Jessica Wright vs. Karen Starring

Iron Woman Match: First to score three submissions against their opponent will be declared the winner.

There was nothing standing where it was supposed to be in her apartment. The tables had all been not so carefully discerped, her things were thrown hither and yon, and anything that could be shredded was. After her loss in the Entropy title match, nothing really mattered anymore. Jessica had dropped the ball against an opponent as fucking feeble as Alaina goddamn Sanders, and as such she felt absolutely worthless. The whole reason she had come to Tokyo was to get her hands on a belt, any belt, and she let the first chance she had slip away in an embarrassing fashion. The Violent Violet was down in the dumps a few days to say the absolute least.

A fire burned within her. It told her to tear everything apart, to burn this city to the ground, to deliver untold violence upon any person who dared stand in her way. Usually her escape was alcohol but she elected to forego her favorite relaxer as alcohol always took the edge off and she wanted to stay angry. Her anger, at herself, at her useless family, at the world, is what fueled her, is what shaped the haphazard life of one Jessica Wright. There was a nice big w=hole in the shape of her fist that the staff here at the AFW arena were still trying to repair with little luck. Her decoration of the wall came after the heartbreaking loss to Alaina and it still stood as a little memento of Jessica's rage.

The workers who worked near the dressing rooms understood Jessica's fury now too. She was pacing in her room like a caged tiger. Whichever drone who had the misfortune of sticking her head in the door without Jessica prompting had a chair flung at her head and was not quite quick enough to dodge it completely. Her wrestling outfit had long been on, the red, black, and yellow affair perfectly accentuating her feminine curves as well as her hard muscles. Her red wrestling boots made lovely little stomping sounds on the floor as she walked like a giant.

A piece of paper was slid under the door. The message on it was simple: show time. The wrestling guy here at AFW told her it was a special, almost experimental type of match. The first one to make their opponent submit three times would be declared the winner, and Jessica fully intended for the winner to be her. She was more of a natural when it came to throws, but slowly annihilating a woman might have been what she needed. Submissions could be what she required to work out her kinks as they were usually painful, humiliating, and gave Jessica a wonderful opportunity to show her strength.

Her opponent for her evening was a woman called Karen Starring. She had seen a few of her matches before. The blonde woman was strong, maybe even as strong as Jessica, but the Violent Violet doubted that. As she marched towards the staging area, she thought about how to beat her. It wasn't hard, really: overpower her, grind her to dust, and then show her how worthless she was compared to Jessica. That would get things going in her favor again.

Little sister there's blood on the tracks...

Jessica was notorious enough now that the crowd recognized her music straightaway. She was met with a hail of boos as she made her way to the ring. They didn't like her. They didn't have to like her. They were going to like her well enough when she was the champion and Jessica was going to give it her all to earn a spot tonight. She jumped into the ring over the ropes and went to her corner. Her fist flew into her open hand. Jessica was ready. She was going to come in hot and outburn this poor woman.

I am not the type to submit to anything, she thought.

Where as Jessica felt she had squandered a title opportunity, Karen Starring felt like she had been squandering her time in AFW altogether. Sure, she had some impressive matches, arguably even pulling off great upsets merely by performing as well as she did in some losing efforts. But a slight losing streak had pissed the blonde off to no end, despite the fact that even the best wrestlers go through ruts. The blonde amazon was probably just as angry as her soon to be foe, but managed to pull off somewhat of a compelled, peaceful complexion as she sat dead centre of her dressing room, already clad in wrestling attire, with a robe to cover her. Her anger was somewhat focused, rather than simply throwing fists around the room. Although the urge was definitely there.

The match was somewhat experimental, a rare sort arguably, but nonetheless the blonde had some experience in similar match-ups. Bland, forgettable match-ups, but experience nonetheless. Such a fact didn't even matter much, whether Karen had experience in multiple submission falls or not, the big woman could pull off a nasty submission in general. She didn't care how strong or big her foe tonight was. A squeeze, choke or scissor from a woman Karen's size would turn any woman somewhat whoozy, or so she confidently thought. She too would be finally given the entrance que, quickly removing her dressing robe and throwing it non-chalently to the floor, equipping entrance bunny ears. Pacing out the room and down the hall way at a quick speed, she'd stand at the entrance curtain, ready to make her appearance.

Bursting through as ever to 'Power,' the big blonde would make her way down the ramp. Eyes somewhat scanning around the large filled room, she'd throw somewhat of a sly dark smile at the audience that as ever insisted on booing her. It didn't matter, she thought to herself, quickly removing her bunny ears and throwing them onto the entrance steps nearest to her. Sliding under the ropes, she finally brought up her eyes, at last catching a eye-full of the woman she'd be trying to essentially torture. A physical match, both women were heavily composed of both soft curves and toned muscles, with huge chests to boot. Ever the loud mouth, Karen would soon latch eyes at her foes revealing outfit, hypercritically as ever forgetting her own revealing attire.

"What the fuck are you suppose to be? One of those hookers who holds up the cards with the round number written on it?"

The TV screen she had at her house was big, but it always made everyone look small. Up close and personal, this woman was a monster. Lesser women would have faded under the pressure of challenging a woman like her, but Jessica dug her heels in. While this woman had not quite entered jobber territory yet, she was on a bit of a losing streak. Besides, Jessica was the best there ever was. She wasn't going to let a woman like this come in and steal the show from her. The Violent Violet had gotten a reputation as a bit of a show stopper after all, and she was going to increase that reputation here tonight.

"No, I am supposed to be the one who puts you in your damn grave." Jessica's violet eyes gaze into Karen, through her, trying to ascertain the full measure of her opponent as a woman and a wrestler. The blonde was quite hot and Jessica was beginning to feel an inclination towards divesting her of that burdensome outfit. That would assuredly calm this woman down and put her in her proper place.

The crowd wasn't quite sure whom to root for. They didn't like Karen, and they really didn't like Jessica. Their intensity was beginning to reach a fever pitch as they urged the two women forward. The audience's desire was for these two strong ladies to tear into each other and leave someone bloody and mauled in the wrestling ring. Jessica was going to do her damnedest to make sure that woman was not her.

The bell rung and she inched forward. Her walk became a canter, which became a run. Jessica was going to start off the match the same way she always did, with a reckless attack. She leaped into the air a few feet from Karen and extended both of her legs into a missile dropkick aimed for Karen's sweet abs.

The crowd didn't much care for either giants in the ring, but one fact was always certain when two horrid bitches came to blow. Neither would go down easy. After filling the arena with an array of boos, the crowd would settle down, keen to see one nasty powerhouse murder the other and vice versa.

"Jeese...your pimp must not give you a fair cut..." the smartass blonde retorted, hands to her hips, preparing to raise them in the oh so standard test of strength match introductions. She didn't even consider the fact that her foe was becoming so enraged that her savagery would take the match to a different level than expected. Stepping forward, she threw a shocked look, as she found her toned for airborne.

Feet catching just below her massive chest, Karen would be forced back, crossing her arms over the wound, coughing and spluttering as she leaned on the middle and top rope. Catching the huge amount of breath that was just forced out of her, she'd try to stand, eyes back to her foe.

"You dirty fucking hooker!"

Jessica bounced back up and continued to fly at Karen. She had started matches this way a few times before but apparently no one had quite caught on yet. Both of her feet were under her now and Jessica was lurching forward. Then she stopped. Before her opponent got kicked in the chest like an idiot, it seemed as if she was going for a test of strength. The Violent Violet was always down for those.

The lights above them shone down like the sun at high noon. It was time for these two strong ladies to have a duel of their own, like the cowboys in days gone by. "Come on over her, slut, and get yourself wrecked in a test of strength. You look pretty strong, for a stripper." Jessica raised her arms to where they were supposed to be. She flexed, inadvertently and first and then very much on purpose. Karen was a massive woman, even when not accounting for the ladies that were here at AFW, and Jessica always wanted to test herself against the best of the best.

It was too predictable to open with this. Jessica was a girl who played it fast and loose and the missile dropkick was something pretty damn wild. When Karen did not fall down, she knew she was going to be in this for a long haul. Longer than a match that required three submissions would usually entail. Her heels dug in to imaginary dirt, but the grit that was displayed on her face was very much real.

Karen would begin to catch the huge gasp of breath that was forced out of her gut, before stepping forward. "You'll fucking pay for that...I promise.." she'd roar, rubbing the mark on her gut, back on two feet and steady. Something about the woman seemed off, as Karen held her wounded mark. The kick hurt, but given the size of the woman, it should not of hurt as much as it did. Hell, it damn well throbbed.

Stepping cautiously forward, she'd latch fingers with the womans own, before bracing her legs, determined to win the test and gain some control, and most importantly, revenge. Removing the catch in her throat from the brief error in confidence, her face would turn serious, as she again decided to run her mouth.

"Give my apologies to your pimp, when I give you back to him with a bust body!"

Jessica gazed into the woman. The only real women were strong women, and Jessica wanted to feel Karen's strength. She was ready for her in every way possible and looked into Karen's eyes to see exactly how she would take the fact that Jessica was stronger than her. It didn't even occur to her that Karen was stronger- it was anathema to her supreme arrogance in her own abilities. She ignored the little comments for the time being and locked hands with Karen. There was a power there and her arms rippled with activity.

You never go all out when it first begins. Jessica knew that and believed it more than she believed in almost anything. The Violent Violet began applying more and more pressure and the veins in her neck began to protrude. This was better than sex. Sometimes. Jessica slowly began ratcheting up the pressure, seeking to overpower the buxom blonde.

"You're a bitch. I am going to take you like a bitch." The words coming out of her mouth showed the strain that ever increased. "You aren't going to be so cocky with two black eyes and a broken nose," she hissed.

Karen didn't waste time with theatricality, pushing forward like a woman possessed. Her own arms flexing with might, she couldn't help but roar, as she almost demanded Jessica fall to her power. A demand that didn't go answered.

Where as Karen's arms flexed, Jessicas pumped with enough force to form hard veins all above her upper body, the blonde quickly beginning to struggle under her amazing, shocking power. Her feet where braced, meaning she wouldn't go back without a fight. But that didn't matter; Jessica was seemingly try to force her to her knees, like a utterly lesser woman.

"You..gotta be fucking..." Karen would stop herself shy of just saying the word 'kidding,' as the busty blonde would begin to sweat under her raw power.

Jessica was strong. Like, 20 pounds off the world record for squatting strong. Anyone who challenged her to a test of strength must have been awfully confident, awfully drunk, or just plain awful. Her muscles were like cannonballs and her will was iron. One day long ago she had lost one of these, but it was in the turbid past, barely remembered to Jessica let alone the other woman. From the deepest darkest corners of her black rage she summoned up strength and it was working wonders on the blonde woman.

"You fucking weakling." She hissed through clenched teeth. A single bead of sweat rolled from her purple hair down the side of her face. There were many sins Jessica could forgive in herself and occasionally in others, but weakness was not one of them. The Violent Violet coveted the belt more than anything, and Jessica knew raw power was the only way to get it.

So she pushed. And pushed and pushed and pushed. Jessica showed no mercy as she tried to show her tall opponent who the mightier woman was.

Karen's arms shook; the blonde putting more effort into preventing herself stumbling and spluttering like a fool as her body simply couldn't take her foes raw power. It didn't take a genius to figure out that not only was Jessica stronger than Karen, but she seemingly had the strength game bagged and snagged when up against the busty blonde!

"Get...fucked..." Karen would mutter, right leg beginning to shake as she began to ever so slightly fall to it. Her eyes would tense shut, teeth bared to the maximum, when suddenly she had a idea. Rather than try to fight against the ridiculous strength before her directly, Karen would try for a risky, and arguably dirty tactic.

With a swift movement, she'd instead pull on Jessica's arms rather than push. Bringing her bending leg straight, she'd use the momentum to force herself back up and straight; but not before swinging her head forward, trying to catch Jessica cleanly on the forehead and turn the match back in her favour.