No Happily Ever After

Jessica had her reprieve. She chose not to pursue it, however. The Violent Violet rolled away and stood up. She was breathing hard, her muscles tired from the match and from the post-match fight. Jessica crossed her arms below her hefty chest, and tilted her head. She did her best to pretend that the torrent of punches she had just received did not affect her.

"Listen, whatever you are trying to prove, whatever. You stop right now, you leave this arena under your own power. You try more shit, you leave on a stretcher. Your call."

Aisha was a wreck of her former self, trying to continue on after the beating Jessica had dealt her, her sizable chest heaving up and down as she struggled to move at the violent violet. However she couldn't do anything, hands shaky and barely moving more than an inch or to before her. She wasn't a quitter.

Aisha chose poorly. She came at her like a zombie, shambling towards her with little coordination. If she wanted to leave the building on a stretcher, Jessica was happy to oblige. Jessica had very little left in the tank, but she was determined not to show it. The wounds and the damage were beginning to cumulate into something more.

She knew that she had to get her licks in fast. The Violent Violet advanced, sending a rocket of a punch at Aisha, trying to bring her down with one mighty blow.

Arms finally giving out she fell to the ground, breathe coming out in gasps as she still looked up towards Jessica. She was a shattered wreck now, outfit in tatters and bruises all over. She was done now, body giving out before her will as she was face first down onto the floor, staff too scared to help for fear what would happen. Aisha was at the violent woman's mercy.

Jessica got down on the ground immediately after Aisha. She was on the hunt now. Aisha had more than pissed her off. Jessica had given her a way out, one that she would not have given to many other woman who had tried her. For that, she would be punished. The Violent Violet had an odd sense of justice. Anything that she did was ok. Anything that was done to her was unacceptable.

She quickly laced her arm around Aisha's neck, and yanked as hard as she possibly could. It was a choke, straight from the depths of hell. When Jessica suggested that Aisha would not be leaving this arena on her feet, she meant it.

Face began to turn blue, grasping her throat as she struggled to escape from the dastardly choke hold, not able to breath, "Grrraaakkkggg.... ggggaaaahhh!" she let out as bit by bit she couldn't breathe. Any longer and she wouldn't even be conscious anymore, the hold sapping the life out of her.

Jessica held on. Say what you will of Jessica Wright, but the woman was nothing if not persistant. The hold was nice and tight, and Jessica was not letting go until Aisha was limp. The woman made a mistake talking so much crap. Jessica had given her a way out. But still, she had come at her.

And Jessica was going to finish this fight. She pulled harder still, letting Aisha feel all of her muscled and tight body.

Aisha would let out one silent breath of protest before she inevitably faded to black, knocked out by Jessica's strong hold. She just couldn't push through any longer. Security was rushing in, trying to get the purple haired woman off of Aisha, whom was not responding to anything.

There was a stampede of elephants at the door. Or at the very least, it sounded like a stampede of elephants. Soon, around a dozen or so security guards burst through the door to try and stop Jessica, but she had already let go. The Violent Violet had said and done everything that she had wanted to. Her point had more than been proven.

But she was not going to go easy, just based on sheer principle. She immediately stood up and leveled a punch at the closest security guard, only to be grabbed by a host of the others. In her mad dash to get away from them, she bent over and grabbed, only seizing Aisha's shoe. She was dragged away, but managed to pluck Aisha's shoe from her foot as she did so...