Jessica Wright vs. Macky Ueto

Opportunity. That was it. That is why Jessica didn't have the belt around her lovely hips at the moment. Not because she didn't take it when she had it, but because she wasn't given it. Opportunity. It could mean so much to so many people. Here it meant that Jessica was too damn mad to really prepare for the flying knee that was about to hit her shoulder.

When the knee collided, Jessica spun and fell. With Macky's momentum, it felt like a garbage truck ran into her and she groaned in pain as she bounced down onto the mat.

Macky laid on top Jessica for the moment, but slowly climbed up the big girl. She pushed a hand into Jessica's chest just to stabilize herself as she mounted the violet haired woman. Then, with a grin, she reached for Jessica's hair and tried to grip it tightly so that she could hold Jessica's head in place while her other fist cocked back.

Macky had a big grin on her face as she tried to launch hard shots down into the violet's head.

Jessica's face screwed with concentration and pain as her hair was pulled back. Her pretty face was in the perfect place for Macky to beat the shit out of it. And beat the shit out of it she did. The first two licks made her feel fairly woozy and the sickening crunches they made forced Jessica to wonder if the former angel broke some bone in her face. The punches were certainly enough to get her feeling very woozy.

The third shot nearly proved to be too much. She found herself reconciling herself to the darkness before she made a bid to free herself of this red menace. Her hands were still free, and she shot one of them up, trying to catch Macky in the jaw with an unexpected and powerful uppercut.

"Guuuh..."

Macky's jaw snapped to the side, along with some spit as her head tilted from the punch. She slumped off of Jessica and rubbed her jaw, twisting it back and forth as she made sure it was still hinged. She then grinned and chortled loudly, her big chest rumbling as she did.

"Ha Ha Ha!" She said and rolled away from Jessica a bit, slowly standing up while still holding her jaw. "See! This is fun!" She mused. She held her free fist up and shook it at Jessica. "Beating the crap out of each other! Ha Ha Ha! C'mon! Get up!" Macky barked.

Jessica did as she was ordered. Not because of what Macky said but entirely of her own will. The multiple shots to the head made her a bit more out of it than she needed to be for the match, but Jessica had to press on. Despite the ringing residual pain, she had to keep going forward. The pain was considerable, and so was her desire to win. Jessica rose up, slowly. Her opponent was still laughing.

"I'm not a fucking joke." Her voice was acid, filled with acerbic intent. "This is not a fucking joke." She crouched into her stance. Her muscles, in spite of the nearly overwhelming pain, demanded movement and action for her. She was happy to provide both. "This is not fun." She lied of course. Getting hit was not fun, but winning, that was positively delightful. Jessica inched forward and shot her leg upwards and forwards in a high kick. If she were lucky, her ruby red wrestling boot would collide with the side of Macky's head.

Macky's eyes sparkled as Jessica rose. The girl's misunderstanding of Macky's laughter was in itself amusing to Macky, who lived for heated exchanges between two powerful women.

As Jessica rose, Macky lifted her arms up high above her head, intent on bringing them down against the big girl in a double axe handle. However, Jessica's big boot had the longer reach and it snapped against Macky's jaw, sending her collapsing back to the mat with a groan as she stared up at the blinding arena lights.

There were two hands above Macky's head and that gave Jessica even more impetus to kick her in the jaw. She shivered at that thought of an axehandle slam coming down on her head especially from a girl as strong as Macky. Luckily, none such event came to pass. The kick came off nice and clean and Macky was on the mat.

The Violent Violet hadn't really had a chance to show off her strength yet. Not the way she wanted to. Jessica prayed that Macky would be hurt enough to pull this move off, because if she was, this would be truly spectacular. She seized the fallen angel and attempted to lift her clean over her head in a gorilla press. From there, it was a long way down...

Macky groaned. The hard kick had left her pretty dazed. She only saw Jessica as a shadow that blocked the lights of the arena as she leaned over her. When she felt the girl try and pull her up, she grunted but didn't resist too much until she was hoisted up in the Gorilla press.

Even she knew that once she was up there, struggling would only prove to have the same result as if Jessica dropped her, so she remained still and tried to brace herself mentally and physically for the impact that was coming.

Jessica was strong enough to not waver. Macky was a strong girl and therefore quite heavy, but Jessica was stronger. In this moment, with the fallen angel far above her head, she felt undeniably, unbroachably, unreasonably strong. Lightbulbs flashed for the split second that Jessica left her up there.

Even more flashed when Jessica brought her down. The Violent Violet tried to position so that the small of Macky's back came down right on her knee. This would be the backbreaker to end all backbreakers...

Macky knew she was going to fall. However, she was definitely not expecting to crash into Jessica's knee. Unprepared for the brutal attack, even the sturdy formal angel cried out in horrible pain.

"Yaaaaaahhhhh!"

Her eyes widened as she was bent over Jessica's knee for a brief moment before flopping to the canvas, writhing as she was still left bent, reaching behind her back to paw futilely at her aching spine.