Jessica Wright vs. Morgana Corvi

Regular match: win via pinfall, DQ, KO or submission.

When Jessica arrived in her dressing room, everyone in there cleared out. Jessica could hardly blame them, really. The Violent Violet had earned herself quite a reputation while at AFW, and she always backed it up through sheer aggression. There were very few women here who were as malevolent, as skilled, and as hell bent as she was. Jessica had proven time and time again that there were very few depths that she would not sink to in order to win a match.

So when her manager had told her that tonight would be a normal match, she was kind of mad for a second. She would not be able to smash a light tube over someone's back. She would not be able to send her opponent through a table. She would not be able to hit her opponent in the shins with her favorite baseball bat. The flicker of anger quickly dissipated. Sure, she was at her best when she was reveling in the mayhem of a hardcore match, but she was damn good when it came to regular matches as well. And this Morgana, whoever the hell she was, was going to get a taste of it, first hand.

Jessica left her locker room having stretched out and made herself nice and loose. She jumped up and down, once, twice, letting it all shake out before she treat her path to the staging area. Just like when she entered the locker room, all of the workers there beat feet to get out of her way. One, however, lingered, and a murderous glance was enough to send him scurrying three rooms over. Jessica chuckled a bit. It was good to generate that sort of fear.

Little sister there's blood on the tracks...

The dark strains swelled, as did the chorus of boos that rained down on her. Jessica flipped them all off as she approached the ring, and slid under the bottom rope. She stood in the middle of the ring, defiant and indomitable. She placed her hands on her hips, and flexed her big biceps.

"Let's see what you are made of," she muttered.

As Morgana was chancing into her wrestling attire which consisted out of a black leotard whit long sleeves a pair of indigo ankle boots and to finish the look and add a bit of mystery a indigo cloak whit a hood which she used to cover her head. As it was almost time for the match to start Morgana would make her way towards the backstage area as she just missed Jessica make her way down to the ring as she had heard about how tough the other wrestler was.

As Angel of Darkness by Alex C ft Yasmin K started coming out of the speakers Morgana would make her way to the ring as she would wave to the crowd as she would slide under the bottom rope to enter the ring. As Morgana was getting back onto her feet she heard the announcer ''Now entering from Rome,Italy weighing 15oibs it Morgana Corvi'' as she got introduced to the fans as she would extend her hand out for her opponent to grab it as she hoped to start it whit a handshake.

Morgana:

Jessica watched as her opponent came down to the ring. There were a few different types when it came to wrestling, and Jessica reckoned she liked this one the least. The mysterious type, that always tried to pretend that there were layers upon layers into who they were. Jessica was never shy about her intentions, especially in the ring. So the Violent Violet scoffed as Morgana stepped into the ring.

But it was a look of pure contempt when Morgana stretched out her hand. "Fuck off with that bullshit," Jessica literally slapped the hand away. At that instance, the bell rang, and Jessica began in earnest. Before the bell stopped echoing around the arena, Jessica sent a thunderous right forward towards Morgana's face.