Rising Suns and Shooting Stars

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Jessica was mad. She didn't have a real reason to be mad, but that had never deterred her before and it sure as hell was not going to slow her down now. The Violent Violet thought of every slight against her to help hype herself up. That time that she was passed over for the belt back in Iowa, despite the fact that only around 50 people knew about it and fewer than a dozen actually cared. That time some Japanese driver cut her off, despite the fact that Jessica did not really have right of way according to the rules of the road. That time that Jessica got overwhelmed by Lilliana, and was humiliated in the ring.

The Violent Violet wanted revenge for thousands of slights both real and imagined. And she was going to take it out. On an entire country. She was wearing her usual black and gold attire, as if she were already in a fight for the evening. And given the bomb that she was about to deliver, she may very well end up in a match.

Or at least a brawl.

Jessica grabbed a microphone and marched out to the arena, theme music be damned. She marched down to the ring with her head held high and a middle finger even higher, sliding under the bottom rope before wheeling around in the center of the ring. Jessica raised her fist to silence the crowd.

"Listen fuckers, I am really fucking sick of it." Jessica gestured at, well, everything. "This shitty ass country has not produced a real wrestler in god only knows how long. We Americans are meaner and tougher and stronger than you. I have more power in my little fucking pinky," she stuck her pinky up to emphasize her point, "than this whole fucking arena combined." Jessica dropped her hands to her waist, and let the boos come down on her. "I am the biggest baddest bitch on this whole shitty island, and not a fucking soul is going to tell me otherwise," she said, as she scanned the crowd for their reaction.

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"URUSAI!"

A cry rang out from stadium speakers as Jessica finished her sentence. With impeccable timing, the voice of the prominent Japanese middleweight rang out. Yamato Nadeshiko spoke with a tone of authority and anger. Her music started up soon after she shouted. Jessica had called out her nation her fellow wrestlers, her people, and this would not stand. Emerging with a microphone in hand, the Nadeshiko stood tall and confident. Her tight, toned frame echoed the indignation and intent behind her words. The song would fade out as she spoke up.

Yamato Nadeshiko

"How stupid are you to come all THIS country, to the upper echelon of women's wrestling in the world and call us out?!" She'd state angrily while pacing towards the ring. The audience's cheers reverberated through the arena. Yamato was a known hero for her career in the squared circle. She had qualified to enter the middleweight championship tournament and came up short but here she was ready to get her LAW status back on track by rising up against the Violent Violet! Against this upstart outsider!

"I'm going to send you packing, gaijin! The brunette growled as she rolled under the bottom rope and stood up to look Jess in the eyes.

I'm gonna show you what it means to throw down with a joshi! And then I'm gonna put your fat, sorry, American backside on a plane back to the land of the free and the home of the amateur wrestlers that you crawled out of!" Yamato got up close and personal. Her bust met Jessica's as she put the mic to the side of her face and roared into the woman's face. Fans rallied and commentators talked up the Japanese star! One way or another, a fight was on the brink of breaking out!

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She threw her line out into the water, not really knowing what sort of creature might be on the other end of the line. As it turned out, there was quite a big fish there, as Yamato Nadeshiko came striding down the ramp blustering with nationalistic pride and unbridled confidence. Tonight was going to be a doozy, and Jessica was already feeling it. The pop that the Japanese woman was getting already was immense, and it was a great pleasure of Jessica's to think about silencing all of them in one fell and devastating swoop. The night was alight, and Jessica was feeling the energy.

"This is the upper echelon of wrestling because of fucking me." She pointed at herself with her thumb for emphasis, as if the point were lost on anyone. "And by the way, fucking bring it." She opened her arms wide showing off her tight body and her potential martial prowess, especially now that they were so close. Yamato was the one who walked up to her, and now it was Jessica's time to show what she was capable of.

"You couldn't send me packing. Hell, you couldn't pack a fucking paper bag. I am going to bash you so fucking hard you are going to swear you are fucking Korean." The acidity with which she spoke was undeniable, and Jessica was holding nothing back. Her voice was a low growl and Jessica's purple eyes glowered with burning hatred.

"Tell you fucking what. Match type wise. If you get covered in the other one's flag for ten seconds," Jessica paused. Ten seconds was half an eternity in the world of wrestling, and Jessica wanted to see if Yamato fully understood the consequences of the words. "Then you lose. Which means fucking you, dipshit." Jessica was pointing her finger right in Yamato's face to let her know how serious she was.

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Jessica wasted no time taking credit for the reputation behind joshi wrestling, attributing her own exploits and efforts as the reason for Japan's women often being cited as some of the best wrestlers in the world. The claim made Yamato raise an eyebrow with annoyance. The Japanese beauty crossed her arms and stood her ground. She brushed off Jessica's words. It was plain to see from the get-go that Yamato was eager to fast forward to the part where she drove this foreigner out of her LAW ring and back from whence she came. And the chance to do so would arise without a moment's notice! The brunette middleweight's ears would perk up when she was told to bring it. Jessica's bravado wasn't all show. The Iowan native gestured widely, showing off an impressively trained, resilient frame. But being prompted with little more than a honed body coupled sheer disrespect and ignorance, the Japanese star saw fit to acknowledge the Wright's crass commentary with little more than an eye roll.

Nadeshiko began to lock eyes with Jessica once again after being issued that challenge. A spark kindled within her. Her eyes flashed with an angry passion. Yamato got nice and close. She held the mic just beneath her chin and spoke with indignation in her tone.

"If that's what you want, we can make it happen. Oh yeah, we can certainly do that! I say 'we' because I can only do the first part. I can wrestle you and beat you by ensnaring you in the glory that is the flag of the Land of The Rising Sun! That part is easy, Jessica! Do you know what's hard?! Deporting you back to your hometown! Because there isn't a single soul in this entire stadium that can point out freaking Iowa on an an unmarked map!"

Officials at ringside had already begun scrambling and searching their supply areas for some flags they could use to kick this off post haste. A female referee ran down the ramp to try and join in and get between both women before they could kick things off.

Yamato saw them from the corner of her eye. Commentators at ringside had already announced that they'd been given the ok to do this thing here and now. And news of this only made Yamato smile before finishing saying her peace.

"So let's get this thing started already. I got better things to do. Realer wrestlers to fight than this no-name jock from her no-name state."