Unhappy Beginnings - Jessica Wright Vs Kuniklo Lapen

[LuchadorBunny]

Standard Match:
Winner via pinfall, submission or knockout.

Another night on the big stage, another night Kuniklo was brimming with enthusiasm to be a part of it! Barely able to contain herself the short redhead tried to pre-occupy her mind by double checking that all of her gear was correctly fastened, fumbling around with her boots and bra in an adrenaline fueled mania!

"Ain't nobody going to stop me! This win is as good as mine! A standard match is a simple match!" The energetic fighter sang to herself just behind the curtain to strengthen her spirits while she waited those last few seconds before she was allowed to burst out onto the ramp!

And indeed when the time came the spunky spitfire sure followed her intention! Jumping out onto the ramp with all the energy she could muster, arms wide! Visibly absorbing the energy from the crowd, smile as bright as ever as she took a moment to just enjoy it, beginning to bound her way down to the ring moments later! As cute as can be the shorty wore her usual bright red skintight bra and panties combo, nothing fancy but when you had such a nice body born from hard work and exercise 'fancy' wasn't much of a concern!

Upon reaching ringside Kuniklo threw herself up with reckless determination, grabbing the top rope and vaulting over so that she could sprint over to and up the opposite corner, arms high in the air to further bask in the glory! "I don't know who you are but you better watch out! I'm feeling unstoppable!" The bubbly girl finished off with a challenging point towards the opposite ramp, making a final statement towards her foe, hopping back down to the canvas below right after!

Kuniklo In Her Wrestling Attire!

[LtLukas]

Jessica sat back in the chair. It was a big chair and quite comfortable to boot. She supposed that she had come a long way since they had first started, as in the very beginning she was dumped into some squalid locker room where she could barely stretch. Now her dressing room was just short of palatial. The Violent Violet had already stretched out, and now she wanted to cool herself down so that she was not coming into the match too hot. Tonight she would be facing someone who was still a greenhorn. The Violent Violet was still fairly young herself, and she did not want to have everyone rushing around from the very onset of the match.

Jessica got up from her chair, comfortable as it was, and started walking down the hallway near the staging area. She was outfitted in her black and gold attire, her sports bra doing what it could to restrain her massive chest. Her gladiator outfit swished a bit as she walked. A few of the worker bees looked at her, but a hard glare was enough to ensure that they didn't say anything outside of their station.

The Violent Violet peered around the curtain. Her opponent tonight was energetic, exuberant even. A lot of younger women had that sort of intensity. Jessica tried to think of a time where she thought and acted and spoke like that, but nothing was coming to her. For as long as she could remember, she had to be tough. This woman too would learn that the ring was no place for weaklings.

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

Jessica emerged to a chorus of boos. The Violent Violet didn't really care, as she let them all know by ignoring them. The Violent Violet slid under the bottom rope and glared at her opponent.

"What do you think your coffin is going to look like?" Jessica sneered.