AV 18 Hardcore Championship - Jessica Wright (c) vs Orboro Scarlett

The slam came off, and the ring shook. For a second, Jessica lay there transfixed, wanting to witness the aftershocks of her slam. After a moment, Jessica shook off her hesitation. The night was not nearly over, and there was a distance to go yet before Jessica preserved her rightful place atop the hardcore pile. Jessica rose to her feet, and wiped her hand across her face. When she gazed into her palm she saw red. Her fist clenched. She was in a hole now, and the path to victory just got that little bit harder. Her hands descended to her hips. She stared at Oboro. There was going to be no more room for error, no more wiggle room. For the rest of the evening, the Violent Violet was going to have to be just short of perfect if she wanted to keep the title that she bled and worked and injured for.

Jessica charged forward, headlong at her opponent with wild abandon. Her long legs let her cover the ground quickly and her fury was honed in on Oboro. Her arms were pumping, propelling her to even greater speeds, and only blood would sate Jessica's intense hatred. The Violent Violet jumped up and went soaring through the air, as she aimed a strong jumping straight kick for center mass!

Getting herself back up onto her feet after being slammed by her opponent, Oboro looked at Jessica, whose face was streaked with blood due to her clawing on her face earlier. Oboro smirked, knowing that she was the one who had the upper hand at the moment, but a quick victory sounded rather boring, so she thought that she would enjoy this match to the fullest, making sure that her opponent would learn of the differences between the two of them.

Oboro saw Jessica running towards her, and she braced herself for anything the red-clad woman would throw at her. Steeling herself, planting her feet on the mat, she would take her kick head on, but the moment Jessica drove her boot right into her body, her eyes widened, mouth wide open. "OOGGHHHH!!!" The blow was too powerful, and due to her trying to tank the attack, it felt like her own innards had been blended inside her.

But, Oboro wasn't the woman she was today by easily taken down by just a single kick. Focusing on what was important, she would grab onto Jessica's leg. Ignoring the excruciating pain she was currently experiencing, she would try to take her opponent down onto the mat with a leg-twisting dragon screw takedown, hoping to deal some damage on her opponent's leg as well as to stop the champion's momentum.

Jessica's long legs propelled her forward. Those squats that she did at the gym were not just for her having a large rear as it turned out, and Jessica soared into the air before crashing straight into her opponent. Shockwaves emanated up her leg as the daring strike came off. Oboro was foolish enough to try and deal with it head on, and that made Jessica smirk a little bit. This woman did not really know whom she was dealing with. You don't get to be the hardcore queen by weak little strikes. You get that strap by launching yourself full on at anyone standing in your way and thrashing as hard as you could once you were there.

Jessica landed. Sort of. While Jessica had managed to land the kick, Oboro had the werewithal to hold on to Jessica's leg. That was going to be a problem. Before Jessica could really do anything about that fact, Oboro had spun her to the ground.

Jessica crashed down, skipping a bit before coming to a complete halt. She turned herself over and tried to ready herself for whatever was coming next...

Oboro managed to take Jessica down onto the mat with the dragon screw takedown, but the kick to her gut earlier had left her struggling to breathe. So, after taking her opponent down, Oboro took a while to recover and regain her breath, grunting as she struggled to keep herself on her feet. Seeing Jessica on the mat, Oboro would then bend down to grab her onto her legs, holding her onto her ankles.

"Haa... you're mine now, dear..." Oboro rasped out as she would hold onto both Jessica's legs, spreading them. From there, she planned to drive her foot right under her navel, looking to hurt her even more in preparation for her next attack.

Keep calm. You're down, but not out. Well, you're gonna be out if you do some stupid shit. The voice in the back of her head was of indeterminate origin. Part of it sounded like her father's rough grumble, but Jessica's soprano came bleeding through at times. She did not have time to reflect on what that meant, with Oboro looming over her with just-short-of-murderous intent gleaming in her eyes. Something was about to happen, and with Jessica having her back to the mat, that something might not necessarily be in her favor unless she came up with a plan and executed it in a swift and violent fashion.

So Jessica struck. The second that Oboro went to grab her legs, both of Jessica's legs shot forward at the same time. She was hoping to hit Oboro right in the gut to rip the wind from her, but Jessica was going to take whatever she was going to get.

As Oboro grabbed Jessica onto her legs in preparation to launch her attack, Jessica went to attack her, kicking at her gut, which caught the red-clad challenger off-guard. "Gurkhhh!!!" Winded, Oboro was forced to abandon her plan as she would let go of Jessica's legs, staggering away from her as she would distance herself from her, hoping to regain her bearing and breathing.

Trying to keep a safe distance between herself and the hardcore champion, Oboro would place her hand onto her gut where she was hit earlier. It seemed that her opponent still had quite a lot left in store, which meant that Oboro needed to keep on fighting in order to ensure that the current champion would stay down. For the time being, she would keep her distance, watching Jessica's movement as she would focus on her own recovery.

Jessica was eyeing Oboro cautiously. Sure, she had just nailed Oboro right in the stomach with a very powerful donkey kick, but Jessica knew enough to be wary. This woman had proven herself to be more than capable of all sorts of acts, and Jessica sure as hell did not want to be caught in something nasty. But the Violent Violet was fortunate in that her opponent backed away, and Jessica breathed in for a second. Not enough to let her guard down, of course, but enough that she felt like she could get up without being punished too harshly. She extended an elbow forward as she rose that she may fend off the worst of Oboro's attacks, but came all the way up to find Oboro looking at her with the same suspicious look that Jessica had just given the sadistic woman.

She wiped the blood off her face. That was a reminder that she was down a little bit. She looked at the flecks of red on the back of her hand and scoffed. It was only a little blood. She had bled before, and would bleed again. Jessica found herself in a mood where she would see a lot of blood from her opponent, and the lurch forward she made eventually turned into a full run, showing that she was more than intent on bringing those dark thoughts to fruition.

The Violent Violet surged across the mat and leveled a punch at her opponent. If the first one landed, she would launch another, then another, flurrying at her opponent with a deep and incoherent rage.

Carefully watching her opponent before her, Oboro saw that Jessica was also observing her warily. Still, she wanted to see what her opponent would do next, and sure enough, Jessica decided to charge towards her, closing in before attacking her with a flurry of punches. "Nghh!! Grghhh!!" While some of the punches managed to connect, Oboro quickly brought up her arms, shielding herself from most of them to keep the damage to the minimum.

Still, using her arms to shield herself wasn't a good idea in a long run, considering that she ended up feeling sore around her arms that she used to shield herself. But she would wait for the right moment to retaliate, watching for an opening that she could capitalize on. After taking another punch from Jessica, she saw an opening, and she would try to take advantage of it. Digging her boot into the mat, she would bring one of her arms down before attempting to deliver an uppercut right under Jessica's chin.

Jessica came forward faster and hard, putting everything she had into this mad attack. Her fists flew at Oboro from angles that could only be described as unnatural. Her teeth were gritted into a cruel facsimile of a smile, one contorted by a burning desire to lay the other low. Jessica was probably breathing as she carried through with the assault, but she of all people would not have been able to tell a soul. She heard the sharp grunts that Oboro was exhaling, and that made her want it all the more. Jessica twisted her weight onto one side for just a split second to get all the more into the next punch when something awful happened.

Oboro found a gap in Jessica's armor, and for the grievous mistake of allowing herself even a moment's hesitation, Jessica was punished dearly. When the blow landed, Jessica's chin shot up and she stumbled back a few steps, woozy and in pain. Tears of pain started forming in her eyes as Jessica took a few seconds to find her sea legs. If nothing happened in that short period of time, she would hunch down and begin her attack anew, with a slightly better strategy in mind.

She would close the ground between them as fast as her long legs would allow, and try to wrap her hated opponent up with Jessica's hands around Oboro's waist. From there, she would quickly try to transition into a belly to belly suplex that would hopefully rock the ring!

Delivering the uppercut right under Jessica's chin, Oboro thought that the attack would leave her stunned, but much to her surprise, Jessica managed to recover after a few seconds. It was a miscalculation on her part for expecting her opponent to be the same like those other woman she had fought before. Jessica had proven her mettle before her, which was very impressive, but Oboro had no time thinking about that as she found herself having her opponent's arms wrapped around her body.

Before Oboro could hit Jessica with an attack, she was hoisted up and thrown over with a belly-to-belly suplex, and her eyes widened as she lost her footing before she crashed into the mat. "Guhhhhh!!!!" She felt her entire body shaking from the impact, and she fell onto the mat in a heap. Her body was aching thanks to the suplex, but she would not let herself be an easy target for her opponent as she would try to roll herself over onto her side in her attempt to recover.