Jessica Wright vs. Neske Alapo

Jessica stumbled to the left a little bit, feeling just a little bit dizzy and off balance due to the spin. When she regained her sea legs, she saw her opponent on the other side of the ring, crumpled up against the turnbuckle. The move was impressive visually, and was undoubtedly incredibly painful. Jessica had tasted the other end of that move when she was younger, and she did not like that feeling of being totally helpless.

And she vowed to herself not to experience it again. Jessica walked across the ring, taking her sweet time. There is no way a woman like Neske could endure that sort of damage, she thought. What is the hurry? Jessica swayed her hips as she walked. The swagger was earned, she thought.

And when she walked up to Neske, she stopped for a second. Then she reared her strong leg back, and sent it forward, hoping to catch Neske right in the ribs. Kicking a woman while she was down was just the sort of thing that Jessica loved.

The reality was that if there was anything Neske was good at in a ring, it was enduring damage. She had been through hell and back on a regular basis, and, as of her most recent bout, come out on top at least once. She was a hard nut to crack, something Jessica was probably going to find out, and it was her one continuous point of pride since coming to Japan.

Of course, the issue with that being the one thing that she had going for her, was that it was the only thing she had going for her. When Jessica approached, she had the nerve to act, but not the plan. Not in time to get a fierce boot to her bare midsection. "GAH!" she spat, slammed up against the corner again with nowhere to go. What wind she had built up in preparation to retaliate was forced out in that instant, leaving her yet again vulnerable to her sadistic opponent's machinations.

Jessica looked down at the girl she had just kicked. Many women would not be awake at this point, she thought. But her Neske was, reacting to the kick with a sharp yell of pain. The Violent Violet was perplexed. Neske seemed ready to react, even in the second before she was about to kick her. Why she did not, Jessica did not know. Jessica stopped for a moment, wondering how much this woman could endure.

The Violent Violet was determined to find out. She bent down, and grabbed Neske. Jessica took a step back, and then looked at the side of the ring. Yeah, I can probably make it, she thought. With one powerful move, Jessica attempted to throw her opponent over the ropes, and onto the hard concrete floor.

The kick hurt, enough to debilitate Neske somewhat, but nothing that would take her out of commission for good. Whether or not this was a good thing, however, was still up for debate, when Jessica grabbed her by the hair and arm and took a step back, planning something. Neske, for her part, wasn't going to let it continue unhindered.

"Ah, fuck! Let go!" she protested, flailing and wiggling as much as she could, but it was too late. Had Jessica planned any sort of graceful, hard-to-execute move, Neske may have disrupted it just enough to break free, but the brute toss that sent her flying over the ropes was nothing quite so delicate. With a frightened scream, Neske went soaring through the air, limbs flailing as she did. The thud that resulted from her impact against the ground was not so hollow that it could be heard from terribly far away, but to those in audible distance it was a cringe-inducingly sickening sound.

Neske wasn't totally sure on the state of the arm she landed on right now, but there wasn't much time to find out: it was only a matter of time before the behemoth that was her attacker came back, and she needed to take action quickly. Stumbling about on her hands and knees, she looked for something that would give her the edge, when she suddenly remembered her debut match, and the kind of shit they kept hidden below the apron. She made a panicked scramble for the best blunt object she could find, but the time she wasted recuperating was already time wasted.

Jessica walked over to the ropes, and peered over them. Neske was there on the ground, still. At the last second, she had tried to struggle a little bit to break free. Maybe if she had gone for something more complex, Neske would have broken free. But as it was, Jessica was just using her brute strength. She rested her hand on her chin. Jessica was mostly curious if the woman could remain awake after such a blow, and as it turned out, she could.

And she was on the move. That was not good. Jessica sighed. She was going to have to do more to win this match, and was quietly lamenting that fact. Worse still, she was making a beeline for the apron, and all of the nasty things underneath it. That was not good news for the Violent Violet at all, and she was spurred into action.

She slipped under the top rope, and then jumped down onto the concrete floor. She was a few feet away from Neske now. Whatever it was that emerged from underneath the apron, Jessica wanted to be ready for it.

Under the apron it was like psychopath Christmas, with all kinds of chains, chairs, bats, tables... was that an oversize dildo?! In a number of respects, Neske found herself a bit overwhelmed, but she had to act quickly. A steel chair in the vicinity seemed like the most viable option in reach (swinging furniture around like a crazy person was pretty in line with Neske's 'style' of fighting, anyway), so with both hands she scooped it out, just in time to meet her opponent's gaze.

And for the briefest moment, that gaze froze her heart in fear. But she had to push through it, to fight back, or she'd never get out of this massacre in one piece, and so, with an angry roar, she lifted the chair above her head and brought it down. If the first hit impacted, she'd follow up with a second- just in time for the arm she landed on to give out, mid swing. Once again, unforeseen circumstances left her horribly vulnerable.

Their gazes met for a split second. She could see the hesitation in Neske's eyes. In all fairness, there were very few women who wanted to go against the Violent Violet in the ring. The split second of hesitation filled Jessica with a feeling of pride, and bloodlust. She was going to wreck this girl.

Without thinking about self-defense, she moved forward. For her lack of self-awareness, she was punished. A hard chair slammed against her head, and she would have fallen down if not for the fact that she fell against the rings as opposed to onto the floor of the arena. The ringing in her head was becoming atrocious. Jessica knew that there would be another one coming, and she was going to do her best to deal with it. The Violent Violet threw up her hands.

And nothing came. She peered out through half closed eyes to find that Neske's arm gave out halfway through the attack. Jessica felt relieved. Her head was still pulsing with pain. But now it was time to go on the offensive, like she had intended to do all along. She shot her strong leg out, hoping to catch Neske right in the chest with a powerful kick.

Shit. Neske had one shot to even remotely even the odds, and she immediately fucked it up. The damage she and already taken caused her arm to give at the crucially wrong moment, and before she had time to recover, a powerful boot crashed into her sternum and sent her falling onto her back. Both impacts were enough to knock the wind out of her, and the chair had been flung from her fingers. Gasping, she gripped her chest and sat up as best she could, totally vulnerable to what would surely be a painful onslaught.

With one arm, Jessica was still holding on to the side of the ring. Even as the kick struck the middle of Neske's chest, Jessica held on. It was as if she needed something to tether her to the earth, because her string of incredible good luck was not going to last for that much longer. But sure enough, it did. Neske failed in her second attack with the chair, then her kick worked, and now Jessica had the entire berth of the ring to bring the unholy wrath of whatever dark god lurked above her head to poor little Neske.

The Violent Violet surged forward, and planted her left foot. She swung in another kick, this time aimed at Neske's head. Given that she was just hit there, Jessica found it appropriate to go an eye for an eye. Her foot was not as hard as the chair that she was just hit with. But it was pretty damn close.

Neske was barely up on her elbows when an angry foot came colliding into her skull, and slamming it down into the hard concrete below. Her ears rang, her vision blurred, and for a few seconds, she lost her sense of taste. After she felt a trickle drop from her head to the floor, she brought up a pair of fingers to check for blood- just sweat for now, it wasn't getting visibly gruesome just yet. Dizzy, she started to pull herself to unsteady feet, stumbling and catching herself periodically on the way up.