Jessica Wright vs. Chisato Sakurai

One more. That's all it would take, probably. The girl cried out when she hit the floor, which showed she still had some fight in her, but one good hard knock should be enough to completely take her out of the fight. Jessica bent down to pick her up.

There was no single move that Jessica could dub her favorite, but there were a few that were pretty close. Her finisher of course, the Queenmaker. Dead Reckoning. Any move she got to show off her power. But the one she liked the most while she was growing up was the tombstone piledriver. Jessica tried to use it now, but with her own little twist. They were in the bathroom after all, so Jessica tried to bring Chisato's head down right on the toilet.

Coughing violently as she had the wind knocked out of her and more after the brutal samoan drop as Jessica got off of her. Curling up on to her side, Chisato knew that she was in a bad position as Jessica knew as well. Her opponent would not let up on the green haired wrestler as Chisato continued to cough, finding a hard time to catch her breath even for a second.

She quickly got lifted upside down and hooked her arms around Jessica's waist to prevent herself from falling, but it was inevitable as she didn't know what her fate was. She soon found out as she went head first into the toilet splashing out the water as the sounds of her head hitting the bottom of the bowel rung out as Chisato's body went limp in a rather embarrassing manner. Not that she had to imagine herself like that due to the fact of being unconscious.

Jessica let Chisato's body fall to the floor. The girl was completely limp now which could only mean that this was all over. Despite her aching, well, everything, Jessica cracked a smile. This had been hard fought but Jessica knew how tough Chisato was. There was still a chance she could rouse.

The Violent Violet eyed Chisato wearily. For whatever reason, Jessica was feeling outright disrespectful. She put Chisato on her back and planted her boot square in the center of her chest and glared at the ref girl. "Aren't you going to start?" She demanded.

ONE! she counted.

TWO!

Chisato's body dropped to the tiled floor like a sack of potatos as she laid out on the floor, breathing heavily as all she saw was black. She was blissfully unaware that Jessica had pinned her in one of the most disrespectful ways, with a boot on the chest. The ref girl counted the pin, reaching the second count as she lifted it up for the final count with no movement from Chisato as she slapped her hand down for the third count.

"THREE!"

There was no bell, no cheering fans. It was just the three of them in a bathroom in a now wrecked apartment. Jessica gave a sigh of relief as she stepped off of Chisato and straddled her for a second. The girl was a good fighter. Maybe she would eventually want some sweet revenge for what Jessica had just done to her. When that day came, Jessica would be ready for her.

But on this day, Jessica was just happy that the match was over and she had won. Jessica stepped out of the bathroom and then out of the apartment altogether. It was a hard fought win and Jessica was happy to have it in her pocket going forward.