Jessica Wright vs. Chisato Sakurai

Jessica frowned. She had always wanted to be in an action movie and this felt a lot like it could be one. But this greenhaired bitch had to go and ruin all her fun. While the whole bookcase remained upright, more or less, Chisato managed to wriggle out from under it. Then it crashed and shook the room. Jessica was sweating, in pain, and now royally ticked off.

Lacking a better plan, Jessica charged at Chisato. The girl looked like she was trying to get a breather- the Violent Violet would not suffer that at all. Too mad to come up with anything better, she leveled a missile drop kick to try and launch Chisato onto the bed.

Pulling herself to her feet, she turned around to face Jessica, whom graciously greeted her with a pair of feet into her chest. "Guh!" she cried out, flying back on to the bed. Luckily the landing didn't hurt as much as anything else that has happened to her when they were in the apartment. She recovered much more quickly this time around as she sat up, rubbing her chest in pain from the drop kick.

The bed itself wasn't a scary place to be, but Chisato didn't like the idea of it being in a match as many of them had bad reputations of being....not the kind of matches that Chisato wanted to be a part of as she attempted to back away to the other side of the bed to prevent Jessica from smothering her with her assault.

To everything there is a season. Someone told her that long ago. A time for this, and a time for that. A time for everything under the sun. Jessica had enough of pain for now. No, this was the time for a good old fashioned embarrassment. Chisato was nice and primed for it, being on the bed and all. So Jessica picked herself up from the devastating dropkick and began crawling over the bed towards Chisato.

Maybe she would still be woozy from all the damage she had just taken. That is what the Violent Violet was banking on. She attempted to shove Chisato's back to the bed and then bring herself up and sit on her face! That would be incredibly humiliating, as well as depriving her of some sweet sweet oxygen.

Attempting to back off from Jessica was not helping as Chisato wasn't quick enough as the violent violet was already on her, shoving her back to the bed and just as quickly sat on her face. Chisato's face lit up red from the position, having Jessica's crotch right up into her face as she began thrashing about, trying to get her opponent off of her. The state she was in was not suited for the thrashing she was doing, however Chisato was not concerned about that.

After being beaten up woozy from Jessica's assault, the girl now had the gall to try and humiliate her like this. The green haired girl would not stand for that as she attempted to kick her legs up to try and wrap them around Jessica's head, trying to then throw her off of her.

Jessica laughed. Harshly, derisively. Her crotch was right in Chisato's face- surely she could smell her dominance, almost taste the palpable power Jessica had over her. She gave a playful hump just to rub it in that little bit more. But then something awful happened. A leg came up under Jessica's chin. "What the-" was all that came out before Jessica was returned to the surface of the bed.

The Violent Violet was upset about the temporary setback, but that is all that it was. Temporary. Jessica was not going to let it kill all the momentum she had building. So she tried to seize both of Chisato's legs and flip her over to hit her with a Boston crab. Jessica looked around the room to see if the little ref girl was still there. This might be over soon, Jessica felt.

Chisato was even more embarrassed as Jessica humped her face before managing to throw her off. Her hand came up and started to wipe her face out of disgust, "Why you-!" she let out but before she could finish, she felt Jessica grabbing at her legs as she felt her go for a submission. Chisato's eyes hardened as she had enough of Jessica throwing move after move on her as she tried to stay on her back and tried to kick her violent opponent in the face repeatedly to try and get her off and away.

The ref girl managed to get into the room, keeping up with the heavy action as she stood near the edge of the bed, ready to see if either girl was about done. It certainly didn't seem that way at the moment.

Jessica was a bit surprised. This girl had a ton more fight in her than she suspected. One kick, then another landed and Jessica was sent off the bed. She tumbled to the floor with a yelp and crashed down. The carpet floor was a lot harder than the bed and Jessica did not have a pleasant experience with it.

But the Violent Violet rose up, still defiant, still angry. She braced herself for whatever was coming next. Jessica felt like she was ready to take on the world, let alone Chisato. Her heart was racing- this fight wasn't going to be over for a long time, and she realized this now. Sweat soaked her red wrestling outfit and a few bruises were already forming. But Jessica was going to stick it out, as she always did.

Chisato kicked with all she could muster in an attempt to free herself and stop Jessica's vicious assault and she was successful, kicking Jessica all of the way off the bed that gave her time to catch her breath. Rolling on to her front and then on to her knees, Chisato was panting as she brought her hand up to her head, still hurting after the brutality inside of the kitchen.

Looking back at Jessica who was rising up, Chisato looked to take the opportunity to keep the Violent Violet down as she got to her feet, her feet pushing into the bed as she would then launch herself at Jessica, tucking and flipping as she was in the air with the intention of hitting Jessica with a flying, rolling senton and take her to the ground. It was definitely a high risk, high reward attack as she could only imagine what would happen if Chisato were to miss and have a horrible landing.

Jessica was still in the process of rising up and overcoming when something awful happened. She was hit with a cannonball. Or maybe it wasn't a cannonball but it certainly felt like one. The Violent Violet let out a "Guh!" as she collapsed to the floor and her arms and legs went akimbo. Maybe it was the exhaustion, maybe it was the pain, but Jessica just couldn't immediately react to it.

She tried though. She tried to tell her screaming arms and legs to get up, to shove and punch and kick and throw. But she just couldn't. Nothing was moving and nothing could move. Her eyes were closed and her mouth lolled open. Every single breath came hard and ragged and she felt like every breath in was a dagger to her lungs. The crowd watching on was probably cheering Chisato on, probably yelling at her. Well, whatever. Fuck them. She was in the here and the now, and the here and now was abysmal

Crashing into Jessica's body as her own rolled off on to the floor, Chisato would roll over on to her stomach panting heavily after the flight through the air. It was much different from falling off of a turnbuckle and on to a mat, the landing was much harder despite her not crashing into it with her full momentum. Looking up to see her opponent laying on the ground, Chisato thought that it would be the best, if not only time to go for a pin, crawling her way towards the Violent Violet.

Her body was aching as her head continued to spin, the twirl in mid air did not help the head recover from the brutal slam when Jessica closed the stove door on her head as probably blood raced to her head as more of it leaked out from the cut on the side of her head. Instead of going for a proper pin, Chisato would attempt to drape her arm over Jessica and pin her like that as she slumped into the floor as the ref girl got into place.