Alexia vs Apollyon (Hardcore Match)

Alexia could tell that she got underneath the skin of Apollyon, just by hearing the low growling noise that was in her voice. It got her giddy, nothing hit harder than an angry beast. But in her excitement, she realized something, she was hogging all the heavy hits to herself! She couldn't let that happen, Apollyon needed to be hit as well! Greedy her, she couldn't believe that she would skip out on such a detail as she was thrown into the ropes.

Racing back after being flung into the ropes by Apollyon, Alexia saw the kick coming up to try and hit her in the face. Ducking underneath the kick as she dropped down on to her knees to slide on the mat, grabbing on to Apollyon's hip to swing herself behind her opponent. She stood up to hook her head underneath the dark skinned woman's arm while she reached up between her thighs, smashing her forearm into the crotch as she tried to lift Apollyon up and over her shoulder and on to the mat!

Apollyon braced to kick Alexia, ready for impact. Unfortunately that impact never came. Apollyon's world slowed to slow motion as Alexia ducked under her leg, sliding across the mat. She had no time to react to the fact that the girl with the two-tone hair used her to redirect herself.

She didn't realize that Alexia was in the dangerous position of being behind her until it was too late. The psychotic woman hooked her head under Apollyon's arm, and reached between her thighs, slamming her forearm into the Kenyan's crotch, prompting a flinch and a slight noise of pain and discomfort. She let out a yelp as she was lifted up and over the woman's shoulder and onto the mat.

Apollyon would struggle to pick herself up off the mat after a bump like that, and struggle she did. It was incredibly slow going as she tried to get to her feet.

After tossing Apollyon up and over her, Alexia started to find her groove as she rotated her head around and around stopping until she was leaning back and twisted her head to the side to smile wickedly at the dark skin girl before spinning around to land on her front, leveling her with Apollyon as she watched her opponent beginning to push herself up. Alexia did the same to keep her head leveled with Apollyon's, smiling at her opponent as she waited until she got to her knees.

Springing up, Alexia would take a hold of the long purple hair of her opponent and start to return the favor of the knees that she took earlier by attempting to pull on the hair and slam it into her knee. The knee was not meant to break the mask, no she was planning something else far more dramatic for the reveal. But before she could even attempt it, she had to make sure that Apollyon was worn down enough to ensure she could complete the 'dark ritual' of freeing the mask and revealing the face it hid.

Pulling on the ponytail after kneeing Apollyon in the face, Alexia would jump up and past Apollyon, pulling on the hair as she would land on her back and attempt a neckbreaker like move!

When Apollyon got to her knees, she attempted to rise to her feet but felt her hair get grabbed by her opponent. Almost immediately afterwards, she got her reward for slamming her knee into Alexia's face so many times. Apollyon heard her mask crack again, this time the area between the two eyeholes. She let out a furious roar. "You need to STOP breaking my mask." She struggled against Alexia's grip on her hair weakly after getting the knee to the face, but couldn't break free.

Apollyon's inability to get free unfortunately meant she was along for the ride as Alexia jumped up and past her, pulling Apollyon's hair as she landed on her back in a sort of neckbreaker with an attitude. Apollyon grabbed her neck, writhing in pain for a few seconds before getting up as quickly as she could. She glared at Alexia through the cracked mask as she staggered to her feet. "You are a bit too sadistic for my liking. This mask was a gift, and I highly doubt that it is replaceable."

She charged at Alexia, trying to take her out of the ring one way or another, whether it was by tackling her, by throwing her, or by convincing her. She didn't care. It would be happening sooner rather than later.

Dropping on to her back as she forced Apollyon to fall back into the mat, snapping her head into the mat with her modified neckbreaker, Alexia would spring up to a seated position as she stared at the camera that was trailed on her face. Quickly she did a quick pose of resting her chin against the back of her hands before spinning around on her knees. "Mwahahahaahaha! Wasn't that fun Apolli!?" she screamed out before Apollyon screamed back at her, talking about her mask. Listening and watching Apollyon as they got to their feet, she heard the mask being something important to her opponent.

Now she really wanted to smash it into pieces as her lips curled into a twisted smile.

Making her way towards her opponent, Alexia's eyes widened as Apollyon charged her, tackling into her as she stumbled back as the dark skinned woman pushed against her into the ropes. Alexia thought that the ropes were going to prevent her from falling out, but then she realized that they were ropes as they bent themselves out of the way of Alexia's body with continued pushing as both she and Apollyon tumbled out of the ring.

With her landing between the mat and Apollyon on top of her.

Apollyon put her hands on Alexia's shoulders, pinning her to the ground as she hissed in her ear. "No. It wasn't. And you're not going to have any fun either." She got off of Alexia, picked her up, and threw her into a news table, breaking it in half under her opponent's weight. She then grabbed the girl by her two-tone hair and yanked her up, leading her to a barricade where she slammed the psychopath's head into it multiple times, not caring about the physical or mental ramifications for her opponent. She was angry about the mask. If it didn't break during the match, it'd certainly break soon after, thanks to her psychotic opponent's efforts.

That made her livid, as she wasn't sure if it could ever be replaced, and she'd grown attached to the mask in her short time with it.

If her opponent was still too dazed to act, she'd drag her away from the barricade, again by her hair, and get her into a sharpshooter, the first actual hold of the match, and try to cause Alexia as much pain as possible, really doubling down on the tension and strain she put on the joint as she waited for the woman's reaction. She wanted to make this bitch suffer as much as humanly possible.

It was the least she deserved, after all.

Alexia groaned out as she was the one who got the worst brunt of the landing as she was left stunned, enough for Apollyon to get to her feet and grab on to her shoulders. Feeling the dark skinned girl leaning down into her to whisper in her ear, Alexia made a not so subtle moan of excitement. Being yanked off of her feet, she was dragged towards the announce table and thrown into it. Her slamming against it caused it to fall apart, which was anticlimactic to her as she began pushing herself back up. But Apollyon was relentless, just as Alexia wanted her to be as tey got to the barricade and her head slammed against the top of it.

The few hits stunned her as she was thrown on to the mat, on her back as Apollyon tied up their legs, placing in the Sharpshooter (A move that Alexia had no idea what was the name to) as she was rolled on to her stomach and her legs and back were being stretched out. However, Alexia wasn't screaming out or laughing as she had her hands on her head. "Uuuuuuuh....why do you gotta hit me in the head...it makes everything fuzzy that I have hard time feeling anything." she moaned out, of course she could feel her legs and back being placed in pain, but it wasn't enough for Alexia. Not enough to scream out and laugh about it, despite the way she was twisted up.

Reaching up for Apollyon's long purple ponytail, Alexia attempted to yank on it, trying to get Apollyon to break and pull her down next to her where she would then attempt to wrap an arm around her opponent's head, taking a hold with a side headlock!

Apollyon shrugs indifferently. It is not my concern whether you can feel or not. Only that you lose the match by any way possible." She continued to place constant pressure on Alexia with the hold, only to release the hold and cry out in pain as her opponent grabbed her hair and yanked on it, pulling the Kenyan hardbody off of her and into a side headlock, where Apollyon would struggle and attempt to get free.

Alexia managed to pull Apollyon down on to the mat with the assistance of the long purple hair and luckily managed to force Apollyon to release the hold. Now that her head was clearing up, she felt the pain of being stretched out backwards in the Sharpshooter shooting through her back as she wrenched on the head of her opponent, slowly rising up on to her knees as she grinded her sideboob into Apollyon's cheek.

Apollyon groaned as her opponent mashed the side of her breast into her cheek. "Get... off of me, you psychopath!" She'd try to drive an elbow into the crazy woman's ribs. If she succeeded, she'd get herself free and try to shove Alexia to the ground. If she succeeded, she'd climb on top of her opponent and begin beating the living daylights out of her, punching her head from side to side.