Friction World Cup Battle Royal

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Jessica wanted everything. If there was ever one weakness to have, that was it. The Violent Violet was not content with the rampant violence she always wanted to cause, the absurd amounts of alcohol she consumed on a weekly basis, nor did she ever stop wanting the belt. Not the hardcore one, not the tag one, and sure as hell not the kawaii one. Jessica was going to do whatever it took to attain it.

The wrestling gods were punishing Jessica for her wanton avarice. Just as Sisyphus was destined to roll the boulder up the hill only to have it roll back down, so too was Jessica threatened to be kicked in the chest until the gods saw fit to put an end to her struggle, one way or another. She flew back once more, again clutching the ropes which had provided her some solace.

There was little solace from a raging bull, however. Jessica was driven upwards and back, her body flying over the ropes. As one last final attempt to salvage herself for this match, her long outstretched arm extended for what felt like forever towards the rope. Somehow, twisting and turning like the great nether, Jessica held on.

Not that she was much better off for it. She was only hanging on to the top rope with one hand, and in a ton of pain. One eye was shut, and the other looking down at the concrete floor below her...

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