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

Madonna was sitting on the chair again. This time it wasn´t on her turn, her opponent send her right onto it, setting her up for a many moves and Madonna wasn´t in the position to stop her opponent in any way. Madonna would have to take the next blow. And the next blow was a heavy one. A hock was coming upwards hitting right against the chin. This blow was so heavy it lifted Madonna up a bit before the chair was flipping backwards and the German woman was send down to the cold floor to moan out there in pain. The fans would laugh at her and that her cocky behavior cost her the upper hand. The fans were stepping back from the two heavy hitter trying not to get involved into this brawl. Madonna would put on hand onto her chin and move it. If that would have went unlucky this heavy blow could have dislocated her chin. That wouldn´t be good…

Jessica moved forward, her shoulders pumped from the heavy punch. Her teeth were showing and her eyes were cracking with rage as she advanced upon the darkskinned beauty. Sitting down in the middle of a match was the ultimate show of disrespect, and there was no way in hell that she would tolerate it at all. All of the fans near her started scurrying away, like rats leaving a sinking ship, and Jessica could not blame them. She was quite the sight to behold.


She grabbed Madonna, and hauled her up. The Violent Violet tried to scoop her opponent into her arms as if she were cradling a child, but would not hold her for long. Instead, she would go straight back down onto the harsh floor, intending to put her opponent into as much pain as she could bear. Or more...

Madonna was still shaking her head while Jessica was already standing of her. Madonna could swear that she heard some bird singing after getting knocked down from that punch. Was this woman inhuman or how in the world could she deal out a punch like that?

Suddenly Madonna felt how her opponent was pulling her upwards again. She would only moan as her last defense. Right now Madonna couldn´t throw any more at the American woman. SO it was no problem for Jessica to load up the German and hold her up like she was a little child. Madonna was leaning forward right against the strong body of Jessica and moaning right into her ear. But Madonna wouldn´t enjoy the pleasure of being carried around like this for long. Instead Jessica was sending her downwards again pretty fast, so it came that Madonna landed hard on the solid floor, what made her cry out loudly in pain. The German woman was now having ha hurting head and back!

Jessica brought herself back upright and flexed. She could not help it. Madonna, who had hurt her, who had annoyed the shit out of her, who had nearly knocked her out a few times in this match now lay at her feet, devastated by the awesome power of the slam. She was breathing hard now too, and she was not quite sure if she could chalk that one up to the excitement or to the sudden weariness that comes with picking a woman up and dropping her down with great pace. The crowd were silent.

And she wanted to silence them further. Jessica bent down and grabbed the woman by her heel, and started to drag the woman down the steps. Her target was the ring, for the most part. The other part of the target was Madonna, who would not feel great as she had her head bumped and rocked along for the ride. And, if she started struggling considerably, Jessica would send her a few kicks to keep her compliant.

Madonna was still moaning out loudly when she suddenly felt a strong and tight grip around her ankle. She wouldn´t have the time to turn her head around and look what was going on before she suddenly started to move above the hard and cold floor of the arena without any of her by doing. At first the big woman would try to shake her head a bit and look around, but it would take her a moment until she was able to turn around enough to see that her opponent was pulling her around like a big peach of meat. And Madonna ripped her eyes wide open when she saw where opponent was heading… towards the stairs! That wouldn´t go fine.

At the first few steps Madonna´s head was jumping around like a play ball, smashing right against the floor a few times. She would cry out loudly in pain, before being able to get her arms under her head to protract it from further damage. When she was pulled down the stairs Madonna would try to grab the handrail at the bottom and struggle herself free. But that would only earn her some kicks, driving more screams of pain out of her. Jessica didn´t seem to have any problems pulling the German to the ring.
 

And closer, and closer she got. Madonna was a solid woman, and she was not making it easy on Jessica by any stretch of the imagination. Jessica could not do anything about the fact that Madonna was vitiating some of the damage to her head, but when she made an attempt to grab the hand rail, Jessica brought the hammer down on her. Then, Jessica brought the rightful wrath of god down on her and pried her off of the rail, just like that.

Jessica was still on the move. Her nostrils flared as she got closer and closer to the ring. The Violent Violet was always a woman who knew what she wanted, and she knew exactly what she wanted to do when she got Madonna that close to the ring. In a massive heave, she attempted to pick Madonna up and roll her into the ring. Jessica, on the other hand, was going to stay outside the ring. She pulled a length of chain from under the apron, then slid in the ring.

When she spun the heavy metal, it made a wide arc and made a terrible thud every time it hit the ground...

It took like forever until the two power women reached the ring. Or at least it felt for Madonna that way. She was laying on the floor and was moaning out loudly in pain, before she suddenly felt how two powerful arms were grabbing her and lifting her up from the floor. She would moan out a bit louder why she was put onto the apron just like that, if she was a light weight with no weight! In the next moment she felt how two hands were pressing against her to force her to roll back into the ring.

Madonna was lay down for a moment. Finally she could take the break she wanted to take so long! Her opponent was busy looking under the apron for something, so she wouldn´t follow directly. So Madonna would take her time. But suddenly she heard a loud and scary noise from outside the ring… the noises of a steel chain. That made the body of the German shake. She knew how much damage a woman like Jessica could do with a weapon like that and she knew as well that she had to do all she could to take this away from her… While Jessica was about to reenter the ring Madonna was slowly making her way back up to her knees.

So as soon as Jessica was back in the ring Madonna was kneeing in front of her. Luckily the American woman was busy showing her weapons off instead of using it! So as soon as Jessica would try to hit the German with it or do a step closer Madonna would focus all her left over strength to jump back to her feet warp her arms around the read end of her opponent to lift her up and spine buster her right back down onto the mat.

Madonna was so done right now that she wasn´t getting down from her Opponent directly. Instead the German was taking another break wit her head resting on the big breasts of the violet one for a moment, before she would roll down from her slowly. Madonna would stay down as well for some more time, laying right next to her opponent.

Jessica thought she had it made. She had just gotten Madonna to the ring, in a spectacular and painful fashion, and now she was in prime position to totally take over. A steel chain was in her hand, after all, and despite all the moves that Madonna had done on her she was still up, and still had the momentum. The second she landed in the ring, she recognized that something was awry. Her opponent did not seem cowed by the mighty and impressive weapon, which dismayed her. Jessica racked her brain, trying to figure our why Madonna did not respect the terrible instrument.

And then it was hard to rack her brain at all. As her opponent approached, she tried to whip the chain around and lash her, but the German woman was too fast for her and closed on her too quickly. Two firm arms wrapped around her tight rear, and Jessica was airborne for a little bit. Her mouth hung open, as she could hardly believe what was happening. It wasn't long that Jessica was in the air, as what goes up must come down.

In her case, she came down hard. Damn hard. She cried out as she was slammed, and then fell on her back. Her opponent fell down right on top of her, and her breasts were smushed under Madonna's. She could not even look up at her opponent, as the considerable pain forced her eyes closed.

Soon, her opponent rolled off of her. Jessica was happy just to breathe freely, now.

Madonna was using her free time trying to regain her strength. Even now without, Jessica doing anything the whole body of the German woman was in constant pain. She would start rolling over the floor a bit trying to get her head together again. She heard her mind screaming out loudly that she should get the fuck out of here otherwise she would get hurt very badly. But a much deeper voice was screaming at her even louder… it screamed that she should break Jessica´s back just to teach that American Bitch a leason she wouldn´t forget any time soon.

Madonna would try to make her way back onto her stomach and crawl over to the closes ropes. She would use them to pull herself back up to her knees at first then back to her feet. Madonna would stumble around in the ring for a moment unable to stand still. The big woman would then stumble backwards into the next corner leaning against it before putting her head into her neck. Slowly giggling noise came out of the mouth of the former boxer. At first it was quit then it was getting louder and louder.
“Just give in Jessica… you can´t beat me. No way! You are simply not strong enough for that, you are lacking the muscle mass to beat me!”
Would Madonna scream at her opponent loudly, before rising her right arm an flexing it a bit. She knew that Jessica was a powerful woman… but against someone like herself Jessica was nothing. She just trained for the good looks other then Madonna.
 


Soon, her opponent rolled off of her. Jessica was happy just to breathe freely, now.[/quote]

The presence beside her moved. Jessica recognized that as Madonna having moved away from her, which she was very grateful for. She recognized that Madonna was not just going to go home, but the Violent Violet wanted as long as she possibly could to recover from the mighty slam that had just been laid upon her. Her pendulous chest rose up and down, and Jessica closed her eyes.

That was enough. Jessica was ready to get up, and get moving. Slowly, she picked herself up from the ground, and gauged her sitatuation. Madonna was already up, and in the far corner. The Violent Violet wobbled for a second, before she got her feet firmly planted. She half expected Madonna to rush at her and try and bring her down. If she had done that, she would not have been able to withstand it.

But that was not destined to be. Instead her opponent chose to taunt her. Fine. If Madonna wanted a war of words, Jessica was more than capable and willing to give them to her. "You fucking slut." She pointed at her opponent. "You need to work out your head. How do you think are going to beat me? I am bigger, stronger, meaner, and I am willing to rip off your head and shit down your throat."

She was on firmer ground now. "You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into." Her snarl dripped with evil.