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

Jessica snickered a bit. Finally, after all this time, she had finally made Oboro bleed. The red-clad woman would not be bleeding to the extent that she wanted her to, but she knew that she was going to start seeing some red in the very near future. And Jessica knew that when it rained, it poured. She was going to do everything that she could to see more of it until her near endless bloodlust was sated with a victory.

Seeing Oboro writhing in pain, Jessica moved forward to make it worse. She took a step forward. Some of the tacks would surely get through the soles of her boot into her foot, but that didn't matter right now. The only thing that mattered was causing as much pain to this woman as she could possibly do in the current moment, a fact that was made clear by a stomp that sliced through the air with tremendous power.

"Fuck you," she hollered as she aimed for where most of the tacks were.

Oboro tried to minimize the damage as some tacks were stuck on her body. She wasn't a stranger to such a thing, but it didn't mean it didn't hurt like hell. As she focused on trying to reduce the damage, she saw Jessica coming closer, and she was unable to defend herself as the current hardcore champion went to stomp at the part of her body that got the most of the tacks, and it was enough to cause her blood to trickle onto the mat.

"AARGHHH!!!!"

Oboro let out a scream of pain after taking the stomp. At this point, she needed to get away from her opponent, so she would try to move herself away from Jessica, focusing on distancing herself from her so that she could focus on her recovery. She needed that in order to fight back, but with the tacks goring into her flesh, focusing was a really hard thing to do.

Jessica stood to the side after she stomped her opponent. The Violent Violet relished in Oboro's scream. She hated the woman. Not only for what she represented, which was as a threat to her throne at the top of the hardcore heap, but as a woman who had nearly violated her. And she was going to enjoy every second of this woman in pain. But that was not enough. There was no hell that Jessica would not send her to. She saw Oboro moving away from her, and took a step forward. The tacks which she had just so splendidly laid out crunched under her boot as she advanced on Oboro with murder in mind.

As soon as she thought that she was in range, she reached down and grabbed at Oboro, and attempted to lift her up into the air. She would get Oboro's head under her armpit and then grab at the woman's waist. She was going for a delayed vertical suplex, or a Fujita Five as she called it. And if she fell into the tacks, well, that may not be so bad. If she got Oboro to scream in pain again, that is.

Oboro tried to move herself away from Jessica, but the current hardcore champion already closed in and grabbed her by her head. Still in the midst of recovering, Oboro couldn't fight back as Jessica brought her back up onto her feet before she was put into a front facelock. The mat was already decorated by the color of her blood thanks to her being pierced by the tacks, and this time, Jessica seemed to plan to bring her back down onto the tacks again as she hoisted Oboro up, setting up for a delayed vertical suplex.

Oboro was held upside down, and her blood started rushing to her skull, leaving her unable to keep track on time. Soon, Jessica brought her down with her move, Fujita Five, and she ended up landing back first onto the tacks. Her eyes widened as more tacks pierced through her skin, and she let out a bloodcurdling scream. "AAARGHHHHH!!!!" She tried her best to keep herself from getting more tacks, but it seemed that things had gotten even direr for her, and this left her a vulnerable target to the champion.

Jessica rose up. She was standing over Oboro now, her hands balled into fists. It was time to go for the kill, and Jessica knew that. But this was a hardcore match, so it couldn't end with a simple pin. No, it had to be spectacular. Anything less than that was an affront to the title which she held so dear. She let down a series of hellacious stomps on her opponent, hoping to keep the woman more still than she already was. The Fujita Five had earned her some time, but the Violent Violet did not want to take any chances, especially not on a stage like this where fortunes could change in an instant.

As soon as the last one came down, Jessica dashed to the side of the ring. She was slowed by fatigue and pain, and hurried by her rampant bloodlust. The Violent Violet slipped under the bottom rope and started feeling under the ring. She grabbed a table and threw it over the top rope. It landed next to Oboro without hitting her, which Jessica thought was a shame. She soon followed the table however, and glared at her opponent.

"You know what wood tastes like?" She glowered.

Oboro was in great pain thanks to Jessica's move earlier, as well as the tacks piercing through her skin. From the look of it, it seemed that Jessica was planning to use something which was placed under the ring, and Oboro decided to take this opportunity to get back up as quickly possible, but as she tried to push herself up, she pressed her palms against the canvas littered with tacks, and she hissed when she felt some of them piercing her palms.

Hindered by the tacks, she would try to clear the tacks from in front of her so that she could get back up. But, before she could push herself back up onto her feet, Jessica had already entered the ring, bringing a table with her. Growling, Oboro would quickly try to get herself back up despite the tacks. Still, her progress was rather slow, which would allow Jessica to make her move before her, putting her in quite a disadvantage.

Jessica saw that Oboro was moving, and knew that she had to act quickly. She tossed the table to the side for a moment, recognizing that she could come back to it when the time was right for it. The moment called for incapacitating this woman until she was docile enough to be sent through the table, and if Oboro was standing, that was unacceptable. Jessica charged forward and moved to assault the woman who had beleaguered her so.

Jessica's footfalls came down heavy as she surged towards her opponent. She was going for a quick punch to Oboro's gut, then would follow that up with a belly to belly suplex that would rock the ring if she were able to pull it off. The prospect of sending this woman through a table filled Jessica with adrenaline, and she was going to act on every last drop of the hormone that was now coursing through her veins.

Oboro tried to get up, but it seemed that Jessica saw what she was doing, and the champion seemed determined to incapacitate her as she left the table aside for the time being before going towards her. As Oboro was about to straighten herself up, Jessica moved towards her and threw a punch right into her belly, and her eyes widened as air was forcefully expelled out of her lungs. "GOAGHHH!!!" Left momentarily breathless, Oboro was then held by Jessica before she was thrown over with a belly-to-belly suplex, her body crashing onto the floor, shaking the ring.

"AARGGHHH!!!"

Oboro let out a scream of pain as she landed on the tacks. The canvas seemed to have been colored with her blood, and there was desperation on her face as she struggled to keep her composure despite the great pain that she was currently experiencing. She was in great disadvantage at the moment, and she knew that her opponent would savor this moment before she could go for the win. She was aware that the current hardcore champion was determined to destroy her completely before finally grabbing her victory, and Oboro needed to make sure that would never happen.

Jessica felt some of the thumbtacks push into her hands, and winced. The tacks, sharp and pointy, provided a delightful contrast to Oboro's skin. Her weight was all on Oboro now, but the sudden downward force of the suplex was sure to have been far worse. She lingered there for a second, wanting Oboro to feel how heavy she was on top. Wanting Oboro to feel the literal weight of what she had done to Jessica in the past. Her purple hair fell down at her sides as she looked straight into Oboro. The Violent Violet wanted to see the pain she had caused written across this woman's face, and know that she was the cause.

But this was far from over. There would be sweeter moments to savor soon, once Jessica reconfirmed that she was the rightful owner of the belt. Her thoughts turned back to the table, but she abandoned that thought. Oboro was a tough nut to crack, and Jessica was ready to hammer her some more. The Violent Violet pushed herself up using Oboro as leverage, and then pulled her opponent up alongside her.

She would take a step back and then launch herself forward, going for a missile dropkick to send Oboro sprawling out. When she extended her legs, she extended them with all the force that she could muster. Given how much she squatted, that was quite a lot.

Oboro was wounded, but she wasn't quite defeated yet. The pain kept her going, and she would make sure that whatever Jessica was planned, it wouldn't come to pass. Grunting, she would try to push herself back up despite all the tacks embedded in her flesh. She had a vicious grimace on her face, as if promising a violent retribution to the hardcore champion.

But as soon as she rose back up onto her feet, Jessica made her move, launching a missile dropkick right at her, and the sheer force of the kick sent her back down onto the mat, and she got more tacks on her body, causing her to scream out in pain. Not only that, the dropkick was also quite powerful that it took quite a lot out of her when she took the hit. And at the moment, she was left under the mercy of Jessica, who would surely savor this very moment.