Jessica Wright vs. Yamato Nadeshiko

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Jessica was collecting herself. It was a stupid, unforced error, and the more the thought about it the more she regretted it. Not that she was doing much thinking with her head ringing and her entire body in pain. That anguish was delaying her ascent to her feet, and she knew that her opponent was not going to be content to just sit back and let things come to her, especially not after Jessica ripped that promo. There was too much animosity between them now, too much in the air that would not be sated by anything other than blood.

As she was getting up, she braced herself. She was facing down, contemplating the concrete which she had just slammed herself into by virtue of being too reckless. That was something that had always been part of her game - the capacity to charge forward no matter the circumstance. And she knew that there would be consequences here, consequences that would be very much against anything that she wanted. Her preparation was for an unknown threat. The crowd told her that Yamato was on the move.

But she soon found out herself. Something that came with the force of a warhead slammed into her back, flattening the Violent Violet into the concrete which she had just acquainted herself with. But Jessica knew that even more would be coming if she just accepted it, and lay down. No, Jessica was going to tap into every well that she had to get herself upright and get herself back into the match.

Only, Yamato would not allow that to happen. This time, she was looking up, and as such saw the dropkick coming in but could do nothing about it. The Violent Violet went flying backwards, and met the concrete for the third time in just a few moments. This one somehow hurt the worst of all of them, and Jessica knew that she was in a bad position...

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Like the bull, Jessica was always at her most dangerous when charging forward unbridled and unhindered. And like the bull, when she wasn't charging, she was susceptible to Yamato's barrage! Rallying the crowd and driving her boots into Wright's flesh invigorated the Japanese Superstar. Yamato raised her fist in the air and let out a battle cry as she stood tall over Jess. But the deal wasn't quite sealed just yet. Like a matador that's managed to wound their adversary, Yamato had more work to do. After resonating with her fan base, she'd bend down and grab Jessica by the hair. Yamato aimed to bring the irate Iowan back to the ring by throwing her headfirst under the bottom rope. Nadeshiko would follow suit by hopping onto the ring's apron and walking down to the ringpost. The very same ringpost where her nation's proud flag was planted....

Yamato would quickly scale the post from the outside. She'd hoist her flag up high by its pole, waving it triumphantly before diving from the top turnbuckle and onto Jessica! She'd flourish the white and red cloth in front of her person prior to taking flight. Nadeshiko aimed to land atop a grounded Wright with a crossbody while covering Jessica in the process to make an attempt at winning this here and now! With her opponent rattled and dispirited from her prior blunder, Yamato knew this was as good a chance as any. A battle that pit their rage against one another would yield casualties on both sides. But against Jessica's bottomless wealth of wrath, perhaps grace, poise, and patience were the answers Nadeshiko needed. And no better person to deliver them than LAW's own "Perfect" Woman.

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Jessica felt the harsh concrete on her back. This had not even been the first time that she had experienced it while she had been at LAW, but there were many sensations in the world that a human body could simply not get acclimated to, least among them the feeling of being thrown against concrete. But Jessica had no option as she erred and wandered right into a combo from her Japanese opponent, a fact that she was forced to reckon with through her only friend, the floor.

Yamato was not content to just sit back and let Jessica recover the little bit that she could, however, as she picked Jessica up and flung her under the bottom rope. Jessica rolled, and found the white expanse of canvas to be a better companion than the concrete, but she was still in a very vulnerable position. Her opponent made this notion abundantly clear by launching a crossbody that all but glued the Violent Violet to the ring, causing Jessica to expel a loud "Oof!"

Jessica was aware of the cloth covering her face, but for the moment, she was in great pain. The count was rising, and Jessica gritted her teeth. When the count reached about four, Jessica kicked out as hard as she could to rid herself of her Japanese foe.

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Yamato's graceful offense was proving to be effective. Words like "approval" and "cheers" didn't do justice to the overwhelming positive crowd reaction Nadeshiko received for covering the brutish Iowan in her nation's flag and pinning her. For a few moments, it seemed like Jessica might stay down. The count began with no visible pushback from The Violent Violet.

"ONE.....TWO....THREE..."

The referee sounded off. And as she did, Yamato held her head up and smiled. But her vision of a scoring a perfect win here and now became muddled when Jessica kicked out with authority, pushed the Japanese middleweight to the side and forcing the flag off her person. Yamato would roll onto the balls of her feet, rising before psyching herself and the crowd, roaring at Jessica!

"ORA!" The middleweight cried as she measured her foe. Yamato would run to the ropes behind her, rebounding off of them and picking up speed before barrelling towards her contemptible gaijin of a rival! Yamato would leap off the ground and aim for Jessica's head with a Single Leg Dropkick to take her back down!

Yamato wanted a physical match up for her own personal reasons. To overcome the stereotype of the raw strength of American competitors vs the Japanese, to really put Jessica in her place, so make her foe regret every talking down about her homeland. Even if her flashier offense would prove more useful here, she'd keep the hard blows coming for as long as she could!

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The reality of the situation had not been lost on Jessica. She knew that if this had been a regular match, it would be over right now. The Violent Violet had been hit harder, and hit more before. But she had managed to get up for the regular count. For some reason, Yamato had managed to get her down for a count of three. Maybe emotions were running high from the promo she had cut. Perhaps Yamato had hit her a little bit harder than she had known. Jessica's face crackled with a quiet rage. The Violent Violet thought she knew herself, but getting pushed this much in this match was starting to make her doubt.

And of all the emotions, Jessica could do the least with doubt. It was an emotion of timidity, of inaction. As Jessica rose to her feet, she tried to cast it off with a grunt. She managed to rid herself of most of it. Jessica had to. The crowd was picking up in their intensity, doing the most to get their hometown hero up and rolling, not that she need that much encouragement. The Violent Violet had lit a fire under Yamato's belly with that little promo, and the Japanese woman came at her hard and fast.

Jessica planted her feet. She felt like she was a cowboy in the old west, facing down the sherriff in the town square. Jessica was the outlaw, the renegade, the desperado. No one wanted her there, but Jessica would stay there by sheer force of will. She timed Yamato's steps, and threw herself into action when she launched into the air.

Jessica grabbed Yamato's foot, and would use the Japanese woman's momentum to pivot and swing and send her hopefully crashing into the mat. If she were successfully in melting around the blow, she would chase after her and catch her with a knee out as she jumped on top of her.

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Jessica had doubled down not only on the audience's perception of her as an outsider but as an antagonist as well. She had talked herself up to be above and beyond what LAW had to offer, above and beyond what Japan had to offer in the realm of in-ring competition. Every able-bodied fan in the arena channeled their disgust for Jessica and support for Yamato. Hype, claps, cheers, and chants drove The Perfect Girl's every strike, slam, and aerial against the Irate Iowan. And as Yamato chained together moves, she found combinations that kept Wright down progressively longer! But not quite long enough yet to pick up a win for herself and her country!

As the hometown hero was thrust off the Violent Violet, she rolled to the balls of her feet and kept her momentum going! Nadeshiko's red boots stomped against the mats as she picked up speed and momentum! She set up to kick the trash talk straight out of Jessica's mouth - to make her rethink doing a promo at the expense of the turf she was treading on. But sadly, as pompous as she was, Wright wasn't all hot air. There was talent to back up that mouth. Grit, brawn, and a fighting spirit facilitated Jessica scouting the kick! She plucked Yamato's foot from the air and swung the Japanese middleweight down onto her back, effectively using her running momentum against her to detail her! Yamato would arch her back and grit her teeth! Her face grimaced with frustration and pain as she was forced to take in the reality that Jessica had the skill to pull off this counter and much more! And as the brunette cursed under her breath and closed her eyes, she'd be met with a Jumping Knee for her troubles!

"GAH!" Yamato bellowed out as that padded knee was sunk into her hard, toned abs! Air quickly left Yamato's lungs. The crowds cheering immediately shifted to boos! Yamato would try and turn onto her side, keeping her back to Jess to try and bide some time and recover from the strike! The commentators pointed out that Yamato's pride and abs would need time to recover after having the wind knocked out of her sails like this!

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Jessica couldn't stop for a second. She wanted to sit back and watch the Japanese woman writhe in pain for a bit, to see exactly how much anguish that she had caused this Japanese crowd, to revel in how much both Yamato and Japan were not liking this. But she couldn't. The Violent Violet couldn't rest right now. Her opponent had chained together a brutal series of moves that would have ended the match had this been a regular sort of affair, but Jessica was lucky in that she cut a promo and raised the stakes. With that, she had earned herself a fighting chance and she was going to do her best to exploit that.

She prayed that her two quick moves were enough. Even if they weren't, the attempt would surely be enough to dissuade her opponent from certain excesses, or at least she hoped so. Working quickly, Jessica bent down to pick her opponent up and then start hefting her up to her shoulders. From there, she would try and duck her head down and go for a torture rack.

Or a Fujita Five, as she called it. She thought it was a bit funny that she was using a move that had a Japanese surname in it, in an explicitly nationalistic sort of match. Whatever you called it, it hurt. And Jessica was going to try and make it hurt that little bit extra by pushing down on Yamato's upper body and her legs.

It wasn't necessary to do squats with your opponent like that, strictly speaking. There was probably a tiny bit of extra pain that you added, but it wasn't worth the extra element of risk that it involved. That is, unless you considered how much fun it always was for Jessica to showboat. Especially in a match like this and against a woman like this.

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Just one misstep would cost Yamato each time. Once Jessica got going it was difficult to detail her with brute force alone. Yamato had put her national pride on the line. She fought for her fellow woman of the land of the rising sun. Sadly, she'd have had better luck if she hailed from a bullfighting culture rather than a wrestling one. Nadeshiko wanted to teach this Westerner a lesson that could only be learned from proper hook or heel to the jaw. And as much as she wanted to deliver that lesson, she'd find herself having to endure this bad-mouth behemoth and her oppressive strength and offense.

Yamato struggled to try and summon the strength she needed to evade Jessica's grasp. But those big mitts of Wright's weren't just invasive and overbearing. Jessica had pulled the Japanese wrestler from the canvas and quickly transitioned in a fluid motion that suggested she had done this move many, many times before. A contrast between Jessica's crass attitude and her ability to actually wrestle when she needed to. The Violent Violet hefted hey similarly-sized middleweight opponent onto her shoulders. The counter into the jumping knee earlier seemed to be enough to keep Nadeshiko in check long enough for Jessica to apply her a variation of her signature Fujita Five!

Yamato gasped in pain as Jessica applied her Torture Rack hold! The audience jeered all they could. Disparaging remarks and chants filled the arena as Jessica showed off her strength and arrogance by squatting and parading Yamato about the ring, stretching her out as she did so! Yamato could do little besides flail and shift left and right to roll of off Jessica's strong, broad shoulders to try and escape, but the longer Jessica kept this applied, the less likely it seemed that The Perfect Woman would make a comeback, let alone earn the flawless victory that her fans wanted!

"Weak...!" Yamato hissed through her clenched teeth her pride disallowed get from acknowledging this deluded gaijin's strength even if she knew her spine and muscular frame would remember these aches and pains that Wright was dishing out for many days to come!

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Jessica was aware of the effect that she had on the crowd. To not be aware of that would have shown a complete lack of self-awareness, and of all the things she wished she lacked, a sense of self was among the highest. The crowd booed her as she made a mockery of their hometown heroine, and Jessica soaked in it. Eyeballs on her were always good thing. People watched heels' matches just as much as they watched faces' matches, even if they weren't cheering for the heel. It didn't matter though. At the end of the day, money moved the wheels of wrestling and Jessica knew that better than anyone when she scrapped through the Great Plains. Yet now, in front of everyone, she felt like the queen of the world.

When Yamato produced a feeble utterance that she was weak, Jessica smirked. Eventually, that smirk turned into a giggle and then a hollow, cruel laugh. It was nothing short of amusing that even now, with the position that both of them were in, that the Japanese woman was taunting her. She must have known where she was, even without the deep and abiding self-awareness that haunted Jessica's every thought. Jessica had been on the other end of this move more than enough times, and knew how hellacious it was. But apparently, even that was not quite enough for this pretty Japanese woman.

"Oh honey..." Jessica condescended. Her voice was low, but not quiet. It was only for Yamato. The camera might be able to see the words that Jessica was saying, but no one in the crowd could hear it. "You don't know strength." With that, Jessica squeezed harder than ever on Yamato's body, trying to wring this woman for everything that she was worth. The squats and the parading around the ring had ceased. Now it was time to go for it.

She pitched to the side, and then started falling freely. It was perhaps a little bit dirty to drop this woman right on her head, but Jessica was not above that particular move. Especially against an opponent who had the temerity to call her weak. Jessica had that same malevelolent smile on her face from when she laughed. It would be a good look for all of those eyeballs on her...

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Yamato hung tough as Jessica continued working on her back and core. Every chance Wright got to send faces like Yamato to the physical therapist or the hospital seemed to be the Midwestern gal's very idea of enjoying the grind towards that payday. Being at this sadist's mercy felt worse than any strain put Nadeshiko and her Perfect bod. The very last thing she wanted was to show pain - to show weakness before the might and antagonism of the Violent Violet. Not after everything she said about Japan and Japanese wrestling. Not in front of this crowd of men, women, and children that were rallying behind her to give Wright what was coming to her!

Yamato answered Jessica's dismissive rebuttal by raising her fist in the air! The crowd roared as Nadeshiko fought through her wincing, pained expression to show that she had all the fight in the world left in her - to show that when she escaped Wright's so-called "Fujita Five", there would be payback! And soon enough, Yamato would be freed. After the last hard stretch, Jessica poised herself and gave herself room to her side, away from the ropes. She began to, perhaps lazily fall to her side, setting up to what seemed to be a Death Valley Driver variation, something more aptly named than her offensive signature move. And as began to fall, Yamato came to life. The Japanese Superstar kicked up with both legs as she aimed to flip backwards and land on her feet, effectively blocking the driver and saving herself from falling on the crown of her head! By now, it was apparent that although it came from a place of arrogance, Jessica indeed had commendable strength, perhaps more than Yamato! But where they differed in strength, The Perfect Woman more than compensated for in coordination and agility! If Yamato was able to save herself, she'd run towards the ropes behind her after landing on her feet and she'd very quickly pick a full head of steam as she barrelled towards Jessica and tried to swing the momentum back in her favor by jumping up and over her foe and grabbing hold of that purple-haired head with the intention of falling onto her back and slamming Jessica's head and neck into the canvas! Yamato aimed to interrupt Jessica's rise back to her feet with a Corkscrew Neckbreaker to bring some wind back I to her sails and take Wright down a peg or three!