Jessica Wright vs. Aisha Love

Jessica breathed in. She had just done an incredible amount of work, all things considered. Aisha was pretty light, but not a feather. Throwing her was beyond the strength of many men, let alone women. And here she was, doing it like she had done anything else. Her purple eyes were alert to the fact that her opponent was rolling out of the ring.

She took a few measured steps, and then was at the ropes. She leaned against them and rested her hand on her chin. "It might be easier this way. If you just get counted out, out there. No more pain for you. Because trust me, there will be pain for you if you step back into the ring."

She wasn't just gonna let her taunt her like that, to go out so cowardly against such a foe. While still hurt, she crawled back into the ring, a bit slower but with a bit more confidence that she had, clutching her side a bit, "I'm not gonna sit here and just surrender. I'm... gonna beat you, somehow," she said catching her breathe, but still showing outwardly some confidence for the fans.

Jessica watched as her opponent got back into the ring. It occurred to her that she could stop that, and bash Aisha enough to keep her out of the ring, but somehow that did not seem like the right course of action. This woman was just a rookie, and Jessica had not properly welcomed her into the big leagues yet.

"That is adorable. Do you really want those to be your famous last words though?" Jessica taunted once more. She really wanted to dig into this woman, and make it hurt. She brought her dukes up. The Violent Violet was ready to go again.

"I haven't been one to... disappoint," she struggled, getting into a fighter stance to match Jessica's. Her dukes up, she brought herself to her opponent, stumbling a bit still in pain. She threw a jab, and another, testing Jessica as the wrestling match seemed to now turn into a full blown boxing match.

Here she came. Jessica wanted to tray and get Aisha coming her way, and now she was getting exactly what she asked for. But the little girl was fast, and Jessica got tagged in the chest for the first two. She winced with pain as her voluptuousness was gotten once, twice.

But now it was time to take things seriously. The woman's offense was coming in hot and fast, and Jessica was going her utmost to keep up with the blocking. She tried her best to remember boxing footwork. Her toes danced across the canvas, only for Jessica to plant her feet. From there, she launched a hell of a right hook.

The pinkette's face twisted from the terrible right hook to the face, pushing her back a bit from the hit. She would retaliate, a few punches landing but not as effective, with Jessica now bobbing and weaving, knowing the dance fairly well of a boxer. These wasted punches would do her no good, tiring herself out only to be countered by the Violent Violet. Aisha may not be a good boxer, but she could kick, striking the knees of the larger woman and mixing it up.

Crunch. The sound of Jessia's fist slamming into Aisha's face rang out through the arena. It was downright pleasant to see the punch land home, and to see the spittle fly from Aisha's lips. The blow did not drop her, to Jessica's surprise and annoyance. Then her opponent kept jabbing, trying to get back in it. Jessica tried to keep blocking, but her forearms were getting awfully weary.

And then the kick came. It hit her right on the side of her knee, and she staggered down to the left. She collapsed down on the injured knee, trying to recover.

Aisha took this moment, running to the ropes as fast as she could and rebounding, coming in to perform a running bulldog, gritting her teeth as even her landing was now rather painful. The torture rack having done damage fairly. If it had continued, Aiasha wouldn't have probably made it to this point. She went for the pin, out of breathe, but not before going for one last strike, an elbow to Jessica's face and staring her down, before going for the pin.

The kick to the side of her knee did more damage than she thought it did. Jessica had not been looking for it at all, and she paid the price for it. While she was down looking at her knee, Aisha was running off the far ropes and when she came back she was bringing a hard knee with her. It crashed into Jessica's face, and she went down like a bag of hammers. Aisha then added insult to injury to ensure that Jessica would stay down.

ONE!

Jessica growled. She was not going to lose to a girl having her debut, no way in hell. Right at the count of two, Jessica thrust upwards with all of her might, to ensure that she would not get pinned. This woman had officially ticked her off now.

Aisha rolled out of the way in disbelief, heart pounding in her chest. The crowd was going nuts at the kick out, and while she loved the crowd, she couldn't keep it up much longer. Standing up, she attempted to make her way as quick as she could to the top ropes, waiting for Jessica to stand up before jumping through the air to hopefully land a hurrucarana and plant the Violet back to the ground. It was risky, and could hurt her in such a state.