Jessica Wright vs. Bowser

by LtLukas Fri Jul 17, 2020 11:42 pm

Jessica still firmly believed that this was a joke. She checked the text message that she had gotten from her manager again, as if clicking on it for the ten thousandth time would mean that it would finally change. It didn't. No, what was there was true. At the time, she had angrily texted him back, demanding why he was in such a jovial mood. The Violent Violet had lost the hardcore title. It was according to her plan, she thought. Giving up that title meant that Jessica was turning over a new leaf, so to speak, and she called River out with the intention that she was not going to talk out of that PPV with the title over her shoulder.

At least, that was what she thought at the time. Before the match, before the promo, she had some trepidation about whether or not she actually wanted to give up the belt. It wasn't the most prestigious belt they had at AFW, but still, it was a strap. For the entirety of Jessica's life, she had been looking to win a belt, whatever belt it was. Her family's mediocrity coupled in the worst sort of way with high expectations, and Jessica had something deep inside her that demanded that she win all the time. And that, in her mind, naturally led to cheating among a whole host of other nasty habits that had propelled her along in her journey.

And Jessica sincerely wanted to give that up. It wasn't good for her, mentally or physically. Every time she had finished a hardcore match, win or lose, she had to take some time off to recuperate. As much as she wanted to pretend that she was without feeling or remorse, she did actually not want to take anyone as a PoW, nor did she want to break anyone's bones. And now she was reckoning with her past, and doing what she could to plot out her future. It was something that she wanted to take very seriously.

She just wished everyone else would take it seriously, too. So when she arrived at the arena, she made sure to ask every event guy what was going on, if this was some big elaborate joke that was being played on her. No, they told her, this was real. The woman that she would be going up against tonight actually did go by the name Bowser. When she was doing her research, she found a match involving a wrestler who went by that name, but she didn't watch it. The website staff must have been in on the joke too. The world was conspiring to ensure that Jessica stayed the same way for ever and ever, always being the big bad heel, always being a bastard.

Jessica sighed as she walked out the door. She was wearing her black and gold attire, which had become a staple for her look. The way to the staging area was not long, but it was too distant for her tastes. Former champs got to use the fancy dressing rooms, which was a cool perk, but things could be better, Jessica thought. Things could always be better. Namely, she could not be wrestling a woman who named herself after a video game character. Everyone had a gimmick, she knew, but that particular gimmick seemed absurd to her.

The crowd hadn't seen her since her title loss. That was another thing that she was worried about. They would probably jeer at her. She breathed in.

The jangle of banjos blasted over the loudspeaker, punctuated by the powerful kicks of a bass drum. Jessica had a new intro song, one that the crowd didn't recognize. But when she appeared, she was met with her usual reaction. Some in the crowd were cheering, but for the most part she was met with a chorus of boos. Jessica didn't mind them so much. At least they weren't mocking her too badly.

Jessica slid under the bottom rope, and stood in the center of the ring. She raised her fist, to show that she was undaunted. Time to do my best Mario impression, she thought.

by **Yori** Sat Jul 18, 2020 2:57 am

Bowser hadn’t done much in her time with the federation, but it had been enough to make a huge splash. It helped that her debut match was her absolutely trouncing a little powder puff that went on to get championship gold. It gave her a level of credibility to those looking back to see where the young champ had come from only to see her getting mangled by the bruteish Bowser.

Tonight however was a different ball game, a bigger opponent with a record of bodies in her wake. A name she knew as well, Jessica Wright. The blond brute had followed some of her work in WAR, alongside her former companions. Now the ex-hardcore champ was looking at playing things straight… That had lost her the belt. While it was a stretch to say she was “going soft” after that barn burner of a match, it wasn’t hard to imagine Ms. Wright had surrendered some of her edge in the pursuit of the straight and narrow. It was time to do a bit of stress testing.

Entrance Theme:

The lights dimmed in the area as the haunting opening track began to play. Silence fell over the crowd who looked to see who would be coming next. The curtain to gorilla position parted, one by one women began to file out. Sleek black combat boots, black and gray camo pants with hard black shell shaped knee pads. Black tank tops tucked into their slightly baggy pants. They all wore sleeveless leather biker vests sporting a variety of patches and stamps, that seemed unique to all of them, same for one. "Sledge Sisters" printed across the back in bold font with an upside down sledge hammer forming both the "L" of "Sledge" and the "I" of "Sisters". They were faceless individuals all sporting reflective black biker helmets. True to their namesake, each woman held a sledgehammer in each hand, wielding them as if guards on patrol.

When the music finally swelled, kicking off to a thick, hard beat, Bowser came trudging out past the black veil with heavy steps, stopping before the top of the ramp. While there were boos to be had, to be sure, the reception had been noticeably kinder then that of Jessica’s. It was possible some in attendance enjoyed her trashing of her last opponent, or perhaps they just liked the odds of seeing Jessica turned into the next victim and it was exciting.

Bowser:

On full display, she looked out of place in the flowing skirts that billowed around her powerful form. Arms outstretched in a clear pose to be gawked at in her entirety. She leaned back slightly, head raised and spewed a blacklist mist into the air. With a single quick motion here arms came up, spiked rivets in her bracelets striking one another to spark the air into an impromptu ball of flame that lit up the stage with blinding light. Even the haters found themselves in murmured awe.

Bowser lowered her head, roughly wiping her lips clean of blackish residue as she stared down the ramp at her opponent in the ring. With a snap of her fingers, the Sledge Sisters gathered around her, moving down the ramp like a security detail for royalty. Stopping at the edge of the ring, the theatrics came off. The shell backpack, the weighty tail, and the sweeping skirts. Removed and set aside along the stairs leaving the powerful looking woman in a rather functional looking wrestling leotard. The only prop that seemed to stay with her was the crown affixed with a pink mushroom and the horns.

The juggernaut of a woman made her way up the steps and onto the apron. Kicking a long shapely leg over the top rope, she shoved the elastic cables down to step over it with the other, letting her lumbering weight rest inside the ring. A wide grin pulled at the corners of her lips as she sized Jessica up… not as big as she expected. Television had a weird way of making things seem more large apparently. Her nostrils flared briefly before she let out a heavy snort. “Not looking so hot these days huh? Something's missing.” The blond remarked in a low rumble, mockingly swept a gesture along her waist where a belt might be worn.

by LtLukas Thu Jul 23, 2020 12:09 am

Jessica was looking up the ramp. She had pulled out a lot of stops for Hell on Eath, but this was next level. Everything seemed so polished, so ornate. When the patrol first appeared, she thought that Bowser was hidden among them in some capacity, ready to pop out as the time was right. Her purple eyes narrowed, scrying to spy which helmet Bowser's pretty head was under. Then, a second later, Jessica felt foolish for even having considered such a thing. Her opponent appeared after a second, and she proved herself to be quite the showman. There was just so much going into it. The bracelets, the tail, the splayed arms demanding answer.

But Jessica was not moved. In just a few moments, none of that would matter. After Bowser shed some of the pomp and all of the circumstance, she was in the ring, just like Jessica. There it did not matter if one had an intro that would awe even the most fervent haters, because there was where mettle was truly tested. Jessica kept that in the back of her mind as she got her first real glimpse of her opponent. This woman was big. The Violent Violet had gotten accustomed to being bigger and stronger than most of the women that she had faced since she had been at AFW, but it now looked like that would be a very serious contest. That was, if Bowser didn't have the edge when it came to strength.

Her curiosity as to who was stronger turned into thoughts of rage when Bowser called attention to the fact that Jessica didn't have the hardcore belt any more. Sure, she had called out River with the intention of losing the belt, but she had bled for that like no one else. This wasn't going to be an affair of honor, which Jessica knew, but that felt like a low blow.

"Something's missing from you too," Jessica snarled, "a few black eyes and a broken nose. Want me to fix that?" Jessica brought her fists up to prove to her opponent that she was more than capable of making good on her threats. Before the bell even rang, she started advancing towards her opponent. Upon calling out River, she indicated to the world that she had turned a new leaf and had no intentions of sinking back into her dark ways.

But the closer she got to Bowser, the more she recognized that her intentions of going straight were going to be tested.

by **Yori** Sun Jul 26, 2020 12:24 pm

The blond bruiser wasn't exactly the brightest woman in the world, but she had gone into this early exchanged with the intentions of conducting science all the same. It hadn't taken much to light a fire under her backside, a simple fact that had the woman's snarl met with a low rumbling chuckle from the back of Bowser's throat. What a little firecracker this one, ready and raring to get her face stomped into the mat. The towering blond brought a closed fist into an open palm, casually cracking her knuckles seemingly without a care in the world Jessica, who seemed primed and ready, would actually strike her.

"Aw. Whats the matter... did I hit a sore spot? Gwahaha!" Her low chuckle became a booming guffaw, practically laughing directly down into the violet haired woman's face as she inched closer. As the two conversed, the referee had become too distracted to call for the bell. All around the ringside area the Sledge Sisters had gathered, weapons of choice in hand. As if this was some of ritualistic sacrifice they stood ready on the outside, a clear and present threat for if the match ended prematurely or perhaps even had an unfavorable outcome, there may be hell to pay. The official was at a loss of what to do with so many added variables to the mix. They weren't doing anything wrong... yet. Perhaps they hadn't gotten the memo that this wasn't a lumberjack match.

They worked with some level of autonomy as Bowser hadn't so much as acknowledged them since she stepped into the ring. She was comfortable here, believing the former champion had lost her edge the moment she couldn't stomach the heat that came with her position. It was clear there was no real respect here either as the hulking woman went about rolling her other fist into her hand to pop those knuckles as well. The difference in their height wasn't spectacularly large, but when Jessica was close, Bowser overshadowed her all the same. She was a well built woman, wide, stocky, but it was clear from her figure that size wasn't wasted. Even through her leotard the definition of her musculature was apparent.

The referee moved in beside the two women, checking in on them once more, letting them know the fight was about to begin. When the bell rang, Bowser took a lurching step, throwing her massive shoulder around to crash into Jessica, looking to try and blow the woman off her feet before she could even get a swing in or attempt to grapple. It wasn't about doing damage, it was about throwing her weight around, literally, and getting this former champion off her game. Thankfully it didn't take a mastermind to push someone like the violent violet's buttons. A bit of brute force would go a long way in doing the work for her.

by LtLukas Fri Jul 31, 2020 5:12 pm

Jessica glared up at Bowser. There were very few women in the federation who were larger than her, but the woman that she would be facing tonight was in their company. That was a problem, but not a huge one. Jessica was confident enough in her abilities that she believed that she could get through the evening okay, if for no other reason than to ensure that the loud annoying guffaw would be silenced forever. The Violent Violet knew that proposition would be made that much more difficult by all the cultists lurking outside the ring, but she would be damned if she didn't try her absolute hardest.

It would be different if Bowser were just taller than her. But her opponent for the evening looked like she was wide enough to darken half the horizon. Jessica had her own share of musculature, but she was clearly the smaller of the two tonight. Every second that passed between them was a second where Jessica was steeling herself, considering her strategy, thinking about ways to minimize Bowser's strengths and exploit her weaknesses. She didn't know what those weaknesses were yet, as the tight muscles under her leotard appeared to have been hewn from solid marble, but Jessica was going to pry and pry until she found them. And then she was going to do what she could to knock her opponent out. That would be a fitting end to all of the laughter that was ringing out around the arena.

"You sure do talk a lot. Not sure how much you're going to be talking when I break your fucking jaw." The acid in her words was as apparent as the strength in her body, as she flexed when she spoke. It was probably not a good idea to try and intimidate her opponent for a multitude of reason, but Jessica found some comfort in going back to her old ways. Some of them, at least. Her mind once again turned to the danger hovering outside the ring, and what those goons were capable of. She might need to take them all out. But she didn't want to be too brutal, to totally go back to her old ways. Doubt clouded her mind. She tried as hard as she could not to express that on her face, at least not while she was still so close to her enemy, but some of it seeped through her stony expression.

The greatest way to alleviate that tension was through violence. She heard the starting bell, and fully intended for that violence to be in her favor, but Bowser was quicker off the mark than she was. Bowser crashed into her shoulder, causing the Violent Violet to fly back. With a quick roll, she came to a halt. It wasn't good to take the first blow in the match, especially because that blow not only sent a jolt of pain through her back when she landed on the mat, but because she learned exactly how hefty Bowser was.

But Jessica had some skill and weight of her own. She pitched forward at full speed and flew into the air, going for a missile dropkick. If Bowser was going for broke, then so would she.

by **Yori** Tue Aug 11, 2020 9:00 am

“Looks like I won’t be shutting up any time soon, huh?” Another low rumble of a chuckle escaped her as she narrowed those crisp blue eyes into sinister slits. She was grinning still, in a perpetual state of amusement. While she tended to have a decent sense of humor, this was all about getting under Jessica’s skin. It seemed the fastest way was also the easiest. Being loud, obnoxious, and dismissive. The big blond wasn’t uninformed though, she knew full well what she was in for in battling the former hardcore champion.

“Feh, looks like you ARE a pushover.” Bowser barked as she threw her body forward, sending the violent violet tumbling. She thought she had more time to approach, opting to trudge towards the other woman only to be blindsided when they managed to recover into a crouch. Her eyes widened slightly as she stopped in place, just shy of reaching for her. She understood what was about to happen even before Jessica sprang back up at her.

Moving out of the way was never an option, both in the physical aspect of being fast and Bowser’s overall mentality. Instead, she braced herself and threw her chest forward to meet the dropkick full on. There was an initial cushion as the soles of Jessica’s boots collided with Bowser’s ample bosom. From there however, she felt like a solid wall of mass, practically a statue of solid marble when she tensed up and locked in. Her frame didn’t budge, but that didn’t mean she was unmoved. Her boots squealed as she slid backwards along the canvas, keeping her defensive chest puff but notably thrown a few feet back from Jessica’s force.

Her eye twitched, shaky lips parting to grin again as she let out a soft strained sound with a shaky exhale. She wasn’t showing it, but taking the blow head on had on and not letting physics take her down to the mat had almost certainly been a huge mistake. She could feel the tightness of sole muscle on her rips, making her breathing sting. Her grin warped into a snarl as she stood by, looking menacing while she took the time to recover while Jessica got back to her feet.

by LtLukas Tue Aug 11, 2020 8:38 pm

Jessica was coming forward with great intensity. Sure, she no longer had the belt, but she still carried the great expectations that she had of herself as if she still had the belt around her waist. Every footfall was a powerful one, and it seemed like Jessica was taking out her rage by stomping onto the mat with powerful strides. That was not the case, of course. The way that she was going to enact her anger was not in the footsteps but in what the footsteps led up to, which was a big bad blonde woman who was annoying the crap out of Jessica at the moment. Jessica ruminated on the word pushover as she took to the skies. The Violent Violet had long and strong legs, legs which had rendered more than a handful of people unconscious. The least it could do, she thought, was bowl her opponent over.

Instead, Bowser stuck her chest out. This vitiated some of the impact of the blow, as Jessica was not able to extend as much as she possibly could. Her purple eyes watched her opponent, as she desperately wanted to see the larger woman go flying like she was in some B-grade action flick. Bowser stood pat, and even seemed to come out of the exchange better off, as the menacing glance suggested. For all that effort, for all that risk, the only thing that Jessica had accomplished was pushing her opponent back a few feet and nothing else.

For a second, she was on the ground in front of her opponent. Jessica knew that was not a good position to be in front of any woman, let alone someone like the woman that she was facing now. Her momentum helped her bounce up quickly, and soon she was on her feet and crouched into her wrestling stance. Going for a balls to the wall approach straight out of the onset seemed like a good idea at the time, but now Jessica was feeling a bit more cautious.

Not that she would show that in what she was saying. "Once I kick your ass, I am going to take your little goon squad and make them my own. That's after I take your one piece as a trophy," she added. Jessica charged forward once again. This time, she opted not to leave her feet. In fact, they would stay perfectly flat on the ground as she needed her right foot to plant hard on the white expanse of canvas so that she could throw a fist forward, a straight right. This one was aimed at Bowser's jaw. She fully intended to break it, like she said she would, and shut her up for a while.

by **Yori** Wed Aug 19, 2020 12:05 am

No matter how Jessica Wrights outlooks on the industry may have changed, there was one thing Bowser's bravado had shown her which was the woman could still pack a punch. She hadn't shown it, especially not to the untrained eye, but taking that dropkick head on had been a massive mistake. As she stood by watching the Violent Violet rise, she felt every small fiber of her muscle aching in sore strain at the shift of her chest as she breathed. While it hadn't been a smart move, it had looked damn impressive on camera and had the fans talking. The twitch in her eye subsided as she regained her composure eyeing her opponent crouched before her.

Bowser flashed another grin, slowly stepping away from where she started, making a slow circle around Jessica. The giant of a woman rolled her shoulders, working at the strain in her chest. The other woman's words got one of her thick brows to raise before that wide grin broke into a laugh. This woman really just said anything, didn't she? Constantly barking threats despite them seemingly having no effect. It didn't bother her really... it was funny. Apparently Jessica's new path wasn't exactly as goodie-goodie as Bowser was left to believe. Taking over a biker gang? Stripping a beaten opponent naked?

"Here I thought you were going straight. Already giving up on that huh?" Bowser gave the woman a small up nod, blowing the woman a kiss. As far as she knew, this wasn't too strange for around these parts. AFW was known for their scandalous match types and competitors. Sex wrestling, or whatever the hell they called it around here, wasn't particularly interesting to her. She was here to look good, be a badass, and break bitches... at least in the ring which she was in character. Being paraded around naked wasn't in the cards for her anytime soon, if she had her say.

When Jessica moved forward, Bowser did much the same, trudging the distance between them like a monster out of a horror movie with power radiating from every stride. Her arms came up as she neared, charging straight for the other woman, intent on clamping down her meaty fingers on her shoulders to initiate a grapple. She was alone on this front, eyes widening as she saw a packed punch hurtling towards her face. While far to slow to avoid the blow to bring up her arms to absorb it after committing to a grapple, she was able to try to move her head. She caught the punch on her cheek, snapping her head to the side with enough force to rattle her brain and put a sudden stop to her charge. The juggernaut wavered, taking a half step back and to the side, blinking at the ringing in her ears.

The mighty blond slowly turned her head back towards Jessica, chewing at the air to make sure her jaw was still intact... which it was. Something was off though. A tinny taste in her mouth. Was it... she rolled her tongue over her teeth, feeling along around her mouth. Sure enough, she was bleeding. Must have cut the inner wall of her cheek with the blow against her teeth. She let out a soft thoughtful sound as she regarded Jessica. "Well that's not so..." before she finished her sentence, the lumbering oaf moved forward, kicking her leg up high, looking to rail Jessica in the face with a big boot to the head. "...bad!"

by LtLukas Mon Aug 24, 2020 12:58 am

Jessica's movements were that of a tiger. The Violent Violet was not a tiger stalking through the jungle in the hopes of turning some unwary bird into a meal but a tigress facing down another great cat as a means of determining whose territory it was. She was careful with her steps, making sure not to cross her feet, making sure that she could summon all the power that she had in her body before she launched the punch. Bowser did not appear to be thrown off by her threats, which seemed par for the course for a woman who was as boisterous and big as Bowser was. There was tension in the air, and she knew that everything was going to boil over soon. The only question was if the exchange would end up in her favor.

The initial one did. Jessica's planted feet provided a powerful foundation through which a simple punch was transformed into something far worse, far more potent. The blow snapped Bowser's head to the side. In her heart of hearts, she wanted to strike to down her large opponent and bring her to the floor, but she knew that such an indomitable woman would not go down that easily. As the fist flew backward to be rechambered and then sent forward again, as Jessica made motions to attack her opponent once more. The assault had staggered her opponent, but ultimately it had not dropped her. While there were perhaps more effective means of rendering her opponent to the canvas, Jessica felt that she had to prove a point to this large woman and drop her using nothing more than her brawling.

Bowser, as it turned out, sought to prove a very similar point to Jessica. The Violent Violet was processing that Bowser did not go down to the mat, but she should have realized that her opponent was not going to go down without a fight. Her fist was still back, ready to fly forwards again, completely out of position when Bowser's big boot shot up from the ground. For a second, the only reaction that she could produce was her purple eyes going wide with a mixture of fear and anticipation. She really wished that she had been able to throw something a little more solid together.

In large part because the boot hurt so much. Immediately, Jessica was sent flying backward before she went crashing down to the ground. Jessica's arms and legs hit the deck as the big boot rocked Jessica's world. She bounced once, twice, before coming to a halt. The match was still young, so Jessica was still able to get up. The pain that was coursing through her body made her ascent slow and painful. But the Violent Violet would be damned if she did not at least try. If nothing else, to shut Bowser up for talking. She was trying to go straight, she really was. But Bowser was making it so hard by being as annoying as she was.

by **Yori** Wed Sep 09, 2020 4:20 am

Bowser’s big boot might as well be a wrecking ball for just how devastating it came crashing through, bringing the Violent Violet to the mat with a resounding crash. The time for playing nice and slow was over, Jessica’s aggression had been cause enough to move the blond to capitalize and try to make sure she deprived the former hardcore champion any form of momentum. She had taken a few steps past her downed opponent, wheeling back around to find her already rising up.

“Don’t think so.” The juggernaut of a woman brought her boot up and slammed it down, just missing smashing Jessica’s face into dust… It looked like she missed at first, until the other woman would try to sit up to rise and find Bowser was standing on her long purple hair, keeping it pinned to the mat to stop her from being able to get up. Gone were the days of the Violent Violets underhanded ways in self imposed isolation from the tactics that had landed her notoriety. A shame not everyone else had vowed to do the same which put her at a distinct disadvantage when put up against someone with just as much muscle.

The large woman took a step to the side of Jessica, mindful to keep her boot down on top of the other woman’s hair. Without warning she dropped her weight down, trying to bring her knee and shin down across her opponent’s throat with a heavy crash, using her weight to try to choke the life out of her. It would give something pressing for the Violent Violet to deal with that required her immediate attention, so rather than simply milk the makeshift hold, the blond brought her arm up to slam it back down at Jessica’s abdomen, trying to repeatedly hammer her body while trying to choke her out in a brutal display of dominance.

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