AV 18 Hardcore Championship - Jessica Wright (c) vs Orboro Scarlett

Jessica bounded up to see that she had lain Oboro low. Both legs hit their intended mark, and now Jessica was standing while Oboro was on the ground. Rolling out the tacks proved to be a good call on her part, as Oboro had been sent into them time after time. That was going to be a literal thorn in her opponent's side for as long as the match continued. With a sick smile on her face, she bent down and grabbed Oboro by the strap of her top.

At this point, she could have set up a powerful throw. At this point, she could have contorted one of Oboro's limbs into some painful submission. At this point, she could have used all the weapons lying around to her advantage. But she didn't do that. She opted to rely on the one constant in her life, the one thing in her life that had been a constant: her fists. Jessica's punches rained into Oboro's face fast and hard, one after the other. Her arms was like a piston, and the fuel for this infernal engine was the burning hatred that she had for this woman, who had nearly had Jessica without her consent.

Oboro was in great pain thanks to her taking the dropkick from Jessica as well as the tacks she landed onto. She gritted her teeth, trying to overcome the pain so that she could focus on fighting her opponent back. She repeatedly told herself that she wouldn't allow a silly upstart like Jessica to defeat her like this, not while she was still breathing. As Oboro struggled to gain her bearing, Jessica then made her next move by grabbing the strap of her top, pulling her back up forcefully.

"Grghhh..." Oboro growled as she was brought up by Jessica, who then proceeded to pepper her with punches all over her face. She cried out in pain with each punch, and she tried to protect herself from the blows using her arms, but even they wouldn't be enough. The punches would surely aggravate her already existing wounds. Her mind was in disarray thanks to everything that she had taken, and at the moment, she could do anything but take whatever her opponent was throwing at her.

Jessica saw the arms coming up. Jessica didn't care. The fury that she bore towards this woman would not be abated by something as simple as blocking, and Jessica wanted to cause as much pain as she possibly could. The fist she was gripping Oboro's costume with could have crushed a diamond. The fist she was pounding Oboro with could have split an atom. Jessica was putting everything that she had into punching Oboro's head clean from her body.

Then she stopped for a moment. She wanted to see Oboro's head lull a little bit, and see the blood and bruises that she had inflicted upon her opponent. It would be a good sight, some measure of revenge against the woman.

But it would not fulfill the Violent Violet. The goal of this match was to win, and she still had that end in mind when she let Oboro go. This match was coming to an end, and she knew that. She just wanted to make absolute sure that she could put the red-clad woman down for the three count. She lifted Oboro all the way up and then spun her upside down. Jessica was attempting to pile drive this woman down to the mat!

Even though Oboro tried to block those punches with her arms, those punches were relentless, and each blow was powerful that it left quite a mark on wherever it landed. Once Jessica was done, Oboro was left seeing stars, unable to think clearly, and her beautiful face was marred with puncture wounds and bruises from everything that she had taken. She would need some time to recover from this, and Jessica would surely never give her the opportunity to do so.

As Oboro was left disoriented, she was then lifted up by Jessica who then held her upside down. In her current state, Oboro could do nothing as Jessica held her up like that. Oboro knew what was coming, and it felt like an eternity as she was held upside down like that. Then, Jessica brought her down, head first, and everything turned dark. The sheer impact of the piledriver was enough to make Oboro lose her consciousness momentarily as her eyes rolled into her head before her body flopped lifelessly onto the mat. The slight twitches that she made were the only movements that she could do, indicating that she had no fight left in her.

Jessica loved that move. It was a strong, flashy, dominant move that almost always left her in a position where victory was incredibly likely, if not certain. And as she rose from the mat, she knew that she was going to be triumphant and retain her belt. It was just a question of putting the finishing touches on this match. Oboro was there, literally twitching, and she felt like a hawk swooping down on a fish in the river.

She bent down to pick Oboro up, and went to tuck the woman's head between her strong legs. From there, she would attempt to wrap Oboro's arms underneath her body. She looked up, at the camera. The world had to know what was coming next.

Sure enough, she went up and down for her finisher, the Queenmaker. After all of the pain and suffering and fatigue she had fought through to retain her belt, it felt nothing short of cathartic to hit this move against a woman she hated as much as Oboro.

Oboro was left a twitching mess, swimming in and out of consciousness. And it seemed that despite how apparent the result of this match was, Jessica wasn't quite done with her. The reigning hardcore champion went to pick Oboro up, who could no longer offer any resistance before her head was tucked between those powerful legs of the champion. And then, she was brought down by Jessica's ultimate finisher, the Queenmaker, and she landed face first into the tacks-filled mat.

At this point, Oboro seemed lifeless, with only occasional twitches indicated that she was still alive. Jessica's reign as the hardcore champion would remain unhindered for the time being due to the fact that it was clear that Oboro had no fight left in her. All Jessica had to do was to cement her victory and show it to all that she had thoroughly beaten the Crimson Lady.

There it was. Jessica paused for a second to reflect on what she had just accomplished, tacks in her knees be damned. Oboro was lying in front of her, all but defeated, and the belt would be hers to keep. There was very little chance at any sort of surprise coming up next, given what Jessica had just finished putting Oboro through. She breathed the crisp air in for a second, letting it fill her lungs with something that tasted an awful lot like victory.

Jessica rolled the scarlet clad woman over, and went for the pin.

ONE!

The ref girl counted.

Oboro didn't show any sign of regaining her second wind as she remained on the mat, her body badly battered by everything that she had taken from the reigning champion. She wasn't a stranger to losses, but this would be something that she wouldn't live down anytime soon, and it was clear that at the moment, Jessica was the superior one in the ring. And with Oboro in no shape to do anything, Jessica was free to finish the match, going for the pin.

As Jessica rolled her body over, having her shoulders pressed against the mat, the referee started counting. Oboro showed no sign of getting back up, and the pin would remain uninterrupted.

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

And with that, the match ended. With the loss of the Scarlet Lady, Jessica managed to retain her title as the hardcore champion of Friction, and there was nothing Oboro could do about it.