Entropy Title Match: Jessica Wright vs. Alaina Sanders

Jessica could almost hear the muscles and bones of her back straining. She could sure as hell feel them and it was not pleasant. The Amazon had her mitts on her and she was strong, maybe even as strong as Jessica. There was no way she would admit that earlier, but being in a hold as hellish as this, the thought occurred to her. Her struggles became a bit more coordinated now, but with Alaina firmly implanted on her back, there was only so much she could do.

The Violent Violet squirmed this way, then that, then back again. It felt stupid and pointless, but the move was really beginning to take its toll. This one might have been one she would just have to ride out.

Alaina wrenched one last time on Jessica, knowing that she had to let go....no tap outs today. Alaina would have to lay on more punishment to get the practical knockout necessary for victory.

Alaina got up and pulled Jessica up to her feet by the arm. Alaina was ready to put more of her power on display. She lowered herself and put one hand on Jessica's hip, and another on her upper chest. Alaina let out a mighty grunt of effort as she lift Jessica up, straight over her head! Alaina wanted to press her foe up and down a few times before hammering Jessica down off the mat with a thunderous military press slam!

Even if Jessica wanted to tap out, it wouldn't have meant anything. The hold was beyond painful especially in Alaina's strong and capable hands, but Jessica held out. When she was let down to the mat it was like the liberation of France, such was her ecstasy. Jessica's hefty chest was no longer the center of attention for what felt like and looked like the whole world and perhaps more importantly her back was spared the excruciating pain of the submission. The last little pull back did quite a number on her however...

When she was pulled up, she offered no resistance. She hardly could given the pain in her back, but was in for a great surprise when she was heaved high into the air. The Violent Violet was put on display once again, this time however in a decidedly different way. Alaina rubbed it in by doing a few reps with her! The indignity of it was bordering on astounding. After all, this was something that Jessica did to other women. This was not something that was done to her!

Then it all ended. In one final heave, it was ended. Jessica was slammed into the mat and left writhing in pain.

Alaina knew how to put all she had into a military press slam, and that thunderous echo of Jessica hitting the mat was extra satisfying. Alaina stood over her fallen opponent and flexed to rub it in. She knew Jessica was a wrestler of pride... even if her moral compass was out of whack. "Come on ref, start that count! Our big pushover isn't getting up anytime soon!" Alaina shouted over the noise of the fans, cheering on the display of the champ.

"One!"

Alaina knew Jessica wasn't down for ten. She was a total, violent bitch but she was a very tough violent bitch. Still, the slam, the pose... Alaina wanted to take steps to win the head-game battle. If she could get Jessica angry enough over the course of the match Alaina knew the normally intelligent wrestler would make mistakes she wouldn't normally make.

"Two!"

Jessica slowly opened her eyes to a world that was very unsympathetic to her plight. Alaina was fucking flexing on her, literally, and every member of the audience was going nuts over it. They were mocking her, launching jape after jape at her in the most abusive fashion. Jessica wanted to leap over the small barricade that separated them from her and maul every last one of them.

Three!

Jessica stood up. The military press had done a number on her, but like all things, Jessica pushed through it. She rose slowly and surely, like a phoenix from the ashes. It would have made a good roll for the camera if anyone actually cared about her. Alaina had been cocky in asking the ref to come count and the Violent Violet was going to do everything in her power to make sure the Amazon knew that.

She started off the festivities with a punch leveled towards Alaina's head. Some payback was called for after that attempt at humiliation, and even though a hard straight right wasn't the most degrading move, it set her up for all sorts of things...

Alaina expected Jessica to get back up, but not as quickly as she did! She looked at the woman in disbelief and when she moved in to make a grab at her, Jessica's fist was there to greet her! Alaina let out a yelp of pain as she staggered back, her hands moving up to her face! Alaina was stunned for a moment, shaking her head to get back into it. This defiant powerhouse was going to pay!

Alaina wanted to run up and land a punch of her own, but the time she spent stunned had given Jessica a window to get back into the thick of things. That didn't bode well for the champ to say the least....

Fist collided with face. The nasty crack of bone on bone sickened the patrons of the arena. Many doubted that Jessica would simply lay down after such a paltry offensive, but hope springs eternal in the human breast and many would have welcomed an early end to Jessica's title hopes. Jessica simply could not accept such an ignominious end. She was back, baby, and flying at the Amazon with everything she had.

Jessica's arsenal was as deep as it was brutal. She surged forward, encouraged by the immediate and palpable success of the punch and sought to double down on the move. Two outstretched hands went out to seize Alaina and then hopefully send her to the corner with an Irish whip. Then the real fun could begin.

Alaina went in to strike Jessica, but her opponents long, powerful arms had quite a bit of reach to them... more than Alaina had to be sure. Alaina's own momentum worked against her as it turned out, with Jessica sending her flying towards the ropes at top speed! Alaina's back pounded against the turnbuckle as she slumped in the corner, letting out a cry of anguish as the crowd had quieted down significantly with Jessica on the offensive. Indeed, aside from a few stray calls to rally Alaina it had gotten mostly silent inside the arena.

Alaina's chest heaved as she did her best to collect herself, although the impact ensured that she would be slumped in the corner for a moment. "Ungh.. damn it..." Alaina muttered to herself as Jessica closed in.

Jessica appraised the situation. Alaina was against the turnbuckle, and Jessica had to get the mighty mo back on her side if she wanted that belt around her waist. That was exactly what she wanted, more than anything in the world. Some recognition of all her hard work, some ignominy. With thoughts of greatness pushing her ever forward, Jessica began running towards Alaina in a full sprint.

At the last step she would leap into the air and bring her muscled shoulder forward. A flying clothesline against a trapped opponent was a brutal move, but Jessica was a very brutal move. The arena was almost silent, save a few supporters trying to rally the Amazon queen but Jessica knew that only the micacious lights above could judge her.

Alaina had a few seconds of breathing room, but it wasn't enough. She was still slumped in the corner when it felt like she was run over by a bulldozer! Alaina let out a scream of agony as her whole torso throbbed. She moaned weakly as she fell from her standing slumped position to sitting in the corner, her arms still draped over the bottom ropes as she leaned back in a daze.

Alaina was in a very dangerous spot. She had a raging bull in the ring with her and she was in a total daze. This was far from where she wanted to be in this match. She needed to be in control. Right now she would have to grade herself as a failure of a champion, given her spot in her first real title defense. That all being said, Alaina was ill prepared to prevent the further onslaught of Jessica Wright.