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

The malevolence with which Jessica flung her fists down at her opponent was atavistic in its brutality, unbridled in its fury, and boundless in its energy. Oboro had defended herself. Jessica didn't really care. Her arms pumped like pistons of some terrible and infernal engine, causing as much destruction as she possibly could in as short of a time as she possibly could. There was no joy in Jessica's face as she went through with her bloody task.

But it was not to last. Oboro arched her back. Jessica was so committed to the simple act of violence that she was totally unprepared to assess her own situation. Jessica pitched forward and stayed her fall with her hand. Instead of opting to turn and try to reassume the position, she rolled forward to try and get some distance. Not undeterred, she rose from the canvas, and prepared herself to begin anew.

Oboro managed to get Jessica off of her by bridging herself, but the punches that she took from her opponent left quite an impact on her. Grunting as she grimaced, she would roll herself over onto her front, pushing herself back up onto her hands and knees while keeping her eyes on the Violent Violet. From those strikes, she could tell what a dangerous adversary Jessica was, and she knew that sooner or later, one of those strikes would end up drawing blood.

Still, it's not like Oboro herself wasn't a hard-hitter either, so together with Jessica, she would rise back up onto her feet. Her eyes kept focusing on the woman before her as her mind started racing on what to do. This time, she would begin gauging her opponent, taking a more traditional wrestling stance as she would bring up both her hands before slowly closing in, looking to lock up with Jessica in a grapple, hoping that she could overpower her with her grappling prowess.

The first act was over. Jessica was not fortunate enough to draw blood yet, but she knew that it was going to come sooner or later, with her preference being sooner. It was never going to be that easy. She was going to see that crimson, she knew it, but she was going to have to earn it. A woman such as Oboro was not going to leak easy, and pinning this woman for a three count was going to be even more difficult. So Jessica tightened up and got ready.

It looked like Oboro was going for a lock up, and Jessica was happy to oblige. She moved forward, neither in haste nor dallying, and met Oboro where she stood. The Violent Violet began pushing her lovely opponent, eager to show this woman who the stronger of the pair was!

Both red-clad women locked up in a grapple, and for the first few seconds, the two of them were evenly matched. But then, Oboro found herself being slowly pushed back by her opponent, who displayed quite a tremendous strength. Oboro's own strength itself was not to be scoffed at, which made Jessica even more impressive.

But brute force wasn't everything, and Oboro planned to show it to her opponent that while Jessica might be physically stronger than her, she was more gifted than her in terms of skills and experience. Trying to plant her feet on the mat in order to resist being pushed back, Oboro would try freeing one of her hands so that she could attempt hooking her arm around Jessica's neck, looking to pull her head down so that she could trap her in some kind of headlock.

Jessica was a focused woman. It had required an extreme amount of perseverance, work, and effort to get herself the belt, and now that she had it she was dialed in like a laser. So all of her energy was pointing forward at the woman who had nearly had Jessica against Jessica's will. Her face was a ruddy color of red as she pushed and pushed and pushed, trying to get the best of her opponent for the evening.

And then something very strange happened. Oboro planted her feet. Jessica felt that she had the impetus to surge forward and completely knock Oboro off her feet, and did so. But Oboro used her momentum against her by cunningly twisting and getting Jessica in a headlock. The sudden counter totally took Jessica by surprise.

Now trapping Jessica in a headlock, Oboro was looking to press on with her advantage, wrenching at her head in order to weaken her. Her main objective here was to make sure that the first requirement in this match was met, namely drawing blood from her opponent before she could go for a pinfall attempt, but she needed to make sure that her opponent was weakened first before she could accomplish that.

Keeping her arm around Jessica's head, Oboro would then try to shift her weight so that she could attempt to bring Jessica down onto the mat while still keeping her hold around her head, doing a headlock takedown. Oboro considered this move to be some kind of prelude for what to come, a testament of her strength and skill that she wanted to show to Jessica. Just a little mind game that she would like to play with the current champion to mess with her head for a bit.

Oboro had a hold on her like a vice grip. Previously, she had become acquainted with a woman from Oboro's crew who looked to be the size of a giant, with matching muscles. Jessica would have previously wagered that she was the strongest among that ilk, but Oboro was proving herself to be quite the contender for that crown. The Violent Violet tried to push herself away, but found no luck in that particular endeavor.

And as was inevitable, it was going to get worse. Oboro dropped her to the ground, causing a spike of pain to shoot through her head. Jessica grunted as she was acquainted with the canvas and Oboro's arm, and redoubled her efforts to get out of the headlock. However that ended up, it was not going to be favorable for her. So Jessica was going to scratch and shove and pull until she was free.

Taking Jessica down with the headlock takedown, Oboro chuckled darkly as she would keep her hold around her opponent's head. She was clearly enjoying her superiority over her opponent at the moment as she would squeeze her head while the two of them were on the mat. But her goal here wasn't to weaken Jessica with her hold, but to make sure that she could draw some blood from her. Licking her lips, she decided to do exactly that as she would bring her other hand onto Jessica's face.

"How pitiful..." Oboro said as she would dig her nails into Jessica's cheek before dragging them up, clawing her face with her fingers. It might not draw blood from her opponent, but this should be able to make some nasty gashes on her cheek. "You believe you can stand against me, little girl?" Oboro asked as she would repeat the same step, clawing on Jessica's face with her nails.

Jessica was gripping Oboro's wrist now, doing what she could to spring herself free. The Violent Violet relied on her immense strength quite often, but it looked like it was failing her now. She cursed as she tugged, draining her own stamina in the process. Jessica wished there was some way out of this, and fortunately or unfortunately, Oboro was there on the spot, granting Jessica her wish. The Violent Violet rose, as she was given no choice, and mentally prepared herself for whatever fate was to become her. She saw the hand approaching, but it was already too late. The Violent Violet only got to Oboro's wrist after it had already met her face.

Jessica cried out as Oboro clawed her face. The nails raked across her face. In another situation, she imagined that Oboro might be going for her eyes. But the conditions of the match dictated that someone had to see blood first. Jessica did not know whether or not she was bleeding, but she imagined she would soon find out. The more pressing concern revolved around the fact that she was tired of being in this damn headlock, so she wrapped her hands around Oboro's waist, and lifted her up and over for a slam!

Still trapping Jessica in the headlock and clawing at her face, Oboro was enjoying herself hurting the hardcore champion, but the violet-haired woman was still lively enough that she managed to lift her up and over in a slam. She winced when she was thrown down, losing her hold at the same time.

But, one single slam wasn't enough to take her out as she would roll herself over onto her hands and knees before pushing herself back up onto her feet and getting herself back up onto her feet. She wasn't sure whether she was able to draw some blood out of her opponent, and even if she did, it wouldn't be satisfying enough for her. She needed to do more, and there were a lot of things she had in store for her opponent next.