A Violets Retribution! Ven Vs Jessica Wright!

Almost within an instant that previously small seed of doubt had grown into a horrific tree. Was it because of the sudden giant change in momentum? Could it be due to the terribly embarrassing position Ven was in at the moment? Or maybe it was down to the pain which was still plaguing Ven's injured face? Whatever it was it was going to effect Ven's wrestling ability dramatically if she didn't find a way to cope with it, and fast.

"I'm not going to beg!! And you're not going to collar me!!" Ven yelled out defiantly in response to Jessica's taunting words, sounding far more flustered than before. Her words completely devoid of any pride or calm as she continued to powerfully thrash against the submission hold, her facial expression becoming more upset and bright red as the seconds in the squared circle quite quickly ticked by.

"I-I.. I-I.." Ven stuttered out in an upset manner, turning into a shadow of her former self all for an unknown reason, the mystery of said reason which is what was causing such a failure in capability in the first place. From here Ven's struggles would turn to mere squirming, lacking any of the power which she previously had, meaning that she was stuck here until Jessica decided to let her go, and even then her ability to fight back would be severely lacking.

There it was. When Ven said the syllable I, Jessica knew that she was in a dominant position. All that hot air about teaching Jessica a lesson would be ground into dust. There was doubt and there was reticence. That meant a deathknell here in the ring at AFW and Jessica reckoned that Ven could ill afford it. Her body could not match Jessica's own as she had little option but to stay in the torturous hold. Jessica pressed with all her might.

Then she stopped. The tricky thing about submissions was the fact that you had to change them up from time to time, lest they get a bit boring. Ven's struggles were feckless and uneffective and Jessica held contempt for the woman. After all of this, she was about to surrender. Jessica hated the weak and used them for her amusement. Looked like Ven was about to be another notch on her bedpost. The Violent Violet relented and let Ven out of the hold.

Jessica decided to switch tactics. Ven had gone big on her and now it was Jessica's turn to show off a little strength. She quickly got up and tried to pick Ven up. If she could, she could drape her over her shoulders in a torture rack. Or as she liked to call it, the Cyclone Rider. If Ven had gotten flustered over the figure four headlock, she was sure as hell going to be fairly bothered by this one.

Ven just couldn't comprehend what was going on and that lack of comprehension was only adding to her abruptly brought on messed up state. Ven had no trouble taking down three other competitors in the AFW, what was it about Jessica that was bringing this on? And for that matter, what was even being brought on? As desperately as she searched for an answer Ven was completely unable to find one, and the entire time she spent looking for answers she was being next to useless in the ring, allowing the Violent Violet to get away with pretty much anything she wanted.

"N-No wait!!" Ven pleaded as she suddenly felt herself being lifted up off of the canvas, unable to do much but weakly flail as she was painfully draped over Jessica's mighty shoulders, her expression quickly turning strained as she started having tremendous amounts of difficulty fighting off the temptation to scream.

"Eeeaa!! Ahaaaa!!" Ven moaned out through her clenched teeth. In a state of indescribable agony as wave after wave of sharp pain shot through her entire body, sweat literally dripping from her bright red face as she found herself unable to do much but occasionally twitch.

Damn. Ven was heavy. She had the same muscularity that Jessica did, with the added benefit of being almost a head taller. Jessica had paid her dues in the gym so this wasn't a really big problem for her but she was certainly sweating. A few beads dripped off of her forehead and onto the mat. She wanted to grunt but she fought off the urge. The Violent Violet did those dead lifts and those squats and all that other shit so she could pull off things like this in the ring. And it felt good.

Jessica felt like she was in a position to show off a bit. She trotted around the ring, showing off her prize to the world. Ven was quite fit, why shouldn't everyone see her? Jessica would bounce with each step to make the pain that much worse. The Silent Retribution had all but stopped resisting and Jessica was ecstatic. But the Violent Violet knew she could not go into cruise control just yet.

She bent. ANd bent and bent and bent. She stopped her slow circle around the ring and tried to break Ven in half. "Scream." She commanded. It might have been a pointless order as her opponents tended to do that anyway, but having a woman follow your orders right here in the ring felt great. It felt dominant. It felt imperious. In that moment, Jessica felt like she was the queen of the world.

"Aruuu..! Maaauu..! Huuuaa..!" Ven groaned out as the pain only continued to grow over time, each small bouncy step which Jessica took making it feel as if her spine was going to snap in half like a toothpick. Even though Ven was built to withstand a lot of punishment this pain was unbelievably unbearable, and it all just seemed to be incredibly amplified by two major facts. The fact that The Violent Violet was winning by a landslide, and the fact that Ven couldn't do anything about it.

"EHUH..! YAUU..! AHAA..!" Ven continued to moan through her teeth in indescribable agony, her face as bright red as it could be as her pitiful struggling temporarily increased in consistency, sweat covering her entire body as she started to really panic, everything closing in on her and becoming all too much all at once.

"AHHHHH!!!" Ven would suddenly scream at the top of her lungs, finally doing as Jessica had asked her too and really letting the entire audience know how much pain she was in. Her flustered flailing really picking up for a few moments but fading as quickly as the scream, eventually leaving the previously powerful woman limp.

Ven stopped struggling. She must have realized how unbelievably stupid it was to pick a fight with the Violent Violet. Jessica had gotten the scream she wanted, but she wasn't entirely satisfied yet. She wasn't going to be satisfied until Ven was on her knees in front of her, lowering herself before her conqueror. The Silent Retribution was still a big girl and one who could endure a lot of punishment, so Jessica knew she had to keep her foot on the brakes. Time to see exactly how much punishment this woman could take.

"Good girl." Jessica rewarded Ven with a rare compliment. She would give out some more compliments in the same tone hopefully but for right now that was enough. Jessica wanted the pain train to continue so she fell backwards, right onto Ven. The impromptu slam was always her favorite way to get a girl off her back and was mighty painful to boot.

Should the slam go through, Jessica would opt to get up and flex at the crowd and at Ven. It was high time for a little showboating, she thought.

Even though she was still in a catastrophic amount of pain Ven couldn't believe what she had just done. She had let weakness tempt her and given Jessica exactly what she wanted. As if it wasn't bad enough she was losing, now she seemed to be taking The Violent Violets orders, what was happening? Ven didn't have any emotional or physical difficulty taking on Jessica when they fought in the gym, so why couldn't she even bring herself to do the same thing now?

Before Ven was able to come up with even the remotest form of decent answer she felt herself swiftly falling downwards, her eyes widening in horror before she could even release a gasp of shock.

"Agh.." Ven yelped gently as she smashed into the canvas, a ripple of aching pain shooting through her entire body as was not even able to bring herself to moan out her pain. After laying twitching on the canvas for a moment Ven would slowly start attempting to get back up, her hair not longer in it's massive tight ponytail as it freely flowed everywhere, the hair-band not far away as it had come undone after that last devastating attack.

Iowa, her home, was located in the Great Plains. One of the few nice things about her home state was the weather, which rarely changed that much day-to-day. When it was sunny it felt like the sunshine would never end. And when it rained, it poured, for weeks on end. Jessica felt like she was unleashing one of those torrential downpours on. The crowd mixed jeers and cheers towards Jessica as she shamelessly showboated on Ven. Now they too knew Jessica's strength.

But it looked like Ven was making a move to get up and Jessica wanted the storm to continue. The taller woman was clearly pained since she was getting up slowly. Jessica wanted to put Ven in considerably more pain and moved to make that happen.

It didn't even really occur to her at this point that they were in a collar match. All Jessica was focused on was causing Ven as much pain as she possibly could and two steps forward to close the gap between them portended that. As quickly as she could, Jessica lowered her own head so it was level with Ven's. Then her two long arms stretched out towards Ven's thighs. Then the rest was elementary- lift Ven up, and hold her there, beginning the process of the kinniku buster!

A mighty storm is exactly what Ven felt like she was lost in right now. Her body felt as if it was going through stages of lock-down as her movements just seemed to continue to slow down. Her vision felt as if it was being blurred by an endless downpour as her mind screamed at her to do something. Yet, she couldn't, whatever was causing it had taken an incredible hold on Ven's mind and by now she was unfortunately too far gone, leaving The Silent Retribution stuck in the same awful state without much hope of escaping it.

Without any resistance Ven allowed herself to be moved into the set-up for the devastating move, understanding what was coming but not having enough mental or physical strength to fight against it right now. Before the move was even used Ven was placed into a position of utter humiliation, humiliation which would only surely become even worse as time went on.

"Please.." Ven spoke out quietly as she found herself being draped over Jessica's shoulders in the incredibly embarrassing manner, her now freed exceedingly long hair gently swaying as the previously proud woman's eyes began to slowly collect tears, Ven doing her best to hide them but unfortunately having severe difficulty doing so.

"Please what?" Jessica demanded. Despite Ven's musculature, Jessica was having no problems with this whatsoever. It was surely the adrenaline chugging through her veins but the Violent Violet liked to believe that it was nothing but her raw power. To a certain extent, she was right in her assessment. Her core strength is what carried her through most matches, and it was what was carrying the day here.

A thousand lightbulbs flashed. The cameramen were going crazy. The crowd didn't love Jessica, but they loved sex, and they loved violence. Right now, Jessica was giving them heaping spoonfuls of both. She bounced once, just to add that extra bit of pain to her legs. "Please collar you and fuck you like the bitch you are?" One more bounce. Jessica could make her stay like this all day- after all, it wasn't like there was much of an escape from this.

But Jessica was all about the sudden impact. It wasn't about giving the fans what they thought they deserved, it was about taking what she wanted. And tonight, under the Tokyo lights, she wanted Ven. Crying, moaning, wailing. Ruing the day she had the misfortune of testing her. Jessica threw herself back with all her might. All of her slams hurt, but on the way down she had the feeling that this one was going to hurt a great deal.