Jessica Wright vs. Aisha Love

Jessica powered up. To say that her anger was written all over her face would have been the understatement of the century. The knee and the blow had done a lot to get her to the ground, but it took more than that to keep her there. Her opponent was on the move, and Jessica had to be ready for whatever was coming.

The Violent Violet saw her opponent just in time to recognize that she was flying at her. Aisha's crotch smacked against Jessica's face, but the veteran was incredibly fast on the uptake. She grabbed her opponent's legs so that she could not twist. From there, it was straight down.

Jessica went for a powerbomb of her opponent, countering the move in one brutal and efficient stroke.

The pinkette was slammed down onto the mat, feeling herself give out as pain, so much pain filled her body. She had set herself up and now weakly lay there, sprawled out on the mat, knocked out and unable to move any further. She was spent, barely able to even lift a finger. This match was a goner and Aisha had now no chance to turn the tables. He eyes closed, consciousness fading away.

Jessica was breathing hard. She flexed for the crowd, who booed her in return. They hated her. The audience did not want to see her like this, happy, powerful, dominant. Yet here she was. Standing, with her opponent on the ground in front of her. The Violent Violet bent down and seized a fistful of pink hair.

She then shoved Aisha's head between her strong and thick legs. Jessica folded her arms under her, just to ensure that there would be absolutely no escape. From there, it would be up, and down. Her finisher: the Queenmaker.

Aisha's eyes opened for a split second before she was thrust down into the mat. She tried to move but she was out, brain yelling at her to get up, to continue the fight, but nothing moved as she just lay there.

Jessica wasted no time. Her opponent was showing no signs of life, but still the Violent Violet did not delay. Quickly, sensing that victory was within her grasp, she rolled her opponent over and lay across her. With one of her strong arms, she hooked her opponent's leg.

The ref girl slid in, and started the count.

ONE!

TWO.....THREE.... DING DING DING!!!!

The bell rung and Jessica had won the match. Aisha unable to kick out, knocked out by the devastating finishing move.

Jessica closed her eyes. There was really no anticipation in this, very little suspense. She knew that the woman under her was all but effectively dead to the world. She knew that her finisher was just short of lethal. She knew that she never doubted that she would win, not even for a second. Somewhere deep down, she was still that skinny fifteen year old girl, who just wanted her daddy to pay attention to her.

When she rose from the pin, she was not that girl anymore. She was Jessica, whole, strong, indefatigable. Her arm was up before the ref girl even got to her, and the zebra just basically touched it. There were very few in the crowd who were cheering her, but they were mostly drowned out by the torrent of boos.

Jessica flipped them off, and began making her way out of the ring. It was time to see how much beer she could drink.

Aisha lay on the mat breathing shallowly. She was out, eyes closed and groaning as she rolled over to her side. She was hit up badly, calling to the ref for some help to stand. She had lost this one but it didn't matter, she'd train harder and beat Jessica one day. For now though, she was helped out of the ring and brought out of the arena up the ramp with a referee. She raised her arm in salute to the fans.

WINNER BY PINFALL: JESSICA WRIGHT