Jessica Wright vs. Aisha Love

Her opponent grabbed the rope. She lacked the steam to get up under her own power, which Jessica took as a good sign. The match had only been on for a few minutes and the woman could not get up under her own power, which gave Jessica the impetus to be an even bigger bitch. "Don't fucking lie to yourself. I am going to pancake you until you are nothing but fuckin-WHOA!"

Jessica had severely underestimated her opponent. As she was bragging and being an asshole, her opponent was moving, as she should have done. For her troubles, Jessica was hit by an awfully impressive clothesline that sent her flying back down to the mat, where she bounced once before coming to a stop. Aisha could bring the hammer down when she wanted to, as it turned out.

Aisha wasn't one to give up easy, saving her strength for the right opportunity to strike and lash out. Just enough to turn a match around or catch an opponent off-guard. However it was always at a cost and Aisha had to be careful, already she could feel some pain developing in spots she really didn't like for them to be having at.

Shaking her arm out, the pinkette decided to use some of her natural finesse and athleticism to run towards the rope, rebounding off them and perform a running moonsault on the grounded Violet.

Jessica took her fist big bump of the night. Aisha got herself going and had enough momentum to knock her flat, but not keep her flat. With a groan, she began to roll over and get herself halfway up, to her hands and knees. Her mind raced with all of the ways she could get back at this little priss and knock her out.

But then, she dealt with a knock of her own. She was not looking, and even if she was looking there was only so much she could have done. Aisha slammed into her hard, and Jessica flattened again, this time, face first. She moaned.

She gritted her teeth and was pleasantly rewarded, landing squarely on Jessica, the moonsault landing in a good show of her athleticism and showmanship. If anything, Aisha was always the showman, managing to entertain the crowd with gusto. She rolled forward and stood back on her feet, saluting the audience with a bow.

From there, she would take things further, moving to take to the ring post. She would climb with a little bit of a stumble and get up to the top. However such was costly and found the activity somewhat tiring. Part of the risk involved in her strategy against this rather strong woman. If she managed to get up without being attacked, she would get, waiting for her opponent to get up before doing a from the top rope hurricarana.

Jessica was not going to stay down for long. She would not allow herself to, against such an opponent. On her face, all it took was one not-so-quick push up to get up. Unfortunately, when she got up, she was a bit disoriented. Her ego would not allow her to believe that such a thing could happen, while her body was in tons of pain. The ache going through her back delayed her thought pattern as she searched for her opponent.

She turned just in time to have Aisha's graceful flying move hit her at full force. The Violent Violet flew down to the ground and landed with a groan. She could not recall the last time she had faced a high flyer, and she did not regret fighting a flying woman for some time. Jessica pondered on that as she lay face up, in tons of pain.

There was still some copper taste in her mouth but all things considered, she had managed to turn the tables and couldn't say she wasn't proud of herself. She took some time to show off to the fans, wiggling her butt a little. The fans cheered her on as she looked back at the downed Jessica, "Hmm not so tough now aren't cha, still think I can't compete?"

Running towards the ropes she went in for a leg drop, determined to wear her down more and more.

Jessica was a bulldozer. Once she was in motion, she was nigh impossible to stop with human hands. But if she were still, it was going to take a massive engine to get her going. The massive engine was not going at the moment, and Jessica was not entirely sure why. Pain, that was an easy one. Shock, for sure. Hell, she did not think she was quite mad enough to take her game to the next level. Whatever it was, Jessica was down.

And with the leg drop, Jessica was staying down. The air rushed from her lungs as the kick slammed into her gut. The Violent Violet tried to roll over, as if that would spare her any pain.

A little unorthodox of her, Aisha went for instead of a pin a submission move, rolling the downed violet and hooking sitting a top her before hooking one leg into a half Boston crab, pulling hard on the leg as to try and wear her down more, not think such opponent would go down so easily. If not make her submit, wearing her down enough would surely do the trick. Although, even with Aisha sitting a top her, there wasn't as much weight on Aisha sitting a top Jessica.

Aisha was quick. In her movements, in her pacing. And Jessica was slow, in her actions, and usually methodical. There was nothing methodical about having your leg bent upwards in a half Boston Crab, however. Jessica gritted her teeth with pain and tried to outlast. The weight on her back was not that considerable, and Aisha was not pulling as hard as humanly possible.

Which is exactly what Jessica would have done. Jessica balled her fists. There was a way to get out of this. It was going to require copious amounts of strength, but if there was anyone in the world who had the self-confidence to pull it off, it was Jessica. Summoning forth all her power, Jessica tried to snap her leg down, launch Aisha forward, and get her off of Jessica.

Aisha held the Violet woman's leg, pulling hard as she could in order to try and make her submit, but yet nothing seemed to work against her. She tried to grab the other leg, to go into a full crab, but before she even could try, she was thrown forward harshly by the strength Jessica had, surprised that even after the beating she had sustained she was still able to kick out. The tumble disoriented her, falling into the ropes.