Jessica Wright vs. Macky Ueto

Tables match: win by sending your opponent through a table. Normal rules still apply.



Jessica was lacing up her shoes. She didn't rush. There was all the time in the world. Time to send this woman through a table, time to move up in the world, time to win the fucking belt. While the hunger was still there, Jessica didn't feel quite as much of the severe pressure she had put on herself. She had been riding a pretty solid win streak after her mishap earlier in the year and felt confident that it would continue tonight. The mirror appraised her outfit and she pushed her purple hair out of her face. Oh yeah, she looked good.

Jessica's gaze lingered in the mirror. Not only did she look good, but she looked ready. Her matches against Irene and Sig had some pretty delightful consequences but it was time to get serious now. The little blonde girl managed to do enough damage to Jessica's outfit to unveil her chest to the world and Jessica would not abide that humiliation again. The gym became her second home and any girl who lacked the sense to stay off the practice mat with her ate the canvas many many times. She had already done her stretches and was feeling loose and ready. A punch sliced through the air and met Jessica's open palm. It came in fast and hard, and Jessica marveled at her own strength.

As Jessica made her way to the staging area, she tried to remember the last time she had a tables match. Probably when she was in the indies, somewhere in the mid-west. This felt like real wrestling again. Gimmicky bullshit was fun, as was fucking girls senseless. But Jessica was in the mood for a proper match. Her opponent for the evening would be Macky Ueto, a veteran of Wrestle Angels. The Violent Violet had done a cursory amount of research and found her to be awfully aggressive. Good. A nice slobberknocker is something Jessica felt she needed.

The crowd she saw through the curtain was full and positively teaming with energy. She had heard that her opponent was a face who would no doubt feed off that nonsense but Jessica had no doubt she would shut them up.

Little sister there's blood on the tracks...

Her music jangled over the loudspeaker and Jessica was met with a chorus of boos. There were a few fans out there for her, but they were few and far between. The Violent Violet sneered at all of the audience just the same. As she made her way down she noticed four tables leaned against all four corners. Jessica climbed into the ring and turned to face the entrance ramp.

Serve 'em on a table, she thought.

"Macky-san, don't you think this is a bit much?" Came the soft voice of the blue haired girl standing by the red head. Lucky had followed Macky to the backstage area and was worried for her burly friend.

"Ha Ha Ha!" Macky chortled and brushed Lucky aside. "So what? It's fun to put someone through a table!" She said, not looking back at Lucky as her music began to play. Macky strolled down the ramp with a big grin on her face and sized up her opponent. When she got into the ring she looked over Jessica.

The girl was a little taller, but Macky seemed to be thicker. Maybe she was stronger. She definitely was dressed far more inappropriately. Still, Macky still bellowed with a deep, rumbling laugh. "Ha Ha Ha! This is a tables match, not a hentai match, you know?" She said with a big grin.

Jessica ran her hand through her purple hair. She didn't quite know what to make of her opponent for the evening. Macky was nice and thick which led Jessica to believe that she was strong. Hopefully her guess was correct. It always felt a little bit nicer to break a girl who thought they could compete with you. "Ain't a hentai match. Sure. Still going to fuck you pretty good." she snarled.

Macky seemed like a throwback to a simpler time, full of boasting braggarts and strongmen with thighs as big as tree trunks. The Violent Violet hated grinners. This was serious. Jessica had half a mind to do what she could to send this girl to the hospital. Perhaps she would just send her to the hospital anyways.

The bell rang. "Let's see what you got." Jessica bounded across the ring and then up into the air, aiming a missile dropkick towards Macky's stomach.

"Ha Ha Ha!"

Macky chortled at Jessica's response, liking the cut of the purple haired girl's jib. She gave no other reply, however, as the bell rang. Her eyes flashed in delight at Jessica's challenge and she charged at Jessica quickly, only to be smashed in the stomach by the sudden dropkick.

"Guuuuh!"

Macky was shunted back across the ring near her corner and groaned as she rolled to her hands and knees, clutching her stomach with one hand as she slowly began to rise to her feet.

Jessica crashed to the mat and never took her eyes off her opponent. The move went as well as Jessica could have hoped and she bounced right up. Time to shove that stupid fucking laugh right down in her throat, Jessica thought. She advanced on the reeling Macky like a vulture on carrion.

The Violent Violet's legs were long and beautiful. She was more of a puncher, a borderline street brawler in some respects, and her legs never got any of the action. Jessica sought to rectify that here by jumping up into the air and bringing her heel down as hard as she could on the small of the former Wrestle Angel's back. That sort of axe kick was the thing of nightmares, and Jessica was feeling like the grim fucking reaper.

Macky was pushing up to her hands and knees as Jessica was already up and charging. The red head eyed the violet haired girl and narrowed her eyes. The dropkick had hurt, but it wasn't so damaging that she was already down for the count after one shot.

As Jessica launched herself up, Macky threw herself into a roll to avoid the spinal tap and hopped up. She threw herself against the ropes and launched at Jessica with some momentum behind her. A grin formed on her face and as she closed in, she threw her own dropkick right back at the violent violet.

Whiff. That was the sound of Jessica's incipient momentum coming to an abrupt halt. She seethed and turned to face her redheaded opponent only to find an even bigger surprise. A massive dropkick came slamming into her gut. Her feet had been too close together and she was totally out of any state of mind to properly prepare for it and was consequently sent flying down to the mat.

Jessica held her aching stomach. The night was still young, but that had been quite a blow. A few more of those and she would be served up on a table in no time. Jessica got up as quickly as she could despite the duress of the dropkick and tried to make herself ready. No way was this bitch going to get another freebie like that.

Macky hopped up after she put Jessica back down on the mats. She puffed out her chest and pushed her hands into her hips. "Ha Ha Ha!" She barked. "This is great! Let's trade these until one of us can't get up!"

Macky then ran at Jessica again, looking to aim a beefy clothesline into the violet haired girl's chesty rack.

Jessica eyed Macky curiously. Trading was a concept almost entirely foreign to Jessica. Taking, mauling, robbing, sure, but trading was off the table. As Macky came rushing towards her Jessica began preparing herself, looking for what would come next.

Macky tipped her hand a little early. Jessica knew she would have to act quickly if she wanted any chance of avoiding this. At the critical moment Jessica tried to duck down and take a step behind her opponent. If she could get that, she would perhaps have enough time to wrap her arms around Macky's midsection and hit her with a German suplex. It would take some careful timing and a lucky break and Jessica hoped her experience would allow for the devastating counter.

Macky swung with all of her might, the powerful arm cutting through the air as Jessica slipped behind her. However, just because she missed, didn't mean her momentum was halted, but Jessica took care of that as well as she was puled back by the grip on her waist, stumbling back into Jessica before she was lifted up and sent crashing back first into the mats.

Macky bounced and then flopped onto her side, groaning from the impact. That was a little more devastating than the drop kick for sure. She tied to make a mental note to pay Jessica back for that one.