Jessica was checking her phone again. She probably shouldn't have been. There was nothing new for her there. It was the same thread, over and over. Someone on Twitter calling out another wrestler, and the called out woman would go off on whichever woman came at her. And the fans would jump in and let their completely asinine opinions on these matters be known to the entire world. Jessica had gotten many messages in her short time on the media platform, but she was fixated on only a precious few.
Ducky Williams saw fit to make her opinion on Jessica's career known, and Jessica hated her for it. The blonde woman was popular, and for good reason. She had a booty that was out of this world, and a fiery passion that she brought to the ring every time. Jessica had watched all of her matches. At first, Jessica just wanted to know more about the tendencies and weaknesses of her opponent, but then Jessica discovered that just watching the matches was a lot of fun. The Violent Violet was always a fan of strong and humiliating moves, and as it turned out Ducky was a big fan of the stinkface smother. That was something that Jessica thought of as she got up and threw her phone onto her chair.
She glanced over to the mirror, and looked at herself. Her abs were as taut and sleek as they had ever been, perfectly shown off by Jessica's black sports bra and her tights with a gladiator skirt. Jessica flexed her biceps. Oh yeah, she was ready.
Spoiler
Little sister there's blood on the tracks...
Jessica's dark theme music blared over the loudspeakers, and she made her entrance. The Violent Violet stayed her desire to flip off the fans. While she hadn't gone entirely straight, she was trying to tone down all the overtly dickish behavior. She strode down to the ring confidently and slid under the bottom rope. Jessica looked around at the audience, and her purple eyes found an arena filled with anticipation.
Time to see that you're more than just words on a screen, she thought.