Jessica Wright vs. Chisato Sakurai

Jessica yelped in pain as the wood splintered under her. The Violent Violet knew she was going to be black and blue tomorrow- her body collided with the hardwood floor of the kitchen in a painful and abrupt manner. She rolled to the side and clutched her aching back. Part of her was impressed that her opponent was able to redirect her in mid course.

Not impressed enough of course to give up on this match. Jessica groaned as she tried to pull herself up. She had just taken a considerable amount of damage, but this was a hardcore match dammit, and Jessica had a chance to prove she could hang with the best of them here.

Falling back and driving Jessica through the table, Chisato took some damage when she fell against the floor but she knew it was nowhere near the pain that she just put Jessica through. Now the advantage was in her side of the court as she sat up and got to her feet. Looking around the apartment, her eyes turned towards the kitchen itself. The tiles there were going to be much more helpful in hurting Jessica.

Reaching down to grab her by her hair again, Chisato would attempt to drag her opponent towards the kitchen where more fun and pain could be had.

Jessica refused to go gently into that good night. Despite the aching pain rocking her body, she refused to just be dragged willy nilly anywhere this green headed bimbo wanted her to go. She pushed off of Chisato and tried to contort her pain wracked body into some semblance of offense- she tried to accost Chisato the same way her opponent so desperately wanted to seize her!

Jessica tried to Irish whip her opponent into the stove. The Violent Violet had been informed that the gas had been turned off. But if she could through her into it, she could seize her and slam the bitch's head with the door a few times. Wouldn't that be fun...

Dragging Jessica towards the refrigerator, Chisato was ready to whip her straight into it however her opponent got the drop on her and shoved her off of her hold. "What!?" Chisato let out as she turned around to try and get Jessica back in her grasp, however the girl had grabbed her and flung her into the stove with crushing impact. "Guh!" she cried out as she slid down the stove on to her side, panting and trying to rub the pain from her side.

Things did not get better for her as Jessica was already on her and began to slam her head into the stove's door, causing her head to start spinning as pain shot down her body. Her vision blurred, Chisato tried her best to try and push Jessica off of her, but she met little success in that endeavor.

Jessica was heartened by the sudden burst of energy. Her adrenaline was well and truly flowing now- she knew she would have to press her advantage, however, if she wanted to win. Chisato's brief attack was not quite enough to get Jessica off of her- not by a long shot. Jessica tried to grab a clump of Chisato's green hair and bend her over.

Then she went on to open the stove door. If she could hold Chisato still, she could slam her head with the cold metal door a few times by closing it quickly and powerfully. And if she couldn't, well, then this whole thing might unravel.

Chisato groaned as her head was spinning from the crash into the door, but she was given even less time to comprehend when Jessica grabbed her by her head and pulled her towards the stove door. Her thought process came back to her when she realized the danger she was in with the stove door about to be sandwiched on her head as she brought her arm up to cover the side of her head that was about to be crushed by the door.

It helped save her from getting a terrible injury, but her head was still getting slammed against the other side of the door. "Gah! Gah! Gah!" Chisato groaned out, falling backwards after the last slam as she laid on her back, her head was spinning even faster now as a little blood started to trickle down the side of her head.

Jessica was feeling good. Every single slam of the door connected and it earned her a nice little trickle of blood down Chisato's head. The Violent Violet hadn't done anything quite that, well, violent in a long ass time and it felt good. Cathartic even. But Jessica could not simply lay back and enjoy her handiwork, no. She respected Chisato too much for that.

That was not to say that Jessica wasn't going to disrespect her in other ways. She was done with the kitchen, and looking at the table she got sent through moments prior. So the Violent Violet opted to remove them from the kitchen- she grabbed Chisato's feet and tried to drag her over to the bedroom. There were probably all sorts of goodies there...

Chisato panted on the tiles as her head was still spinning, though not as much with her little break as everything began to get back on its normal axis. However, there wasn't anymore time to recover any more as Jessica was already back on the attack, grabbing Chisato's feet as she was dragged across of the tiles. It took a while for Chisato to realize what was happening as she slowly began to struggle, trying to in vain free her legs by trying to wiggle them free.

She noticed the change of scenery as they were leaving the kitchen and was entering the bedroom.

The apartment was beginning to look more and more like the scene of a murder. The long crimson trail informed the audience exactly where they had been if anyone was just tuning in. As the duo entered the bedroom, the camera on the wall zoomed in on them. Jessica dropped Chisato's legs and looked around. The bedroom was obviously not as ripe with weapons as the kitchen was, but there was still so much to do here...

The bed was right out. This was not going to turn into a kawaii match, not at all. There was, however, a wonderful bookcase within reach. Jessica grabbed and pulled, hoping to bring everything down right on top of Chisato!

Chisato was finally let go as she laid on the floor, moaning and groaning as her opponent searched around the room. It gave her enough time to recover herself as she began to stir, just in time to see Jessica tipping a bookcase over her. Immediately acting, Chisato's legs shot up to stop the entire case from falling on top of her and one arm to cover her face from the raining books. The blood trickling down the side of her head had rubbed off on the rug, speaking of which, Chisato got a rather bad rug burn from getting drugged in here.

Knowing that she couldn't stay underneath the falling case, Chisato would immediately try to throw herself out from underneath, pushing against the case and trying to leap out from it, towards the bed as she gripped on to the sheets to get back to her feet.