AV 18 Hardcore Championship - Jessica Wright (c) vs Orboro Scarlett

Preceded by: AV 18 Kyoko Akan vs. Cecilia Northman
Followed by: AV 18 Adrian Kytes vs. Gwendolyn Dupont Bettencourt

Jessica Wright


Vs.

Orboro Scarlett




Match Type: Sadistic madness
Winning conditions: opponent needs to bleed before they are pinned in order to win

Finally, it was Oboro's first PPV appearance, where she would be fighting for a title against a champion, and the title in question was the Hardcore title. Loving the prospect of her carrying the belt after defeating the current champion, Jessica Wright, Oboro was looking forward for this match, which had a stipulation where the opponent needed to bleed first before she could be pinned. The thought of defeating Jessica after leaving her a bloody heap was something that Oboro truly looked forward to.

Soon, Oboro was given a cue to make her entrance, and she would step out to the ramp as her new theme, Desire Looming, was played from the loudspeakers. Clad in her shiny red leotard, the leader of the Khaos Ring walked down the ramp, drawing mixed reactions from the crowd. Making sure to give her own body some emphasis as she walked, she would head over to the ring where the match would be held.

Upon arriving, Oboro would climb up the apron, entering the ring. She would walk inside the ring for a while, doing some light stretches in preparation for the match. Considering that this was a hardcore match where the participants were expected to get injured, Oboro couldn't wait for the match to begin as she looked at the direction of the entrance, waiting for Jessica to show up. She smiled deviously as she would go to her corner, leaning against the turnbuckle while she waited.

Jessica looked down at the ground. It had taken her so long to get here. To Australia. To Avalanche. To the belt around her shoulder. For her entire life, this was all that she dreamed about, ever since she learned how her family name meant shit in the wrestling circles, ever since her first match where she got her ass kicked, ever since she set foot in Japan. And now she had the belt around her shoulder. It was bright and shiny. She looked at it. In that illustrious gold was all of her hopes and dreams, all of her existence. She had been struggling and fighting for that belt her whole life, and tonight it was going to be on the line.

Against Oboro, no less. It was only later that she learned the name of her tormentor. She should have left the parking garage victorious, with her head held high, but instead she was basically kidnapped. All at the hands of Oboro. The woman arrived when Jessica called her name out, and initially she was a little bit fearful. Scenes of that evening played in her head over and over again, and not even her friend River could console her. She took some heart in the fact that tonight it was just going to be her vs. her opponent.

Just like it had always been. Jessica vs. the woman in front of her. Jessica vs. the women in front of her. Jessica vs. the world. She stood up, and exited the locker room. Tonight was going to be a hell of a fight. Despite all of her boasts, she knew that. Oboro was a tough lady, and she had a mean streak a mile wide. But Jessica was no slouch herself. After all, she was the one with the belt, not Oboro.

She marched through the hallways. The second her harrowing music started playing she started down to the ring. Never did her eyes waver from Oboro. She jumped into the ring, and held her belt high. The roar of the crowd was undeniable. They wanted blood, and Jessica was going to give it to them. One way or another.

"Are you ready to fucking die?" She asked, her purple eyes still glowering at Oboro. Even as she handed her belt to the ref, she kept glaring at Oboro.

Oboro watched as Jessica made her way down the ramp, heading over to the ring, bringing her title belt over her shoulder. An amused smirk remained on Oboro's wickedly beautiful face as she waited for her to enter the ring. Crossing her arms under her ample chest, she watched as Jessica made it into the ring. Then, she heard her words, and Oboro responded to that with a chuckle.

"Die? Girl, you don't even know how it felt to be half dead..." Oboro retorted as she matched Jessica's seething glare with her amused smirk. "Though I suppose I can teach you about things worse than death. Hope you're ready..." Seeing Jessica handing the belt for the title, Oboro would prepare herself for the match.

The referee was there just to determine the winner of this match. There would be no rules restricting both Oboro and Jessica, just like what the leader of Khaos Ring wanted. Oboro would wait for the match to start, and she could hardly wait for it. The moment the bell rang, she planned to quickly closed in and start hammering Jessica with punches to her face.

Oboro smirked. That was probably not a good sign. Usually when Jessica issued threats like that, the effect would be not only immediate but would be stunning. Jessica was a woman who was known to make good on her threats, but Oboro had called her bet. Jessica's fist clenched. Soon the match would start, and both women would be off to the races. Her opponent had proved herself more than up to the challenge.

And as soon as the bell rung, she more than proved it. Immediately the leader of Khaos Ring tore across the canvas and leveled a punch at Jessica's head. It occurred to her that she should probably engage in some defense, but she had not come all the way to Australia to play it safe. Oboro's punch hit home, causing Jessica to stumble back a little bit. Her eyes watered.

But she was determined to give it just as good as she got it. She came roaring back and launched a punch directly at Oboro's face, going for revenge.

Oboro's face smashed the side of Jessica's face, and she smirked. But she knew that Jessica wouldn't be the one to just take a hit without hitting back, so as soon as she landed the hit, the Violent Violet retaliated by throwing her own punch at her, smashing Oboro's face with her fist, causing her to stumble back a bit.

Shaking her head as she felt the stinging sensation on her cheek, Oboro would quickly regain her footing as she would focus on her opponent before her. She would throw all sort of reservations out of window as she would then close in towards Jessica, looking to grab her at her violet hair so that she could start hammering her face with her forearm repeatedly.

Jessica, still smarting from the pain that Oboro had leant her, felt a sense of relief when her blow hit home. Oboro had the sort of face that Jessica just wanted to smash, although that could be said for around 95% of the human population of the world. But this was her finally channeling her anger that she had built up for so long into something constructive. A wicked smile spread across her face as she watched Oboro stumble backwards. That little head shake was all of the proof that she needed that she was on the right path.

And then Oboro had to go and ruin her fun. Her purple hair was grabbed, and then Oboro had to go and double up by repeatedly smashing her head with her forearm. Jessica was flustered for a second, trying to figure out exactly how to react to this effective attack.

Jessica had to throw together some sort of defense. She latched onto Oboro and tried to drag her to the ground using the power of gravity and the power in her muscles. Hopefully that would make this woman pay, at least a little bit.

Grabbing at Jessica's violet hair and smashing her face with forearm smashes repeatedly, Oboro would make sure to not give her opponent any chance to retaliate, though the hardcore champion still managed to do just that as she went to latch onto Oboro's body before she dragged her to the ground. Unable to maintain her balance, Oboro was brought down onto the mat and grunted as her body hit the canvas.

"Urgh!" Now that she was on the ground, she lost her grip on Jessica's hair, but she would not make it her excuse to not continue with her assault as she would then try to smash her fist at that face of her opponent even though she was on her back. Still, due to her position, it would be difficult to accomplish such a thing, and she would need some time to think of her next move.

Jessica had done more graceful moves in her life. There was something to be said for flying off of the top rope or executing some intricate slam. That being said, there was also some merit in doing whatever it takes to bring your opponent down to the ground. Sure enough, Jessica managed by hook and by crook to ensure that both of them were now gracing the mat. Oboro was still throwing punches, even after all of that.

The Violent Violet would have to teach her what was what. If she were quick enough, she would be able to secure a mount. And from there, she would send punch after punch down at Oboro, not really caring where her blows landed.

Due to her position, Oboro was unable to land a solid hit on Jessica, who proceeded to mount her. Then, the violet-haired woman went to deliver a barrage of punches at her, and Oboro was forced to bring up her arms, blocking a few of those strikes, but some of them managed to hit her at her face and upper chest.

Grunting as she tried her best to block more of those attacks, Oboro would try to bridge her body up before attempting to throw Jessica off of her. She knew how strong this woman was, and letting her do whatever as she pleased would bring nothing but trouble for her.