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

Madonna was enjoying brining the table down onto her opponent in that way. But it seemed like Jessica got a problem with that, so after some time when Madonna tried to bring it down once more her opponents arm were shooting upwards grabbing the table holding it in place. Madonna would struggle for one moment tying to keep the weapon for herself but after a short moment she would shove the table away, she didn´t need it to hurt Jessica… Instead of using a weapon Madonna would do it old school. the German woman would try to sit down onto her opponent in a school girl pin, fixing the arms of her opponent on the mat with her knees, before starting to hammer her fists down into the face of the American woman.

Madonna was coming closer now. She thought Jessica was just dead meat, willing to just lie there and take it. The Violent Violet had more fight in her than that, and if this woman had not recognized this by now, there was no point she was going to see it at. Jessica was coiled up like a snake in the high grass, ready to strike out at the woman who was inching nearer.

And then she struck. Jessica launched upwards and outwards with a massive upkick that threatened to knock a lesser woman's head off. All of the muscles in her body were unleashed as Jessica attempted to knock her opponent into oblivion!

Madonna was standing about her opponent when suddenly she was shooting upwards. The big german wanted to scream: FUCK but it just happened to fast. She couldn´t react in any way and the uppercut hit her right against the chin sending her stumbling backwards with her head in her neck… she wasn´t knocked out or down right now… but she was standing there leaning backwards… not able to do anything…  

Jessica smelled blood in the water. The upkick worked, and Jessica was a whirlwind of motion. She was up and moving and headed straight at her opponent. Jessica was a strong woman and she was strong all over. Her legs had the hardness and power of cannons, and her shoulders seemed to be as broad as a river. All of that power was coming straight at Madonna, and there was no holding back.

Jessica lowered the boom and tried to tackle her opponent to the ground. The Violent Violet was coming with great and terrible force. She hated this woman, and was not shy about making it known.

Madonna was stumbling around for a moment, trying to get her head straight. She couldn´t tell if the last punch was done with a fist, or with a fucking sledgehammer. Anyway it hurt like the second one… Madonna was barely able to keep standing. But before she was able to get her head straight again, a car was hitting her at full speed. The big German woman was thrown backwards down to the mat, thanks to her deadly spear of her opponent. Madonna would moan out for some time while laying on the floor in pain…

Jessica's shoulder slammed into Madonna at full force. She was a typhoon, flowing through her opponent like an indefatigable force of nature. The Violent Violet went a few steps past her opponent, since her momentum carried her. When she finally ground to a stop, it was not even a millisecond before she turned and went back at her opponent.

She took a step, then took to the air. She reckoned that all of the damage she had taken thus far was enough to keep her on the ground. And if that was not sufficient, what she was doing now surely was. She got her massive frame up into the air, and then spread her arms and legs. There was no chance of missing now. Her powerful body plummeted downwards, towards her opponent.

Madonna was moaning out loudly. Thanks to the damage she has taken though out the whole match her whole body was meanwhile feeling like she got into a car crash. Everything was hurting and moving was making it even worse. the big woman would moan out loudly while she watched her opponent getting back up to her feet. by the looks of it, it seemed like Jessica wasn´t doing any better than Madonna. Both fighters brought the other to their limits. But Jessica was the one on her feet right now what wasn´t so good for Madonna.

and suddenly the German woman saw how her opponent launched herself right into the air before falling back down to her. The massive body’s of the two fighters collided with Madonna on the bottom. She would cry out loudly in pain after her opponent crashed into her.

Jessica stopped for a second. She felt the utter fatigue that going this long with this woman naturally led to. She felt the cry in her muscles for blood, for vengeance, for the satiation of her endless rage. She felt the roar of the crowd, eager for one of these women to no longer capable of standing. All of this weighed on the woman. Jessica wore it on her shoulders like the yoke of a great and terrible wagon, and she stopped for a second.

Then, she took a deep breath in, and went on the move again. Jessica had a plan. The Violent Violet was a devious woman, so of course she had a plan. But she could not execute now, not with the state she was in.

And not with the state that Madonna was in. Her opponent was a terribly tough woman, but everyone has their limits. Jessica wanted to find those limits. She sent stomp after stomp down on her opponent, hoping to keep Madonna down long enough until bigger and worse things could take place.

Madonna would stay down for some time, trying to breathe in and out deeply to recover the damage the other warrior did to her. She couldn´t tell how much more punishment she could until she would break apart. Her body was hurting like after a car crash and her mind was starting to be ripped into two as  well. Jessica was pushing the German woman far over her limits, no woman before her ever was able to do that!

Suddenly a heavy stomp was send right down to Madonna driving a scream of pain out of her. And then just another boot was coming down squeezing her onto the mat, and the rain wouldn´t stop. Boot after boot was smashed into the body of the German, making her crumble on the mat hopping for the rain to stop soon.

Jessica found herself growing wearier with each boot stomp. It was probably more energy efficient than a lot of moves she could have done, and did quite a lot of damage too. But it was nothing but a prelude, and overture in her sweet symphony of terror and destruction. Slowly, the stomps abated. Jessica reckoned that she had done enough damage, and moved away from her opponent. She took the crowd by suprise, but Jessica had a plan.

She quickly went outside the ring, pulled a steel chair out from under the apron, and threw it in the ring. Jessica was moving as quickly as she could, which was not particularly quick. There was absolutely no telling when Madonna would get up. At this point in the game, she was not going to underestimate the dark-skinned woman.

But she was also not going to underestimate herself. She was upon Madonna in a second, and bent down to grab her opponent's hair. What she was about to do was going to take a lot of effort, but she thought it was all effort. She tucked her head next to Jessica's hip, and then moved quickly. Jessica grabbed Madonna's hip, and lifted Madonna high in the air.

Delayed vertical suplex. Fujita Five. And when she came down, she tried to make Madonna crash onto the chair. If this worked, this was going to hurt very badly.