Belinda Northman Vs. Jessica Wright

Belinda groaned out with each of the heavy stomps of Jessica but soon enough the Violent Violet pulled the Shooting Star up towards her feet and pulled on her arm. Yanking the Swede and pulling her off and forcing her to run with that Irish-Whip, sending the young blond towards the ropes to quickly turn around and bounce off of them....her eyes widening as she saw Jessica run in towards her.

The blond knew she had to act fast, quickly running towards Jessica, the Swede attempted to drop down low and try to run in at the Violent Violet, attempting to drive her shoulder right into the America's abs for a painful spear!

Jessica wanted all of the forward momentum she could get. The idea was to move forward, but it led to something far better, in that it helped her go up. She watched her opponent bounce off the ropes, and eyed her assiduously. The timing on this had to be perfect, and she knew that. Like a drum major, like a guy counting after pulling the pin of a grenade, like a sprinter waiting for the starting gun, she observed and counted the beats.

And then she exploded into the air. The Violent Violet propelled her powerful legs forward towards her beautiful blonde opponent, not really minding that she was lowering the boom to try and hit her with a spear. The missile dropkick was going for her stomach anyways, so if this one hit her head, well, she did not particularly mind...

Belinda came in rushing towards Jessica as she was intent on trying to take down the busty Violent Violet, but it seemed as if she shooting star was the the one who went down. As she ran right up into Jessica, the mighty woman jumped up and drove her feet right into the blond's head for that painful dropkick.

The impact made Belinda's world go white for a split second, as she stumbled back and then crashed down onto her back, arms and legs falling eagle spread...her generous bust starting to heave as she panted for air on her back on the mat.

Jessica flew back a little bit herself. It was hard not to, as Belinda Northman had come at her with a head full of steam and Jessica was mid-air when the blow struck. Jessica's feet collided with Belinda's head, and the sheer force of the blow sent both of them to the mat. The Violent Violet instantly hopped up, reckoning that her opponent was far worse for the wear. Jessica was eager to see what damage she had wrought.

It was considerable, she thought. Belinda was there on the mat, spread out and breathing slowly. A prime target for all of the evil things that Jessica wanted to do to her. The Violent Violet stooped over her opponent and tried to get her on her feet. From there, she would attempt to bend her over and seize her by the waist. Then it was a quick haul up.

Fujita Five, she called it. Delayed vertical suplex, everyone else called it. It did not matter what the name was, as no matter the name, the move flat out hurt. Jessica opted to hold Belinda in the air for a few seconds to show off her incredible strength. And from the top, it was a long way down...

Belinda groaned out as she laid on her back, arms spread and her eyes weakly opening to look upon the bright lights of the arena lights.....forced to close her eyes from how bright they were as soon enough Jessica came down and took a hold of her hair and the waistline of her yellow and blue wrestling trunks.

Moving the Swede up to her feet, as she winced and groaned as she was soon enough pulled right up into the air, held up side down for a few seconds as blood rushed into her head. She winced and kicked slightly with her legs in the air...but it wasn't long before she was thrown down hard onto the mat!

The ring shaking as Belinda frame impacted and flopped against the mat. " Guuh!" Belinda yelped out in pain as her body shot up into a seated position and then slumped right down onto her back, arching it off of the canvas.

Jessica came down. Her back was on the ground now, which meant that the only thing she had to do was look up at the bright lights above her. They were shining bright, just as Jessica was, and when Jessica rose from the canvas it was with a wicked sneer on her face. Her chest rose and fell in great heaves. Everyone knew she was breathing hard, and most everyone would surmise that she was tired. That was not the truth. No, Jessica was excited, giddy as a kid learning they were going to Disney World, because she was thinking of ways to finish this match.

Old school. She wanted to finish this match in an old school fashion, and show this upstart who the queen of the ring was. Jessica took a step forward and accosted her opponent, roughly. She tried to haul her up to her feet.

And then sent a massive punch at her. She wanted to begin a brawl that would end it all, and outlast her opponent. Her feet were about shoulder with, and the blow conveyed all of the anger and will she could not use her words to put eloquently. More often than not, Jessica's actions were ten times as loud as her words.

Belinda was soon raised up off of her feet by Jessica, pulled up by her short blond hair as she winced out and groaned, her eyes opened and narrowed...throwing an angry glare at her hated foe as she was pulled up and then socked right in the face with that powerful punch! Snapping the blond's head to the side and causing her to stagger back a step...

The Swede grunted out in pain, but she was for damn sure not going to be knocked down by Jessica Wright. It would take a lot more than that to take the Shooting Star down. Instead she stepped right up to her foe and cocked her hand back, throwing a powerful as hell punch of her own right into Jessica's pretty cheek! Trying to match her foe beat for beat in this slugfest that seemed to have been started between the two women.

Jessica was watching eagerly. She saw the Swedish girl take a few steps bak, and breathed in. She was going to drop, she was. Right then and there. The punishment she had just taken would have dropped an elephant, she thought, and there was no way in hell that this pipsqueak had the constitution to deal with that sort of shit. Seconds passed. Belinda was still up. Wavering, grunting, and up.

Her eyes went wide. First, with surprise. She honestly had no idea how a woman like her could take punishment like that and stay on her two feet. Then, with rage. She was angry at the blonde for having the temerity to stand up to her, literally, and not go down when Jessica thought she ought to have gone down. The red mist descended, and Jessica was cocking another punch. Then, with surprise again. Not only was Belinda up, but she was on the move, and sent a punch at her.

The blow rocked her, and made her jerk her head to the side. She staggered to the side for a little bit, and then stood up straight. Her usually purple eyes were sparking red with her hatred and rage, and she shot right back. A looping left hook came at her cheek, the same way Jessica had just been hit.

Jessica's punch was a strong one, in truth it felt as if she had just gotten a sock filled with pennies flung at her cheek....yet Belinda was not about to go down to this woman. Jessica rubbed her the wrong way in every sense of the word, and had by far one of the most condescending views of the Shooting Star she had ever come across. Just one of the first lines that Jessica had spoken to her had already sparked a fair bit of dislike for the woman.

Belinda's punch hit it's mark and it caused the Violent Violet to stagger back, the Swede glared at her American foe who soon enough come right back and threw a hell of a punch into Belinda's cheek. The young blond staggered back and turned around 90 degrees...she grit her teeth and turned back towards Jessica.

Sparks were flying out of her bright red eyes, flames were lit ablaze like the Great Fire of Rome. The Swede shot her right arm back up and swung a wide powerful hook right into the same cheek she had punched earlier! Trying to up her game and continue this slugfest between the two women.

The crowd was shifting from wincing from each blow that they threw to cheering for the contest between the two women!

Jessica saw her opponent's back. It was beautiful. The Violent Violet yearned to go forward and grab it, and then visit a host of horrors upon this blonde woman, but held back. Perhaps it was a bad idea to get into a brawl with a woman as strong as Belinda, but Jessica held back. She truly believed that she was stronger than Belinda. Hell, she believed that she was the strongest woman in the world. If the Violent Violet was going to win this brawl, it was going to be fair and square.

So Belinda came. Like a glacier, like an avalanche, like the great thundering tide she came. It occurred to her that she could have ducked it, could have stepped to the side so as to avoid it, could have blocked it. She was not the type to follow the rules, but those were rules of the ring. These were older rules, writ more by gods than men, where the reward was burning pride and the punishment was stinging defeat. The punch came in, as inevitable as the sun rising, and Jessica staggered to the side.

It took a few steps for her to get the ship right, and Jessica even dropped to her knee for a split second before popping up. The blow was still haranguing her and the ache dulled some of her senses. Sweat dropped off of her chin, and once again she pitched forward, eyes crackling with energy and heart burning with malintent. The embers of a great fire had been stoked, and now the cataclysm threatened to take down Jessica, the ring, and most of all Belinda.

She charged forward and sent a straight right kick. Jessica wanted to embed her heel into the hard belly of her opponent and see if she could get it through to the other side. Her strong thigh flexed as she brought her leg up, and her hands were at the ready.