Jessica Wright vs. Danika Gorski

Jessica stood up. She raised her arms and was greeted with nothing. No roar of the crowd, no adulation. Just Jessica with her arms in the air and a whole lot of nothing. The Violent Violet smiled. They hated her, they truly did. Good. At least they knew her name, at least they knew what she was capable of. That was all Jessica really wanted them to know.

What Jessica wanted Danika to know was a considerable amount of pain. Jessica continued her ruthless assault and picked up Danika one more time. If she could hit that, she would hit the power move of all power moves. The gorilla press. Jessica could once again leave Danika up in the air to show off her power before sending her crashing down to the mat.

Danika was too worn out to even scream in protest. She was like a puppet at the whim of Jessica. She was lift up and held there effortlessly, held on display for the crowd like a piece of meat. Dead meat.

She hit the mat so hard she bounced back up in the air and came to rest on the mat, muttering incoherently in pain. She didn't roll over, kick the mat, or slap it with her hand. She just laid there completely out of it, and at Jessica's mercy... or lack of mercy.

Adrenaline surged through her body. With a quick puff Jessica blew the hair out of her face. The crowd was silent, dead silent. Poor Danika's ears must have been ringing like a church bell though, after all of the attacks. The Violent Violet wasn't quite sure why her heart was pumping as hard as it was- this match was nearly over from what she could tell. What were the managers thinking, putting Danika in a match like this?

Jessica never minded an easy win however. She set the girl straight on her back and covered. The Queenmaker could stay in her pocket and come out another day.

ONE!!! The ref girl counted.

Danika felt Jessica on top of her and the pin wasn't super secure. Jessica had every reason to be confident, but Danika wasn't completely out of it. The referee's count hit two and just before her hand hit the mat a third time Danika thrust her shoulder up to break the count!

"Ngh... not yet..." She said as she tried to get out from underneath Jessica and back to her feet. Danika was ready to do anything she could in order to get back into the match. As soon as the bigger Jessica made her way over to Danika, she would rake Jessica's eyes with her nails as hard as she could to get a little bit more breathing room.

Jessica stood up. Danika's unexpected kick frustrated her and Jessica wondered how some little punk like her could withstand such an onslaught. Jessica wiped her mouth off and glared out at the fans. They had the fucking gall to cheer on Danika. The Violent Violet gritted her teeth and looked back at Danika.

Or rather, would have looked back had her eyes not been occupied with long nails raking across them. Jessica screamed out and pulled her hands up to her eyes trying to wipe away the tears. She jumped up and down on the mat in pain and swore loudly.

Danika had an opening the sorely needed, now it was time to capitalize on it! She grabbed a nearby chair and grinned. "The tables have turned, yes?" She said as she ran forward, looking to thrust the chair as hard as she could into Jessica's abdomen!

While Danika was far from a powerhouse, mass + speed = momentum. The speed part of the equation was where she banked on a lot of the pain from her moves. She hoped this would at least double over the bigger woman, for Danika had ideas for a follow-up....

When it rains, it pours. Jessica had just gotten her hands away from her eyes when something that felt something that felt awfully like a metal chair slam into her gut. Jessica let out a powerful "Oof!" and doubled over. She was in a significant amount of pain and blind with rage. This fucking bitch was just hitting one move after another on her and Jessica was getting tired of it.

Not tired enough, however, to come up as quickly as she wanted to. For a second, she was still doubled over.

Danika threw the chair down behind her before jumping up onto Jessica, wrapping her legs around Jessica's head! "Time for a ride!" She shouted as she looked to deliver a hurricanrana to Jessica again, whipping her down to the mat right on top of the chair she just discarded!

In the back of her head, she knew something like this was coming. She always made girls double over with a specific, usually painful, intent in mind and now she was being humbled here. Unlike last time this hurricanrana went off without a hitch and Jessica was sent tumbling down to the mat. When Jessica hit the chair that had just been used against her a loud metal clang bounced around the arena.

A soft moan escaped her lips. Things had started off fine, but now were not going according to plan. Her chest smacked right into the chair and she held her femininity and muttered in pain.

Danika cackled as she looked down at Jessica. She laid across Jessica and shouted at the referee! "Come on, begin your count dammit!" She screamed as the referee slid into position and began to count!

"ONE!"

"You should have stayed home my tall foe. A few attacks received and you drop. Soft-ass American..." Danika taunted to Jessica as she hooked her leg and stared out to the crowd, cocky as ever despite the fact that a few moments ago she was on the verge of defeat via knockout...