Jessica Wright vs. Yoshiro Onamay

Standard match: Win by pin, submission, KO or DQ

Jessica was less angry than usual. After her brief hiccup earlier in the year, the Violent Violet had been on an absolute tear. Maybe people would now pay her the attention and respect she deserved, but she doubted it. Fans were stupid, other wrestlers were stupid, and the top brass were sure as hell stupid. Jessica wasn't going to have the recognition she so rightfully earned until she beat all of them into a pulp. She wasn't going to have the recognition she deserved until she had that shiny AFW title belt around her hips.

But that was a dream for spring. Right now winter was slowly creeping in and Jessica was preparing herself for battle. She paced around the mostly empty dressing room all the while keeping an eye fixed to the mirror. Her reflection showed a concentrated, muscular woman who was barely concealing her body and the depths of her desire to not only win but dominate. The red yellow and black wrestling outfit almost failed to hold her breasts and her muscles back. A little blonde bitch managed to expose Jessica's chest to the world, and the Violent Violet was not about to let that happen again.

Someone gave Jessica the nod to make her way to the staging area and Jessica was happy to oblige. From the rumblings she had heard, most of the crowd hated her guts and wanted to see her finally get trashed. But there were a select few who appreciated good old fashioned clobberings and tonight they were going to get a show.

Little sister there's blood on the tracks...

Jessica's dark hymn blared through the arena as Jessica walked down the ramp. No fireworks, no bullshit. Just Jessica. She did not even look at the crowd the whole time and bounced into the ring. Her violet eyes were cast up the ramp to see whoever came down it.

Welcome to hell, she thought.

Yoshiro had sort of heard of her opponent before. That she was on a war path to get a belt. Yoshiro knew a few up and comers that were like that. But it really seemed that the purple-harried woman was one of a handful that had the potential to obtain a belt to wrap around her waist. But tonight, that woman would learn two lessons from the bird.

Yoshiro was no pushover, even if she did look a bit dainty or frail.
And to win, you have to lose more than you'd want to.

Some Kind Of Monster by Metallica begins to play to signal that Yoshiro was stepping out. THe confidence on her represented itself by the beaming smile on her face and her lowered eyes of intimidation towards her opponent for the night. Just as her opponent did, or didnt as it were, Yoshiro didnt have any flashy lights or fireworks as her music played. Yoshiro got into the ring and leans back against the turnbuckle.

"Heh, arent there enough of you overly-muscly types around here?"

Smilers. Jessica hated smilers. This was a fight and this was a job. If any girl took it as a hobby, Jessica was going to rip them to shreds. "No, sweetie, I have found there has never been enough." The girl leaning against the turnbuckle was a few hairs smaller than Jessica and quite cute. If she beat her up enough, maybe she could take her home.

The bell went off and Jessica approached the center of the ring. The crowd roared its approval as the Violent Violet confidently strode towards the middle and raised her hands to challenge Yoshiro to a contest of strength. There were no smiles on Jessica's face, but there was a pretty healthy dose of murderous intent.

She rolls her eyes when the big woman said there wasnt enough. Yoshiro lost her smile and gave a frown of discontent. It eas odd for her to call Yoshiro 'sweetie'...A bit out of place, actually... The bell rang and the two would walk towards each other.

"You got a name? I don't wanna forget who Im making tap out..." The bird says as she locks up and pushes against her opponent.

Jessica felt Yoshiro's strength. This blue haired woman was weaker. A lot weaker. Jessica pushed against her at 75% capacity. There was no great need to burn herself out this early. "The name is Jessica. What's yours?" Despite her exertion, Jessica wanted to give an air of insouciance. "And I promise you one thing, you are not going to make me tap."

Jessica pushed harder. Time to see how much pressure this woman could handle.

Yoahiro was pushing with her all, not knowing that her opponent wasnt doing the same. She learns that her name was Jessica. She told Yoahiro that she wouldn't submit to her and then began to push harder. The bird makes a small gasp as her bare feet began to slide a bit on the ring's canvas.

Jessica began pushing with full force. She felt her power surging through her like she was some conduit of greatness. The girl hadn't told the Violent Violet her name, and she didn't particularly care to find out. She cared to push Yoshiro all over this ring and she planted her feet and pushed with all her might.

Yoshiro was taken back too much by her opponent's strength to give her her name. "I-Im Yoshiro.." As much as Jessica had power over her, Yoshiro knew she had knowledge over her. She would trap Jessica in enough holds to wear her down. That would secure her victory.

Her feet couldn't get grip like Jessica's boots did, and that forced Yoshiro to move back a step or two more.

The power. That was the most basic reason Jessica had gotten into wrestling. Throwing your raw strength against another woman and seeing who was stronger. There was never any doubt in Jessica's mind on that subject. Even when she lost. Maybe especially when she lost.

Jessica took a step forward, then another. This girl might not have been capable of stopping her. The Violent Violet was going to see just how far that went, holding the lockup but still moving forward. Her legs were long and on the move as Jessica sent a kick towards Yoshiro's side.

Yoshiro knew that she was almost being pressed back into her corner. And she would be at this rate. She makes a strained growl and again is forced a few steps back. She was about to hit the corner with her back when she was kicked. The bird cries out and falls iver onto her side, letting go of Jessica's hands