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

Madonna was not getting much around her. The world was getting crazy and she couldn´t really tell what was going on. She tried her best to get her head straight but that wasn´t easy with a body hurting so badly like her own. But she was getting it when her opponent was grabbing her hair and was dragging her right back up to her feet. The German woman was screaming out loudly in pain, while Jessica was taking her time to drag her back up to her feet. When Madonna was standing the American fighter wasn´t wasting any time and picked up the former boxer lifting her up from the mat and putting her into a head over position.


Madonna would scream out in shock when she saw how she was hold. Head down and damn high in the air. She wouldn´t dare to struggle right now. She was to afraid that Jessica would just drop her right onto her head, but instead of dropping her Jessica was holding her there for a impressive long time. The blood of the German was shooting right into her head and turned it red.

But after some time Jessica finally would let her go and would bring her down… unluckily not onto the mat. The violet one would perform a suplex smashing the back of the German woman right onto the steel chair. Madonna wasn´t even able to scream out in pain. It was just to much for the big woman she would buckle up and hold her back with her moth wide open. She would stay like that for a moment, before she would finally start crying and screaming in pain.

Jessica lay there for a second. Everything was becoming overwhelming. Her large chest rose and fell as she looked up at the lights high above her. They seemed so daunting, but they dared her to reach out and go seize them. Jessica gathered herself, and propelled herself upwards. Tonight was not a matter of reaching the heavens. No, quite the opposite. Tonight, she wanted to reach the lowest pits of hell, and drag Madonna down there with her.

This was an affair of pride. As such, there were certain acts that Jessica felt that she had to perform. She remembered seeing her brother, and the state that Madonna had left him in. The Violent Violet resolved to leave her opponent in such a condition. After all, they were not going to DQ her. She was on her feet now, standing over her opponent, listening to the screams reverberate around the arena.

The Violent Violet wanted them to get worse. She bent down, grabbing at the fabric of Madonna's costume. Jessica ripped with all of her strength, hoping to leave her opponent nude except for her footwear. Her motto had always been and eye for an eye, and Jessica desperately wanted her pound of flesh.

Madonna would suddenly felt how she was pulled up at her hips and her chest, but all she would do was right now was moaning. She wouldn´t really notice what was happening until it was already to late. A loud ripping noise was to hear before a even louder pop of the crowed. The german woman would suddenly felt a little bit cold and she would look down on herself to see that she was stripped down completely… her opponent was standing over her, holding her ring attire in her hands. Madonna would rip her eyes wide open in shock when she realized what just happened. The big woman would turn herself onto her stomach as fast as she could.

Jessica had done it. She had gotten what she had come here for. Madonna had embarrassed her brother far worse than this, but for who she was, Jessica was sure that Madonna had gotten the message. For a woman, this was one of the greatest shames to endure in a match. Jessica held Madonna's outfit aloft, and waved it around like it was a flag she had taken from an enemy army.

In a way, that was the case. And she had not finished conquering this army just yet, and she went about amending that as quickly as she could. The Violent Violet tossed the clothes aside, looking to finish the job. She sent one more stomp down, hoping to ease Madonna up, and then went in for the kill.

She grabbed Madonna's hair and pulled her up. The Violent Violet pulled Madonna's head between her powerful thighs. From there, she tied Madonna's arms up underneath her. She was going for it. Her finisher. She jumped up, and launched into the Queenmaker, hoping to put Madonna out for good.

Madonna felt how her opponent was pulling her up. The german woman wasn´t feeling well at all. Instead she was hanging there in the arms of her opponent. But Jessica was putting the head of the former boxer right between her legs and hold her head there for a moment. Madonna was moaning out loudly before she suddenly was lifted up from the mat and throw into the air and right back down onto the mat hardly. Madonna would scream out loudly, when she hit the mat and bounced of it one time before laying down.
 

There it was. The scream of pain from Madonna, and then nothing. For a second, she just rested on her knees. She wanted to take this all in. Her brother, who had been so deeply ashamed, had now been avenged. All was right with the world. Her finisher had gone off without a hitch, and now Jessica was standing on top of the world.

She rolled Madonna over, and then laid across her. There was no way that she was getting up from this. Not after everything that Jessica had done to her.

ONE!

The ref girl counted.

Madonna was laying there… nude, hurt and humiliated. The big German couldn´t see anything then the darkness right in front of her eyes. She didn´t really know what was going on here but she knew that it wasn´t good. She was hearing a far, far away clapping.
TWO
In no way Madonna would be able to break out of this and so the ref would count through completely.
THREE
Now the ring bell was ringing and Madonna was laying there nude, hurt, humiliated and beaten, something never happened before in AFW! 

There it was. The bell rang. Jessica had more than gotten the revenge that she had sought. Despite the tiredness and pain that was weighing her down, Jessica rose, and lifted her arms high. They did not love her. They loved sex and they loved violence. Tonight, Jessica had gotten them both tonight, but even more for herself.

The ref girl begrudgingly came to raise her arm. They roared once more, and Jessica looked down at the naked woman in front of her.
She kicked her one last time, as a sign of her emotions.