Jessica Wright vs. Danika Gorski

Jessica back was contorted upwards and blood now ran freely down her face. What should have been a ringing victory was marred by Taylor fucking Parker. Who did she think she was? The fucking heel wrangler? That was one of the last few thoughts that shot through Jessica's mind as she began succumbing to the darkness.

The Violent Violet tried to fight it as best she could but she knew the struggle would become entirely fruitless. A few more seconds and she would be knocked out...

Taylor could feel Jessica slipping away, but she didn't let up. She leaned her head closer to her ear, to make sure she could hear.

"She was nineteen," she hissed through her teeth.

As soon as the purple-haired heel was out, Taylor untangled the chain from her neck and stood up. Only then did she allow herself to pay attention to Danika, Jessica's poor, demolished opponent. She walked to her and knelt down next to her.

"Hey," she said softly, and placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. "I got you. Don't worry."

She drew a deep breath, and then rolled the girl over onto her stomach and pulled her up from the mat into a fireman's carry. With Danika draped across her shoulders, holding her wrist and her leg, Taylor started the march back up the ramp.

With the adrenaline pumping in her veins, she wasn't worried about getting tired. She drew even, measured breaths and put one foot in front of the other all the way up the ramp, and began running through all the possible scenarios in her head for when Jessica and the coalition inevitably retaliated.

Jessica's descent into the darkness was a quick and quiet one. She wasn't entirely sure what had caused it and it mattered little. An unknown amount of time had passed before Jessica woke up and dear lord was she groggy. A rub did little to soothe her aching head as Jessica did her best to remember what just happened. The match had wound up in her favor, she was aware of that, but after that got a little fuzzy. Taylor the former champ choked the shit out of her, that was for sure, but she wasn't quite sure what she meant when she was talking about nineteen.

Whatever. It wasn't important. What was important was that she won and that she had to get back at Taylor. She wanted to tear the girl limb from limb more than she already wanted to before. Jessica pushed herself up from the mat and wiped some of the blood from her nose. Fuck that bitch. A wad of blood and spittle flew from her mouth with a loud "Pfffu".

Jessica strode up the ramp with her mind racing. A win is a win is a win. But a few bad feelings lingered- getting choked the fuck out in front of a couple thousand fans was not the funnest experience. This meant war.