Jessica was straining herself, and she knew that. Ever since her loss to Lilliana, she had been throwing herself at every single match she had been offered. Some were wins, some were losses. Jessica had been in the ring for long enough to know that was going to happen, but it was rare that someone had this many matches. If that was what it took to rise to the top of the pile, then Jessica was all for it. The Violent Violet was not going to tolerate anything less that greatness from herself, which was all but a given.
She was warming up in her locker room, but herself. They had given her the bigger room this time, a sign of her rise in the company she thought. Jessica liked looking up her opponents before the match, but she didn't find much other than some poor quality footage from Canada. The Violent Violet reflected for a second. Maybe the fact that they were throwing her against nothing but rookies reflected the fact that they didn't really like her at all, and they thought she was just some sort of gatekeeper for the company. Her face screwed up in rage. She was going to be talking to her manager after this, and insisting that she get matches against women who were more experienced.
Whatever. That would be a problem for later. Her problem for right now was Chloe St. Pierre. Jessica had gone through her stretching routine, and was nice and warmed up for the match to come, she hoped. The Violent Violet would go for her usual strategy, which was to say that she would be coming out hard and strong and not stopping until she got the three count. It occurred to her that she ought not be so predictable, but she brushed that thought aside. Her strategy worked. Usually.
Jessica made her way to the staging area quickly, with her usual long strides. She was feeling confident, but then again she was almost always feeling confident. She bounced from one foot to the next as she waited for her music to blare over the loudspeakers.
Little sister there's blood on the tracks...
Jessica emerged to a chorus of boos. The crowd didn't like her, and Jessica didn't like them. She acted like she was about to go high five a fan, but at the last second took her hand away and flipped the poor guy off. That just caused the crowd to boo louder. Jessica snickered. She marched down to the ring and slid under the bottom rope. Typically, fighters were meant to go stand in their corner. The Violent Violet opted to go stand in the middle of the ring.
Fly on down, snow bird, she thought.
