Jessica Wright vs. Grizzly Yamamoto

Grizzly was the baddest of asses back in the day, and while perhaps past her prime, she was still pretty bad of ass, and still had a thick hide capable of absorbing hits, something she intended to prove as Jessica charged at her, sticking her arms out to the side, welcoming this attack, as proof that she could handle whatever this bitch had to throw at her.


...then she got dropkicked in the chest with enough force that it knocked her right on her ass, shocking both herself, as well as her fans in the crowd.

"GAH! Holy fuck!"

She gasped, a severe pain shooting through her chest from the force of that running dropkick.

While Jessica was in the air, she doubted she was going to be able to knock Grizzly over. The woman was twice as solid as a wall, and incredibly experienced. Plus, if she had the foresight to recognize what was coming and pluck Jessica from the air, she had the strength to make the ensuing slam hurt. But none of Jessica's worst nightmares came to pass, and her hard red boots met Grizzly's soft meat and sent the former Angel on that nice and rotund ass of hers.

Jessica tumbled down slowly afterwards, having gone all in on the kick. The adrenaline coursing through her and the astonishment of the crowd would not allow her to rest on her accomplishment, however, and she collected herself and was immediately up and at her.

There wasn't much distance between them, but Jessica was moving quickly anyways. The Violent Violet charged forward and aimed a running knee at the chest she had just so viciously deflated!

Ok, ok, Grizzly was a big girl, she could admit that she might have underestimated Jessica's actual power and strength, judging her just from her slimmer frame. The girl contained more power that she initially appeared too, that was for certain, that dropkick having knocked Grizzly right on her ass, something she hadn't expected.

Jessica wasn't willing to give her a moment to get used to it though, the younger women quickly smashing a knee into Grizzly's chest before the heavyset woman could get back up, getting a loud "AGH!" out of the older womans lips as she was knocked flat onto her back, groaning and clutching at her chest.

Jessica was flying high. The stomping of feet reverberated around the arena as Jessica slowed her charge and wheeled around. The crowd didn't love her, and she knew that. They loved her outfit, which barely concealed anything, and they loved the rampant sex that came with her matches. But they didn't love her, so when the follow-up to the dropkick came, they didn't cheer for her. They did nothing.

The Violent Violet, on the other hand, was not a very big proponent of doing nothing. So when she finally got all the way turned around, her mind was moving just as quickly as her body was. Thinking quickly, her body left the fetters of the earth as she jumped into the air. Jessica, hardly the aerial ace, took to the air very rarely, but when she did all the haters in the crowd looked on. They would see how she twisted her body awkwardly while she was in the air, but she knew she could do what she needed to get done.

An elbow drop. Right at Grizzly's beleaguered chest. This quick early combo may put this bear of a woman down for the count, she thought, as all 140 pounds of her plummeted down towards the older woman. Her teeth were gritted and her eyes were narrowed as she braced for impact.

Perhaps ironically, the fans didn't like Grizzly for her look or her outfit, and she never did anything sexual, what they loved her for was her ferocity and brute power, and her great endurance. None of the fans in the crowd that had followed her career had ever seen anyone, apart from one or two big women, knock her down so early in a match before!

"GUH!"

Grizzly exclaimed, spittle flying from her lips as Jessica's elbow dug down deep into her chest!

Jessica was the biggest, baddest bitch in the ring. No, in the world. The match had barely even begun, and this washed up 2-bit was hardly doing anything now. Sure, Jessica got whacked by a mighty clothesline, but it was a trifling price to pay for a quick and easy win. That's what this was, quick and easy. The Violent Violet was on the ground, and turned to find River. She raised an eyebrow, as if to say look how awful my opponent is. Not even the two British bimbos were this bad, she thought as she turned back to her opponent.

The Violent Violet was absolutely bursting with confidence, as she hooked Grizzly's leg and went for the early pin. "If you know what is good for you, you will stay the fuck down." She growled at her opponent. She could already picture the beer and whiskey waiting for her at home, almost tasting it with her tongue.

Jessica was strong as fuck, there was no doubt about that. Powerful enough to knock the big bear off of her feet and take her down to the mat with just a couple moves, the big woman's leg hooked up for a pin.

But it was still early left, and this Grizzly still had a lot of fight left in her, kicking out from the pin at the count of "1", and letting out a growl as she started to sit up.

"Ssshow some respect! I'm not that easy to take down!"

The old bear had something in her. Back in her day, she might have idolized Grizzly. She watched Wrestle Angels, but it was not a mainstay in her wrestling entertainment. No, Jessica watched the Midwestern women in the indies with her, and she was just like all of them. Gritty, strong, old school. Never knowing when to quit even when it was painfully obvious was their calling card, and the fans adored those ladies for that. Hell, way back then, Jessica would have considered asking for a woman like Grizzly to take her under her tutelage, and see that Jessica progressed as she should.

Not any more. Jessica was a rising star, and the only thing she would be under was the massive expectations she had put on herself. She was going to win this match, and then the next match, and then all of the matches to come until she got that shiny belt around her waist. No one was going to tell her shit, as a mentor or even as a fellow wrestler. She was rudely shoved off of Grizzly, and rose to her feet.

The Violent Violet took a few steps back to assess the situation. She was getting tons and tons of pressure on Grizzly, and if she kept that up she might well win the match. But she knew that matches like this ebb and flow, and this one could very easily flow away from her. She crouched into her wrestling stance. Time to wake this bear.

"There's a fucking reason Yukiko was on all the posters, not you. You're fat, you're slow, and you can't wrestle for shit." Jessica spat.

Indeed, Grizzly was an old school bitch, back in the days when wrestling was about more than just looking pretty and being good at sex. Old School bitches like her, back in the day, had a code, one that said that, while you fought like hell in the ring, there was always a sense of honor and respect there, between the fights. By that old school code, the worst thing you could do was be disrespectful.

Jessica, however, was taking sheer delight in being as disrespectful as possible, taunting the older fighter as she got back up to her feet, the pain in her chest slowly ebbing away.

"You little smartass! I've fought women twice as good as you! I've won titles, main events...I've actually ACCOMPLISHED things, like beating you tonight!"

She growled back, getting her arms up and moving back into her wrestler stance, moving in to try and lock up with the Violent Violet!

There were very few buttons that anyone could push to get Jessica angry. You could call her a slut, and sure, Jessica would hit you, but she wouldn't be mad. You could call her a bully, or a bitch, or a lesbo or whatever. After slugging you, she would totally forget it. But one of the few nerves she had involved her total and complete lack of accolades. Belts, title shots and pay per views were how she defined success.

And if she didn't have those things, then what was she?

A dark pallor fell over her face, as Grizzly Yamamoto got her in the lock up. "Has-been! Never was! Fuck off you old bitch!" Jessica's taunts got a lot less clever as her mood darkened. If Grizzly Yamamoto had anything over her, it was past success. And she did have a pretty fair amount.

That made Jessica resolve to show her just what the young bloods like her could do. Instead of deftly turning or otherwise trying to spin Grizzly to the canvas, Jessica planted her feet and pressed forwards. Her legs were full of pure power, and she wanted to show them off a little bit. Poor Grizzly was right in her way though...