Jessica Wright vs. Miyumi Ikeda

Jessica felt a surge of pride as the Japanese girl had her pretty little face planted into the mat. "That'll shut her up for a minute" flashed through her mind. Miyumi would recover quickly though and the purple haired girl needed to move. The crowd, so ebullient earlier, sat in silence as the heel began to work. She stepped over her downed opponent grabbed her left leg, and attempted to put the smaller girl into a single leg Boston. "Dumb," she thought, "Too near the ropes. Even then this flashy little bitch probably has a way out."
The heel recognized that this wasn't likely to get her a submission, but would give her a minute to recover from the kick and let her formulate her next plan of attack

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Jessica was again awestruck by the little face's athleticism. It occurred to Jessica that the little face was slippery like a fish and could wriggle out of anything. The second thing that occurred to Jessica was her opponent's knee coming right at her face. She had seen more codebreakers than the CIA counterintelligence bureau, and knew how to handle it. Miyumi's knee hit her square in the jaw which yielded a yelp of pain from Jessica. Miyumi's hands latched on to Jessica's purple hair and she attempted to use her weight to bring the bigger girl down. Jessica wrapped her arms around the girl's back and used her core strength to come down slowly which resulted in barely any impact between them.

"Heh. You don't know what you are getting into."

Finally, Jessica could counter. She secured her hold on Miyumi, rotated her hips to get her knee off of her jaw and launched into a belly to belly suplex that would come down behind her.

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Jessica saw Miyumi scramble up the ropes even after having all her weight come down on the smaller girl. She hoped to daze her or stun her to keep the onslaught up. But before she knew it the girl was flying at her. Jessica was slow on the uptake and found her head grabbed and thrust down. The impact was brutal and left Jessica groggy. She laid face down on the floor.

"Chirssakes" escaped her lips.

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Jessica could feel her heart racing now. She was slow to get up and groggy, but not out of it yet. She saw little Miyumi dashing at her and then launch a kick at her. She managed to get her arm up just in time to vitiate some of the impact but the worst of it still hit her. Her head jerked to the side and blood flew out of her nose. She staggered and struggled mightily not to go down which she ultimately failed at. She bounced back up quickly though despite the crowd pulling for the Japanese girl.

"MI-YU-MI! MI-YU-MI!" they chanted. This sickened Jessica and she desperately wanted to shut them up.

Jessica closed the gap between the pugilists quickly. She delivered a swift kick to her opponent in an attempt to bend her over. Should that be successful she would reach around Miyumi's head, grab her tights and lift her in the air for a dazzling vertical suplex.

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Jessica felt she needed to display her raw power and she did. She flexed for the audience showing off her powerful biceps as the crowd begins to warm up to the young American. She looked down over Miyumi and clapped mockingly above her downed opponent. Maybe the girl was down for the count. Jessica began to crouch down going for a classic belly to belly pin when an evil idea flashed through her mind.

"You only get one chance at a first impression right? Let's make a statement."

Jessica stomped her boot on Miyumi's chest. Her shoulders were down and the referee began sliding in to count.

"ONE!" the referee bellowed.

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