Jessica Wright vs. Macky Ueto

Jessica rose up. Her knee was hurting, but Jessica reckoned that Macky was probably hurting far worse. That was the sort of blow that would end a lesser girl's whole career, she thought. If Jessica were lucky, it would end Macky's evening. She walked over to the corner and pulled a table up and into the ring.

She pulled the legs out and set it up all nice and neat. Before she put Macky on it, she would have to make sure she was nice and compliant. The Violent Violet tread over to Macky and sent her a few stomps, just to make sure she would stay down.

Macky did nothing but kick at the canvas and try to soothe the pain in her back as Jessica moved to set up the table. She was in serious pain, maybe more than she had been in quite some time. By the time Jessica walked over to her, Macky was slowly starting to stir to the point where her knees pushed her butt into the air.

The hard stomps flattened her back to the mat and she howled in pain again, trying to roll onto her back just to keep the violet from damaging her back even more with the boots.

Table was ready. Now it was time to eat. The stomps had eliminated any resistance from the former Wrestle Angel, and Jessica reckoned she could finally bring this match to a close. The crowd booed as Jessica bent over to put the voluble and gregarious WA on the table. They didn't want to see her win. The only person who wanted to see Jessica win was Jessica, and that is all Jessica wanted.

If she could manage to put Macky on the table, she could turn to the corner and climb it. She was usually not the type to fly off the ropes, but Jessica was feeling bold tonight. The Violent Violet perched there for a second, to see if there were any signs of life.

Macky only huffed, writhing a bit as she was guided to the table. When she was propped onto it, she rolled onto her side. She knew she could keep the match going if she just rolled off the table, but it was hard. Even turning her body made her spine flare with intense pain.

"S-Shit..." She muttered and shut her eyes, a grimace still plastered on her face.

Like an eagle she perched and like an eagle she flew. She leapt off of the turnbuckle with alarming speed and soared through the air towards her opponent on the table. Her arms were out wide as the move was utterly without technique. This was all coming to an end, and proper form was the last thing on her mind. The only thing that mattered now was putting Macky through the damn table.

The cracking of the table through the collective held breaths of the audience resonated much louder than any sound that was made by Macky or the two big girls' bodies smacking together.

Jessica crashing into the red head was enough to lay the girl out and she barely even flinched as the bell was rang shortly after the two were mashed together in a pile, cradled by two halves of a broken table.

"Nnnnn...."

Macky groaned and her head tilted. Her chest rose against Jessica's body and it was the only indication that she was still among the living.

Crack. Ring. Those two sounds brought Jessica tremendous joy and tremendous. Pain. She had won the match which sent her over the moon, and she had gone through a table which caused a significant amount of pain. The joy overrode the pain, and Jessica stood up. Splinters of wood stuck to her outfit as the referee came over to lift her hand. Sure enough, the little ref girl did, and Jessica felt wonderful.

Well, as wonderful as she could get in the circumstances. She was still racked with pain, but she had beaten a veteran, and a damn good one at that. "You ain't laughing much now, huh?" She taunted.

Macky only groaned at first, but as her eyes fluttered open, an unmistakable smile graced her weary features. "Heh heh heh..." She managed and rolled onto her stomach, wincing from how sore her body was.

"It was... pretty fun... ugh..."

Macky collapsed again and shut her eyes, laying on the mat and breathing softly.

Jessica shook her head. Always laughing, that one. She should get her damn head checked. The Violent Violet thought to check it herself with another stomp but thought better of it. She was a heel, sure, but she wasn't a psycho. There were far too many of those at AFW by Jessica's reckoning and the Violent Violet had already made her point. Without another word, she exited the ring.

She stared at the jumbotron flashing her name with the bright word 'winner' underneath. Jessica could really get used to that.

Jessica Wright wins via sending Macky through a table.