Jessica Wright vs. Belinda Northman

The crowd were all on their feet, shouting and howling their dismay at Jessica's move. They could hardly be blamed, of course, because the move was a pretty dirty one. Jessica was entirely unconcerned with how wicked the move was, however, as she was focused on how effective it was. Even the most upright fan could clearly see that Belinda was now on her knees in front of Jessica. And, despite Jessica now weary state, the Violent Violet had the impetus to strike.

And strike she did. Jessica took a step back, her taut muscles still bulging from the contest of strength. The Violent Violet whipped in a massive kick, going directly for Belinda's head. Like with the first kick that started off this whole sequence of events, Jessica held nothing back. In a way, that was the ultimate respect she could give her opponent.

Fire burst forward from her eyes. The morality of her actions escaped her. Jessica had always believed that the only thing that mattered was winning. Especially here, especially now. The veins were still popping out, underlying her terrible fury.

Belinda's hands had traveled down towards her now massively aching crotch. She couldn't help but feel rather pissed off, but she was in too much pain to actually act upon that anger. She should have expected Jessica to do something dirty if she couldn't win easily, but she had banked more on the pride of the Violent Violet, but that seemed to have been a poor gamble.

Now she was a prime target and of course Jessica wasn't going to give her a chance to catch her breath and get up. As Jessica's tree trunk like leg shot forward and her boot crashed right into Belinda's head. Smacking her hard and even raising Belinda off of her knees as and into the air for a second as her body then flopped down onto the mat.

Her arms spread wide and legs now too, as she laid there and took deep breaths that made her generous rack heave....a low groan escaping her mouth as she was currently quite dazed....she might even be out.

Jessica was still a whirl of motion. She did not stop, because she did not want to stop. The kick had gone off with an impeccable sense of timing, and the loud reverberation of boot on bone echoed throughout the arena. There was an initial roar of excitement from the crowd because of the sheer violence of the blow. Their rush died quickly as they came to realize what the successful attack meant. A few quiet groans rose from the crowd when the situation became quite clear.

For Jessica Wright, the situation had always been clear. One good move deserved another. The whirl of motion did not blow past Belinda, but instead right next to her. Jessica knew that this move had not knocked Belinda out. There was no point in even checking. As lifeless as the Northern woman one, Jessica was taking no chances. Not after the stunt that she had just pulled. Should Belinda get up, she was going to be downright livid.

So Jessica was going to do her damnedest to make sure that Belinda remained in that state. She quickly bent over and hooked Belinda's arms. From there, she would attempt to deadlift the Northern woman straight from the mat. The blonde woman would go higher and higher, until she got in position for her infamous Dead Reckoning. She would pause for a second, holding Belinda in the air before coming straight down in a brutal glam slam!

Belinda remained on the mat groaning out after Jessica Wright's brutal combo of bitchy crotch shot and brutal face shot....she was in a daze on the mat and as she was trying to gather her senses all that she could hear was a loud thumping in her head, the crowd was drowned out from the pain in her aching skull.

For that reason it was rather easy for the buxom Violent Violet to take a hold of her and yank her up towards her feet, turning her around so she was facing away from the mighty Jessica Wright as those two arms of hers were underhooked.

" Rrh..." Belinda growled out, weakly twisting and struggling from left to right in her captors grasp, but it was no use. She instead found herself being hoisted up high in the air. Shaking her head in defiance, Belinda could do little before she was brutally brought down straight on her chest and face, slammed into the mat with a loud echo following the initial bang of her body meeting the canvas. A light flop of the young blond's body upon the mat before things fell silent....

Jessica stared into the back of Belinda's head, looking for signs of what she was thinking. It was mostly a fruitless task, she recognized. She would have preferred to see the blonde woman from the other side, with pain on her face. Still, Belinda's shaking of her head gave her some indication of how she was feeling, and it was good to have all of the shaking and moving come to a quick and decisive end when Belinda was slammed down to the mat.

The Violent Violet sat there for a second, looking at Belinda's body. It was nice, and strong, and now in a ton of pain. Her Dead Reckoning put Belinda halfway into the grave, and Jessica thought that she ought to do what she could to put the blonde woman all the way there. She started getting up, so that she could put the Northern woman in the final and ultimate pain.

The Violent Violet was lumbering over to Belinda's head now, and spread her legs a little. The crowd was sure to ogle at her butt. That was fine. She wore a skimpy outfit to attract more attention, so that she could get closer and closer to a shot at the belt. The belt that Belinda's sister now held. Thoughts of the greatest glory flashed through her mind as she bent over to grab Belinda's blonde hair. That's what all this is for...

She tried to pull Belinda's head between her legs. With a few quick motions, she tied up Belinda's hands under her tight belly. Then, she jumped up. And for Belinda, it was going to be a long way down. Her legendary Queenmaker was a move that no one had ever got up from...

Belinda was in so much pain now, Jessica's low blow had left her an easy target as Jessica slammed the blond down and with it left her as a pained heap on the mat, but it wasn't long before Jessica's grubby hands grabbed onto the Swede's short blond hair and started to yank and pull the blond up towards her feet.

The blue and white clad woman was at Jessica's mercy as the buxom Violent Violet pulled the Shooting Star's head in between those strong, sweaty thighs of hers. Grabbing at the blond's arms and tied them up under the Swede's belly, before the mighty Jessica jumped up and drove Belinda face, and chest first into the mat. There was a loud echo from the thud of the slam, as Belinda's body bounced once, violently off of the mat. 

Jessica's mighty finisher leaving the Swede dazed and out of it on the mat, on her front as she groaned out lowly in pain....

There it was. The move had come off, and had come off without a hitch. Jessica was on her knees now, while Belinda was on the ground, face down. It had been a long and dark and bloody match, and it had all culminated into this. Jessica breathed in, because she had not been able to breathe for the last few moments. The air in her lungs was crisp and sweet and pure, everything that she had wanted. Her sense of freedom was not hemmed in by the rough iron cage around her, no, quite the opposite. The cage gave her license to be the terrible person that she wanted to be.

But it was now time to finish this. Unceremoniously, Jessica rolled Belinda over, and lay across her. The ref girl quickly came and slapped the mat.

ONE!!!

Jessica was breathing freely now.

Belinda was downed...barley moving. The only thing that was really moving was her chest, the heaving breasts of the blood which moved with each breath that entered the lungs of the blond. She seemed pretty out of it, but after that combo of moves from the Violent Violet...it was hard not to be completely knocked out.

Jessica rolled her over onto her back, and laid herself on top of the blond. The referee was quick to see this as a pin attempt and while the crowd was really not satisfied with what seemed to be leading to a conclusion because of a kick to the Swede's crotch. They didn't have any choice in the matter.

" TWO!!" The referee called out as she slapped her hand down against the mat, the only movement from Belinda was her breathing and small stirrings as she wiggled slightly from left to right underneath Jessica.

Jessica felt the movement. It was not great movement, it was not significant movement, but it was movement. She gritted her teeth. It only started after the count of two, which she reckoned was a good sign. All that fucking ref girl had to do was slap her goddamn hand on the mat one more time. Then vengeance would be hers. That sweet sweet victory was so near that she could almost reach out and taste it.

THREE!

There it was. The victory that she had worked so hard for. Jessica immediately got up and went straight to the ref girl. She could scarcely believe it, even after she had done so much to finally achieve it. The ref girl cowered for a second next to her before she raised her arm in victory. Jessica smiled, which was fairly rare for her. Usually the Violent Violet was a raging ball of mean-spirited anarchy, but tonight she was joyful.

The crowd let their malcontent be known. They liked Belinda, but they scorned Jessica. Jessica was defiant, as she turned her raised hand into a middle finger. Then out came the second. "FUCK YOU!" She screamed at them. They did not seem to be terribly moved.

Belinda had been defeated. It might have been via a lowblow but this was the kind of match where Jessica's use of such tactics was perfectly valid, is still not considered cowardly and cheap by the crowd. Her onslaught of powerful moves had left the Swede dazed, stunned and in a heap on the canvas and it didn't look as if she was going to get up anytime soon.

Winner: Jessica Wright