Jessica Wright vs. Karen Starring

The ref heard it. The tiny zebra girl signaled to the judges on the sideline to ring the bell, and ring the bell they did. The crowd erupted with cheers, and Jessica smiled. This match was over, and Jessica was the winner. She just noticed she was breathing really hard, and her massive breasts were heaving up and down. Her arms finally began to shake from exertion, and she had to move a bit to maintain her grip. A delightful sound finally reached her ears. It was the sound of Karen sniffling, and it was pathetic.

Jessica made a promise. She said she would let Karen down from this, and she was weighing that promise now. Karen had been a bitch to her all match, despite the fact that Jessica was by far stronger of the two. So the Violent Violet had no fear of reprisal. And to push Jessica even further, the girl was fucking sniffling. She didn't belong in the ring. She was worthy of whatever honor Jessica could give her.

"I lied." Jessica said. She twisted her arms to ensure that Karen would hit the mat head first. Then she threw Karen down to the canvas with all the strength she could possibly muster. Even if they weren't coming off of the turnbuckle, this one was going to hurt. The crowd was aghast at Jessica's clear lack of sportsmanship, but Jessica didn't care. The Violent Violet wanted to hurt this girl now.

After the heel move, Jessica hopped down to the mat. She spat on Karen, showing disrespect one final time. "Don't you fucking forget what happened tonight, bitch. I sure as hell won't." Her hands were on her hips and her voice was pure acid.

And sure enough, despite of course being in no submission effort, the referee accepted the somewhat tearful declaration of a match end without even double checking. At this point, Karen's eyes were clenched shut, fighting a watering sensation, as if she were Tom Cruise and a tear falling would trigger the alarm floor right beneath her. It certainly wouldn't signal to a set of guards that there was an intruder. No, something much worse. She'd further piss off a women that simply shouldn't be pissed off. Not that she didn't already mind, even if inadvertently.

And then, her foe, still carrying her as if she was a trophy obtained on some great hunt, stated the cold hard truth. Of course she lied. This had turned into a squash match. Why the fuck would Jessica end on friendly terms?

Suddenly realising a gaining of momentum, Karen's eyes even with poor blurred vision opened as the woman began to teeter top first towards the map. Given her sheer size and the angle of the throw, she wouldn't hit the mat completely head first as her foe intended, instead by no will of her own somewhat rolling midair; her shoulders instead sharing the blow along with the back of her skull.

Not that it mattered really.

The impact knocked the blonde clean out; arms to her size, eyes now shut for a considerably longer amount of time.

It was over before it had even begun. Jessica knew that. Well, she would have said it anyways. Karen was not going to get the title belt soon, and neither was Jessica. But this still felt like a statement. This felt like a crowning achievement. The jewel in her tiara was right and shiny and it had the blonde's pretty face on it, so everyone would know whom she beat. Jessica flipped Karen off, and the ref off, and the crowd off. She was down with all of these posers and losers.

The Violent Violet hopped over the top rope and landed on the floor with a perfect ten. She stalked up the ramp and out of the arena. Her thoughts were focused on home, and all the beer she had there. Jessica had more than earned it, she felt, and was going to savor it until the very last drop.