Jessica Wright vs. Anesthesia - The Straight And Narrow

Anesthesia had expected Jessica to be all over her after a move like that, taking advantage of her tenuous position to score a winning move. To her great surprise, that never came to be - instead, she was allowed to rise unmolested, receiving nothing more than a chiding from the so-called ‘Violent Violet’.

She should’ve been happy for the reprieve, and she was...partly. But she was irritated by the lack of action, too, a clear sign that she was being taken less than seriously.

That would not do. No, that would not do at all.

”I’m a doctor, actually.” She straightened up and dusted herself off. ”As for my skills, perhaps I’ll give you a little demonstration after we’re done here. You might be needing it, after all.”

Eager to lock horns again, Anesthesia moved forward with her hands out, this time tempting Jessica for a classic Test of Strength. It was a contest she would be likely to lose...and Jessica had to know that, seeing her own power advantage. Would she take the bait?

Jessica scoffed. She had been around the block more than enough times to know what would happen in a match, but a woman just going out there and saying that she was a full on doctor seemed crazy to her. A doctor would have special knowledge of joints and tendons and all that good stuff that would make them pretty effective, but Jessica knew all that without any of the patience required to sit through any boring lectures. For a second, Jessica genuinely did not know if Anesthesia was being serious or if this was just some prelude to the threat that she launched. Her narrowed eyes showed her confusion.

But she had to get serious for a second. "You fucking got it." The challenge for a test of strength was not a verbal one, but Jessica felt the need to answer the call with her words anyways. Her hands extended up and out as she tried to latch onto her opponent and push her back with all her force. Perhaps the former Rumble Rose thought that she still had it in her. Jessica would be happy to disabuse her of that.

And sure enough, Jessica went for it. As if there were any doubts.

The woman came on hard and strong from the outset, and unlike their earlier clash, there was no question who was the stronger woman this time. Anesthesia could slow her march, yes, planting her feet and resisting with all the muscle she had to bear. She probably did better than most women in Friction could ever claim, but that counted for little at the moment. She was still forced back. She was still on the backfoot. She still found herself retreating across the ring, step after painful step, and there was no question where she would end up if things followed the current trend.

It was good, then that she had no intentions of following that trend. Before they could go too far, Anesthesia stopped pushing and started pulling, yanking Jessica towards her. At the same time, she jerked forward and threw her head out, slamming her forehead into the center of the Violent Violet’s face with a vicious headbutt.

Jessica knew, somewhere, deep down, that this was a bad idea. Anesthesia was a terribly crafty woman, and going for a contest of strength against one of the strongest women that AFW had to offer was a losing proposition for nearly every woman out there. And probably a good chunk of men too. And here she was, surging towards her opponent with all of the strength that she had in her body. Anesthesia was falling backward, slowly losing ground, and Jessica was relishing the moment. Sweat began to drip off her body as she used more and more of her energy to try and prove a point to her opponent.

Then came the headbutt. Jessica let go of her opponent and grabbed her head, reeling backwards. Her eyesight got blurry and her footfalls came quick as she tried to find a semblance of balance after the hard strike.

”Anesthesia!” The referee cried out as the crowd broke into a hissing fit. ”Watch the headbutts, or I’ll-”

Anesthesia would never hear the referee’s full thought, and it was just as well - she didn’t care. As Jessica reeled from the blow, she would duck low and dash towards her stunned opponent, reaching out as she came about behind her.

One hand slipped in under Jessica’s shoulder and clasped the back of her head. A standard half-nelson. Nothing too spectacular.

The other hand, however, took a much more interesting path. It reached around Jessica’s waist, but took a moment to slide between her legs, letting teasing fingers graze over her most intimate spot. From behind, Anesthesia pulled them together tight, once more enjoying the feel of her opponent’s body against her own.

”Hello again.”

This time, however, she wasn’t holding Jessica with a simple move. Instead, she jerked back, lifted her opponent and sent her flying overhead as she executed a half-nelson suplex, one that would have the Violent Violet coming down hard on her head and shoulders.

Jessica felt the flurry of feet on the canvas, and knew that something bad was about to happen. The first tangible effect of the coming doom was a half-nelson that constrained the Violent Violet's movement, meaning that she could not be free of her experienced opponent. Just as Jessica was starting to think clearly from the headbutt that had just been visited upon her, Anesthesia had limited her capacity to move.

But things would not stop there. She considered herself awake just a second ago when the ringing in her head stopped, but when Anesthesia's fingers brushed up against her more private parts, she jumped a big, to her embarrassment. This was not going to be that kind of match. That was something that Jessica had left behind in the past.

What she had not left behind was the willingness to throw her opponents as far as she could get them to. Unfortunately, Anesthesia was working on the same wavelength. Jessica cried out as she was launched into the air and yelled out once more when she hit the mat. Jessica knew that she was going to be thrown to the mat eventually, but she didn't want to say hello again to the canvas so soon.

The feel of Jessica’s body against her own was simply sublime. Anesthesia was not unused to wrestling with strong women - she had many clashes with Dixie Clemets, just to name a memorable favorite. But Jessica was another level beyond the cowgirl. Stronger, more solid, so firm. She could’ve felt this body for hours, and holding her made her crave this woman all the more. The line between want and need was growing hazy.

It was a shame she had to let go. But this would not be the last time she had the pleasure, she was certain.

She sat up immediately after the impact, knowing that she would have little time to capitalize on the opening she’d made - Jessica was too solid an opponent, she wouldn’t be down for long.

Anesthesia pushed to her feet and tried to chase after Jessica, hounding her, wanting to rise up first. She moved in, brought her foot up, and tried to drive her heel down hard into the bruiser of a woman’s knee.

Jessica was sent crashing down to the earth, head and shoulders first. As a wrestler, and a damned experienced one at that. As such, she preferred being thrown in certain ways. It was a somewhat perverse type of thing to prefer, but Jessica was a perverse type of person. She preferred when there was a clean separation between the two combatants, which allowed her to bounce. That allowed her to recover a bit, and gave her some space between Jessica and her opponent. But this particular suplex meant that she was stuck pretty well to Anesthesia, and lacked even the slightest reprieve from the action.

Jessica's eyes traced upwards as her opponent loomed over her. In a second, she brought her foot down onto Jessica's knee. The Violent Violet hollered in pain. She had been the hardcore champ, and one of the most brutal ones at that. She had become acclimated to such moves in the past, but those were in hardcore matches. Not here.

And that made Jessica seething mad. If Anesthesia was still in range, she would send her other leg lashing upwards for a brutal upkick. She was aiming for Anesthesia's own leg, which she thought was a bit of karmic justice.

And people wondered why Anesthesia wore high heels into matches. It was precisely for moments like this - drilling heel into her opponent’s most sensitive parts. Jessica should just be glad she wasn’t in other outfit, the one that came with stiletto heels.

Nonetheless, the effect was stark, getting an immediate reaction from the Violent Violet. A cry of anguish, wild and unbidden, from a woman who certainly didn’t want to let it out. Those were always the best kind. ”Oh, such a lovely scream.” Her word came through as a moaning mumble, full of lust. ”I do hope you’ll make that noise a few more times, dear, you have such a lovely-”

Jessica’s kick came out hard and fast, crashing into her thigh and knocking her legs out from under her. Anesthesia fell to the floor, grimacing beside Jessica, grimacing and making her own cry from the pain. She realized her position soon enough and tried to roll away to the corner hoping to get away before her bigger, stronger opponent could lock her down.

Jessica's kick backward was a wild probing thing, something that was more of a Hail Mary than it was a proper strike. The Violent Violet had thrown it wildly. Her prayers had been answered, and as Jessica felt her flesh collide with Anesthesia's leg, a wave of relief came over her. Had her attack not collided with Anesthesia's leg, Jessica realized that right now she would have been a sitting duck, with a dangerous opponent lurking over her.

But the blow not only shut Anesthesia up, but it sent her to the ground. Jessica felt it before she saw it, the canvas giving under the spread out weight of her opponent. Her purple eyes turned to face her opponent, looking over the grimace that made her beautiful countenance that little bit uglier.

Jessica was not going to wait this time. She had learned that lesson before. Jessica would have kicked herself if Anesthesia had not already kicked her before, but Jessica was a quick learner. She tore at her opponent, not letting the woman roll away for long. Her loping steps came one after the other as she strode toward her opponent. She latched onto her opponent, and tried to haul her up from the canvas before sending her across the ring in an Irish whip.