Entropy Title Match: Jessica Wright vs. Alaina Sanders

If Jessica were more lively, she would have reacted. It didn't take a girl with a ton of experience to know that if you went for a hair grab you left yourself wide open. But Jessica was too slow on the uptake. The match was long and grueling and so far Jessica had been up to it, but now she was really starting to question it. Her face was slammed into the ring steps and Alaina met little resistance. The second time it happened a nasty crack resounded through the stadium. The Violent Violet prayed that it wasn't the sound of her nose breaking. Either way it caused a massive amoutn of blood to begin flowing.

When Jessica slumped to the side, aided by Alaina, and was then rammed into the ring for good measure. Jessica almost couldn't believe how brutal Alaina was being. The thought occurred to her that she had done much worse for much less. The grim thought wasn't worth much as she laid out on the ground from pain.

Alaina grabbed Jessica around the shoulder, and her wrestling gear by her butt to sling her up onto the apron. After a shove underneath the ropes Jessica would be back in the ring. Alaina climbed up the apron and through the ropes, focused and riding a wave of adrenaline. Granted, she was so banged up that her movements were labored and her face looked dazed. Still she was happy to be moving at all after being in a match like this as long as she had.

Alaina didn't plan on keeping Jessica inside the ring for very long however. She yanked Jessica up by the hair and wedged her head between her legs. The crowd got very loud as they realized what it was that Alaina wanted to do: It was Amabomb time! Alaina let out a shout as she lift Jessica up to a sitting position on her shoulders and Alaina began to move forward to the ropes. With one final burst of power, the amazon lift Jessica up and launched her forward in a desperate attempt to amabomb Jessica to the outside of the ring, right on top of (and hopefully through) the announce table to be precise!

It was almost an otherworldly experience. Jessica felt her body moving, but she knew she wasn't in control. Jessica was the worst control freak she knew. When she found herself being lifted up to the apron, she hated every second of it. And she hated the fact that she could do literally nothing about it even more. An inexorable lassitude pervaded her body which was only compounded by the insurmountable amount of pain. Her face hurt, her head hurt, everything hurt. Jessica was never a passive member of anything, let alone her own wrestling career, and this was absolute hell for her. She lay in the ring, her home, breathing deeply and trying to force her body to do anything. Her muscles, the same muscles she was terribly proud of, refused to obey.

Then the world shifted again. When Alaina seized her by her purple locks she was put in even more pain. She cared very deeply that her head tucked neatly between Alaina's thick thighs, but her desires did very little to counteract the situation. Soon she was flipped upwards. As she rested on Alaina's strong shoulder, her face looked awful. Copious amounts of blood streamed down her face and the only expression her bruised face could make was a slack jawed spaciness.

Then she came to know a pain she had never known before. The sensation of landing on the announcer's table and crashing through it was unlike anything she was familiar with. The crumpled, pained body of Jessica Wright lay on the concrete without moving.

ONE!

The ref girl counted. Jessica showed no signs of life.

TWO!

Alaina stood in the ring, holding on to the ropes to keep herself up! She glared at the downed Jessica ascthe count continued.

"Three!"

Alaina held a fist in the air asvthe crowd roared. She ttook in the cheers as the crowd hoped this was the last of Jessica Wright in this match.

"Four!"

The amazon climbed through the ropes and to the floor, staggering as she went, she was totally worn out at this point.

"Five!"

Alaina stood over Jessica as the count kept going, and now Alaina was flexing her arms right over the motionless challenger asvthe referee did their job. Thid had to be it, no woman could get up from that.

"Six!"

Could they?

Jessica hadn't even opened her eyes yet. There was no point in it. All she would have seen was Alaina lording over her and still would not have been able to rise up. The crowd was roaring their assent for the champion and it all washed over Jessica. The Violent Violet was as still as a corpse.

SEVEN!

It was getting to crunch time. If Jessica didn't move and soon, she would lose. Unfortunately, Jessica had no knowledge of that as she was still in the twilight between consciousness and unconsciousness, and the waking world's call was not strong enough.

EIGHT!

She lacked the strength even to groan. Her whole body punished her with a torrent of pain which mixed poorly with the exhaustion she felt.

NINE!

Alaina stood over Jessica, watching her foe lay motionless in the aftermath of the amabomb to the outside and through the announce table! Alaina flexed her arms when the count reached nine with no sign of life from Jessica Wright.

"TEN!"

The bell rang as the referee signaled that the champion had successfully retained her title, making his way over to the time keeper and grabbing the Entropy belt, handing it to Alaina. The amazon held it high and slowly turned as she showed off for the roaring crowd. She had never heard a louder arena than she was hearing right now. "Your winner and STILL Entropy Champion..... 'Amazon' Alaina Sanders!" The announcer called out as Alaina basked in the love of the fans. She fought hard to get to be Entropy Champion, defending her co-champ shot, winning the belt and now finally having a legitimate title defense against a highly touted foe. Jessica Wright had proven to be just as tough to beat, and just as skilled a foe as Julia Rogers. There were very few women on the planet Alaina could say that about.

However, the memory of Alaina's first dojo buddy, Avery Shields, was still fresh in her mind as she looked down at Jessica. Alaina knelt down next to Jessica, speaking into the ear of the barely conscious challenger. "That was for Avery. I am a champion and you are nothing but a thug pretender. You will never be half the woman I am inside the ring." Alaina said before standing back up and holding up her belt once more. A moment later, the amazonian champion was making her way back up the ramp, heading towards the locker room.

The roar of the crowd was too loud. Jessica was sleeping. Didn't they know it was impolite to wake a woman up? She slowly opened her eyes to a reality that was considerably less than pleasant for her. The bell had rung and she had lost and now the whole medical team was sprinting over to help the Violent Violet. "Wha.." she let out weakly before her head sank back down again she she entered the dream world.

Even her bones ached.

Alaina clutched her belt against her chest, slowly hobbling through the backstage area using the wall for support when she could. The pain was eased by knowing she just emerged from a brutal title defense, retaining her title. Alaina high fived a couple people working backstage who held thwir hands out, apparwntly she had some fans among the crew.

Alaina could only think about the reassuring embrace of Bryan, and hoped to finagle some sort of special treatment out of him. Full bodu massge, a pedicure maybe? Alainas heavy breathing slowly became normal, evsn though she could barely move after the adrenaline dump from that match....

Alaina Sanders wins via ten count.