Collision at the Gym

Jessica fistpumped. There was no crowd to hype up, as if she gave a shit about that, and no cameras to flash their bulbs, memorializing Jessica for everyone. No, it was just Jessica and Alaina, that was all that mattered. Cheat to get ahead, is that it, huh? Jessica snickered at the remark. There were quite a few moves at her disposal, and Jessica intended to use every one. And besides, there weren't a whole lot of refs around or at least none that would dare step in the ring with them.

The Violent Violet advanced on her downed foe. It wasn't enough to pin her, no, Alaina did not deserve that dignity. The Amazon would be made to submit. Jessica had always considered that the worst and most humiliating way to lose a match. The admission of defeat was palpable, real. It wasn't like a pin where you could be knocked out- it was something a girl had to be awake for.

So Jessica went to work. She grabbed both of Alaina's legs and yanked her into a double leg Boston crab. It would have felt awful to submit to such a basic move. Maybe Alaina would start crying again...

Alaina felt the hold lock in. Jessica wanted her to tap. Alaina wasn't about to give her that sort of satisfaction.

She grunted as she crawled over to the ropes, reaching out. A bitch like Jessica wasn't likely to honor a rope break, but Aliana figured she would try. "I got to the ropes! Let go!"

As Alaina shouted to Jessica in the middle of screams of pain, she kept hold of the ropes. If she could continue to hold them she would resist the hold and try to muster any strength left in her legs to try to straighten them and flip Jessica to free herself from the hold. She only knew one thing that she was about to communicate....

"I'm not going to tap out to you... if you think otherwise go fuck yourself!" Alaina muttered as ber ack felt as if it wluld wrench apart.

Jessica looked back at Alaina as she had her in the hold. She wanted to see her tap, to beg for mercy. Instead Alaina made an attempt at the ropes. All Jessica could do was laugh. There weren't any fucking referees, there wasn't any crowd to boo her. This was just Jessica showing her dominance. And then Alaina had to give her last words of defiance, like this was some stupid action movie. The Amazon's words enraged Jessica, and she let go of the hold.

"Then I am going to have to put you to sleep." Jessica stood up and sent a kick in to Alaina's belly. That should keep her stationary for a bit, as Jessica made her way to Alaina's head. She drew her knee up into her, and Jessica's foot hovered above Alaina's head like a sword. It was going to come down with all of her fury, with all her strength. Jessica wanted to put this bitch down for good.

"Say good night, sweetie..."

Alaina crawled on her hands and knees trying to get some distance between herself and Jessica. "Oh fuck off you cheapshot artist. You cheat because you don't have the skill...." Alaina wanted to get up, she still had fight left in her, and already had Jessica at her mercy once. She could get her there again

Alaina turned her head, looking up just in time to see a large foot looming overhead....

Jessica brought her foot down. Once. And then again. And again. She was getting all of her rage out. At Alaina, at the world. At her own insecurities, at herself. Jessica's boot came down again and again and her stomps reached a fever pitch. The Violent Violet honestly hoped she broke Alaina's nose, even if she wasn't aiming for it.

The impromptu match had made her sweat but this was a whole new level of exertion. This was something unholy, something coming from a much deeper well than herself. This was all of Jessica and her stupid fucking family and her stupid fucking losses. She felt like the avatar of hatred and for a while, she was.

The Violent Violet stopped for a second, after many many stomps, to see what effect she had.

Alaina felt the first few stomps, but it wasn't long before she went limp, and blacked out. The shouts of pain turned to one last wimper, then silence. The four newcomers were also silent, horrified at the brutality they just witnessed.

Rage like that was something she wasn't prepared for, especially in a spar. Unfortunately for her, it was just a sign for things to come.

Jessica's fists were clenched and she was breathing hard. Alaina was unconscious. Or playing possum at least. Either way, Jessica was fine with that. She had just triumphed over Alaina but the Amazon's words still stung. The Violent Violet resorted to cheating to do it. Maybe she wasn't good enough to take on the girls in Taylor's stupid fucking dojo. Maybe she wasn't good enough to win a belt and bring fame to her name. Jessica sent one last tentative kick at Alaina and then made her way out of the ring.

The Violent Violet brushed the ringside girls aside as she made her way to the locker room. Part of her wanted to say "Welcome to AFW" but she held back. They would all wash out and end up as nothing. Like you. Her father's voice came to her and she punched the wall beside her. She was fully seething as she entered the locker room and collected her things. Jessica just wanted to go home. The Violent Violet had been practicing non-stop since her loss and now she wanted a break. Maybe she could fly back to Iowa....

No. She shook her head as she slung her bag over her shoulder. All that is behind me. Alaina is behind me now too. She knows that Jessica is the better wrestler. The Violent Violet emerged from the locker room and headed straight out the door. She almost went back to check on Alaina but decided against it.

I'm sure she'll be fine.