Jessica Wright vs Jem Holland

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Jessica seemed to have every intention of seeing through her bad intentions. And it began to take a turn that even Jem hadn't seem coming. After losing her outfit and having it tossed towards the ropes, the blonde looked up at the stadium lights and winced. She hadn't expected someone like the Violent Violet to be in the business of humiliating people. Not like this, at least. By the time her foe approached her to scoop her up from the mat, Jem hadn't even processed he fact that Jess tossed her white dress out of the ring.

"You perv! What are you...? Jem protested, but she could only flail feebly before her naked body was hoisted up onto Jessica's shoulders and put on display for all to see! Jessica showed off her signature Cyclone Rider. Indeed it would likely be the first of many times that fans would see her use the move in a LAW ring. It came at the expense of Holland, who let out cries of pain as practically tried to bend her in half. While being overwhelmed by the discomfort of having her back bent across Wright's broad, strong shoulders, humiliation was the last thing on Jem's minds. If only the same could be said from some of the more perverse audience members. Whistles and jeers would fill the stadium as Jess continued putting Jem on display.

A few moments would pass before a pained, worn down Jem would be approached by the referee while atop Jessica's shoulders. Upon being asked if she wanted to throw in the towel, Jem would wince and reply in a pained voice: "N-n...No! Not to this scrub!"

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Jessica felt the woman. She was thin. Thinner than one might expect from a wrestler, but they were not exactly in the heavyweight division. It wasn't like she needed to be. At her weight, Jessica had all of the strength that she needed to tear apart smaller women like Jem, and that was precisely what she intended to do, for as long as she possibly could.

So Jessica was not shy about her efforts to bend Jem in two. She pulled down, trying to exert the maximum pressure that she possibly could onto her opponent. Jessica strode around the ring, to show off what she could do, not only to Jem, but to everyone watching at home. The Violent Violet felt like a hunter who had claimed a lion and was now walking back to the cave with her prize. It was a good feeling, and Jessica wanted it to go on for as long as humanly possible.

Jessica bounced. She did not really care that her own large breasts were jiggling as she did so. There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that all of the attention would be focused on the woman on her back, and not her. Even if they weren't, that was fine. The bounce was going to hurt a lot, and that was all that she was worried.

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Jessica continued working the hold, bending and stretching Jem across her shoulders with ease and effort. The blonde streamer howled out in pain. Her naked body was put on display in front of the audience, not that she minded that much. While looking over replays and highlights of this match later on, Jem would indeed notice Jessica's sizable rack bouncing as she was subjected to the pain of the 'Cyclone Rider'.

Jem's back ached with each bounce. She occasionally stretched her arm out towards the ropes, hoping that Jessica might misstep and take her close enough towards them to earn a break. With clenched teeth and a strained spine, Jem suffered the hold. She had already declined submitting once, but she knew she was approaching her limit. As the boos continued raining down from the audience, all directed at Jessica, Jem was still occasionally tried to flail and resist. Losing to someone like Jessica was unthinkable, but it certainly could have become a reality if she didn't find a means of escape soon!

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The boos came rolling now. Before, it was a mere trickle, but the momentum behind that brook had turned the stream into a mighty flood, all flowing directly at her. Her purple eyes looked up at them. There were a lot of them. Thousands. Tens of thousands. Yet they were all impotent, compared to the malevolent, wild, and powerful Jessica Wright. She absorbed their scorn, sucking it in as if it were the purest water that could ever nourish anyone's body. It was good. Jessica bounced one more time, buoyed by the strength that the crowd had lent her.

"Fucking get used to it! I am gonna be the champ, and I am going to do this to every single one of these stupid bitches til y'all put a belt around my waist!" They cry came out. It was not bowdlerized by any sense of shame or any moral sentiment. When the harsh words rang through the arena, there was no doubt in her voice. The volume of her voice was not hemmed in by East Coast manners or a sense of refinement. No, this loud Midwestern girl had something to say, so she was going to say it. Her message pierced even the din of the boos.

To punctuate her threat, Jessica fell backwards, onto the mat. Jessica jumped one last time, not to make the Cyclone Rider hurt even more, although that would have been fun. Rather, she was trying to slam Jem down into the mat. Jessica wanted people to know that she was serious with her threat. Deadly serious.

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The pain of having her spine stretched bent was gonna last for a while, but it was nothing compared to the pain of being strung up on Jessica's shoulder and paraded around the ring throughout this speech. Maybe Jessica was right. Maybe at LAW, she'd be going places if no one stood in her way - if no one could put a stop to her; if tonight would have any takeaways for the part-time wrestler/full-time streamer, it'd be that someone should. But after that display, after falling down to her side and taking a second to process the aches and echoing through her naked body, it was clear to Holland that that 'someone' wasn't gonna be her, not tonight at least.

Jem laid there on her back, barely moving. The stadium lights reflected off the beads of sweat that dripped down her face and chest. That same sizable chest rose and fall as she took heavy breaths and winced, cursing under her breath as Jessica continued dominating. Jem was a hare's breadth away from being done for. Heck, she looked done already.

All she could think to say in this situation was "You'll..never...be champion..."

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A loud bang rattled through the arena. It was the sound of Jessica slamming Jem to the mat, after a long and torturous hold. The exclamation point to both her declaration and her move came with all of the subtlety of cannonfire at dawn, and all of the pain. Jessica sprang right back up, invigorated by the force of the blow and her desire to crush even more. She extended her arms wide, as if she were a famous acrobat having just completed her signature routine, and was met with a hail of boos. Jessica was doing it on purpose. She knew that this showboating after such a heinous act was not going to win her any love. But it would earn her scorn. Before, they did not know her, and now they did. Jessica knew that the world's hatred was far better than the world's indifference.

But there was still the matter of Jem. She was still defiant, even now. One some level, she must have realized that the night was over for her. That she could make it easier on herself if she just lay the fuck down and shut the fuck up. But she would not. Maybe it was could not. Perhaps this woman, who lived and died in the limelight, could not resist one more attempt to have a good light on her.

No, Jessica was going to take that thought, and shove it right down Jem's throat. "I am going to be champ, and you are going to fucking kiss my belt when I reach the mountaintop." She hissed. Jessica rolled Jem over, and chickenwinged her arms behind her back. The Violent Violet then lifted Jem straight up, exposing her naked body to the world as Jessica held her aloft.

Those who knew her recognized her Dead Reckoning. Those who did not were about to become really closely acquainted with it. Jessica brought the woman straight down to the mat in a powerful glam slam, holding nothing back as she slammed Jem straight down into the mat.

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Jessica was having her way tonight. With Jem, with the audience, all at their expense - all to help put her name out there and attempt to put the other LAW women on notice. Everyone in the stadium, everyone at the league with any semblance of moral fiber found it repulsive when they learned about tonight's match. After being slammed down the the mat and mustering the few words she could, Jessica got around to dignifying Jem with a response, right after showboating like she had just won a nobel peace prize for her performance in a match that wasn't even over yet.

Well, it technically wasn't over yet. If Jessica's previous signature move wasn't an indicator, her next one sure was. The Violent Violet rolled Jem over effortlessly before applying a Double Chickenwing and using her strength to haul Jem up off the ground. Jem's back would be bent as she was set up for the move. The blonde would howl out in pain as her bare chest stuck out. She'd again be strung up naked for the whole world to see. Perhaps if it had been anyone but Jem, they'd be in worse shape - red in the face, and in tears of humiliation. Though it wasn't quite that dire, it wasn't like Jem was looking like she was in any shape to turn things around. Within seconds, Jessica slammed her down to the ground, belly first onto the canvas. The thud echoed through the arena. Jessica called it Dead Reckoning. It was a Double Chickenwing Facebuster if one wanted to get technical. But whatever people called it, it left Jem a wheezing heap on the mat.

Holland would lay there prone....limp...sad...people in the arena began to wonder, exactly when would it be enough to Wright? Exactly when does does she stop being a Violent Violet and start being plain overkill?

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Jessica was sitting now, looking at her opponent. There she was, naked, face down to the ground. She wondered what was on her face. Was it fear? Was it shame? Was it pain? Jessica pushed herself up using Jem's leg. At the end of the day, it probably did not matter so much what was on Jem's face. What would actually matter was the look on Jessica's face, provided it was the condescending smirk of victory. As Jessica brought herself all the way up, she sneered down at her opponent. Pain, most likely. That was probably what was on this ridiculous woman's face.

And that is what would be there for the next little bit as well. Jessica slowly walked over to Jem's head, and grabbed that pretty hair of hers. Well, it wasn't so pretty any more. Sweat and effort had matted it, and Jessica defiled it further as she brusquely pulled Jem up from the mat. Quickly, she tucked Jem's head between those large thighs of hers, and folded Jem's hands underneath the streamer's body. There was going to be no escape from this one. Jessica took a moment to breathe in. The sight of it was something to behold, and Jessica always wanted to remember this, her first match at LAW.

And then she went for it. The Queenmaker. Her finisher. The Violent Violet moved to get them up, and then straight down, in a slam that was brutal and efficient. There was no applause as she set the move up. She sincerely doubted that there was going to be that much fanfare afterwards, either.

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The gamer girl did what she could, which at this point, was flat nothing. If only Jessica wasn't a new face at LAW. If only she had known the levels of malice and disregard Jess had for fellow wrestler and fan alike. If only she had been prepared. Jessica grabbed the poor blonde by the hair and pulled her up off the mat. After that Glam Slam, all other moves were a formality. Wright could have picked up the 3 count right here and gone home. No one wanted to see Jessica maul a helpless woman. But the Violent Violet saw it fit to live up to her moniker. She tucked Jem's head between her legs and set her up for the Double Underhook Reverse Facebuster. A move that Jessica deemed the Queenbuster. A move that the red clad Iowan had every intention of showing LAW folk whenever it is she had the intention of putting a foe away.

Jem would be driven into the canvas headfirst. She'd fall to the mat as lifeless as she was when Jessica had picked her up just a moment ago. There was a silent air of concern throughout the arena as Jessica hit the move. It was plain to see that Wright had the streamer's number, tonight. There wasn't much more left to this contest. It had officially transformed from a wrestling match to a slaughter. The entire populous of people enjoying what was going on right now consistent of the few deviants that happened to be watching and Jessica Wright, herself...

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Jessica was kneeling now. Jem did not move an inch. Her naked body was between Jessica's strong legs, as if Jessica presided over her. Given the course of the evening, that was not far from the truth. She was breathing hard now. Jessica could not quite put a finger on why though. The Violent Violet had exerted herself quite a bit, but it was not that she was truly fatigued from all of the effort that she had put into this match. No, on second thought, it was the excitement of the thing. This was her first match ever at LAW, and she had just put it away in a very convincing fashion. A wicked grin began spreading across her face.

Jessica got up, and rolled her opponent over. For a second, she marveled at her opponent's body. It was a good body, a tight body, one that would garner attention in every single corner of the world. And it was the body of the woman who Jessica had all but defeated. Taking her time, Jessica positioned herself on top of Jem. A cross body would have been too dignified. A boot on Jem's expose chest would be good, but that would not convey what Jessica wanted to convey.

No, Jessica was on top of Jem with her boobs right in Jem's face. The humiliating move was a calculated one. She knew that the smaller woman was in no position to fight back.

ONE!!

The ref counted. She knew that the ref didn't like the pin. She knew that half the crowd did not like the pin. But there was nothing that they, or anyone else, could do about it.