Jessica Wright vs. Yamato Nadeshiko

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Flag match: win by covering your opponent with your flags for ten seconds.

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Jessica was listening as Yamato prattled on. The only words that she were really interested in was the dark haired woman accepting her challenge. We can make it happen. Oh yes, Yamato, we can. A slight smile spread across her face. She had come into the evening looking for anarchy, and she had found it. All of the welling anger that Jessica bore towards the world could now be released, and Jessica was going to bring all of that wild fury to bear.

But she was watching her. Closely. Yamato was locking eyes with her, and Jessica detected a passion deep within her. The Violent Violet reckoned that she had touched a nerve, which is exactly what she wanted to do. Jessica did not have the audacity to smile any more. From now on, it was going to be all business, and there was much to be taken care of this evening. The whole weight of the United States was on her shoulders now, which she did not really care about. It was mostly for her family back home.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a ref girl clambering into the ring. She held the microphone up to her lips one more time. "You're fucking done." And with that, Jessica cast the mike aside, causing a horrible screeching sound to reverberate around the arena. The Violent Violet did not react to it at all, instead barreling forward, straight at her opponent. Somewhere, a bell was ringing, but that would not have affected her plans much. Jessica was in full attack mode, and she was not going to relent for something as inconsequential as violence being allowed.

She charged forward at her opponent, and brought her strong shoulder forward, going for a spear. There was nothing held back from Jessica's strong opening move. The only way any wrestler was going to stay down for ten seconds was if they were hit hard over and over, and Jessica did not think she would look good wearing a Japanese flag.

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Yamato was every but as incensed as Jessica. The Japanese All-Star locked eyes with the purple haired gaijin. Although Nadeshiko was more reserved about it, she had the same passionate contempt for Jessica that Jessica had for her. With the toss of a mic and a parting sentence, all Jess needed to pop off was the presence of an official. And as soon as she confirmed that one was coming down the ramp running, she charged forward to hit a short-range yet impactful Spear, taking Yamato down while the crew at ringside struggled to get things set up.

The timekeeper rang the bell. The stagehands began prepping the flags. And as they did, the Japanese middleweight didn't simply idle. No, from the second Jess first made physical contact, Yamato had already implemented designs to put Wright in her place and back on a plane to her country where she belonged. Yamato tightened her abdomen, bracing for the impact a mere fraction of a second before Jessica took her down! Upon landing on her back, Yamato rolled over. She'd begin throwing haymaker after haymaker with her right hand. From the moment these two met, the ongoing brawl was telegraphed. Now that they were getting into the thick of it, Yamato's eyes widened as her fighting instincts kicked in and she began fighting like for the pride of everyone in attendance. She began fighting in behalf of the thousands in attendance and watching at home that Jessica had made an effort to dishonor. And Yamato would have that honor back or get hurt trying....

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Jessica's purple hair flowed behind her, carefully bending down and rising up with each heavy footfall as Jessica tore across the mat at the Japanese woman. Her arms were pumping, and her strong legs came down like lightning strikes from on high. The Violent Violet was a machine, a terminator, and engine of war as she made progress towards the enemy she had just earned herself mere moments ago. Nadeshiko was right there, present. A rival that needed to be humbled.

Her shoulder slammed into the Japanese woman's body. There was a solidness in her. The spear was a strong one, and she was going against a strong opponent. The Japanese woman had clearly braced, and Jessica could feel the power in her. The sinews and muscles in her belly were hardened, and Jessica could appreciate that. Her rival's stance was wide, but not wide enough. Despite the woman's raw power, Jessica's spear caused the duo to go crashing down to the mat.

When she popped up, she thought she would be in the advantageous position. After all, she had just nailed her opponent. She tried to clamber up and over to her opponent only to find that Yamato was throwing haymakers at her. The first one rocked her, causing spittle to go flying to the left. Her brain was now thumping with pain.

Jessica got up and got her hands up in time. The haymakers were only hitting her hands, but they still hurt like a bitch. "Fuck off," Jessica growled as she scrambled away, trying to get some distance between them.

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Jessica's raw, unhinged, primal fighting style contrasted Yamato's starkly. Where Jessica literally ran straight into the fray to do damage in any way she could manage, The "Perfect" Woman chose her strikes more carefully. Enduring Wright's onslaught took its toll. But when Yamato eyed a chance to return the favor, she did so with precision and grit, mounting Violent Violet before throwing a couple of haymakers of her own! The Japanese fan-favorite middleweight connected with a hard right. Seeing Jessica's head jolt to the side filled her with determination to keep the strikes coming! Yamato roared as she continued. Despite mostly hurting Jessica's guarding hands, she pressed the attack to keep the gaijin on her toes. But despite her crass words and demeanor, her foe was no fool! Just when Yamato began to slow down, Jessica escaped her grasp, rolling/crawling away tk create some space.

The audience roared when they saw this! Yamato slowly stood up. She brought her hand up to her face and swiped away at some of her own spittle before calling out to her foe.

"That's right! Run! Soon you'll be running all the back to your no-name hometown, gaijin!" The Japanese native cried out. Despite not knowing one another, the seeds had already been sown for a harshly physical and hateful bout. After letting out a battle cry in response to the audience's cheers, Nadeshiko would step forward to pursue Jessica, hoping to catch her near the ropes to stand her up for an Irish Whip.

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Jessica was reeling now, and she recognized that. Nadeshiko was unrelenting with all of the blows coming her way, and Jessica knew that they were not simply going to stop. Especially not after that war of words they had just engaged in. Jessica had done everything she could to insult this woman and her country down to her core, and there was no way to come back from that without someone's blood being spilled. And she was going to do everything in her power to make sure that it wasn't hers.

Jessica opened her guard just to find her opponent grabbing onto her and hitting her with an Irish whip. Jessica was soon sent bounding to the ropes, short distance as it was. With every footfall, her mind was turning with ways she could get some measure of revenge on this woman. Her arms were pumping as she raced towards her opponent, her purple eyes narrowing on the way.

At the last second, when it seemed like the critical moment had come, Jessica launched herself forward, her shoulder leading the way. She was attempting to hammer her opponent down to the mat with a strong clothesline. The throaty yell she did as she launched into it would not be reciprocated by the crowd the same way that Nadeshiko's had, but Jessica felt that it gave her that little bit extra she needed to really put the hurt on the Japanese woman.

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A short distance it was for an Irish Whip indeed. But it was enough for both women to know exactly how they wanted to capitalize on this opportunity! And in this instance, they each had the same thing in mind! Yamato took one step forward as she prepared to greet a rebounding Jessica. The brunette swung her left arm back before throwing it forward full-tilt for a wicked clothesline!

"Grr!" The Japanese superstar grunted abruptly when she was met by the very same move she had attempted, a Clothesline of Jessica's own! The crowd only grew hotter and hotter as the two incensed fighters collided! The impact would have Nadeshiko fall onto her back. Both women seemed to have roared and put everything into that blow. Because they were near the ropes, Yamato would see fit to roll over and grab onto the middle rope to begin pulling herself up. She could only hope that the Violent Violet was in worse shape than she was, and hopefully still down.

"All that talk and you barely even hit like an American..." Yamato commented as she rose, despite getting leveled just now.

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Jessica was an immovable object, and Yamato was an irresistable force. Their bodies collided like two stars in the heavens far above them, and their clash was just as sizeable, just as cosmic. The Violent Violet closed her eyes, with some desire to ensure that they remained in her head. Jessica was sent flying backwards in the aftermath, rolling over her back before landing on her left knee and her right foot. For a second, she found it difficult to breathe, what with the air ripped from her lungs and all.

When she tried to stand, she wobbled for a bit. She grimaced when she did so. Not because of the pain, although that was immense, but rather because she showed weakness in front of this woman, in front of this whole country. That was something that she could simply not tolerate. She clenched her fist and stood upright, throwing her purple hair from her face with a flick of her head.

"All that talk and you're still going to get your ass beat," Jessica advanced, slowed by the pain in her body thanks to the hard hit. But still she came. She brought her fists up and tested Yamato's defenses with a quick jab.

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It was a tight contest thus far. From a heated argument to a physical match, this drawn-out encounter was sure to turn the stomachs of the weaker willed fans and wrestlers watching. Although the two of them got along like oil and water, Yamato and Jessica shared more in common than they cared to admit. Both flung themselves at one another without hesitation and without remorse. Without any concerns, save for the other wrestler's comeuppance.

Both women faltered after the collision. Both women rose to their feet perhaps sooner than was advisable. Yamato raised her fists. She stepped forward only to be greeted with a quick but hard jab. The blow glanced her forearm and left a red mark for a moment, making Nadeshiko wince. Being subjected to Jessica's brand of reckless physicality lit a fire in the Japanese Superstar. Instantly her eyes and mouth widened. She'd charge forward, widening her stance to tackle Wright and push her towards the corner of the ring!

"ORAH!" Yamato roared as she tried to push past her foe's defense and get right down to it. Should she take the right to the corner, the brunette brawler would start throwing hands of her own, unloading on Jessica's chest with a mixture of alternating chops and forearms!

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Jessica was testing Yamato out, although at this stage in their interaction Yamato was very much a known commodity. The Japanese woman got her defenses up in time, and Jessica wheeled her body around to start launching her assault in earnest. Before she could get into it, however, she recognized a change in Yamato's posture, and in her affect. Jessica's own eyes went wide as Yamato launched herself forward, going at her with blow after blow.

Jessica's defense held up for a time, but it could not hold up forever. Soon Yamato broke through and chop after forearms slammed into her chest, sending the Violent Violet reeling backwards into the corner. She cried out as her back hit the turnbuckle. Jessica was unable to stop the unrelenting attacks on herself, much to the delight of the Japanese crowd.

Jessica's face was concentrated. She tried to steel herself, to make sure that she was ready for whatever was coming next. Given how hard those chops were coming, however, that was not going to be an easy task...

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The Japanese crowd being firmly behind their homegrown superstar certainly didn't make those blows any less intense or any less fierce. Yamato was incensed. Her eyes widened and her upper body tensed as she tried to cave Jessica's chest in. Of course, the referee was among the mass of people that wanted to see Wright get her well-earned comeuppance. The striped-shirt gal didn't even bother to count as Nadeshiko continued going to work. After lighting the Violent Violet up for several blows, Yamato reached for those purple locks, seizing them with a harsh grip before pulling the foul-mouthed gaijin from the corner for a follow up!

"I-KU-ZOOO!" Yamato cried as she ran towards the center of the ring, intending to keep a firm grasp on Jessica to set her up for a Running Bulldog! Although Nadeshiko could scrap when she needed to, she was ultimately an aerial fighter when it came down to her affinity for offense in the ring. And against someone like Jessica, she'd need the most physical aerial moves possible to show her the grit of Japan's finest and send her packing along with the rest of the American women that came to the Japanese wrestling circuit to brag.

Had Yamato's move connected, she'd pop up to her feet and ball her fist before raising it up high. The Perfect Woman would look to capitalize by dropping down and hooking one arm around the Iowan's leg and the other around her head for an Inside Cradle Pin!