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

Match Type: Hardcore Title Match
Rules: Disqualifications, rope breaks and count outs are invalid
Win Conditions: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout

This was it. She didn't know if this was going to be a career highlight, or a huge embarrassment. The Violent Violet had worked her entire life to win the belt, and now she had it. But it was not enough. Nothing was ever enough. Jessica had sat with the belt on her nightstand, never too far from reach, and she pondered on it every night. Was this really all she was? Some leather and some metal, fastened together. No. The Violent Violet had worked her whole life to earn the belt, now she had to do something with it. Concocting a plan like the one she had for this evening was not that hard for a woman as twisted as Jessica, and she had a good friend to help her slip some cash to the smart ones and tie up the others who were too stupid to realize what was about to be done to them.

Which brought her to her quarry for the evening. Alexia Jackson. A strong woman to be sure. The Violent Violet had orchestrated the whole event, and had carefully picked her opponent. Alexia had been in a lot of hardcore matches, and had the aptitude for mayhem. That was what Jessica was looking for. When the Iowan sent out the package, she wanted someone who would go the distance, not some pansy who would fold like a chair the second they got hit with anything too hard.

Not that Jessica had any doubt in her mind that she was going to pull this off. She had a baseball bat over one shoulder, and her new black and gold costume adorning her body. The hardcore belt completed her look. Never before in her life had Jessica felt more prepared for what she was about to face than what she was going to do now. She felt her heart. It was not beating fast. Jessica had warmed herself up and stretched out mere moments ago, and already she was calm, almost zen-like, as she prepared for her music to play over the loudspeaker, so she could hit the scene. The audience in Tokyo knew her at this point. They didn't love her, but they had to respect her. And Jessica was ready to put on a show, but not for them. For all of the times that she had tried and failed. For all of the hours she had spent in the ring with her brothers and dad. For herself.

Little sister there's blood on the tracks...

Jessica emerged from the staging area with the baseball bat on her shoulder and the belt on her waist. Her swagger was undeniable. She slid under the bottom rope of the ring and stood right in the middle. When the Violent Violet extended her arms wide, the crowd went wild. They couldn't help. Jessica had promised them hell on earth, and she intended to more than deliver.

Welcome to hell, she thought.

Hell on Earth...

What a magnificent name.

Alexia was salivating at the thought of a match, another match with no rules and nothing to stop her and her opponent from beating the hell out of each other. Her eyes practically rolled into the back of her head just imagining what kind of pains and horrors was going to be unleashed tonight. As the arena lights darkened as her theme music began to play before lighting back up with her standing at the center of the stage, smile as wide as can be.

Attire:

Bouncy and giddy in anticipation, fans cheered for her arrival as they were beyond the point of waiting and wanted to see the mayhem and carnage to begin as she had her eyes on Jessica standing in the center of the ring with that Championship belt around her waist and baseball bat on her shoulder. She would make her way down to the ring, eyes unwavering as she would pick up speed to slide herself underneath the bottom rope and move all the way to the center where Jessica was waiting. Looking up with her smiling face, she would slowly rise up to her feet, briefly stopping for a second to stare at the Hardcore Championship around Jessica's waist, a sparkly new toy that she would take home if she won, before standing toe to toe with Jessica.

The violet was taller than her, but Alexia did not shrink as she stood firm, her face twitching with excitement as it was a stark contrast to Jessica's calm demeanor as she swayed from side to side, her eyes wide and almost savage as she sized up the Champion!

Jessica said nothing. There was nothing to say. She watched as Alexia approached her, staring at her. The Violent Violet did not have much of a reason to, but she took it as a sign of defiance that this harlequin woman would approach her so brazenly, in an almost mocking way. As far as Jessica was concerned, she was the queen of the entire universe, and she should not be approached save in a deferential bow. The scowl on Jessica's face told Alexia everything that she needed to know. Jessica was contemptful. Jessica was violent. And Jessica was not going to give this woman any mercy, not tonight of all nights.

She took her belt off and handed it over to the referee. That would be the stakes for the evening - Jessica's pride and joy. For her whole life, she had been clawing her way to the belt, and tonight she would be putting it on the line one more time. The Violent Violet sized Alexia up, and swore to herself that it would not be the last time that she did it. She was going to hang on to that belt until someone knocked her unconscious to get it from her. And maybe even knocked her unconscious several times in a row, given how jealously she was prepared to guard the strap. The ref girl must have held the belt up, because the audience cheered, but not for a second did Jessica's purple eyes waver from her opponent.

Her hands balled into fists. Her heart beat fast. Her eyes narrowed. With her whole being, she was ready. She did not even wait for the bell to ring before she dashed forward and leveled a punch towards Alexia's face!

The Maniacal Harlequin continued to giggle to herself, even as she was looking up at the Violent Violet as she had her crazed grin on her face. Alexia had no sense of fear, even with the cold eyes of the Champion glaring through her, she could see it in those eyes that she was going to do everything in her power to ensure that Alexia wasn't going to be able to move after the match. It didn't matter to Alexia, not what her opponent's intentions were nor who she was in the ring with.

All she valued was pain. Giving and taking it.

It was so much fun.

Even as the belt was handed off to the referee, Alexia gave no mind to it as she kept her eyes locked on Jessica, her eyes widening with anticipation as her body was practically bursting with excitement, waiting for the bell to be rung. But luckily for her, she didn't have to wait long as Jessica's fist flew in a flash and smashed across her face! The distance covered by the Violent Violet caught Alexia by surprise, despite the fact she had no defensive stance to begin with, as her head snapped to the side as her hands shot up, covering her face as she stumbled back.

Covering her mouth, muffled noises were escaping Alexia's mouth. But they were not of whining. She was laughing as she would pull her hands away to reveal a big smile. Her face hurt, there was no denying the power that the Champion had, but she found it all the more fun as she would snap back and attempt to return fire with her own sudden right!

Jessica was surging forward. The Violent Violet was a woman on a mission, that mission being the complete and utter annihilation of the woman standing in front of her that she may retain the belt, the belt that she had worked for and bled for. The crowd were cheering loudly. In her promo, she had promised them nothing short of the end of the world. And with her powerful right hand, she sought to deliver the armageddon that she had boasted of, using Alexia's face and blood as a propitiation to the violent wrestling gods watching above her from on high. The blow hit home, causing Alexia's head to snap back and to the left. She squared up, ready to launch another blow.

Then something rather odd happened. Alexia got back upright. Jessica's punches were usually quite sufficient to take another woman down to the ground, so it was disheartening that this woman remained on her two feet. That was bad, but this woman was full on smiling. Jessica furrowed her brow. The Violent Violet did not quite know what to make of this. They were both tussling for the hardcore belt, and Alexia was smiling.

Alexia launched her own punch, which left Jessica reeling. She grabbed her jaw as she bounced back up, and looked at the crazed woman again. The Violent Violet could not believe how the match started.

And she wanted to show Alexia that this match was deadly serious. She bent down and lowered the boom, shooting for a double legged takedown. It was time to see how much this woman was going to smile once she had been flattened to the canvas.

Her fist snapped into Jessica's face, forcing the Champion to recoil back as she let out a loud set of laughter as she watched in glee. Alexia was willing to go toe to toe with the feared Champion as she stood there, waiting for the next hit to come at her, almost beckoning for it. Although she was preparing for another hit, squaring her feet and planting down to brace being hit in the face, Jessica instead shot low as it caught Alexia by surprise.

With all of her balance focused in her legs but bracing to be knocked back opposed to being swept out forward, Alexia was taken off of her feet and right back to the mat as the air in her lungs as Jessica's weight came crashing down on her and the shoulder ramming and spiking down into her gut! Coughing out, Alexia attempted to try and roll to her side, trying to get some space between them as she had to try and refill her lungs with air!

Jessica was holding onto Alexia for dear life as she took the crazed woman down. Once she got her to the mat, Alexia was loose and rolling away. Jessica was bringing a lot of raw power into the blow and she was sure that Alexia was feeling it. It was a move that she had practiced a thousand thousand times, and she pulled it off with stunning success. She watched as Alexia gained some distance between herself and Jessica, and tracked the crazed woman's movements with her purple eyes. The crowd were roaring now, but Jessica didn't really care. The only thing that she wanted to do was to hurt Alexia as much as possible.

She stood up. Her walk over to Alexia was a slow one. She was not going to tip her hand and telegraph what her attack would be. This woman showed very little capacity for self-preservation, but Jessica was going to try and intimidate people at every opportunity. "Don't fucking roll away. You're just drawing it out. Come here and get your beating and you might just be sent to the hospital and not the morgue.|

Alexia rolled off and got to her knees as she was coughed for air as Jessica loomed over her. It was great, with one fell swoop Jessica had thrown her into the defensive and gasping for air. The Champion would stand right over her as Alexia looked up and saw the imposing figure staring down on her, promising nothing but pain and agony. It sent tingles through Alexia's body, but not one of fear.

It was excitement.

Such dreadful threats of bodily harm and savagery. It was the only thing Alexia could hope for, "Hehehe....promises...promises!" she gasped out, sitting up on her knees and continued staring up to Jessica with her crazed smile as she smacked her own head, "Come on then!" She screamed, beckoning the Violent Violet to make good on her words!

It was not often that someone asked Jessica to assault them, other than creepy dudes on internet forums. She would just ignore those, but this was something that she had to pay attention to. Alexia was literally hitting herself, showing Jessica exactly where to hit her. The Violent Violet raised an eyebrow, and the crowd moved to the edge of their seats. The moment became pregnant with anticipation, as the whole world watched Jessica, who was not terribly hard to provoke, get pushed.

"Careful with what you fucking wish for." Jessica took a half step back, not out of a sense of retreat or panic or fear. No, she wanted to get the most damage possible. With a powerful twist, Jessica sent a sharp knee into the point where Alexia had smacked herself in the head. The Violent Violet swore that she would not let someone like Alexia challenge someone like her with that sort of thing ever again.