The brawl to end it all: Jessica Wright, the Violent Violet vs Madonna [Hardcore match]

Still shocked Madonna stared right at her fingers. She started to bleed… because of this slut? A big range started to grow on Madonna while she was staring right onto her fingers. No one was allowed to make her bleed… and everyone who did would suffer for this baldy and Jessica would suffer for this!

But just about when Madonna wanted to lift her view to look at her opponent she felt how she was torn upwards at her hair making her moan out loudly. Her opponent was standing there right in front of her, holding her beautiful hair.

This could be a great chance for a attack but before Madonna could do anything a fist connected right to her face, making her head snack backwards a bit, But she couldn´t stumble backwards away from her opponent or her head could even get away because the grip of Jessica was to tight, giving her no chance to get away. So it came that the fist of the Jessica hit the face of the German over and over again. She could endure a few punches before she fall onto knees right in front of the American woman.
If Jessica would take a short break Madonna would use this chance to tease her opponent: “Is this…. Already all you … got?”, she would ask even after resaving a heavily beating just a moment before.

Jessica's fists flew, like raindrops from on high, like cruise missiles over a salt flat, like race cars thundering across a track. Madonna was not even granted the privilege of backing off, as Jessica still had that lovely purple hair of hers in a bind. Soon, the German woman was dropped to her knees, and even if she was still clutching Madonna's hair, the punches were brought to a halt. Jessica listened to her opponent's words, and cocked her head to the side.

"Nah." Her verbal response was fairly limited, but her physical response had a lot greater depth. She pulled Madonna up to her feet again, still holding on to the dark-skinned woman's hair, and quickly went to work. The first order of business was tucking Madonna's head under her armpit. It was a bit of a shame, Jessica thought. The Violent Violet fully intended to mess up Madonna's face, so more people ought to have seen it while it was still pretty.

The second order of business was a lot more brutal, and a lot more fun for Jessica. She would drop straight down to the concrete floor, in a quick DDT. In the ring, she might not have even gone for a move like this. The only thing was, they were outside of the squared circle now, where anything goes. She wanted to see more blood, more pain, more suffering. And she was going to do everything in her power to get it.

Madonna was on her knees looking up to her opponent; Jessica was able to bring the big fighter down to her knees for the moment and forcing her to take a break. But Madonna was far from done she got still a hell loft of fight left in her, but after that beating she would need a moment to get into this brawl.
But Jessica wasn´t done there. Instead of giving the German the break she needed, she tore her back up to her feet at her hair, what made Madonna moan out loudly. She tried to fight back a bit but this just increased the pain she was feeling and almost gave her the feeling that Jessica would rip out a bundle of her hair.

In the end the American woman was able to get the former boxer back to her feet and directly set up the next move by putting the head of Madonna under her armpit, fixing her there. Madonna was just about to start trying to fight free, when she felt how Jessica would start to move.
The body of the American was falling downward and Jessica had no chance of holding herself up ,so she was pulled downwards with her. The floor came closer pretty fast, giving Madonna no time to react, before her head just hit the hard floor. The impact was painful as hell, knocking the life right out of Madonna, making her lay flat on the floor just moaning out loudly, not moving a single muscle.

Down Jessica went, with Madonna in tow, like the walls of Jericho. Her rear crashed against the concrete floor at nearly the same speed as Madonna's head. A pang of electricity shot up her back, but that was almost nothing in comparison to what her opponent must have been feeling. A wicked smile spread across her face, and she let go of the dark-skinned woman. Jessica pulled herself up, steadily, slowly, and soon was on her feet.

The Violent Violet turned to find that Madonna was still on the ground. Her head had met the concrete before, and she knew how much it hurt. She knew that the woman on the ground deserved so much worse for humiliating her brother, and Jessica fully intended to dish out the retribution that this woman so justly earned. She took a step towards the woman, recalling how she had struggled a bit when Jessica tried to force her under her arm.

There would be little struggling this time, she hoped. She grabbed the woman once more, and attempted to get her up on her feet again. That was the dignified way to do things, unlike the travesty she had visited upon James. Seizing a clump of Madonna's purple hair, Jessica attempted to Irish Whip Madonna into the barricade. Only moments before, she had been slammed into that exact same barrier. Now it was time for Madonna to taste it.

 

After that DDT Madonna wasn´t able to regains much of her surrounds. The only thing she got was the unbelievable loud ringing of her ears and the pain she felt in her forehead. Anything else she didn´t get to this point.
Standing up was no option for her right now, all she could do was moaning out loudly, while staying flat on the floor.

But Jessica would go on with her attack. She would grab the purple hair of the German again to pull her up to her feet. She was totally dizzy but thanks to the “help” of her opponent she was back to her feet, before she suddenly felt how Jessica tore her around, forcing her to crash right into the barricade back first.

After crying out loudly in pain, Madonna would slowly sink down on the barricade until her arms would hand over it and hold her up. She was hanging there in the barricade, unable to move, just breathing heavily. Her eyes still looked on her American opponent. Madonna was far from done… Jessica needed to throw a hell lot against her to keep her down.
 

Thwang. Jessica could not remember the last time she was having this much fun during a match. She could also not remember the last time she had been in a match that was this brutal, and she was fairly sure that those two things were correlated. The soundwave of Madonna crashing into the barricade finally hit her ears, and Jessica began advancing on her opponent with a bit of swagger in her step. The German woman did not seem to want to stay on the floor, however, much to her annoyance.

But Jessica knew more than a few ways to deal with that particular problem. She felt that she had all of the momentum on her side now, and she was going to exploit that knowledge in the worst and best ways possible. The Violent Violet sent the German woman a kick just to keep her pliable, but the real fun was going to begin soon.

The Violent Violet grabbed Madonna's shoulders, and tried to stand her up and turn her around. Jessica's hands shifted a bit, to try and turn her opponent around. From there, she would attempt to slam Madonna's head straight into the barricade. That forehead was already bleeding. She wanted to see how much blood she could spill this evening.

Madonna was kicked hard bay Jessica making her moan out loudly, each little hit she took her brought her back a bit more from the DDT she just suffered. Her head wasn´t clear fully but at least she could think a bit. And she thought that she was fucked up. She saw that the American woman was standing in front of her obvious enjoying what she did to the german.

Suddenly Madonna felt how Jessica grabbed her opponent and pulled her away from the barricade. This could be her chance to turn things around, Madonna would try to reach out with her arm, trying to grab Jessica, before lifting her up from the floor, trying to put her onto her shoulder. Only for a short moment though because Madonna was still pretty dizzy. The German woman would try to turnaround and throw Jessica down from her shoulder; hopping being able to perform a snake eyes against her and let her drop chest first against the barricade. This should stop Jessica for a moment.

After that Madonna would stumble backwards away from her opponent still totally dizzy. She knew that this should stop Jessica but not for long. Madonna needed to top this off. If Jessica was still on her feet Madonna would bring out a loud war cry, before starting to run forward as fast as possible. She would jump in the very last moment trying to spear Jessica right through the barricade behind her. That should do the deal!


 

Jessica thought she had it. She was so close to slamming her purple haired opponent into the barricade, and from there ending the match. The barricade was hard, harder than this awful contemptuous woman, and it would have left this woman out cold for certain. But just as the sun rising in the west, just as her being pleased with her useless brothers, just as a peaceful night when Jessica Wright was in the bar, it was not fated to be, and Jessica was seething with rage. Her opponent not only blocked the move, but lifted her up and slammed her into the barricade.

The move hurt, but moreso than that it was totally disorienting. In one instance, she moved from on top of the match to it overwhelming her, and her back was lit up with pain from the harsh concrete. Her mouth was closed, and she was grimacing hard. But that was not enough to stop her. Slowly, her purple eyes opened up to the world and she rose from the floor.

She was all the way up at the perfect time for Madonna to spear her. She flew backwards, right into the same barricade she used to prop herself up. The combined weight was immense, and this time she did not rise so quickly. As it turns out, it was enough to stop her, you just had to do two goes.

Madonna was able to bring both of them through the barricade with the spear. Her head was already spinning before they went into the crowed and now it only became much worse for her! She couldn’t really tell where she was. But the pain and the pleasure of knowing that she made Jessica suffer just pushed her future. Madonna would roll of her opponent to the floor right next to her breathing heavily.

Although both women took so much damage that normally many fighters would have stayed down for good, Madonna wanted to push herself even future. She didn´t care what would happen to her body during this match. All she wanted to do was hurt Jessica as badly as she could. Madonna would hit her forehead against the hard floor, before pushing herself up from it, getting on her knees first then onto her legs. Madonna would walk turn around, grabbing a young girl that was in the audience to push way, only to get the chair she was sitting on. Madonna would grab it with both of her hands and pull it up to herself before turning back around to Jessica. “Payback, schlampe!”
She would say with a smirk on her face. Madonna would raise the chair over her head slowly, before she would let it come back down onto the back of Jessica as much force as she could, smashing her back with it. Mdonna woulddo this a few times screaming: “Strieb du dumme Hure!”

A lot of things had happened to Jessica while she had been wrestling. She had been slammed, thrown around, and put in more submissions than almost anyone could bear. But this was the first time she had literally been sent through a barricade. It appeared as if Madonna was going to introduce her to a lot of things she had never done before, and Jessica was not liking that one bit. She was face down to the harsh concrete below her, and was really not enjoying this situation one bit.

Her head was aching terribly, as that was what usually happened after something came into contact with concrete. She groaned. It seemed as if everything in the world was either spinning or throbbing, and that was not the best feeling in the world. Already, the match had taken a lot out of her and she had a nasty feeling that it would take still more out of her. Despite her aching head, despite her fatigue, Jessica began pushing herself up.

And then she went back down, basically immediately. Something hard slammed into her back, and then once more. There was some screaming involved as well, but Jessica did not understand it. She was not sure if that was due to the fact that it was in a different language, or due to the pain now rocking her. Whatever it was, Jessica was going to be down on the floor for a little bit longer.