Hell On Earth: WAR - Jessica Wright (c) vs Alexia Jackson

Alexia had been in wars before, some that had left her bloodied and some barely able to stand and all of them were equally violent between both her and who ever it was standing across of her. In this case, the Queen of Violence and the Hardcore Champion was giving her all she was worth and more as Alexia managed to fight her way back on to her feet as she almost tore the apron from it's bindings with her full dead weight pulling up it as she leaned against the apron of the ring, panting for air as she turned to face Jessica.

All she had was a beaming smile, her eyes widened and still with the crazed gleam in them. She couldn't get enough of the adrenaline of fighting her heart out, destroying her body and her opponent's in this dance of destruction. There was nothing that made her feel more alive as she pushed herself off of the ring, stumbling and teetering as she was having difficult standing as she slowly approached Jessica, her body unable to to go any faster as she reached out for the Champion!

Alexia was coming at her. The blonde woman was a force of nature, relentless. Even now, after all that had happened to her, Alexia was smiling. If Jessica had any capacity left to show surprise on her face, that would have been written all over her pretty visage. But that was not in the cards. All the energy that she had was being called upon to ensure that the Violent Violet was still standing upright. Alexia was closing the distance slowly, but every passing moment took a great wellspring of energy to make sure that Jessica did not return to the ground under her own power.

But as Alexia kept coming forward, an idea sprang to mind. There was still a bit of adrenaline left within her, and she was summoning up all of it now. For her entire life, she had worked for the belt, and she was not going to let this blonde bitch take it from her, not after everything that she had been through, not after she had put everything together. Her boot rose from the cold hard concrete, up and up, until she could extend it forward and greet Alexia right in that smiling face with a powerful kick.

Alexia wanted more, more from the Champion as she continued to pull her wrecked body towards the Violent Violet as she took long and limping steps. And more she got from Jessica as the foot came up from the ground, whipping into her head as Alexia's body contorted from the hit, twisting in the opposite direction as her head whipped around. She was able to keep on her feet, but anyone who could see it saw that she had a glazed and far away look in her eyes.

Her body couldn't keep it's weight steady as soon she collapsed onto her knees and crumpled to the floor, reaching out to grab onto Jessica's suit as her only attempt at keeping upright as it did very little for her.

Jessica had the perfect opportunity. Her powerful kick had not only rendered her opponent to the ground, but had invigorated her to the point where the uncontrolled malice was now flashing in her eye once more. Her mind was able to ignore the fatigue and pain in her body because her imagination was in a tizzy, thinking about the different ways she had to inflict unholy punishment on the downed opponent in front of her. The only thing that was keeping Alexia upright was the fact that she was clinging onto the hem of her pants, a fact that Jessica would help by grabbing the back of her head.

Part of that was to steady her, so that she could nail her right in the face with a punch. But the other half of that was so that she could drive Alexia's face right into her crotch. The Violent Violet alternated humping her opponent's face and punching it a few times. There was nothing in the world more delightful to her than causing her opponent heaping doses of both physical and emotional violence.

Panting heavily as she was on her knees, hand gripping weakly on Jessica's pants as she tried to recollect herself. She wanted to continue fighting so bad but her body refused to move feeling as if it was being weigh down by hundreds of pounds. She would turn to look up, although her features were sagging from fatigue, a smile still curled on her face as their battle was everything that Alexia had hoped for.

Jessica did not let up on the attack, punching her in the face as it was whipped to the side before being pulled back into the crotch and humped her face! Being swapped between the humping and the punching, being beaten and humiliated with the same breath, Alexia was forced to endure both fronts, but rather than be embarrassed, the shameless Harlequin didn't mind having the covered mound grind against her face and she'd be giggling with glee had it not been for the crushing blows to the head!

Jessica looked down to find that Alexia was not as disturbed by the situation as she might have been had the situations been reversed. The Violent Violet hated the idea of being punched, but she also hated the idea of being disrespected. And at the time, Jessica was doing both. It probably wasn't necessary for Jessica to stretch out the humiliating move for as long as she did, but when Jessica found her rhythm she loved it. The crowd were loving it to. They had only wanted to see two things, in Jessica's opinion at any rate, sex and violence, and the Violent Violet was happy to give them heaping doses of both.

But she knew that it must end. She leaned over to the side and sent a knee up to Alexia's face to send her to the ground, while she went back to the ring's apron to get another goodie from down below. After groping around for a second, she found a kendo stick. Without even thinking about it, she turned and sent it down onto her opponent, not even really caring where she hit her opponent.

The hollering of the crowd showed their enthusiasm towards Jessica's display of dominance, but none of them was as excited as Alexia who was the target of such brutality and sexiness first hand. Her thoughts continued to be scrambled as the punches continued to rock her head as the humps bobbed it back and forward and was only more scrambled when Jessica's knee came crashing into her face, her head flinging backwards as sweat and blood flew off of her face before the rest of her body went crashing down to the floor, a series of groans and moans escaping Alexia's mouth.

Writhing on the ground, Alexia rolled onto her stomach as she tried to recollect herself as she tried to push her practical deadweight body from off of the ground to little success. But the assault would begin anew as the kendo stick came crashing down on her. Screams left Alexia's mouth as she began flailing, bouncing off of the ground as the loud snaps of the wooden stick scattered all over her body as she tried her best to cover up!

Jessica was bringing the pain with everything that she had. Every swing of the stick came down with the force of her pure hatred. She was the one with the belt. She was the one who had sacrificed so much to get to where she was. She was the one who took over the entire federation and put on this show in the first place. And there Alexia was, still fighting, still resisting, still doing so much that annoyed Jessica to no end. And Jessica, who had never been a shy woman, was making no qualms about such an ostentatious display of her feelings. The crowd appreciated it. They didn't know quite what they were getting into when they began the evening, but they were enjoying it now.

After Jessica was quite satisfied with the number of hits that landed on Alexia's body, even if a few of them landed on her hands, she threw the stick to the side. She hoped that the blows would be enough to keep the woman down as she attempted to drag her opponent to the side of the ring, and haul her up. From there, she would attempt to slam Alexia's head into the side of the apron multiple times!

Alexia tried her best to cover up as the stick slammed on every part of her body indiscriminately, welts in from of the wooden stick of pain was quickly beginning to form on her body with a fury. Pain was burning all over Alexia's body as Jessica's fury continued to plaster shots all over her body before finally tossing the stick away. Alexia's body loosened after the assault, causing the tense muscles to loosen and cause the flow of pain to increase even further as another moan of pain escaped Alexia's mouth. Writhing on the floor she didn't have much time to recover as the Champion was ruthless with her pace, something that Alexia should be all too familiar with since she played at a similar pace as she was pried off of the ground and pulled towards the ring apron.

Her head was pulled back before being slammed into the hard apron with little protection as her head snapped back, rattling her brain even more before it happened again. Thrice this happened before Alexia threw her arms out, looking to plant them on the apron to stop the assault. Gritting her teeth she locked her elbows to hold back Jessica's attack long enough to try and shoot out her elbow into the Champion's side!

Jessica was feeling herself. There she was, at a PPV that she set up herself through sheer brutality, with Alexia in her hands. And she was using that leverage to slam her head into the ring again and again and again. The Violent Violet felt a great surge of emotion. Pride, because the crowd were all cheering along, marveling at her brutality. Anger, at the woman who dared come forward to try and claim her belt. Fear, that what she was doing was not enough. That was always in the back of her mind, reminding her that no matter how tough and mean and savage she was, some woman out there would be able to take it all in stride and get back at her in a way that may end of having Jessica lose the belt.

That fear was realized when an elbow slammed into her gut. She clutched her stomach and staggered backwards, thrown off her attack by the immediacy and the pain of the blow. All of a sudden, all the fatigue that she had been feeling came rushing back to her in one fell swoop, as she tried to cobble together a defense before Alexia really pressed her advantage.