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

Of all the threats Oboro could have made, she made that one. Jessica did not really want to experience what that was like, and the mental image gave her pause. She was doing her best not to show that the promise affected her much, but damn, what a thing to say. Jessica scoffed, and wiped her mouth. "You're going to be lucky if they have enough of you left to put in a fucking vase." Jessica's low growl rumbled across the canvas, and the malevolence with which she spoke shone in her violet eyes. Oboro was wounded, but she was not going to be suffering forever. Time for talk was over.

Time for action had begun. The Violent Violet tore across the ring, closing the distance between them as quickly as she could. When she got close, she would attempt to pull and cajole and finesse her hated opponent closer to where she had laid the tacks. It would be something that she would have to feel out, as she would be flying blind with an angry and strong woman in her arms, but as soon as she felt she was near the tacks, she would turn and go for a belly-to-belly suplex straight into them!

Oboro could tell that her words earlier managed to catch Jessica off-guard, and she smirked, knowing that the Violent Violet wasn't exactly unflappable. But then, she saw Jessica closing in, and Oboro would prepare herself for what to come.

The current hardcore champion went to grab her and tried to pull her closer to where she had poured down the tacks earlier. Grunting, Oboro's boots skidded against the canvas as she tried to resist her opponent's pull, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to resist this forever as she was drawn closer and closer to the tacks.

So, when they were already close to the tacks, Oboro could feel the shift that Jessica's made in her grip on her, and she would try to act fast by attempting to bring her right hand onto her opponent's face right at her eyes, hitting her with an eye-rake!

Jessica was a focused woman. Even with Oboro in her arms as if they were lovers, Jessica was looking down at the mat. Or more appropriately, at the tacks. Her mind's eye was salivating at the prospect of hearing Oboro howl in pain after being slammed into those tiny sharp bits of metal. They were making progress, thanks to Jessica's power, but the grand finale could not come quickly enough in Jessica's estimation.

She took her eye off the ball. That was a mistake. With a dangerous Oboro so close, you had to focus on the crazed woman in red. Something painful went across her eyes, causing Jessica to drop Oboro and stagger back, clutching her eyes in pain.

"You fucking bitch," she growled.

Oboro managed to catch Jessica off-guard with her eye-rake, and after being released, Oboro decided that she might as well take advantage of the fact that they were close to the tacks on the mat. While Jessica was reeling from the eye-rake, Oboro would go and grab her, looking to guide her towards the tacks before lifting her up before slamming her back first into the tacks with a body slam.

Oboro was certain that this would end quite bloodily if she managed to slam Jessica back first into the tacks. She was certainly looking forward to hear the scream of pain from the hardcore champion so that she could work on her some more after this. She could tell that there were some tacks already embedded into her boots, but she ignored that for now as she focused on her opponent.

Jessica grabbed Oboro when she grabbed her. The woman who had nearly violently fucked Jessica was pushing her towards the tacks that she had laid out, and Jessica was losing ground with every step of the way. Oboro's body was hardened in her hands, and she grabbed for anything that she could get a grip on her opponent. Both of them were sweating so much, but Jessica was desperate not to wind up with a bunch of tacks in her back. Especially after she worked so hard to get them there. And now the moment of truth was coming and Jessica was going to have to dig in deep.

The second that she felt Oboro trying to pick her up, she got her body weight as low as possible. She did not want to get thrown, not at all. But that was not where it stopped. Jessica would use her strength to attempt to shove her hated opponent away from her!

Oboro was about to pick Jessica up and throw her down into the mat and the tacks, but Jessica resisted her, and she was unable to do so, forcing Oboro to think of another way to drop her opponent back first onto the tacks. But before she could do anything, Jessica shoved her away from her, and Oboro staggered a few steps back.

"What's the matter?" Oboro asked, smirking at Jessica. "You seemed eager to put me onto those tacks. You don't like it when that happens to you?" Oboro taunted her opponent as she would maintain her distance between herself and the current hardcore champion as she would think of her next move while she carefully observed the Violent Violet.

Jessica threw her arms wide. There was a distance between her and Oboro now, literally but not spiritually. They were two kindred women in all reality, scrapping and brutalizing and fighting as if there were no tomorrow for as long as they had known each other. And now they were here, pitted against each other in the most savage and visceral way, with one of them most likely leaving on a stretcher. The tight muscles Jessica flexed as she brought her arms wide were there to prove that it would not be her.

"Just the tacks? Your imagination is limited. I am going to throw you onto the tacks, then hit you over the head with a baseball bat, then strip you and leave nothing but a fucking corpse." Jessica's words were coming out rapid fire. "And you are going to regret the day that you ever stepped into a ring with me. Swear on your fucking life."

If anything, Oboro had to admire Jessica's guts. It was rare to see such woman these days, but Oboro wasn't one of those soft-minded women either. She built herself up from nothing and made herself the way she was today. Jessica could gloat about her murdering her opponent anytime she wanted, but Oboro had gone through a lot that could have broken lesser women if they were in her place.

"Oh please... you're just a child," Oboro said, dismissing Jessica's words. "You know nothing about violence. Your kiddy scare tactic won't work on me..." She smirked. "But I know lots of things about violence, and I will gladly demonstrate that to you." With tacks surrounding them, Oboro's mind would start racing as she tried to come up with a way to make use of them and show her opponent that she wasn't one to be underestimated, especially by a whelp like her.

Jessica moved forward, slowly, surely. She was ignoring what Oboro was saying. Jessica was young, especially for a wrestler, but she was far from a child. For as long as she could walk she had been in a wrestling ring and she wanted to show off all her prowess now. Any sudden moves before the climax were likely to send Oboro skittering off, and that would not be conducive to sending her opponent into the tacks. No, Jessica needed to be methodical in her approach.

She grabbed at Oboro and attempted to drag her over to the tacks. Jessica was a strong woman, and was bringing all of that power to bear now with such a big fish on the line. If she could get her opponent closer, she would then attempt to hip toss her into the tacks!

Oboro saw that Jessica was unaffected by her words, and soon, the two of them were locked up. She tried to resist being dragged over towards the tacks, but the younger wrestler had proven herself to be more superior than her in terms of physical strength. She gritted her teeth, hoping to at least keep her feet planted on the mat to prevent herself from being thrown onto the tacks.

But it wasn't enough to stop Jessica from hip tossing her towards the tacks, and for a while, she felt weightless as she was flipped over before landing back first onto those sharp objects. Oboro's eyes widened as she bit back her scream. "Hrghhhh!!!" Some of those tacks stuck on her back, and she tried to minimize the damage by not writhing too much, but she knew that in order to get back up, she needed to push herself up, and she might have to get more of those tacks on her body.

She tried her best to resist the pain, but it was clear how painful it was, judging from her expression.