Entropy Title Match: Jessica Wright vs. Alaina Sanders

Four. Almost halfway there. For as long as Jessica had done battle with the woman, she did not believe that she would lose. She did not believe that she could lose, such was her hubris. Jessica's more confident side stridently believed that the Amazon would not get up. She could not quite put her finger on why. The blow wasn't even that hard nor punishing. She stared down at the struggling amazon with a sense of disquiet. That wasn't going to be enough. That wasn't going to be enough by a long shot, Alaina was right.

If she were smarter she would have taken a step or two back and not opened herself up for immediate retaliation. The thing about the Violent Violet was that she just had to know. There was a whole lot riding on this match, and when Jessica was standing over Alaina she felt like she was right in the thick of it. The kick came in hard and fast and Jessica doubled over, clutching her gut.

As soon as Alaian saw Jessica double over she knew she had to do something. Alaina grabbed Jessica by the hair and began to run over to the ropes. "I want you to see how nasty I can get!" Alaina growled low at Jessica, bracing herself and tossing Jessica over the ropes by the hair!

As soon as Jessica went sailing over, Alaina would climb between the ropes and onto the apron. Jessica wasn't going to be able to get up quickly, which let Alaina set herself up for a bit more punishment! Once Jessica landed and settled, Alaina wanted to jump down from the apron straight down on top of Jessica knee first! A double knee drop to the Violent Violets abdomen after being thrown by the hair over the ropes to the outside was as good a way as any to get back on top as far as Alaina was concerned!

Jessica would have rolled her eyes in another situation. The words coming from Alaina's mouth were downright stupid, and Jessica was going to bash her head in for letting such drivel reach her ears. Payback would have to wait, however, as Jessica was led by her hair very painfully and tossed over the top rope. Even now, so far in to the match, Jessica was surprised by her strength.

She was not surprised by the depths of hatred she had for this woman. Alaina was supposed to be little more than an obstacle on her long and inevitable road to greatness. The Violent Violet was just going to go through her and keep fighting once she had gotten the belt. This wasn't supposed to be a real match. This was supposed to be a squash, and despite Jessica's strength and experience and knowledge, not only did Alaina hang around, now it looked like she was actively winning.

Jessica was forced to come to terms with these thoughts as she looked up at the ceiling of the arena. The lights were so high above. They were not solely focused on her, as they should have been by all rights. Jessica made a move to get up, but her progress was brought to an immediate end with two sharp knees to her gut.

She let out a mighty "Oof!" and remained on the floor as if glued there.

Alaina looked down at Jessica, deciding that her offense was effective although she needed more. Out here, there were plenty of things she had at her disposal to help her keep Jessica down. Alaina bent down and picked Jessica up, lifting the woman up to hold her across her chest. To most fans, it appeared as if it were s setup to a back breaker. Alaina had some other ideas...

She kept hold of Jessica and rushed forward straight at the ring post! Alaina wanted to hold Jessica and ram her back-first right into the metal pole! After impact, Alaina was bent on destroying this woman, the same way she destroy Avery's career. Alaina would transition from ramming Jessica into the ring post by turning around and squatting down before exploding back, looking to deliver a big fallaway slam to Jessica.... sending her crashing down on the nearby steel ring steps!

Jessica had been in hardcore matches before. Tons of weapons were sent into a thousand pieces over her hard head in a dozen different ways. When she was lifted from the unforgiving concrete, Jessica knew it was going to be bad. Even with all her insight, there was no way of knowing it was going to be this bad.

The first, and far from the worst thing, was that she was rammed into the corner of the ring at what felt like full speed. Her back exploded with pain, the likes of which were unknown to her. She felt as if she were being mauled by a bear and being strangled by an anaconda at the same time. The fun did not stop there. The fallaway slam delivered Jessica's head to the ring steps.

When she hit the ground, everything stopped. Her thoughts, her pain, her senses. Blood oozed from Jessica's forehead onto the concrete floor and began to pool. It wasn't a good look for her at all. Neither was laying face down, motionless, on the floor of the arena, but there was little she could do about either of those.

Alaina stood near Jessica and looked over at the referee with a nod. She knew she had to have done something to Jessica from that onslaught. Alaina herself was hurting from the cumulative sum of Jessica's offense against her. Such power left marks and inflicted pain that was very slow to go away. Alaina could only hope she was having the same effect against the Violent Violet.

"One!"

The crowd cheered as Alaina stood by triumphantly, but unlike before there was no flexing. No hip swaying. No strutting. Just a cold, intent, focused stare at her foe.

"Two!"

Alaina continued to take deep breaths to recover a bit of stamina. Running around holding Jessica and slamming her about was not the hardest thing she had done, but at this stage in a match it was still somewhat taxing. Now to see how well Jessica fared with this count...

"Three!"

Nothing was real. Pain shot through her body, and she tried to tell herself it wasn't real. Jessica did her best to tell herself it was fleeting, that it was all going to be over in a few seconds. She could get up, she could get back at Alaina, and that would be that. The problem was, in wrestling, let alone here, a few seconds was a very very long time.

FOUR!

Her muscles began to awake, to arise from the painful slumber. They hardly moved at all, but at long last, there were signs of life from the Violent Violent. The omnipresent pain haunted her like a merciless hound and a groan escaped her lips. When was the last time she was hurting this badly? She honestly could not remember. She would put good money on the bet that she wouldn't remember even if she were thinking straight.

FIVE!

Blood continued to trickle from her forehead. She was finally moving her head now. Jessica would absolutely have to visit the medical team after this match. Her eyes were open now, but there was really no point in it. All she saw was the concrete floor, a painful reminder of how she might come up short. Maybe she didn't belong in the ring with the belt around her waist. Maybe here, on the floor, with the bitter taste of failure in the mouth, should become her home.

SIX!

Maybe this was all a mistake. Maybe she should just go back to Iowa and work in some dismal retail store for the remainder of her life, drinking and getting fat and becoming mediocre. What was she doing here, in Tokyo? This wasn't even the real belt, this was some knock off for rookies. She should definitely just go home.

SEVEN!

No, Jessica rejected that. In a series of barely coordinated movements, Jessica shambled skywards and brought herself up to her full height. She was breathing hard, and teetered for a second before finding her feet. Her stance was wide, and her fists, her guns, her lifeline in this match, were brought up and made ready. "You think I am fucking done?" She said, right before she spit out a wad of blood.

Alaina watched in surprise this time as Jessica got up. She had much more work to do...."You just don't know when to quit do you? I am going to make you regret ever getting back up..."

Alaina moved in on the defiant Jessica, reaching out to grab hold of the woman. If she wanted more punishment, Alaina was more than happy to treat her to it! Alaina wanted nothing more than to grab Jessica by the hair once more and guide her head over to the ring steps and smash it down off the steel steps!

Jessica hadn't entirely been faking it. She was acting like she was being run ragged partly because she was, but mostly she wanted to try and goad Alaina into attacking. There was no telling where the attack might be coming from, but Jessica correctly guessed that the attack would be coming high. She deftly ducked as Alaina's strong arm sailed over her, turning as she did so.

If Jessica could move quickly enough, she would seize Alaina's powerful arm and use it as leverage to hip toss the Amazon over her onto the concrete floor. That would surely get the mighty mo back on her side, even if it was only a bit.

Alaina grunted as she missed, turning far too slowly to do anything about being tossed down on the hard, cold, unforgiving floor outside the ring! She let out a cry of pain as her back exploded in agony! Such a simple move, but the power of Jessica coupled with the concrete of the floor led to amplified effectiveness.

Alaina grabbed at her back and kicked the floor in pain as she slowly, painfully tried to roll herself onto her stomach, rising to her hands and knees as she did her best to keep her wits about her. She couldn't succumb to agony in this match, especially at this point. She needed to keep moving, to not stay down, and to not give up. However, she knew Jessica was going to make that a difficult task to say the least. Both women seemed equally intent on walking back to the locker room with that belt around their waist..