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

Madonna was trying to hold on to her opponent with everything she got and keep her fixed onto the floor… but suddenly she noticed that both woman were starting to move again… towards the ropes at first, but then the two giants were catballing right beneath the ropes and in the next moment they were falling over the edge of the ring. At first Madonna wasn´t really carrying about this, all she wanted to do was crush Jessica.

But suddenly the two women were falling right of the edge of the ring and down onto the hard floor of the arena… Madonna would scream out loudly while she was letting go of Jessica to hold her back and ache a bit.
She really didn´t thought it would end this way... she really wanted to finish Jessica off in this bearhug

Jessica was not really sure what she was getting herself into. She thought she could just roll them out of the ring, and that would be some panacea. What actually happened could not be further from the truth. She landed right on the concrete and let go of her opponent. Jessica then rolled away.

There she was, tucked right up against the curtain. She wanted to get up, and get going, and murder her opponent. But she couldn't. First, the pain was immense. Madonna had been squeezing the crap out of her for quite a while now, and Jessica was really feeling it. Plus, she was out of it. Madonna had been more than a worthy, and even after all that squeezing she had not cracked.

So the Violent Violet just breathed. It was nice, to breathe the free air, not getting squeezed. Her vision was starting to return, and she had never really noticed that it had faded.

Madonna was reaching out with her hand and grabbing the apron. The two were outside of the ring once more… great… Slowly the big woman would try to pull herself back to her feet and would stand right next ot the ring leaning against it. She couldn´t hold herself up right now but at least she was back to her feet…

“DO you finally have enough?”

There it was. The impetus for Jessica to rise from the harsh concrete floor, and start taking the fight to her opponent. It did not matter how tired she was. It did not matter how pained she was. It did not matter that Madonna had just sent her through hell and back for the tussle to wind up here, outside the ring itself. Jessica was going to win this match, come hell or high water.

She pulled herself together, and pulled herself up. The rise was not slow nor fast. It was exactly as quick as Jessica needed it to be, and soon she was on her two feet, in her wrestling stance, ready to go.

"You think you're getting out of this that easy?" She taunted.

Madonna would push herself away from the apron to turn around and face Jessica again. The big German woman would slowly walk over to her, although she was more stumbling than walking. When she was standing right in front of her again Madonna would smile into the face of Jessica. After a moment she would say… “no I just wanted to know if you already have been broken and given in… or if we could have a bit more fun and I could keep beating you up a bit more before finish you off!” in the next moment Madonna would try to grab the head of her opponent without any warning and turn around trying to smash it right against the next ringpost.

Jessica tried to prepare herself. Madonna was too fast for her though, too vicious. The German woman had descended upon her, and grabbed the purple hair that made her so proud. Jessica tried to bring her hands up to defend herself, but it was far too late for that to have had any meaningful impact. Sure enough, her head was smashed into the ring.

And then the Violent Violet went down again. Her body caressed the harsh arena floor and she grimaced in pain. Her vision was getting blurry, and blood started trickling down from her forehead.

Madonna was standing tall over her opponent and smirked right down to her, before she would reach out with her right and grabbing the hair of Jessica to pull her up to her knees and hold her in this position for some time, before trying to put the head right between her legs and hold it between her strong tights for a moment. After that Madonna would reach down and would try to grab around the waist of her opponent only to pull her right up and put her onto her shoulders carrying her for one moment. Madonna would turn around to face the ring and would bring then her opponent back down.

The German woman would try to perform a powerbomb brining the back of her opponent right down onto the edge of the ring. After finishing this move Madonna would hold her opponent on the apron before forcing her to roll back into the ring under the bottom rope… Madonna got so much more planned for her… The big woman would bend down to lift the apron of the ring up and look right under the ring. With a big smile on her face Madonna would pull out a heavy wooden table from under the ring… just like the one she put Jessica´s brother through! The big woman would take that table and let it slide into the ring under the bottom rope before following it.
 

Jessica hated this feeling. Being out of it. When she was forced to her knees, she looked up at the tall, imposing woman in front of her through bleary, unfocused eyes. She was never going to be the type to beg for mercy, and she sure as hell was not going to do that here. Then Madonna upped the ante a bit, and forced Jessica's head between her thick and meaty thighs. Once again, Jessica was there for a little bit. Whatever was going to happen next was not going to end well for her, and she recognized that.

But that did not mean she was in a position to do anything about it. Her head came down on something hard, and in her state she could not recognize what it was. Even if she could, it was not going to help her cling to consciousness. All of Jessica's immense strength was focused on remaining awake, and even then it was incredibly difficult. Pain racked her body, and she felt like her brain was in the Atlantic Ocean.

Jessica groaned. She was still awake. For now.

Madonna would pick up the table from the mat and hold it up for a moment looking closely at it. “You know I put your brother through one table just like that one… and I will enjoy doing the same thing to his bitch sister as well… so better get ready to meet some wood slut!” In the next moment Madonna would pull the table up high into the air and slam it right down onto the body of Jessica. She would do this a few times hitting the edge of the table onto the strong body of the American woman over and over again.
Madonna might just said that she would put Jessica through this table… and she would do it… but not right now!
 

Jessica felt something hard and wide and painful slamming into her. There were words, and the roar of the crowd, but Jessica did not really register them. All that mattered to her right now was the hard thing slamming against her, over and over. The pain in Jessica's body was becoming intense. Her eyes started opening, and then closing, and then opening again. Jessica felt it, over and over.

But she was smart. And she was deadly. Right before it slammed against her one more time, she stretched out and tried to grab it, and rip it from the hands of her opponent.