Jessica Wright vs. Belinda Northman

Jessica waited. She did not know what the ref was doing for sure because she only had her ears to go by, but she could feel it in her heart. The great anticipation threatened to overwhelm her, and she looked straight down at her blonde opponent still. The ache of wanting surged through her. She wanted Belinda, the same Belinda who had just been through so much at her hands. This could be the end of it. No more weapons, no more violence. Just this, over and done with.

And then Belinda pushed her off. Jessica grumbled. She was not going to have Belinda win this match, and she was going to employ everything in her power to guarantee that would not come to pass. Jessica rolled away and stood up. She was sweating now, and a bead of sweat dripped off of her chin. It did not hit the ground. The Violent Violet took a step back, and braced herself.

This act of the play was over. The action was going to continue and continue until it reached the denouement. Jessica was bending her knees, ready to absorb whatever it was that Belinda could throw her way. A look of anger was etched into her face. She seemed intent on destroying this woman.

Belinda had been able to kick out of the pin and shove Jessica Wright's body off of her, the buxom violet haired woman had been doing a fair number on the Swede but now the young Northman was planning to fight back, she had to get back the ground she had lost in the last few minutes.

Groaning out as she rolled over onto her front and pushed herself up towards her hands and knees, a drip of sweat fell from her chin down onto the canvas, as the blond then pushed herself up towards her feet. Bending her knees, Belinda would let out a loud sigh, huffing out some air and panting for breath.

Belinda would narrow her eyes as she watched Jessica in the same stance as she was in now. Belinda would narrow her eyes, looking intent on putting Jessica down once and for all. The Swede would step up closer to Jessica and faint a lunge towards the Violent Violet, but quickly pull back and instead try and shoot her leg up, trying to ram her foot into Jessica's abs!

If it worked in doubling the buxom wrestler over, Belinda would be quick to try and grab a hold of Jessica's head and pull her in under her right armpit. Trying to reach for Jessica's right leg with her left arm as the Swede would attempt to then lift Jessica up and throw her backwards with a quick Fisherman's Suplex!

Jessica was tense. Every single muscle in her body demanded instant movement. Her eyes were the periscope of a nuclear submarine, and she was just itching to let loose a ballistic missile that could level a city. The muscles in her arm were as taut as a a bungee cord at its full length, and she was ready to snap. Jessica felt a sense of hyper-alertness. It was as if she could see the man in the third row adjust in his seat, a lady in the 18th row start to uncover her eyes, and Belinda being to lurch towards her. Her nostrils flared. She was ready for it.

Belinda was coming at a full tilt now, and bent low to spear her. Jessica immediately react, getting low herself to deal with the oncoming freight train. The problem was, it was only a trick. Jessica was way out of position now. The readiness that she was counting on had betrayed her, and she found herself overcompensating for what was to come.

The kick slammed into her stomach, and Jessica doubled over. A strong arm enclosed her, and she knew that whatever was coming next was going to be bad. Sure enough, Jessica went up and over, before she was slammed into the ground. She cried out when her back graced the mat. The Violent Violet arched her spine and grimaced, before she went back to resting with her back to the mat.

Belinda's actions on the currently hyper alert Jessica Wright worked in her favor, as she managed to feint Jessica and then step in and drive her boot right into Jessica's abs, stunning and doubling the Violent Violet over and with it managing to then take a hold of Jessica and lift her up into the air, driving her straight down into the mat for a hard hitting Fisherman's Suplex.

The Swede bounced up onto a seated position and quickly turned around, up onto her knees and looked over at the downed Jessica. Quickly reaching out for a handful of violet hair, the Swede would yank and try and pull Jessica up towards her feet in a doubled over position. Where Belinda would try and raise her arms up high and clasp them together, looking to hammer down a double axe-handle blow down on Jessica's hopefully hurting back to keep the buxom one stunned for a few more moments.

From there the young Northman would try and shove Jessica's head in between her thighs, leaning forward to wrap her arms around Jessica's waist, Belinda would attempt to lift the buxom Jessica Wright upside down into the air so that she was aligned with her back against Belinda's front, as the Swede would then try and drop  down into a seated position and try to hit The Violent Violet with a quick piledriver!

Jessica lay on the ground, in a ton of pain. Being on the receiving end of a fisherman's suplex would do that to most women, especially if Belinda Northman had been on the business end. She groaned into the mat, but the mat was unsympathetic to her plight. Jessica had slammed far too many women into it for the mat, the crowd, or the world to be sympathetic to her plight.

And least of all, Belinda. The Northern woman grabbed her by her purple hair and made her rise from the ground. Jessica was not allowed to stand up all the way. She tried to move so that she was not doubled over that she may have a shot at defending herself. A swift double axe handle blow to her lower back precluded that possibility.

Then came the real bad news. Jessica was seized and then suspended into the air. The Violent Violet recognized what was coming, but she could do little to stop it. Sure enough, her head was slammed into the same unsympathetic mat that she had beseeched earlier. Immediately, she went a little bit woozy.

Jessica was now on the mat again. Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust. Her groan this time was a little bit more pained, and a little bit louder. After nearly scoring a pinfall moments ago. This match had rapidly turned itself around.

Belinda hoisted the buxom Jessica Wright upside down and walked with the woman a step or two, she could have maybe gone for her finisher, but she didn't trust she'd have the time to set it up. A piledriver she could pull off relativly quick compared to that and take quite a bit of fight out of Jessica with it, being dropped on top of your head was never a fun thing.

The Swede let out a huff of air after she drove Jessica's head down into the mat with that piledriver and watched her rival flop down onto the mat in a heap. Though Belinda was far from done right now, she would try and grab a handful of violet hair yet again and start tugging Jessica up towards her feet. Grabbing onto Jessica by that hair with one hand and a handful of tights by her hips with the other. Belinda would start to take to a run, dragging Jessica after her and attempting to rocket Jessica Wright off like a....well....rocket! Straight into the steel cage wall, head first!

There was no pretense in this match, these two fighters, rivals and frankly...enemies were trying their hardest to destroy one another.

Jessica was grabbed by her hair, and brought up once more. Her eyes fluttered, and her heart raced. Wherever she was going next, she was not going to like it, she surmised. Sure enough, the Northern woman sent her to the cage wall. Jessica's long legs made quick work of the trip over there, and like clockwork Jessica slammed into the side.

She dropped, and held her head. It was bleeding now, and Jessica was not a fan of that fact in the slightest. She groaned, and looked at it. The redness of it could not be denied, and Jessica cursed under her breath. She tried to get up, but progress was slow. Incredibly slow.

Belinda slammed Jessica's head right into the steel cage wall and watched the violent violet flop down onto the mat, bleeding out of her skull. It probably helped that she had softened the skull of the Violent Violet up with a nasty piledriver before. Belinda would shake her head a little bit as she watched Jessica try to get up to her feet slowly, but Belinda wasn't going to let that happen.

Moving in by Jessica's legs and attempting to take a hold of them. She would use them to try and drag Jessica towards the center of the ring. As she would then try and cross Jessica's legs over one another and with it she would start to lean backwards, attempting to lock Jessica up into a bridging cross-legged boston crab, one of Belinda's signature submission holds which she had named Orion's Cross!

Jessica felt herself getting dragged. Even if she could not feel it, she could have seen it from the trail of blood. She desperately clawed at the mat, trying to hold on to the ground that she had not quite earned, when Belinda brought them to a halt. The Northern girl made quick work of her long legs, and now Jessica was in quite the bind. Literally. Jessica's teeth clenched, and she grimaced as hard as she could. The muscles in her arms tensed too, as she felt the pain now coursing through her body. The crowd were not making this any easy, what with their loud and boisterous cheering.

Jessica held on. She could endure this, that is what she told herself. She could endure this, and persist through it and win the match. But first she had to hold on. The ring's edge was far away now, and she knew that wasn't an option. Perhaps she could rely on her strength to pull her through. Jessica thrashed and twisted. She recognized that this would hurt her more in the short run, but Jessica was focused on the long run. And that involved getting the hell out of this submission.

Belinda had decided to perhaps try and finish Jessica Wright off, as she looked determined to put her rival and nemesis through a great fucking deal of pain! Leaning backwards as she had those legs grabbed and crossed for her devastating submission hold, pulling Jessica's back into a position that clearly that spine of her was not supposed to bend. Jessica already didn't seem as the most flexible of girls, and Belinda was going to take her to the limit and beyond in that regard!

Though to her surprise or rather, to her annoyance. Jessica started to fight, it seemed as if she didn't want to surrender, despite having a busted up head. Despite having been dropped one her head earlier and despite being twisted like a pretzel right now, Jessica Wright remained defiant! Trashing and struggling which simply made the hold very difficult for Belinda to keep a hold of. Belinda grit her teeth and shook her head, her hands were starting to slip off of Jessica's ankles...it wouldn't be long before she lost her grip on the Violent Violet, but she for damn sure was going to make sure that Jessica was going to feel this hold for the rest of the night if not the rest of the week! " Raaaah!!" Belinda roared out in effort as she tried to pull on those legs and put a more devastating arch to Jessica's back and spine.