When Bombshells Brawl! Jess vs Astrid!

[SubtleRoar]

"Heh, that little runt wanted a piece'ah me?" *The scarlet slammer mumbled behind the silhouetted curtain, as countless fans in the stadium were anxiously awaiting tonights match- It would be quite the bout, featuring the crimson hellraiser herself against someone she hadn't yet had the pleasure of pulverizing, a young up and comer by the name of Astrid. Jess quietly pondered to herself about the imminent scuffle while fastening her entrance gear, being doubly sure that she wasn't about to look like some inexperienced rookie while making her grand entrance.* Well, I certainly hope she's got some premium life insurance, cuz I'm gonna teach her the definition of pain tonight!" *Jess subsequently cracked her knuckles, causing them to make an audible "POP!" *To emphasize the sincerity of her statement and, even without having to glance in her general direction, it was abundantly obvious that underneath her cowskull mask, she was beaming an insidiously sadistic grin from the thought of inflicting damage on her opponent tonight.*

*Just as she was drifting off into a lucid, bedlam-induced thought however, her theme began to play. Almost immediately, she was treated to an inexorable wave of jeers and hisses as she casually ambled through the dark curtain. While before, she would have been wolf whistled and cat called out by almost any and every male in the audience, her recent actions have garnered her much less favorable responses from the devoted fans of LAW.* "Oh yeah?" *Jess tilted her head sideways, spotting on male who sat just a little too close to the barricade, and approached him face to face. Her hazel eyes staring daggers at the previously macho patron, as he began to slowly regret what he had done.* "You gotta problem with me, boy?" *He slowly shook his head, and even though her music was still blasting from the speakers, anyone within his general proximity could hear the urine trickling down his acid-washed jeans.*

*Finally making her way to the vacant arena, Jess stomped up the steel steps and overtop the highest rope, proceeding to disrobe her superfluous armor and setting in outside of the ring. Jess nonchalantly lounged against her designated corner, steadily rocking her supple body back and forth as she awaited her adversaries' appearance.*

[CaptainL]

As Astrid was preparing herself in the locker room, she could hear the boos and jeers coming from the stage, and she couldn't help but pause a little. Whoever her opponent set for the night was, she certainly didn't seem to be anyone the fans took kindly to. Normally, Astrid liked to keep her dealings with others friendly - after all, they were both giving their fullest effort, and they both warranted the respect an athlete of their caliber deserved if they were performing at a place like this. But this...was different. Before she even caught sight of her foe, Astrid already knew the sort of woman she was up against. Someone brutal and underhanded, without the honor of a true competitor, someone who could have no pride in her victories. Her brow narrowed at the thought of it. Astrid had little patience for cheaters, and she could only hope that her would-be adversary wouldn't try anything funny with her. If she did...Astrid would have to knock her down a peg or two.

Appearance

When her music kicked in and the Norwegian stepped out onto the entrance ramp, the crowd's disposition changed in a flash. Whereas they were quick to disparage the last woman to make her entrance (those who weren't too intimidated, at least), the arrival of Astrid came as a relief. Those who had come to admire Astrid for her performance in her previous matches, displaying her full strength and her refusal to bend to anyone, were thrilled to see her make another appearance. And those who hated Jess were just happy she had someone to beat her. Astrid was quick to pick up on this, and she played to the crowd, a big grin on her face as she strode down the aisle and held out her palm for the fans sitting close to slap. Finally, coming to the ring, the Norwegian planted her foot defiantly on the ring apron before lifting herself up and climbing over the ropes to step closer to Jess, locking eyes with her as she placed her balled fists on her hips.

"You must truly be unworthy of praise, if they won't give you any, no?" Astrid boasted to the red-haired woman, standing tall with her muscles tensed and ready, her stance never flinching. She was going to stand up to Jess, no matter what. "It's a good thing you draw such crowds, anyway, because there'll be plenty of people looking forward to seeing you go down! I just hope you can put up a good fight." To punctuate her words, Astrid lifted an arm and flexed her bicep, showing off to the crowd in anticipation of the coming bout.

[SubtleRoar]

*Genuinely frustrated at the amount of positive attention her upcoming opponent received, Jess scoffed under her breath- She was the apple of everyone's eye at one point, and witnessing how fickle her devoted fans were made the rowdy ranch hand sick to her stomach. Folding her arms overtop of one another, Jess silently shook her head while dismissing the busty blonde by turning her head sideways.* "Just anotha try hard. Such a shame; they always get wrangled intah the hype." *She chirped out, but as her officiously interactive entrance came to its inevitable terminus, it seemed as though the rambunctious blonde had more moxie than Jess gave her credit for.*

"Erm...can I help ya'll?" *Disregarding the initial comment, Jess's curiosity was soon peaked by Astrid's following remark.* "O'yeah? Yer gonna beat me?" *Her amber eyes narrowed from such an audacious statement, and suddenly, it seemed as though the buxom woman had captured the crimson cowgirl's attention.* "Listen, it's adorable that ya'll thank yer hot shit, but I'm gonna give yah a little life lesson here." *Her casual demeanor now gone, Jess stood to all of her towering height, allowing Astrid to realize that Jess was indeed the taller of the two, before knuckling her hands and continuing.* "Them? All of them?" *She gestured towards the overzealous crowd with the side of her head* "They don't care about you, or me, or anythang; all they want is fer us tah get naked. Our talent? Those years of trainin we have? That ain't shit tah them."

*Deciding that enough time had passed since Astrid's arrival, Jess gave the bantering woman a solid shove backwards with the edges of her right, balled fist to create a significant distance between them.* "But, since yer high on yer own fumes, I guess I gotta knock the wind outta yah fer you to understand that." *Jess shot her a baleful glare, raising her fists up in a pugilistic stance to signal the start of the bout.*

[CaptainL]

At first, it seemed that Jess wasn't paying Astrid's words any heed, and she frowned at that. Having been riding on the momentum up to this point, having Jess just ignore her defeated her entire point. What good was proving herself against the redhead if she wouldn't even listen? Nevertheless, she kept going, and soon enough her remarks seemed to strike a chord with Jess, who turned her attentions to the Scandinavian beauty.

From her demeanor alone, it was clear that Jess meant business. The tone in her voice, the way she carried herself, it was all serious. Astrid might have been playing around up to this point, getting the energy of the crowd behind her, but Jess certainly wasn't. As Jess stretched herself to her full height, Astrid couldn't help but start to back away from her intimidating presence, putting one foot behind her out of instinct. Nevertheless, she wasn't going to let Jess scare her, and she put up her fists, taking on a stance and readying herself as the cowgirl looked out to the crowd.

When Astrid heard Jess disparage the crowd, she almost lost her cool then and there, and a gasp left her lips - though it was quickly replaced, as Astrid narrowed her eyes and grit her teeth. She couldn't believe Jess could dare to say it - after all her time in LAW, making a name for herself, Jess dared to say that nobody cared about how seriously she took her sport? Astrid made a vow, there - she was going to prove her wrong, one way or another.

"You're wrong!" she shouted back. "My father wrestled because it was his calling, and he won everyone's respect! I'm here to follow in his footsteps - and even in the short time I've been here, I've been shown just as much support! They're all here to see me, and they're here to see me win, too!" Astrid huffed, turning back to view the crowds. "Besides...if you're really so sure they don't care about your talent, why stay? You don't see them taking you seriously because you've stopped caring!"

A few voices in the crowd had begun to chant Astrid's name, but that all stopped as Jess pushed her back, and a silence fell in the arena. Everyone was watching the ring with rapt attention. Everyone knew that something was going to go down.

DING DING DING

And with the bell sounding, the match was on. Astrid, seeing Jess raise her fists, was quick to do the same, and she began to circle her, never letting her eyes leave the redhead. This was her chance to prove herself, and Astrid wasn't about to back down. Just to prove that she could stand up to Jess, she would be the first to let loose a blow as she threw a jab straight for her opponent.

[SubtleRoar]

"Aww, ain't that so sweet." *Jess shrugged at such pathetic drivel, giving the intrepid blonde a viciously nasty visage that included a stink eye with her tongue dangling out in sheer mockery.* "Yer not just delusional, yer pops was too! I guess it's true what they say- You can be born stupid, raised stupid, and even believe stupid, too!" *Having deftly spat on everything Astrid was brought up to believe, Jess took an immense amount of delight in riling up anyone she fought against, but this fresh morsel before her was something a little more personal- This time around, she wanted to make a lasting impact on the myopic woman, hammering home once and for all that placating to the fans was only going to set you up for disappointment in this business.*

*However, just as she was about to tear into Astrid with yet another tirade about how earning the confidence of spectators was a fruitless art, she was silenced with a firm fist to her maw.* "Grrrhh! Yah little twit!" *Jess wasn't easily stunned, but the force the punch brought with it was enough to make her roll the edges of her mandible a bit before retaliating with a blisteringly fast, right cross that was destined to introduce itself to her stomach.* "Ya'll got some guts to try that; let's see how long they hold up fer, shall we?"

*The tangible scorn the women held towards one another fueled their attacks, as Jess was determined to shake the confidence of this irritatingly spunky girl- She could see a glimmer of her past self that dwelled within her spirit, which just made Jess all the more belligerent with each, passing second. It wouldn't be long before Jess would start to really lay into Astrid, but as for now, she was curious to test the waters of what she was capable of.*

[CaptainL]

The more Jess ran her mouth, the angrier Astrid got, gritting her teeth in rage as she balled and unballed a fist that was aching to hit its mark. Insulting her was one thing, but mocking her father and his legacy? That struck a personal chord for Astrid, and she wasn't going to let Jess get away with it.

But her fist rang out, and it hit right where Astrid wanted it to, sending her red-haired opponent staggering back. She smiled a little at the thought; just that she had managed to get a hit in was enough for her to consider some success was made, making up for her prior humiliation at Jess's hands. But Jess was quick to return the favor, and while Astrid was basking in self-confidence, her opponent slammed her fist into her stomach so quickly the blonde didn't even see it coming. She would remain on her feet, but took a step back. Jess packed a punch, that was for sure. The Norwegian woman held back, however, adopting a defensive stance and waiting to see what the next move Jess would make was. If she got in closer, Astrid had plans in store for her.

[SubtleRoar]

*The moment began to set in, and the women within the ropes shared the same mentality- Inflicting damage, copious amounts of damage, upon each other, and Jess was was more than elated to indulge in such a sadistic exchange. She continued to press her offensive advantage, the prior shot to her face continuing to sting from the impact, by torquing her right shoulder sideways before unleashing a massive, overhead right in an effort to forcefully overpower the blonde. Jess was, by nature, a dominant individual- Both in the ring and on the farm, having tackled her fair share of cattle head on to establish dominance, and in her eyes, Astrid was nothing more than a piece of beef that needed some firm tenderizing.*

"Yeah, that's what I thought." *Jess continued to hammer the nail of her discontent into Astrid's head, an unrelenting message continually being sent by her acidic words.* "Ya'll ain't ready for someone like me!" *Her arm whipping forward, Jess made it abundantly clear that she was going to pummel the boxing blonde, and nothing was going to impede her from doing so. If Astrid somehow managed to stave off her onslaught, Jess was going to painfully remind her that this wasn't strictly a boxing match, courtesy of a takedown.*

[CaptainL]

While she was waiting, Astrid moved to brush some sweat off of her brow - which proved to be a mistake, as her opponent used that window of time to fire off a powerful punch that clipped her in the side of the head. Astrid started to stumble back, falling to one knee against the ropes as Jess closed in on her to deliver still more punishment, blow after blow. Each punch made Astrid dizzier, and soon it felt as though the arena was spinning around her. But she had to hold on, she thought to herself. She had to fight back - that was what her brain was telling her, even if her body was telling her she was screaming out in pain.

"I'll prove you wrong!" came Astrid's voice then, suddenly finding the strength to form words. As Jess's arm came down on her another time, Astrid ignored the ringing in her temples to reach up and grab her opponent by the wrist, holding off the next blow. But she knew that sparing even a second could cost her, and Astrid didn't pause for anything before she began pushing back on Jess's arm, bending her wrist back as far as her grip could manage as she started to get to her feet. She could turn this around, she thought - she'd turn this into a joint lock, and then she could deliver some punishment.

It seemed Jess was prepared for that, though, as she would soon cut Astrid's attempts off by throwing her straight downward, into the mat. The Norwegian went sprawling out on her stomach, coughing as she wound up with her face colliding with the canvas.

[SubtleRoar]

*Fortuitously enough, Jess wouldn't fall victim to whatever it was Astrid was conjuring up in regards to her joint manipulation- The instant she felt a slight, tingling sensation rip through her vulnerable ligament, she immediately shot herself forward and wound up breaking free from Astrid's grasp. The subsequent slam sent a light shockwave through the ring, the crowd was whipped into a frenzy of furious shouts, ranging from "Get up, Astrid!" to "Beat her cowgirl ass!" and everything in between. As one might suspect, Jess didn't take too kindly too what she interpreted as harassment, so she did what any sensible woman would do in her position- She turned her attention from her freshly downed opponent to the audience.*

"What?! Ya'll really thank this lil shit is gonna take me down?!" *Her fury abundantly brazen from her pugnacious screaming, Jess had her backside clearly exposed to her incapacitated prey, narrowing her eyes while continuing to verbally berate the hostile audience.* "this is MY ring, and ya'll are just gonna hafta DEAL with it!" *She stomped her boots, making a light "kachink!" sound as they slammed into the ring, mimicking the noise of an enraged bull. She wasn't getting anywhere with them however, as this only sparked a much more aggressive series of scoldings and boos, with some onlookers even going so far as to chuck empty cans of alcohol in her general direction.*

"None of ya'll know what hard work really means! Nobody in this god forsaken ring has evah spent a day in my size ten boots!" *Her incessant ramblings only served to irritate the crowd even further, all the while continuing to keep her undivided attention off of what actually mattered- The blonde amazon right behind her, who seemingly had all the time in the world to recuperate from her injuries.*

[CaptainL]

Astrid might have thought that once she had Jess in her clutches she could get her to back down, or at least weaken her up for later, by working her wrist, but the redhead proved better than that, jerking her hand away at the last moment before she threw Astrid down.

However, Astrid didn't feel the next blow she was anticipating - rather, she turned back around to see that Jess was preoccupied with chewing out the crowd for offering their encouragement to Astrid. While the blonde was pleased enough to see that she had their support, it was even better that Jess was now distracted. She started to climb up to her feet while Jess had her back turned, looking back behind her at the crowd with her finger raised to her lips so as to tell her fans not to give her actions away with their cheers. Then, she spun back around and went to ensnare her opponent in a Nelson hold.

"Funny for you to be talking so big when you can't even keep your eyes where they should be, yeah?" Astrid said into Jess's ear as she yanked back on the redhead's arms.