Jessica Wright vs. Aisha Love

Standard match: win via pinfall, submission, or disqualification.

It had been a rough little while for the Violent Violet. She wore her heart on her sleeve, and the whole world knew that she was fucking pissed. There were a whole lot of wounds to lick, and there was a whole lot of hatred burning in her heart. For so long, she had worked her tail off to get closer and closer to the belt, but now she felt like she was falling further and further away. Her whole world was collapsing around her, and Jessica was not content to just let the world start slipping out of her grasp.

No. Never. She adjusted her gauntlet, and took a look at herself. Fierce, bold, and as determined as ever. Jessica flexed for herself, and was impressed with the results. As a result of her losses, she stopped drinking beer, stopped eating hamburgers, stopped everything that was slowing her down and holding her back. Her red, black, and gold attire was practically painted onto her body, and she liked it that way. The deep cleavage shots got her press, and the fabric sticking tight to her impressive muscles intimidated her opponents. She frowned. Jessica doubted herself. How intimidating can I really be, she thought.

As intimidating as I have to be. She formed a fist with her left hand and punched her right. It was a strong blow. She held nothing back. All of those long hours in the gym had not been for nothing, just as she would not allow all of her training to go to waste. Another match. Another rookie. There was very little info on this girl, which was a shame. The Violent Violet liked to study up. As she was walking to the entrance of the arena, she pondered on what sort of opponent she would be facing tonight. Whatever sort of fighter she was, Jessica was going to be up for her.

She peaked out of the curtain, and took a deep breath in. Just like at the gym, just like punching her hand, just like everything she did, Jessica was going to give this 100%.

Little sister there's blood on the tracks...

Her music started up, and Jessica strode down to the ring. The demeanor she wore did not reveal her doubts, and she beamed a cocky smile at all of the fans who were booing her. They jeered, and she flipped them off right before she bounced into the ring. The Violent Violet stood in the center of the ring with her hands on her hips.

Now or never, she thought.

The rapid shrill of guitar would sound out over the arena, rousing the crowd from the stands into applause. No one came out for a bit until suddenly a woman in mostly pink and white wrestling attire with a black leather jacket appeared, her back turned to the crowed. She then twist around, hand cocked at the hip and the other hand pointing towards the ring. With that she completely turned around, posing out to the crowd.

Then, she took off her jacket, throwing it to the side to an attendee to the side, winking at the man whom had caught it playfully. Aisha had started only a few weeks ago in the company and had slowly rose up a bit in the company. She was still rather low on the roster and it had been rather a long and hard fought battle for the most part, doing the small house shows and dark matches that she could. Yet no matter what the battle, she'd prevail, or at least get over with the fans. She loved to wrestle, and the fans loved her doing it.

Running down the ramp, she'd slide into the ring, moving to a ring post and climbing it, posing for the fans a top it. Showing her natural athleticism, she'd flip off the top, landing on her feet. Aisha looked over to her opponent. She had only heard about her and new she was no joke, "Nice to meet you," she greeted, trying to shake her hand.

There was always something so annoying about rookies. Jessica had already had a few matches under her belt by the time she turned 14, and maybe she looked similar to the way her opponent was looking now, but she doubted it. Jessica respected the ring, nearly idolized it. Taking this like some giddly little pre-teen was going to get this tiny cheerleader-looking girl mauled. Or killed. Jessica parted her lips and licked her teeth, ready for this fresh blood to come closer to her.

It looked like this girl wanted to be friends. That was so fucking annoying. Jessica rolled her eyes so much they threatened to rotate all the way around, but she managed to bring them back down to eye level. The woman standing in front of her was quite young, for sure, and used her vibrant vitality effectively as she looked incredibly athletic. Not so athletic that Jessica could not handle it of course. She scried the woman for her secrets. Probably a highflyer. One of those annoying chicks. Her purple eyes were narrow as she thought.

The words hit her, and she cracked her neck left, then right. "Come on. You really want those to be your last words, sugar?" The Violent Violet crouched into her wrestling stance, and glared at the woman. "And I would check that fucking tone right now, if I were you."

Aisha brought her hand back, "You know, bitch doesn't seem to be your strong suit," she'd retort back at her, distancing herself away into her own corner so the referee could check her for illegal objects. Once checked she began to jog in place to psyche herself up, every once in awhile saluting the fans, "I try to be nice to folk and what do I get, nothing. Well, good luck," she finished, a bit of a smirk on her face. The bell would ring and Aisha Love was ready to rumble against Jessica, the Violent Violet.

Jessica ignored this woman's words. She quickly sussed out that this woman had very little of merit to say, and Jessica had very little time for useless things. The Violent Violet started her wide circle. In the moment, she felt like a shark, sizing up the school of fish in front of her, ready to rip and tear until the sea was filled with blood. Her nostrils flared. The Violent Violet was ready, as ready as she was ever going to get to assault this woman, and the air was pregnant with expectation.

The bell rang and Jessica recklessly charged forward. Sparks flew every time she planted one of her large feet on the canvas, and it was as if Aisha had a massive target on her forehead. Right before she reached her opponent, she stopped. Her momentum and her guile carried her forward, and she sent a rocket of a punch forward, aimed at Aisha's nose.

Waiting for the bell to ring, Aisha waited patiently, continuing to psyche herself up for the match. Once the bell rung she ran forward, planning on going for a sole kick, but suddenly had to change her mind as a fist hurdled her right for her face, impacting hard upon it and sending herself back down to the ground, clutching her face in pain. It hurt so bad, a bit of blood coming from her lip as she just barely managed to avoid her nose being crushed by the massive punch to her face.

Trying to sit up, she tried to tackle the legs of Jessica, to bring her down in retaliation as she groaned in pain. Blood came from her cut and bruised lip, "Urrgghhh!"

Jessica's fist flew through the air. She was half surprised it did not whistle as it got closer and closer to its target, as it was travelling so quickly. That in and of itself was a bit of a shock, as Jessica had been around a ring so long that very few things did not live up to her expectations. Perhaps the most stark example was before her now. When the punch landed, it landed with an incredibly hard thud and the poor girl on the receiving end dropped to the ground like a bag of hammers.

The Violent Violet did not even wave her hand around. She immediately bent down, looking to follow the powerful punch with an even more powerful slam. It looked like the punch had gotten her to the canvas, but it had not floored her will to fight. Lurching up from the ground, Aisha got her legs and pulled her down to the ground aside her. She yelped as she hit the mat.

"You want some!" Aisha shouts loudly as she climbs up over Jessica to straddle her. Balling her hands in a fist, she begins beating her opponent in a ground and pound, wailing on her. Her lips was definitely cut, pink lips now a ruby red on the right side of her mouth. While numerous and quick, her punches were not as strong as the hay maker the Violent Violet hit her with, "I'll show you!"

Once, finished, she would try to got into a simple armbar, pulling tightly. Of course however being more an aerial and quick striker, the submission move was not as effective. It could easily be escaped from by someone more inclined, or brute strength.

Jessica was down, but far from out. She was too stunned by the sudden reversal of fortune to do anything about getting straddled, but a blow or two from the ground and pound woke her up in a hurry. If this little twerp thought she could ground and pound after a single takedown, she was in for a sore surprise. Not even considering defending herself, she sent a few punches up to give as good as she got it. Not defending herself proved to be a bit of a mistake, as Aisha's punches slammed home, and Jessica felt herself get rocked a few times.

And then Aisha went for an arm bar. Jessica had been around the block enough times to recognize what she was seeing, and grasped her hands tightly together. Jessica was a century and a half of solid muscle, and she was eager to test this woman, to see how far she would go.

No matter how hard the pinkette pushed to try and get the hold locked, she could not power over her opponent. Instead of continuing, going into light jabs and elbows, trying to lessen her hold, but it didn't seem like Aisha was able to do much, the woman clearly stronger than her. She would have to take another route of action, trying to slip away from the hold and recover before Jessica had. From there she would have the high ground and time to think of what to do. This match wasn't going to be easy, but Aisha readied herself, sucking on her cut lip while trying to crawl away.