AV 20 Main Event World Championship - Rebecca Tomko vs. Jessica Wright

Match Type: Standard Match
Stipulation: Rebecca Tomko competes in place of the injured champion Adrian Kytes. If Rebecca loses, Adrian loses the title
Win Conditions: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout

Jessica paused for a moment. Everything up to this had been a big rush. She thought back to sitting in her dad's van as she waited for him to emerge. Even though her dad had lost, she had felt a tingle of excitement that she was not able to shake, which led her all the way to where she was now. In a sense, everything from that moment had been done with energy and haste, as Jessica hurtled through time to make it all the way here. But as she looked at herself in the mirror, she just wanted to pause for a moment. The purple eyes looking back at her in the mirror had seen so much. Highs, and lows. Her winning the hardcore title and retaining it over and over, and her getting stripped and humiliated in the ring. Her going on huge winning streaks that saw her rise to the top of the company, and her getting knocked unconscious.

And now she was here. In the main event. Of the biggest event of the year. For the title belt. For her entire life, she had told herself that this was the only thing that mattered, that this was the culmination of her life's work. She had been to the brink, physically, emotionally, and morally. Everyone knew her history of fighting dirty and doing whatever it took to win, but Jessica had told herself that she had turned over a new leaf. And now, with everything that she had so desperately struggled for within her grasp, that would be put to the test.

It would be more than just that too. The interim champion still had the belt, which was now being held by Rebecca Tomko. Jessica knew a powerful wrestler when she saw one, and Rebecca was nothing if not powerful. There was a trail of bodies in her wake to prove it. Everyone in the arena tonight might not have been able to tell you the exact details, but they would have been more than capable of putting it in broad strokes. Namely, how dominant Rebecca could be in the ring. Jessica could point out some of the finer details though, as she had watched every single one of her matches to look for any sort of game plan. It didn't seem like Rebecca had that many weaknesses, and to make matters worse she was one of the few women at AFW that might be able to outpower her.

But that would not deter Jessica. She stood up from her chair, and walked through the halls of the arena. This was the main event tonight. All of the excitement of the evening came down to this. There could be no more time for pausing, for waiting around. It was time to do or die, to see if all of the work that she had done so far was worth it. She believed in her heart of hearts that she was equal to the task, and now she was going to prove it.

The dark rattle of the banjo blared out over the loudspeaker, and Jessica walked to the steady drum beat. Her purple eyes cast over the crowd. It was easier to consider them not as individuals, but as an amorphous blob of humanity. If they were individuals, that meant that they would not be able to judge her too harshly under the powerful lights of the arena. She looked out at them, with a stern and powerful look on her face to show just how serious she was.

Jessica slid under the bottom rope. The whole way down they were cheering and boosting and hollering at her, but now that she was backing into her corner everything was quiet. She really wanted to just take a moment, but her beating heart would not let her.

Now or never, she thought.

Rebecca was silently lacing up her boots back in the champion's locker room with a stony stare on her face. For all her bluster when Jessica had laid down the challenge, she knew that the Violent Violet was going to be a massive challenge in her duty to keep the world championship firmly in the grasp of the Bullet Club, and no amount of back patting from Libby or the Jackson sisters was going to make this any easier. Jessica was every bit experienced as her in the ring, her triumph in the Hardcore division immediately elevated her to being one of the toughest motherfuckers on the roster, and although she wasn't as big or as strong as the Amazon Enforcer she was probably still capable of throwing the biggest woman on the roster around a fair bit.

"We ready?" Asked Adrian, still bearing a cast and sling around her arm and a neck brace propping up her chin. That was the other thing: in a battle against Jessica, Adrian Kytes had insisted that she was cleared to stand at ringside even if she wasn't cleared for competition yet. If the Violet haired challenger had been a goody-two-shoes then that wouldn't be a problem, but with how unpredictable Jessica could be, she couldn't guarantee the champion's safety no matter what the refs and lawyers said.

Still, she had one job to do tonight and Rebecca was going to do it. It was her second defence as Interim champ and she was going to keep the gold come hell or high water "Yeah," she nodded, slinging the AFW championship over her shoulder "We ready."

As big of a contrast to the banjos as you could get hailed the approach of the Interim champion, slowly making her way down the ramp with Adrian in tow, the injured champ taking time to argue with the crowd while Rebecca locked her glare on one person as she reached up for the ropes, never breaking eye contact as she pulled herself up and in to the ring.

Jessica couldn’t back out now. Rebecca’s music hit the arena, and Jessica knew that she was locked in now. Tonight, one of them would leave as the world champion. Jessica met Rebecca’s glare with her own. There was an electricity between them, as they became partners in fate. Jessica had been steeped in wrestling lore since the moment that she was born, and she felt that right now she had an opportunity to write some history of her own.

All she had to do was win. Against Rebecca Tomko, one of the strongest women in the federation. And probably, the world. Jessica breathed in deeply, and tried to calm her nerves. It didn’t work. The best that she could hope for was that the energy that she was feeling would guide her, and not push her to act recklessly.

But she knew that feeling would not last long. The bell rang, and Jessica tore across the ring. Her long legs meant that she could lope across the ring in only a few strides, at which point she jumped into the air. Both of those long legs were then extended outwards as Jessica went for a missile dropkick aimed at Rebecca’s chest.

Rebecca stood still as a statue when Jessica took off for the opposite ropes without even attempting to go for any lockup, the Violent Violet wasn't the first woman who in the face of the Big Guns of the Bullet Club decided that they needed a full head of steam and she probably wouldn't be the last. Bracing her right arm up, she was fully prepared for Jessica to come barrelling back towards her with an attempt to knock the big woman down.

The Amazon however, was expecting a shoulder block to come flying at her and was planning to meet it with one of her own, not a missile dropkick from Jess' long and powerful legs. Bringing her arm up meant she didn't take the full blow on her chest, but it did send her spinning and stumbling back into the ropes, hooking a massive arm around the top to stop herself from falling over and giving the challenger all the time to spring up to her feet.

Jessica was aware of the arm being up. She knew that it was going to mitigate some of the blow, but she was still going to go through with it. With her body soaring through the air and two legs fully extended, it wasn't like she could stop it now anyway. The impact of her boots meeting Rebecca's powerful body was unlike anything that she had ever experienced. It was something that Jessica was going to remember for the rest of her life, the first blow in a title match. Jessica crashed down to the mat, bouncing up to appraise the situation. Her opponent was using the ropes to hold herself up, but that was the only thing between her and the ground.

Jessica wanted to remove that distance. She barreled forward once more, her boots pounding the canvas as she flung herself into the fray once more. Jessica sent her shoulder and arm forward this time, hoping to nail her opponent with a clothesline. The Violent Violet intended to test the grip that Rebecca had on the ropes, because if she was weak for even a moment, Rebecca would be sent over the ropes and onto the concrete floor.

Jessica had thrown herself into that clothesline with such force as her arm slammed into the amazon's chest, no arm to protect her breasts from the painful impact this time, that the Violent Violet was looking like she was going to go over the top rope as much as Rebecca was, the big woman bending backwards over the top rope as Jessica laid into her.

However, as the giantess felt the impact and weighed down the top rope, what she wasn't doing was going over the top, or off her feet at all. In fact the amazon's boots stayed resolutely glued to the canvas despite the impact. Rebecca forced herself off the ropes with a push and a wince, feeling the effects but standing strong in the face of her foe, giving her a look as if to ask "That it?" before she reached up to grab Jessica by the back of the head, pulling the brawler into a headlock while they were backed into the ropes.

Jessica was gasping. In all of her years as a wrestler, there was never anyone who had withstood the power of her clothesline over the ropes. Every footfall had come at maximum velocity, and her shoulder had jutted forward with unmatchable strength. So she did not know how to deal with the fact that Rebecca had withstood her blow. Her purple eyes turned to face the champion, to look at her making a face at her. The surprise on Jessica's face was plain for the entire world to see, a surprise that bordered on shock.

That state of shock paralyzed the Violent Violet, which allowed Rebecca to clamp a powerful headlock onto Jessica's neck. Jessica grimaced under the strain of Rebecca's powerful muscles. Her hands found that Rebecca had a tight hold on her. Jessica sucked in to mentally prepare herself for whatever was to come.

Even with both wrestler's backs to her as she looked up in the ring, Adrian smirked with satisfaction as Rebecca pushed herself off the ropes long enough to stun Jessica with her pure endurance. It was one thing to look at the wall of muscle that was her girlfriend, it was another to get in the ring and try and break her down so soon after the bell.

The gawping challenger was easy prey for the amazon to snap up in a tight headlock. Biceps almost the size of the challenger's skull pressed her into the big woman's top as Rebecca took the time to shove Jessica against the ropes instead, letting the cables do a lot of the work of holding Jessica in place while she drove her thick thigh up for a heavy knee into the Violent Violet's midsection for her troubles.

Jessica felt the power of Rebecca. The Violent Violet was usually the stronger woman when she stepped into the ring, and she relied on her incredible strength to win her matches. And now, for the first time, Jessica was starting to reckon with the fact that she may not be the most powerful woman in the ring, something she countenanced with utter horror. Rebecca seemed like she would be able to crush coal into diamond.

And then on a much more real level, she learned what those muscles could do. Jessica was surprised when Rebecca shoved her into the ropes, which left her flat footed when the attack game. A sharp knee slammed into her taut abs. Immediately, all of the air that she had in her lungs was ripped from her in one fell swoop. Jessica doubled over, clutching her stomach and trying to recover as best she could.