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

Writhing on the ground, arching off of the cold ground, Alexia moaned out in pain as she clenched her shoulder blades together as pain shot through her body. Her face was wretched with agony, but through all of that a smile could be seen in the corner of her lips. She lived for this kind of violent struggle, the glory of the Championship belt was far removed from her mind as all she could think about was the moment of sweet satisfaction of pain and pleasure!

But pain was pushed to the forefront of her twisted mind as Jessica's foot connected with her side twice, flopping her down onto her side as she rolled over in pain as she violently coughed for air. She felt the hands locking in her hair as she was pulled up to her feet, hunched over with her head caught between the legs of the Violent Violet. Nothing good was going to come from this as Alexia began struggling, trying to pull her head out from between the legs of Jessica.

Desperate and if she was able to free her head, Alexia would retaliate in brutal fashion as she pulled her arm back and swung it right up between Jessica's legs for a vile and blatant low blow!

Jessica was standing tall like a champion. If she were able to pull this move off, there was very little way in the proof of the notion that Alexia could remain conscious, let alone represent some threat to win this match. Her purple eyes were gazing far into the future, imagining herself holding the belt aloft once more. The Violent Violet was moving quickly now, doing her most to make sure that Alexia and this match were quickly wrapped up. Jessica felt the roar of the crowd as they got to their feet. She wondered what they really wanted, if they wanted her to win or they just wanted to see a horrific act of violence.

If they wanted to see the second choice, they got it. A blow went in to Jessica's crotch, causing her to fall to her knees and look at Alexia with pleading eyes. She knew that she would find no mercy, but it was her first instinct. The Violent Violet was clutching her sex now, feeling the intense pain that was now emanating from there. Despite all of her negative actions, she couldn't help feeling betrayed, as if this were some affair of honor.

Ramming her arm right up into Jessica’s sex, the crowd’s roar of pained awe at the violent low blow before erupting in cheers at the undiluted violence. Alexia continued to push up on her arm, pressing it harder and harder into Jessica’s groin before the Champion dropped onto her knees, unable to support the weight Alexia pulled her arm away as she panted.

The two were locking eyes and standing knees to knees as Alexia’s wild eyes looked into Jessica’s. There wasn’t any remorse in her blue pearls and a smile was plastered on her face. But instead of a malevolent smirk, it was one of sheer joy.

Joy of being able to incur such acts of violence and be reciprocated right back with intensity.

Grabbing onto Jessica’s shoulders, Alexia used her opponent as support as she made her way back to her feet slowly, getting to a standing base as she panted, the brutal battle’s tolls still taking a lot out of her as she would grab on to Jessica’s suit, trying to pull her up to her feet!

Jessica clutched at her groin, feeling the pain. Alexa had done a lot to make it hurt. As a professional, Jessica could really appreciate that. As a woman currently wrestling the crazed woman, she would curse Alexa until her dying day, and past that if she had the opportunity. The pain glued her to the ground, much to her chagrin. Jessica waited for something bad to come down, right on top of her.

Only, it didn't come. Alexa plucked her up from the ground, and she was standing now. Every second that she spent on the ground was another moment that she was recovering. So when she got up, she was not quite completely ready, but she thought that she was ready enough. The Violent Violet was not going for anything too fancy, after all.

Jessica figured that she would repay the favor, and sent a kick up to Alexa's crotch. It wasn't as hard as she would have liked it to be thanks to the pain in her own groin, but Jessica found that it was what was called for in the moment.

Alexia continued to laugh as she hauled on the almost dead weight of Jessica’s body, an arm wrapped around the head and neck while the other held onto her arm, hoisting Jessica up until they were standing. She couldn’t help herself, she was having too much fun, too much enjoyment to end the fight right there.

In fact she wanted to show how giddy she was as she nuzzled her face against the Violent Violet in her bizarre way of affection and thanks for the fight before moving on to her next big hit.

However, her skewed priorities left her wide open for Jessica to take advantage of. And take advantage she did as her leg connected solidly in her crotch with such force that it sent her off of the ground before her feet planted back on the ground.

Her eyes were wide as her mouth was gaping open as her hands shot to her crotch, unbelievable pain shot through her body as even she couldn’t enjoy the intensity. Words couldn’t form from her mouth as heaves and breathless cries left it before her body couldn’t support her weight as she dropped onto her knees and face planted into the cold steel of the ramp!

Jessica felt Alexia nuzzle against her. It was a strange sensation, very strange indeed. The Violent Violet had felt that hundreds of time before as she went through and did her best to attempt to bed every single woman in the Tokyo metropolitan area, and River to boot. But that had always been on Jessica's bed, and where they were right now was the furthest thing that she could possibly conceive of from her own bed. Jessica was still a battle hardened woman, though, and she would not be shaken off the trail by that action. Least of all now, when she had just been punted where the sun didn't shine.

Jessica got her revenge, however. The smooth kick slammed into Alexia. Jessica took a step back so that she could truly appreciate the sight of Alexia flopping to the ground. The crazed woman was now face down on the concrete, and Jessica was a woman possessed. She stomped down on her opponent just a few times to soften her up. And a few more times because she was feeling particularly cruel.

Jessica then bent down and grabbed one of Alexia's legs, and used that to start dragging her opponent back down to the ring. There was still more fun to be had, she thought, but way up here they only had so much access to weapons and other fun things that would help render this woman unconscious, and help Jessica keep her belt.

Alexia continued to moan out in pain, her breathing still ragged and sharp as her hands buried themselves into her pussy. She was at the complete mercy of Jessica who could do whatever she wanted to the Harlequin without retaliation as she was seized by the leg. Being dragged off towards the ring, her body was scraping against the concrete in rough fashion, like sandpaper across her exposed skin as she moaned out in pain.

Aside from weak flailing, there wasn’t much resistance from Alexia as she was subjected to the ploys of pain that the Champion had in store for her!

Jessica was not thinking about the skin abrasions that Alexia must have currently been experiencing, but if she had been, a smile would have spread across her face. It was only a small pain, in comparison to the big pain to come, but any damage she was dealing to her crazed opponent was a win in her book. But she knew that there was a bigger win to come, one that would end with Alexia unconscious and the belt still around her waist.

It was with those thoughts in mind that she dropped her blonde opponent onto the ground. Her hands were busy as she reached under the apron. There was something wood there, which piqued Jessica's interest. When she pulled the object out, she found that it was a shovel. The Violent Violet greatly enjoyed the irony that a shovel might help her metaphorically dig Alexia's grave, but she enjoyed the sound it made as she swung it down onto Alexia even more.

The two made their way back to the ringside as Jessica released the Harlequin, allowing Alexia to recover and catch herself while the Champion went off to do her own things. Planting both of her hands on the barely padded floors as she pushed herself up onto her fours, gasping and panting as sweat rolled off of her face!

Unbeknownst to the Harlequin, Jessica had found something else to use on her. Something that was just as brutal as she wanted it to be but she had no idea of what was coming.

The Violent Violet turn and swung with everything that she had. The wood in her hands was rough, not really fit for a wrestling ring but for an honest worker with gloves on. And right now, Jessica felt like the furthest thing from an honest worker. The arc of the shovel coming down was not a graceful one, due to its inherently unwieldy nature, but Jessica was positive that she could make it hurt.

Jessica was aiming for the small of Alexia's back, to wring all of the fight out of her opponent in one savage blow.