praises of Jessica. If anything, the upstart sure was tough. But Lilliana had every intention of snuffing that toughness out of her! The barefoot noblewoman would break into a run and come at the Violent Violet hard and fast! She'd extend her arm and throw her upper body at Jessica with the intention of nailing her across the upper chest and bosom with a nasty Clothesline to send her over the barricade and into the crowd!

[LtLukas]

Everything faded. The lights above her might as well have come from the Andromeda galaxy. The crowd behind her might as well have been ghosts. Even the ground below her felt a lot less solid, and it might as well have been waves of jelly, propelling this beast of a woman towards her. Her purple eyes narrowed upon the Amazon who was barreling towards her with the tremendous power and speed of a runaway freight train speeding across the endless plain. She knew that she would have one shot, just one shot, otherwise she would turn into tomato paste against the unforgiving barricade. She stopped breathing, and her nostrils flared. The Violent Violet measured Lilliana's massive steps, and picked her moment.

She raised her powerful leg up. In a quick and concerted movement, she sent her strong leg lancing out and forward. Her opponent was lowering the boom to try and hit her with a powerful clothesline, so Jessica had no doubt that she could hit her right in the head. The kick had to be beat-perfect, but if she could get it to go off, she could start using some of Lilliana's own momentum against her. And in a match like this, where Jessica Wright was the smaller of the pair for once, using this large woman's size to Jessica's benefit was going to be vital to assuring victory. So when Jessica aimed the kick at Lilliana's head, she did so with an unknown confidence.

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Lilly had already commit herself to sending the Violent Violet over the barricade. To the point where she already had a response prepped. Dragging Jessica towards the commoners that filled the stadium was only fitting. It would drive home the differences between the Wrights and the Antiquas, she thought. But those thoughts soon left the heavyweight aristocrat's head altogether. For when the tall, toned amazon drew near her prey, when her strides seemed more majestic and regal, she was interrupted by the sole of Jessica's red boot!

"GAH!!!" Antiqua groaned out as she stumbled back and held her face. The barefoot woman staggered with as much incredulousness as she did pain. Her eyes widened as she began to catch herself after the impact. Jessica still showed signs of life. Jessica wasn't done. Despite being hung up on the barricade as if she were lifeless, the Violent Violet kept at it like she had something to prove! Lilliana would turn around whilst finding her foot. She'd wipe her nose where the boot connected and rub her fingers together to see the slightest trickle of blood....

In an instant, Lilliana's eyes would widen, her gaze would turn ominous as she looked over to Wright. The amazon would shout at her in an authoritative tone while marching towards the woman with her right fist visibly clenched! "HOW! DARE!"

In her fit of anger, Lilliana didn't even bother to finish her sentence. She sought retribution and on her honor, she'd get it. Antiqua's steps would echo off the pavement as she once again approach Jess, this time with a fist raised and ready to strike her with big right hook!

[LtLukas]

Jessica's blow worked. She was on the ropes, not quite literally but metaphorically, and her desperate back-against-the-wall bid at freedom worked. The second that her boot collided with Lilliana's nose, she became a whirl of motion whose dark desires were nearly as manifest as the bulging muscles she applied to get herself from point A to point B. Hell, the forward momentum of the kick was more than enough to start her journey, and once she had started there were precious few on the earth who had the might and will to stop her. Jessica had broken out into a full run, going for the apron at a terrifying speed.

Lilliana was baring down on her, and Jessica knew that. She frantically felt under the rope, looking for something, anything to get her purple haired opponent on the back foot. The second that she felt something cold and metal, she seized it and began apprehending her foe. It just so happened that the metal thing she grabbed was a chain, and it just so happened that Jessica was in a good time and place to use it. She hardly had time to get into the stance that she wanted, but that didn't really matter.

Jessica swung it with all her strength. She wanted to hit her opponent before Lilliana could get within striking distance of her. Lilliana's reach was long, but it was a safe bet to assume that the chain was longer. The speed and ferocity with which Jessica was swinging it put the crowd on edge. For the first time, she noticed that she had made her opponent bleed.

She smirked. "Looks like you ain't hot shit after all, bitch." Jessica said. She didn't even care if the first one landed. She swung it back the other way as hard as she possibly could.

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Jessica was definitely the type to capitalize on any and all openings given to her. After landing that boot and stopping Lilliana in her tracks, the Iowan was already making her way towards the ring. While Antiqua prided herself on functioning like a well oiled machine when it came to feats of athelticism and strength in the squared circle, it was clear that Jessica's strengths lied in more cold, calculating efforts!

Lilliana was indignant. She knew she was the better woman. She knew that hardly anyone else could put Jess in her place. With her fist cocked and ready, she approached the Violent Violet with wide, angry eyes. The barefoot heavyweight got just within range. Fans at ringside cringed as she raised her fist in preparation to full on hammer, Jessica! But just when it seemed like Jessica was cornered and vulnerable, she found something - an answer!

Just before Lilliana could swing at Jessica, Jessica swung at her first! The sound of the chain rattling against itself as she threw echoed. The metal restraints lashed out at Antiqua, hitting chest and shoulder! She'd cover her shoulder with her arm in reaction. That first blow had already caused it to redden. Antiqua would wince with one eye open as she struggled through the pain to keep her footing. The very next thing she'd see was Wright's smug face. Truly Jessica's insolence knew no bounds!

Lilliana growled. She opened her mouth to speak. She did so whilst trying to stand up straight, but once again, Jessica curtailed her advance! The middleweight Iowan swung her chain a second time with the same haphazard force as she did the first time around. Lilliana raised an arm to block. But the force and sting of the rattling chains seemingly overwhelmed her. The heiress fell onto her back. Her countenance still pained. For the first time in the match, she was kept at bay, at Jessica's feet. It was a revolting feeling. That pain in her facial expression would slowly turn to disgust. And disgust would slowly become indignation!

Antiqua would lie there a moment. The blood that trickled from her nose would have mostly dried by now. Her shoulder would still be reddened from the previous blow. Perhaps Jessica would gloat. Perhaps she wouldn't relent. In either case, Lilliana silently and angrily readied herself. If that chain was swung at her, she'd catch it with both hands before pushing herself up to a kneeling position and employing her superior strength to yank the violent instrument away and pull the Iowan towards her to try and hit her with a stiff uppercut!

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It would have been a nice picture, Jessica thought. Her body was tense from the exertion that she was putting herself under. Her eyes were focused on her opponent. Her chain was flowing like some long and elegant flag to pure violence and the darkest part of her heart. But it was more than just a beautiful scene. It was a good one, in her book, because the mighty Lilliana had been kept at bay by Jessica's sudden and calculated attack. The first blow struck her purple-haired opponent right across her shoulder. One good turn deserved another, she reckoned, and the second blow felled the woman in her tracks.

Jessica felt like jumping for joy. Finally, Jessica was the one who had the freedom of movement, and the impetus to act. There was still a chain in her hand, and fire in her belly. Lilliana was on her knees now and Jessica reared back. She was ready to launch the chain forward again, but something gave her pause. Perhaps it was the way Lilliana was looking at her. Perhaps it was the fact that her opponent was going to be ready for another blow from the chain. Perhaps it was the doubt that was beginning to take its home in Jessica's mind. After all, she had two lucky trikes. Third time was the charm, she supposed. She just didn't know if it was going to be a charm for her.

So Jessica reared back with the chain, faking like she was going to go for another strike, and then charged ahead. She crossed the concrete floor as quickly as she could, feinting that she was going to hit Lilliana with the chain the whole time. Right at the last moment, she reared up and launched a kick at Lilliana's shoulder. The same shoulder that she had just decimated with the chain. The Violent Violet was a shrewd woman, and she was going to seize upon any chance she could to get one over on her opponent.

As much as Jessica tried to keep the doubt at bay, it was starting to swell up. Sure, she could do this. What would happen after? Jessica tried to put those thoughts aside as she attacked her opponent. Lilliana was big, bigger than her. The best she could hop to do was attack, and attack relentlessly. Anything after right now did not matter, she reckoned.

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Jessica wielded that chain like a madwoman. Yet, there was thought and purpose in each of her actions. Lilliana had tried to smite her with sheer force. Surely she employed dynastical technique and poise, but when it came down to it, the barefoot heavyweight was out to throttle Wright. And the Iowan was steadfast in her insolence. When Lilliana looked up with purpose and mal intent, she raised her hand slightly expecting the chain to come again. And for a moment it seemed like it would. But Jessica didn't commit....

Instead, The Violent Violet shifted gears! Before it became painfully obvious that her current motion was a feint, she charged forward and lifted her leg! What was once a task that Antiqua considered rudimentary was now becoming a tedious chore. There was little time to react. Upon perceiving what Wright was going for, she could only manage to use the hand she lifted to cover her hurt shoulder. And that intuition paid off slightly when Jessica ran full-tilt into it with a Running Kick!

"AUGH!" Lilliana cried out as she fell into a seated position and winced.

"You think this gives you a chance, you shrew! You wench!" Antiqua roared as she tried to shift and draw near to the barricade. She'd place her bare back against the hard surface. She'd plant her feet and attempt to rise. It was ironic that she found herself in this predicament. Only moments ago the shoe was on the other foot. Jessica was the one looking worse for wear. Jessica was the one with her back against the wall. As that irony sunk in more and more, Lilliana's scowl deepened and she'd lash out verbally while she took time to recuperate in order to lash out physically.

"You will know your place!"

[LtLukas]

Jessica winced. She had not been hit, quite the opposite in fact. At the bottom of her boot, she wanted to feel the soft flesh of Lilliana's voluptuous bosom. That would be the most painful spot. That would be the spot that kept this woman down for long enough that Jessica could really go for it when it came to her next attack. But her boot did not resonate against Lilliana's chest at all. Her kick collided with Lilliana's shoulder, which was tough enough to shield her body from the worst of the pain. Jessica faltered back as she carried through with the kick, one leg pressing forward as the other came rebounding back.

Whatever. Even if it did not go off exactly as she intended to, it would still have to do. Jessica turned around again, and raced back to the ring. She was going to have to use weapons as efficiently as possible if she wanted a chance to win this fight, and that was the only place that a weapon could be. Her long legs meant that the gap between her and the ring faded quickly. Sure, all the cameras were sure to focus on her bouncing boobs, but Jessica did not care. Her mind was focused on one thing, and one thing only. Getting something dangerous, and then whacking Lilliana with it.

Jessica all but dove under the curtain, and desperate groped in the darkness for anything she could get her hands on. Finally, she found it. Something hard and cold. The Violent Violet seized it, and produced a chair from under the ring like a magician pulling a rabbit out of their hat. Jessica raised it up, swung around, and pitched herself towards her opponent, the chair high above her head.

Once Jessica got close enough, she would attempt to bring it down over the head of Lilliana. If nothing else, it would send a message that Jessica was going to do whatever it took to win this match. Plus, a full forced running chair shot was a terrible thing to behold...

[winner3]

Lilliana seemed to look worse for wear. She had convincing command of this match up at the onset. The image of the two standing face to face in the center of the ring was still fresh on everyone's mind. The woman of pedigree fought with the expectation that Jess would fall like the rest, easily. And it was that expectation that made her chuckle ever so slightly as she planted her feet and pushed herself up against the barricade to force her way up to her feet. By the time Antiqua was up, Jessica's frantic search for another tortuous instrument was already complete. The stadium camera focused in on both purple haired vixens as Jessica ran in guns blazing. She was poised to do a number on her taller, amazon. Jessica raised that chair with the same conviction and sadism that she had swung the chain.

"Interesting." Lady Antiqua said with a smirk as she raised up the hand on her good arm and caught the head of the chair. The sound of the metal instrument cleaving through the air came to a sudden stop when Lilliana grabbed hold of the weapon. In a sudden turn of events, the aristocrat's wily range culminated into a focused, cold gaze. Her eyes only dimly reflected the light from the stadium lights and the individuals around her. In one quick motion, Lilliana pulled the chair towards her own person. She knew Jessica wouldn't let go. No, Wright was too smart for that. These weapons had given her a fighting chance! An edge, even! Letting go now would only prove to be disadvantageous. At least, that's the train of thought that Lilliana imagined Jessica had. Having fought competitively, she often imagined the fight from the opponent's perspective. Every great veteran did.

Upon pulling the chair, and Jess by proxy, close, Lilliana used the momentum from pulling her foe in to her advantage. She'd throw her head forward and aimed her forward at Jessica's nose! Antiqua had every intention of forcing Wright to recoil in pain. If the blow forced Jessica to stagger the way Lilliana had hoped, the heavyweight amazon wouldn't miss a beat. She'd yank the chair from Jessica's grasp and quickly pull it up to grab the fixture by its legs. "This is it!" Lilliana thought to herself as she began to come alive again in this match up! Her muscles tensed with a renewed vigor. Her tight, curvaceous frame shed a few beads of sweat as she raised the chair and swung it down with considerable force, aimed at The Violent Violet's dome!

Should the blow hit, Lilliana would adjust the straps of her one piece as the audience let out collective gasps and shocked reactions. She'd open up the bent, crooked chair and set it up on top of Jess. The legs of the chair would stand on each side of the busty Iowan's waist. Antiqua would take her place in the seat by stepping atop a fallen Jessica's carcass. She'd rest her bare feet on Jessica's bosom as she sat in her metaphorical throne.

"You're an interesting opponent, Wright. But you....you're no pedigree....at my feet here...this is where you belong...just like them.." The "them" implied to be the onlooking fans that she looked up at as she made her declaration!