Jessica Wright vs. Yoshiro Onamay

Jessica chortled. Seeing the bird on her hands and knees reminded her of exactly how dominant she was, and it felt really wonderful, that feeling. "Come on sweetie, let me help." She grabbed a fistful of her hair and tried to tuck it into her armpit. Then she would bring her up into an inverted vertical suplex, or a Fujita Five as she liked to call it.

Being picked up and so quickly being slammed back down, the bit had no Tim to brace for impact. Yoshiro seethed in pain and tried to roll away a few time to get onto her stomach again. And just like before, she would he onto her hands and knees. Hopefully she could get up...

Jessica wasn't going to let Yoshiro have a moment's respite. Not now. Not ever. She had taken both of her wrestling boots from her, which was tantamount to trying to take away her dignity. Jessica took a step forward and launched a giant kick towards Yoshiro's face. Now she would get an up close and personal look at what she could do with no shoes on. Maybe now she would truly appreciate her feet.

Yoshiro was aboutnto get onto her feet, but a kick from Jessica stoop that. Her foot slams into the bird's chin and forces her to fall back onto her stomach. The blue haired woman made a few whimpers as she looked up slowly at the strong woman% who was probably looking to run her.

Usually, Jessica would put an end to the match right about now. But this girl needed to learn some damn respect. She bent over, grabbed Yoshiro's hair, and tried to drag her over to the corner. There, she would try to prop her up against the turnbuckle and give her the stinkface of her life...

Yoshiro was thrown into a corner. The bird makes a small groan and looks back up at Jessica coming at her. Or rather...Her rear end ! The bird knew what this was, and didnt want that. Anything but that! At the last moment, she dove away, ending up sliding a bit on her stomach and laying on her front near the middle of the ring.

Jessica was ecstatic. She finally had a chance to pull one of these off. She was all smiles as she brought her rear backwards to find only turnbuckle. She lurched forward in surprise, to see her least favorite bird on her front in the middle of the mat. Fine. If she didn't want to have any fun, Jessica could put her in a ton of pain. She sent one peremptory stomp down just to nullify any resistance.

She advanced on the poor girl and sought to bring her up and tuck her head between her two strong thighs. Then she could fold her arms under her. Then it was all textbook- she could hit her finisher, the Queenmaker!

A stomp to her back made Yoshiro cry out in pain. She wasn't going anywhere but Jessica wanted to make sure of that. She then feel her head pulled into between her thighs. Her hands were instinctively going up to grab those thighs.

Jessica grabbed her hands before that could happen and put those arms where she wanted. Yoshiro's feet flail and slam on the canvas ring floor repeatedly in response. "Let me go...!"

"Not a chance sweetie." Jessica looked out at the crowd for a split second. They hated her. They wanted her to lose all the time and be humiliated. They wanted to see Jessica, the Violent Violet, the abominable woman that she was, lose at the hands of some plucky underdog with wily strength and sheer pluck. But that wasn't going to happen. Not today, hopefully not ever.

Up she went. Or rather, up they went. Jessica sought to bring the bird up and down and hit her with a devastating finisher. That would surely be portentous of her doom.

Was the 'sweetie' supposed to be condescending or something like that? Yoshiro was mildly annoyed by it. She groans and struggles a bit while hearing the crowd boo. Were they booing Yoshiro for not winning against Jessica? How could she? Jessica was such a powerhouse.

The woman jumped up with Yoshiro, and her face was slammed directly into the canvas. "Mmghh!!!" Yoshiro cries out in a muffled fashion into the floor and Jessica's thighs.