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

Alexia in a frantic blow managed to catch Jessica by surprise as she knocked the Champion off of her, slumping against the apron as she needed a moment to collect herself as her head was spinning and her body was spent, sweating from every pore as she heaved for air. Looking over her shoulder she saw how Jessica was staggering and knew and wanted to take back the advantage to start beating back on Jessica.

Lunging at the champion, trying to grab a hold of that violet hair as she attempted to spin past Jessica in an attempt to gather as much momentum and force as she could as she tried to sling Jessica head first into the ring post!

Jessica was still out of it. The blow had slammed into her gut, not her head, but the suddenness of it meant that Jessica was mentally reeling. She was feeling like her head was swimming through wave after wave of confusion and pain and fatigue. When Alexia reached her hands out and grabbed her head, it was as if she were woken up all of a sudden. Her first instinct was to fight back, to rid herself of the woman who was accosting her, but Alexia was moving far faster than she was. So it was with complete realization and mindfulness that she became aware of her impending collision with the ring post.

Just as she anticipated, her head slammed into the corner. Jessica fell back down onto the concrete, and lay there spread eagle. For a few moments there, she had been able to keep her fatigue and her pain at bay. But now all of that was crashing into her in one fell swoop. And for the moment, that meant that Jessica's attempts to get to her feet were coming at a painfully slow pace, one that left her vulnerable to her opponent.

Throwing Jessica head first into the turnbuckle, Alexia's footing slipped as she had thrown all of her body weight into launching Jessica as she crashed back down onto the mat, landing and sprawling out on the floor as she panted heavily as she watched Jessica's head bounce off of the corner and onto the floor. Alexia wanted to continue her attack, but her body was too fatigued to capitalize as she fell on the floor with several failed attempts to get back up before gripping on the apron and almost tearing it to get back to her feet.

Now up right with some semblance of balance underneath her, Alexia stumbled towards Jessica as she used the apron as support until there was none to continue her journey towards the prone Jessica.

Alexia was able to take two steps without support before she dropped onto her knees and flinging herself on top of Jessica for a cover!

"ONE!"

Jessica was reeling now. She had organized this whole thing, put this whole thing together. It was meant to be her crowning achievement, on par with winning the hardcore belt itself, and now here she was, with her head just having smashed into the corner. There was movement there, but it was slight. The crowd stood on their feet as they tried to witness the action as best they could. A silent question was passed around the arena. Without a word, everyone in the stadium asked if Jessica was going to get up from all this.

TWO!

Jessica was putting everything that she had forward. Her efforts were considerable. Had she been in the gym, she was sure that she would have been able to squat around two tons. But she wasn't at the AFW gym, she was at the AFW arena. There was a tremble, but she wasn't able to get Alexia off her. Then came a greater, deeper strength, one that demanded that she keep the belt that she had worked so hard for.

It wasn't much of a kick out, but it got Alexia off her.

Laying on top of Jessica, Alexia's arms were too heavy to try and hook any part of the Champion as her body weight was all that was holding down the Champion. The referee started counting as Alexia groaned on top of Jessica, her breasts mashing against Jessica's as she laid across the Violent Violet as her body was aching and screaming in pain in every inch of her being. She loved the violence and the excruciating pain of the war they had as the referee's hand raised up for the final count.

However, just before her hand hit the mat, Alexia was shoved off of Jessica. It may have not thrown her onto her back but it was enough space to break the pin as Alexia's lack of balance and foundation forced her to slide off of the Champion and onto the floor. Her eyes were wide, shock filled her senses as she didn't think that Jessica had enough energy left in her. But soon shock turned into amazement. This meant that their fun was not yet over!

She started to laugh, but it was broken and far inbetween as most of her air was being used to suck in more air as she tried to fight her way back up to a seated position, panting and heaving for air as her body was drenched in sweat!

Jessica pulled herself up from the ground. Every fiber in her body demanded that she stay down, just lie there and recover as she did what she could to just pull herself together. But her mind was challenging her to rise to her feet and retain her title. Jessica listened to her will rather than her body, and for a second she hated that she did that. Once she found her feet, every muscle in her body from her tight abs to her strong thighs to her immense arms urged her to stay on the ground. But her head would not have that. Her mind was filled with thoughts of throwing her opponent until she could not rise as Jessica just did.

From there, she wobbled over to her opponent, and sent a stomp down at her. Then another. Then another. It was not going to keep her opponent down for the count, she thought, but it would provide her a nice rhythm to her recuperation. The look on her face hardened into a concentrated look as she sent her stomps down with ruthless efficiency.

With each heavy breath that she took, Alexia's lungs felt as if they were sucking air from an arid desert, tearing at her chest with increase fervor. But while she was waning at exhaustion's powerful embrace, her opponent the Champion was rising from the flames and towering over her! With little to no control over her own body, Alexia couldn't move away as Jessica came at her and launched a renewed assault on her, stomping away at her relentlessly!

The weakness in her body and inability to defend herself allowed Jessica to stomp away on her at will! Each time the foot connected with her on any part of her body left a coursing sensation of pain that caused the Harlequin to cry out in pain as her body flopped on the ground, twisting and turning with each uncontested stomp that drilled into her body!

Jessica felt the intense pride of oncoming victory come down with every stomp. She felt like one of the generals of a Mongol Horde of old, unrelenting in her attack and brutal in the implementation therein. Alexia was not really reacting to it in any way at all, something that filled the Violent Violet with pride. She was ready to bring an end to Alexia's consciousness, something that she sincerely hoped would be imminent. For a second, Jessica relented, taking a second to falter back from exhaustion and catch her breath. She was gazing down at her opponent with hatred in her heart, looking to see how she could attack her opponent even more.

Jessica left the ring, falling down to the arena floor. She groped under the curtain, looking for anything hard that she could use to harm her opponent. She pulled out barbed wire, which cut her hands when she initially touched them. But she didn't really care. The only thing that she wanted to do was maul her opponent one last time. She brought the barbed wire up into the ring with her, and laid it across the ground.

From there, she bent down and grabbed her opponent's head and went to tuck it between her thighs. From there, she would attempt to wrap her opponent's arms up beneath her, to ensure that Alexia could not escape. From there, she would go up and down for her finisher, the Queenmaker, right on the barbed wire, where Alexia's face would hit first!

The relentless and ruthless assault of the Champion, raining down feet like Hell on Earth firing down across Alexia's body left the Harlequin with no respite as she was forced to curl up into a ball with only the intent to lessen the damage of the barrage before Jessica's assault finally stopped if only because of the lack of energy. Alexia was no worse for wear as she was left in a heap on the mat, taking deep and heavy breaths as she laid on the ground, sweat and blood dripping off of her face as the salty sting of pain drenched into her open wound on her face as she was at the Champion's mercy.

Unbeknownst to the Harlequin, who was only now beginning to move by attempting to push herself up with her arms with little strength, the Champion brought a toy to the ring in form of sadistic barb wire. When the sky blue eyes of Alexia saw the barb wire laid in front of her, she froze. But not with fear or shock, instead her eyes lit up with glee to see such a dangerous item in the ring with the intent to maim and destroy. Twisted glee spread across of her face as Jessica grabbed her, ripping her off of the mat and shoving her between the legs while wrapping up her arms.

Alexia was in no position to fight back even if she had the strength, her arms crossed over her own chest gave her little leverage to work with but gave Jessica all the leverage in the world as she hoisted Alexia up, the Harlequin hanging parallel to Jessica's body before being dropped right back to the mat face first into the wire!

"AAAAAAAAAAH!" Alexia screamed, the sharp points of the barbs piercing and cutting at her flesh, tearing up her face as new blood started to leak from it as she flopped off of the wire and right back down into it, getting a double dose of piercing pain!

Jessica felt a stray bit of barbed wire come up and greet her knee. It was a burning, furious one, but a cathartic one. It was a pain that woke her up, enlivened her, told her that she had won the match. The barbed wire was a brutal tactic, even for her, but Jessica had little doubt that such an event and such a champion would call for anything other than pulling out all the stops. And now she was here, feeling like not only the hardcore champion, but the champion of the entire world, given how much blood and sweat and tears she had poured into this match and into this belt from the very onset.

And now she was here, on her knees, with the world at her feet. The crowd were screaming, crying, chanting, but to Jessica it was all just a wash. The pure feeling of nothing but emotion overwhelmed her, pride and hatred and unmitigated joy. This has been one of her finest moments, absorbing so much damage and progressing through it all. Tonight, she had put this whole thing together and come away with her head held high.

That was, if she could finish. Jessica rolled Alexia over, and lay across her for the pin. There were barbs pressing up against her stomach, but she didn't care. That was just another battle scar.

ONE! The ref girl counted.