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

Madonna was letting of some steam and aggression on Jessica. It was just feeling so dame good hitting that slut over and over with the chair onto her back. On the face of German woman would a smile slowly start to appear while she brought some payback onto Jessica. But the chair wasn´t enough… Madonna wanted to hurt her even more and worse… Suddenly the German woman felt how something warm was running down her cheek. And then she remember that Jessica made her bleed a few moments ago…

Now it was on her to return the favor. Madonna would throw away her weapon, if she would need any new there were enough around the two fighters. Then the German would slowly step backwards, looking at the body of Jessica. Then Without any more words Madonna would step forward, trying to jump into the air, before coming back down, hopping being able to land a knee drop right on the bedside of the head of Jessica, so her forehead would be driven right into the hard unforgiving concrete.

Jessica was not feeling good. It would have been terribly odd if she had; after all, Madonna had just slammed her with a chair a few times. Her back, her strong back, was now burning with terrible pain, and Jessica's eyes were closed. The crowd was all around her, but they were not issuing violent threats or jeering at the downed Iowan girl. No, they were silent, and backtracking, hoping not to get caught in the mayhem that was the brawl between the two powerful, purple-haired woman.

But Jessica could not avoid the mayhem, not at all. All of them were there to see her particular brand of mayhem, and they were getting their wish. The Violent Violet could not tell what machinations were going on behind her, but she knew that it was not going to end well for her. Sure enough, a harsh knee slammed into her head, forcing it against the concrete below her. Madonna got her wish. Jessica was bleeding now.

Madonna was trying to fight a scream of pain. She might have been able to hit her opponent with the knee drop perfectly, she still slipped down from her head afterward, making her knee hit the floor hard. That was dame painful and dangerous, if it would go wrong she could have broken her knee. But luckily she didn´t injure herself with the move, the only one carrying away some damage was Jessica.

After Madonna was on her knees she would start to walk around the body of her opponent, trying to get onto her back and sit down there. There Madonna would smile evil letting her head spin a bit on her neck. Meanwhile Jessica had shown that she was a tough bitch and that she had power… but Madonna wanted to find out how flexible her opponent was, or better said how much she needed to be bent before she would cry out in pain. With these through in mind Madonna would reach out with her hands trying to bring them together in front of the throat of Jessica before pulling the head of the other woman back with everything she had in a kind of camel clutch. But Instead of putting her feet against the floor, Madonna was put ting one knee behind the neck of Jessica, trying to put all her power into the neck of the American slut.
While trying to pull the neck back Madonna would scream out loudly in rage, trying to increase her strengh that way

Jessica had been downed. She hated this feeling. Behind her, Madonna was moving to cause her more damage, and Jessica recognized it. The Violent Violet silently admonished herself, and demanded getting up from herself, but that was not quite enough to get her up and rolling before Madonna descended upon her. The dark-skinned beauty plopped herself onto the small of Jessica's back, and she was very much worse off for it. Two strong hands went reaching below her neck, and Jessica braced.

All of the bracing in the world would not have been much use when Madonna got the hold in. There she was, on the hard dirty concrete floor of the arena, and she was having the living crap pulled out of her. Her entire back was exploding with pain, and Jessica desperately clawed at Madonna's hands. She hated this. It was like her chest was on display for the whole world to see. But worse still, her spine could only take so much...

Madonna felt how some claws were hitting right into her flesh… That was painful as fuck, but she didn´t cared at all, she wouldn´t even mine if her hands would were bleeding because of this scratching. She just didn´t give a crap what happened right now to her all that mattered was the lock she had onto Jessica and how much pain she was giving the American woman that way. With all Madonna had she would pull the head of her opponent back, while her knee was forced into the back of the Violet one.

The German would smile a bit before asking her opponent: “So you want to give in… I think even your brother was staying longer in the fight against me… but don´t worry you will just show the whole world what we already now… that everyone in your family is a failure… especially you!” After finishing that Madonna would scream out a loud war cry and tried to pull back the neck of her opponent even harder. The fans were cheering loudly, but not because Madonna had the upper hand. Not they enjoyed seeing the breasts of Jessica being shown just like that.
 

Something creaked. She was not entirely sure what it was, and she did not entirely feel confident that she wanted to know. It could have been her ribs, or it could have been her spine. Whatever it was, it was causing her a tremendous amount of pain. Jessica's teeth were showing, and her eyes had narrowed into slits. Everyone in the stands could easily see that Jessica was in a ton of pain, and the people nearest to her got an up close and personal view of what she was enduring.

But she was going to endure. She simply had to. The other purple-haired woman in the arena had simply given her no choice in the matter, what with her family pride on the line. Jessica showed a little bit of back strength, and tried pulling down with her back, while also twisting a bit. Let's see how much Madonna wants this, she thought.

Madonna was smiling down to Jessica. On the one hand the German woman wanted to hear that slut give in to her… submitting to a way better opponent. But on the other hand it would almost be a shame. Jesica was talking so big at the start of the match and now finishing her off so early. Madonna would love to keep beating down onto her skull until the bitch wasn´t moving any muscle, so Madonna would earn her victory by KO. That would teach that slut a lesson she wouldn´t forget any time soon.

Suddenly Madonna was feeling a spark of life in her opponent. With no warning the American woman started to fight back by pulling herself forward, only making it harder for the German to hold on to Jessica. But Madonna wouldn´t let go of her so easily. Holding on for a few more moments would leave some heavy marks on the Violet one. Then after some time Madonna would open her hands before standing back up from Jessica, before slowly steeping backwards away from her. “let´s see if there is enough fight left in you to get back up or if you are only empty talk!”
Madonna would then sit down onto the next chair smiling over to Jessica. Of course she wouldn´t let her get up so easily. As soon as Jessica only tried to get back up Madonna would strike her back down again.
 

The submission ended. She was not entirely sure if she could chalk it up to her being strong enough to break out of it, or to Madonna's fiat. Whatever it was, she was just happy it had ended. Madonna had defamed her brother in front of a multitude of people, and there was no way her pride would allow her to tap. Nah, if Jessica was leaving this arena with an L, she was going to be leaving it on a stretcher.

But she could not think like that. The Violent Violet had some freedom, and she was going to try and use it in the most effective way possible. She rolled to the side, and hopped up, to find that Madonna was sitting on a chair, like this was a fucking tea party. There was no way in hell that she was simply going to abide that. She shot her leg up and around, hoping to clock her opponent right in the face.

Madonna saw that Jessica wasn´t done… it seemed like the American woman got some fuel left in her tank. And it was on Madonna to take it all out of her… or better said it was her job to beat it out of her. Somehow Madonna was pretty happy about that the match wasn´t over yet, so she pushed herself up from the chair with a smile. Looked like the fun would go one a bit more.

The heavy German was stepping over to her opponent, moving her head side to sit, getting ready. But before Madonna could do anything Jessica showed her toughness by simply shaking of all what happened to her just a moment ago and go for a counter attack. The Violet one was pulling her leg up and shot it right to the head of Madonna, who couldn´t pull her hands up in time. So the leg of Jessica smashed right into the skull of the former boxer. Madonna was bowing backwards after that kick, she was stunned but she didn´t go down. She fought to stay on her feet, but was stumbling backwards and ended up falling back onto the chair she just rose up from. She would sit on the chair, with the whole world spinning around her.
 

Jessica was furious. She did not know how her opponent thought that she was totally done for after such a paltry amount of violence, and hated the arrogance of the German lady to think that a woman as badass as Jessica Wright would stay down. The kick connected, and it connected hard. Any attempts Madonna made to get up and finish the fight were brought to an immediate and sudden end.

But Jessica was only just beginning. She took a big step forward. Kicks were nice, but that wasn't who she was in her core. The Violent Violet used strikes to set up her throws, and she felt like Madonna had not been primed enough yet for her to really hit her with the hard stuff. Jessica's fist flew forward, as she sought to take advantage of her opponent's delirious state and catch her with a hook to the jaw.