Jessica Wright vs. Lilliana Antiqua

[LtLukas]

Her footsteps all rang out as she traversed the harsh concrete. It occurred to her that she ought to give some glorious triumphal yell to punctuate the feeling she had within her. It would all be so simple. Sure, she was at a disadvantage when it came to size and power, but Jessica's wits and sheer brutality could close the obvious gap between them. So when Jessica approached Lilliana like a comet coming hurtling through the Earth's atmosphere, it was with her heart bursting full of passion. There was doubt in her mind, sure, but if Jessica could sink this, if she could just sink this, well, then she had a real shot at pulling this one out. And wouldn't that be a sight. Jessica, a nobody from Iowa, taking on a woman a weightclass above her and improbably pulling out a win.

But when she swung the chair down, something funny happened. It did not go all the way down. When she was younger, she would close her eyes when she carried through with attacks, but that was a habit that was beaten out of her. She felt the momentum of the chair stop cut short well before it hit its intended target, and looked up. There Lilliana was, holding it. Jessica's mouth dropped agape for a second. Jessica had brought all of the power that she could bring to bear into this chair shot, and her opponent had just stopped it.

And the bad news was only beginning. Lilliana jerked her forward. Lilliana showed Jessica how hard her head was with a massive headbutt straight to her nose. The sheer force of the blow caused Jessica to stagger backwards, and let go of the chair as she held her nose. There was definitely a crack that she heard when Lilliana headbutted her, and all she could do at this point was pray that her nose was not broken.

Despite all of that, it somehow got worse for the Violent Violet. Lilliana brought down the chair, the same chair that Jessica reckoned would be the key to victory, over her head. Immediately, Jessica went to the ground, overwhelmed by the raw power of the blow. Her arms flew above her head as she went down like a sack of potatoes. The lights far above her, the noise of the crowd, and life itself all became a bit hazy as Jessica was confronted with the raw ache in her head. She closed one eye, turned her head, and groaned in pain. Her purple hair fell down in front of her face. Given what happened next, Jessica was glad for it.

There was some pressure on her chest, which Jessica found to be odd. When she turned her head and looked up, she saw that Lilliana was sitting on the chair above her, with feet on Jessica's chest. The act of humiliation was not lost on Jessica, and she burned with indignation. The words were annoying, sure, but the physical act of it was enough to appal her.

"Get the fuck off of me bitch," she snarled. She tried to push Lilliana's bare feet away and shimmy out from under the chair and Lilliana. The pain in her head was making her moves awfully slow, however...

[winner3]

Lilliana had resumed control of the situation. She sat atop her throne, atop Jessica like she belonged there. In just a quick moment, the atmosphere of this match had transformed. Jessica had shown that she was more than her appearance had led on. She was gritty and formidable in her own right. The Iowan's propensity to incite carnage and her willingness to use anything she could get her hands on to get the job done, truly spoke to her epithet of "The Violent Violet". None before Jessica given Antiqua such hardship. No one at LAW had made her bleed before today. And such feats would not go unpunished...

"Ohohoho! You're a wily one, Jessica." Lilliana would laugh as Wright brushed her feet away. Given her current command of the situation, Lilliana was able to find some humor in Jessica's response. The last girl that the aristocrat had left laid out at her feet showed no such life or vigor. And it was that same vigor and insolence that Lilliana had vowed to snuff out.

As Jessica began to squirm, Antiqua began to rise. She'd stomp her bare foot down on her foe's purple haired head. Lilliana would begin to put her weight on that foot. She wanted Jessica to start getting used to this. It was plenty apparent that this girl wouldn't be tamed. But driving home the difference between them. Showing Wright that the two of them were cut fro a different cloth and belonged in different echelons both in the ring and out of it - that might be just as rewarding as subjugating the middleweight!

"Tonight, you will learn your place. Beneath me!" The heavyweight amazon declared as she pulled her foot back and grabbed hold of the chair. She'd fold it up and raise it one more time. Lilliana was no stranger to using weapons in a fight. She had already demonstrated that with her previous chair shot, and she was poised to administer another! Like a pendulum that swung in a massive arc, Lilliana would lift the already bent steel chair from the ground before bringing it back down with cringe inducing force! Antiqua would aim for that busty chest of Jessica's. The same one that the boys in the stands and in the production crew had been staring at for much of the match, much of all of Jess' matches, really. If the blow connected and stunned Wright, Lilliana would look down at her handiwork and sneer. Her nose pointed up to suggest that Jessica was beneath her. It didn't take long for the elitist amazon to turn her head. Only a few feet away on the ground was that same venomous chain that had done a number on her a few moments earlier. And upon noticing it, if Antiqua still had control, she'd march on over to the weapon and collect it from the ground. Lilliana would count on Jessica to still be hurting and stunned. She'd grab the chain and reach under the ring. Not for a weapon, of course. Lilliana was a competitor of a higher caliber. She didn't always default to grabbing things that did her foe direct harm. No, she sought to seal the deal. Antiqua would lift that ring apron, and from under, she would procure a lock.

Lilliana would lift it up high and smile deviously. It was obvious that she had ill intention.s It was obvious where this was going. And perhaps it was that impending doom that would make her assault on her middleweight foe that much more satisfying. Lilliana would step towards Jessica. If the Violent Violet was still down, she'd bend down and pull the Iowan from the arena floor. Lilliana would try and get her rival purple haired wrestler into a seated position. If she managed to continue getting her way, she'd pull Wright's arms behind her back and attempt to tie the chain around Jessica's wrists. Lilliana would be sure to make a figure eight with the chain before sealing the deal by locking that lock on the intersection of the knot. With the steel lock clamping down the whole in the links of the chain, it would seem like a done deal. All the while, as she tried to set Jessica up for the mauling that she had promised at the onset of this match, Lilliana would lecture her younger, lighter competitor.

"Rash, foul-mouthed. You carry yourself more like a neanderthal than a proper woman. The Wrights. They must be oh so proud."

[LtLukas]

Above her, there was movement. Jessica recognized that there was bad news for her, but there was only so much she could do at this point. Jessica wiggled and writhed for all that she was worth, trying to gain as much distance as she could between her and Lilliana before the worst came to pass. Sure, this was a setback, and it was a big setback at that. But if she could just get away, if she could just get another weapon in her hand, well, she would be right back in this. Hell, she was winning up until Lilliana grabbed the chair from her. All it would take was getting back to the ring, and then getting back under the apron. Then she could turn this thing around.

All of her progress came to a halt when Lilliana stomped on Jessica's head. The back of Jessica's skull slammed against the concrete ground, and Jessica winced in pain. Or, at least, she would have had a foot not been on her face. Jessica was feeling thoroughly degraded not only by Lilliana's acts, but her words. Although, Lilliana made a very good point when she ground her foot into Jessica's face and the back of Jessica's head into the floor. The pain in her head became overwhelming, and for a second, Jessica was happy that it ended.

She was content right up until the point that Lilliana gave her a very good reason not to be happy. A chair shot slammed into her chest, causing her large breasts to flare and then jiggle. The power of the chair ripped the air from her lungs and the fight from her body. Jessica covered up her chest, as if that would get the pain from her massive chest. She rolled over on her side, and did what she could to try and recover from the raw strength that Lilliana showed to her in the most demonstrative and painful way. The Violent Violet coughed. Distantly, she saw Lilliana's bare feet moving towards the apron, the same apron that Jessica wanted to move to that she may give herself a chance to win this match. The fact that Lilliana was moving too was disheartening. Her purple haired opponent already had a significant advantage when it came to size, strength, and maturity. The only thing that Jessica had was her brutality, and it seemed like she was losing her advantage even in that.

So Jessica was not going to take it lying down. She did what she could to pull herself up, and slumped down to the ground in pain. The ache in her chest and her head was too great. But soon she gathered herself to get up. As soon as she was no both feet, Lilliana was upon her. She tried to get her into a seated position, and tried to control her arms. The Violent Violet could only guess the end of this particular move, but she was not going to go gently. She bucked and she writhed and she moved to get out of the reach of Lilliana so that she would not greet whatever nasty end Lilliana had in mind for her.

In a sense, she was proud. Proud enough that she was not going to go along gently with Lilliana's nasty ideas. "Fuck you!" she growled.

[winner3]

Lilliana was about ready to have her way with this woman. Jessica, to her, came across as a young upstart that needed to be put in their place. She was going to show the Iowan the difference in their abilities, the difference in their class by literally outclassing her in this match to get the point across. But of course, Jessica wouldn't allow herself to be done in so easily. Restraining the Violet Violent by the arms with that chain would not only have been poetic justice in light of her previous transgressions, but it would have also made Antiqua's agenda that much easier to carry out.

When Wright started to resist, when Lady Antiqua started to experience the first hint of difficulty in tying up Jessica's mitts, her reaction was immediate. In a quick motion, the heavyweight amazon would grab a section of the chain with two hands, about shoulder's width apart and it in front of Jessica's head before securing it under her chin and around her neck! Lilliana would then stand up and allow the height difference between the two of them to coax Jessica into standing to avoid the pressure of being a harsh choke!

"You really want to make me work tonight, Jessica?! As you wish!" Lilliana growled in an annoyed and angry tone. Antiqua would aim to add to the intensity. If she were able to jerk Jessica up to her feet, she'd loop that chain around the Violent Violet's neck once more and give both ends of the chain a harsh tug before pulling it upwards and lifting the middleweight off her feet! Surely it was more effort than Lilliana had wanted to exert. But it was nothing she couldn't muster. The real question would be how much Jessica's throat and constitution could take!

The barefoot fighter had tried to take the easy way out by essentially handcuffing her foe. But Jessica wasn't going to allow herself to be forced into a position where she couldn't physically fight back. No, she was too good for that, too competent a fighter. Even Lilliana could see that. And perhaps that's what angered her the most. The aristocrat felt that this particular foe oversold herself by quite the margin. Jessica needed a wake-up call. Foe's on Lilliana's level were out there. They were certainly few and far between, but they existed. And Lilliana was bent on driving the point home that Wright wasn't ready for the big leagues. If Lilliana got her way, she'd kee Jess suspended and hang her until she was virtually limp. After several seconds, she'd unceremoniously drop the busty middleweight like she were a sack of potatoes and continue her lecture. She'd make every effort to see to it that this beatdown was going to be every bit as much spiritual as it was physical!

"I'm going to destroy you. You'll remember the thrashing you suffered tonight for years to come, probably for your entire career. I'm going to show you what the best of the best have to offer in combat sports. And then, when I'm done with you, when you literally can't do anything but reflect on why you were so powerless, tonight, maybe then you'll understand it. The difference between you and me, a hothead with just some talent vs a woman that was born and bred for success."

[LtLukas]

Lilliana made an attempt at her hands. They were behind her back now, so the only thing that was left for Jessica could do was guess. Sure, any movement at all was likely to dissuade the woman from restraining Jessica's arms, but the Violent Violet knew that she was going to have to make the right moves to truly be free. Feint left. Go right. Keep moving. Pull up, and then move forward. Then, she could spin around and get back at this woman in any way that presented itself. Just as she made one final bid for freedom, the harsh chain that Jessica had used so effectively just a moment ago was now being pressed against her neck.

Jessica grunted. She moved back to try and alleviate the pressure, but Lilliana moved right along with her. Her left eye was half closed, and her mouth was contorted into a grimace. She could not breathe any more, but there was no way she could slip her hand between the chain and her neck. Her fists clenched. Jessica was going to have to ride this one out, for as long as it took. The referee was not going to help her. The crowd was not going to help her. The world was not going to help her. She would have to tap deep down into her being to try and power through the worst that Lilliana could throw at her.

Jessica would have demanded "What?" had she had the capacity to speak. Lilliana pulled her further back, so that her feet no longer touched the floor. Lilliana was not only showing off her strength, she was showing off Jessica - the Violent Violet was totally helpless as the crowd watched her be strangled by a stronger, more malevolent woman. Both of her eyes closed now, and she herself was not sure if it was from pain or shame. The Violent Violet choked and sputtered under the influence of the chain, feeling a sense of true desperation setting in. The extra loop around her neck made escape all but impossible.

Slowly, Jessica began reaching up to the chain. She grabbed it. All of the night's intensity made it warm, but not a hair softer. The Violent Violet gagged, and felt the darkness pressing in on her. She tried to turn, to make the hold a little bit less effective, but it was no use. Unless something changed in the next five seconds, Jessica was going to go under. And she didn't want to know what would happen after that.

But she didn't black out. Lilliana dropped her onto the floor. Jessica's limp body fell to the ground, and immediately Jessica began wheezing, trying to get all the air she could as quickly as she possibly could. She rolled onto her side and felt her neck, surprised that it was still there. Her eyes were still closed.

[winner3]

Antiqua had made some folks in the arena uncomfortable with that display. No doubt that the image of her practically hanging Jessica by her own chain would be displayed in future promo videos and vignettes. Surely things could have ended here and now. With the height difference and the metal chain links growing ever-tighter around Wright's throat, some officials would make the honorable call of ending things right here and now. It was very apparent that with the degree of control, the degree of power Lilliana had over her rival violet-haired wrestler, that she could have simply pressed this advantage and won via ko. And it was this fact that made it that much scarier when, all of a sudden, Lilliana let Jessica go.

"Who told you could sleep?!" The amazon hissed as Jessica's breathless frame laid at her bare feet. Jessica had fallen lifeless, but she soon rolled slightly. Somehow, Lilliana was well aware that her foe had held onto consciousness. Having experienced Jess' tenacity firsthand, it only made sense. No matter which woman Jessica was put up against, it was clear that the stubborn Iowan would fight until she could fight no longer. And right now, the entirety of her struggle was with clinging to consciousness in the midst of Lilliana's onslaught. No doubt Jessica's throat was still red and her lungs were still filling with air. Two circumstances that would no doubt inspire some measure of hope. The camera zoomed in as Lilliana lifted her foot and used it to roll Jessica onto her back. With her foe's front unguarded on the arena floor, Lilliana lifted her foot once more, this time with the intention of bringing it down on Jessica's core for a hard stomp!

"Wake up!" Antiqua roared as her foot connected with the muscle and flesh of Jessica's abs! "Stay awake!" She'd say as she stromped on Jess once more!

After the second stomp, she'd rest her foot on Jessica's voluminous chest. The red-eyed heavyweight would look down at her with some measure of disgust in her facial expression.

"When I speak, you'll do well to listen, Wright! And I'm not done lecturing you, yet." She'd say as she stood over Jessica like she was the remains of game at the end of a hunt. With little delay, the amazon would bend down and pull Jessica up from the hard arena floor. With one hand grasping the locks of the Violent Violet's purple hair, Lilliana began to pull the red-clad woman towards the ring. After covering a short distance with Jessica, she'd abruptly throw the woman towards the ring's apron, aiming to bash hotshot middleweight's dome off of the hardest part of the ring!

"Do you see it yet? The difference between us?" Lilliana would ask condescendingly after landing dishing out more pain. "You will...." Antiqua would finish up her statement with a low, ominous tone. With a smile on her face, she'd collect Jessica- whatever it is that remained of her, and toss her under the bottom rope and into the ring. Clearly, Lilliana had more plans for her mouthy upstart opponent. And the next irem on the agenda was anyone's guess...

[LtLukas]

For being a heel, Jessica did have a lot of heart. Or stubbornness, whatever you wanted to call. Any appellation would ultimately lead down the same road, and that road was apparent when Lilliana flipped her over using little more than her foot. Despite the red ring on her neck, despite the height and weight difference, despite the fact that she was pretty well overmatched, she was not going to give up. Her arms slowly started working towards her middle, trying to defend her torso from what was coming next. The admonition from her opponent was heeded, very much in her own way.

But Jessica was too slow. The first blow to her gut expelled the air from her body in an effluvium of spit and choked swear words. Before the stomp rained in, she was not really in a good position to get up, but this attack ended her meager attempt. Then came another stomp, just as dreadful as the first, cementing her place on the floor. After the choke and having the wind knocked out of her, Jessica was just focused on breathing, but she really wished that she were capable of more. Because if she were, she would do something about that foot on her breast. Jessica's face was twisted with pain as she lay at the foot of the towering Lilliana, pained as she was.

Then, she could do little else but listen. She had already been put through the wringer so far - she could hardly imagine what the rest of the lecture would entail, although she was in no great rush to find out. Her desires would be checked at the door, it would seem, as Lilliana forced her to her feet, and then cordially invited her to the ring apron. Her head slammed against the hardest part of the ring, and for a second Jessica was seeing stars and little else. Immediately, she slumped down to the floor. If she were able to, she would clutch her head, but the pain that she had endured thus far rendered her all but immobile.

Jessica was forced back up again, and thankfully the pain ended. The humiliation, however, did not, and Jessica could not resist as she was thrown into the ring as if she were a sack of potatoes. The Violent Violet tried to close her eyes, to do what she could to rest up and regain her strength before the pain began once again. She slumped over to her side, and gritted her teeth. Her breathing was forced. Jessica was in a bad situation, which she had to recognize. Even if she didn't want to admit it.

[winner3]

Jessica had woken a sleeping giant from her slumber. Lilliana hadn't found an opponent she could take seriously yet at LAW. The competition thus far had consisted of conspicuous annoyances at best. Women that could serve as warm-ups for her the elitist's actual work out regiment later in the day after her matches. But Jessica was determined to show she was no ankle-biter. And Antiqua was making doubly sure that Wright's determination earned her the soundest display of dominance ever witnessed in a LAW ring. The towering heavyweight amazon followed Jessica into that ring. She climbed onto the ring apron and ducked between the ropes as elegantly as one could when dishing out a beatdown. Once inside the ring, Antiqua would run her fingers through her purple locks and brush them to the side before circling Jessica like a shark would its prey.

"Going forwards, Wright, you'd to well to -how would Sandy put it? 'Stay in your lane.' " Lilliana would assert this in a more reserved voice than she had previously. Having not been forced to deal with Jessica as a clear and present threat, she was able to go about things more calmly, more tactically. Antiqua would bend down and grab Jessica by the straps of her red leotard. She'd pull the middleweight up to her feet and hold her up by those same straps. Lilliana would get face to face with Jess, as if she were holding her opponent up by the scruff of her neck. With the height difference accentuated once again, the first class athlete would raise her fist and resumed literally and figuratively talking down to Jessica Wright.

"You started this match off by punching me in the face. My body still remembers the blow." She'd say before clenching her fist tighter and leaning in to whisper into Jessica's ear. "Did you know that I was a world class boxer before I came to LAW?" Lilliana would say with a smile before pulling her head away and winding up a quick yet powerful right hook! She aimed for Jessica's jaw and made sure the punch connected cleanly and efficiently. If the right hook hit and sent The Violent Violet down to the mat like a practice dummy, Lilly would pause for a moment to allow the audience to take it in.

"You should understand by now that it doesn't matter if this was a boxing match, a wrestling match -ha, we could be playing checkers or tic-tac-toe." Antiqua would proclaim in boastful fashion while bending forwards to collect Jessica from the mat yet again. She'd try to keep her momentum going by flipping Wright upsidedown and getting her into position for a Tombstone Piledriver. Lilliana wouldn't spike Jessica's head into the mat just yet, though. No, she'd jostle the woman, then parade her around the ring. With each step, Lady Antiqua would seemingly smile wider. She'd show Wright's battered body off on all four sides of the ring, allowing the fans to take in the imagery, and for Wright to do the same when she watched replays of the match later on. Lilliana would finish up by facing the stadium's hard camera with her opponent still in tow.

"I think my only regret is that when you're recovering in the med bay on whatever low-end hospital bed that they put your kind on, I won't be able to see the look of rage on your face when you see how weak and pathetic you looked when you tried to go the distance with Lilliana Antiqua..." With that, Lilliana would jump up high and put her knees together with Jessica's head pressed between them.

Gravity would take it from there....

[LtLukas]

Breathe, Jessica. There was a voice in her head. It sounded very much like her own voice, but she could not quite tell who it belonged to. Her own voice was telling her to panic, to get out, to do whatever it took to get away from this woman for five seconds so she could pick up something big and heavy, and then she would be right back into this. All it would take was some breathing, some recovering, and she would be ready to do whatever it took to win this match. She heard the footfalls, but more importantly, she felt them with each bend of the map. She wondered if this was like when someone in some old war could feel the bombs falling miles and miles away. Her breaths became deeper, and she tried to do all of the recovering that she could in her last two seconds. Slowly, it looked like Jessica was making some moves to get up.

But it was too late. Perhaps it had always been too late. Lilliana had seized the straps of her leotard, and forced her to look eye to eye with her purple haired foe. A fist rose up, and it necessitated all of Jessica's attention. She looked at it, then back to the woman, trying to deal with her words. Jessica, ever the asshole, opened her mouth to shoot back. "Yeah, I---" The rest of what was sure to be a devastating insult was forever silenced when the loud crack informed the rest of the world what Jessica felt, which was a blow of tremendous force that nailed her right in the jaw. The punch turned her head, and the rest of her as well, and soon the Violent Violet went spinning down to the floor.

That slight progress that she had made mere moments ago had been ground to a halt. The ringing in her head seemed incessant and eternal, and all Jessica could do was blink as she dealt with the fact that Lilliana had knocked the spit out of her. The blow seemed to suffice to keep Jessica down, but if how the match had been going so far had been any indication, Jessica would not be that far amiss to guess that the pain would continue.

And sure enough, Jessica was right. What Jessica had not been counting on was the fact that a heaping dose of humiliation would come with the pain. Jessica was suspended upside down, held in place by the awesome power of Lilliana. Jessica could only afford to look for a second, as her body was strutted out for all four corners of the crowd. Every jostle caused her massive chest to shake, causing her face to flush even more red with shame. All the cameras saw it. All the fans saw it. Jessica was being degraded before the entire world, and there was nothing that she could do about it. She wanted this to end.

Of course, that was to say, until it ended. Jessica's head slammed into the ring at full force, and her body flopped down to the mat. She groaned, but her limbs did not move. The only indication that she was still conscious, the groan, ended after a few seconds as Jessica did what she could to cling to the waking world.

[winner3]

After thoroughly indulging in ragdolling the aspiring Iowan wrestlers over the course of the last few minutes, Lilliana looked down and smiled. She was still on her knees after hitting the Piledriver. She could hear those tantalizing groans escape the lips of Jessica. Antiqua wasn't often genuinely sadistic. She did carry herself with a distinguishable dignity at all times. But putting Jessica in her place - there was just something extremely satisfying about it for her.

"Still alive? Wonderful. We wouldn't want you to pass out here, lose, and miss the rest of this lesson now, would we?" She'd say as she began to push off the canvas and rise. The towering Amazon would place her bare foot on Jessica's breast. She crossed her arms and looked down upon the purple-haired middleweight, eager to continue her lecture.

"We could have made this easy. A quick pin like this and you'd be on your way, probably still conscious without a guaranteed trip to the infirmary in the back....but that wasn't good enough was it, Jessica. You wanted to prove yourself. Show you could knockout a heavy hitter in this new promotion and make your mark. Your optimism amuses me..." Lilliana would say, in a cocky fashion, easily spending enough to have earned a 5 count if the match stipulation would have allowed it. Fans in attendance even began to count after a second or two. The opportunity was there, after all. But alas, whether it was a count of 3 or 300, the match wouldn't end until the referee verified a KO. And the official would have to wait for Lilly to be done in order to get the chance.

"Up! On your feet, Wright!" The barefoot wrestler would demand as she shifted gears and bent down to collect Jess from the mats. She'd grab a fistful of her semi-conscious opponent's hair and forcefully yank her up to her feet. Had Jessica understandably remain susceptible, Lilliana would hold the middleweight up by her hair with one hand and sink her trained fist into Jessica's gut with the other! She'd get into two more blows before finishing up with a swift uppercut to the woman's jaw! With each blow, Lilliana would chastise her.

"I hope your family's relatives seek me out, too!" She exhaled sharply before throwing her punch.

"All houses!"

"Fall to the Antiqua name!"

If her combination went uncontested and laid Jessica out, the referee would move in with intention to check Jessica's arm for a limp test, to put an end to this contest by calling the KO. But with a quick glare, Lilliana would shoo the official away. Clearly, she had more plans for Wright. And those plans began with squatting down and grabbing hold of the straps of that leotard. But not to pluck Jessica from the ground once more. No, to drive home this humiliating defeat by unhooking those straps from Wright's shoulders to begin undressing her, entirely! Lilliana would begin working her way down Jessica's body. Everything from the leotard to those wrestling boots was fair game. Jessica's body would remember this match, sure. But her mind and heart would forever have this image ingrained within when she watched the replay and witnessed Lilliana leave her bare naked for all eyes in the arena and watching television to see!

Cheers would erupt and fans would practically beg for Lilliana to toss the articles of clothing to them in the stands. A request that the heel wrestler wouldnt' soon oblige...