Fright Fight - Alexia Jacksson Vs. Death Bunny: Buried Alive match

Preceded by: Kyoko Akan Vs. Layla Vale
Followed by: Open Challenge for the Co-Hardcore Championship





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Match type: Buried Alive Match
Rules: No-Holds-Barred, there are shovels placed around the mound of soil to aid the wrestlers in burying one another in the soil
Winning conditions: Burying their opponent in the designated mound of soil.

Tonight was the night. The night where she was finally going to get the fight that she has been waiting for as long as she could remember. Her mind was wrapped around the beauty known as Death Bunny the moment she heard that the caped dread had returned. Her visage of stoic fury that she wore while delivering such vile beatings and how she sat up after eating such a violent move was enough to send Alexia giddy with excitement like a school girl fawning over love. And now she was going to have her, all to herself in a struggle of violence as Alexia's theme song started to blast on the arena's speakers.

There was a light fog surrounding the entrance ramp, fitting of the grim setting of a Buried Alive match as the dual colored haired woman appeared on stage. Many women who would be facing Death Bunny would have either a scared and rattled look or a face of complete focus. Alexia had neither, her lips curled into a big smile and her eyes widened as if she was about to get on the ride of her life. She even chose to wear a pair of bunny ears to match her opponent, many found it to be mocking while Alexia herself did it on a whim. As she got onto the aisle to the ring, she stopped to look at the mound of dirt to the side of her.

The place where she and Death Bunny had to beat each other so bad that they couldn't resist being tossed in. The image of her and the Dreaded One battling until they couldn't stand left a look of true elation on Alexia's face, letting loose a twisted laugh before she resumed her way to the ring.

Reaching the ring, she would slide in through the bottom, getting to her knees to flick her hair back as she almost accidentally tossed her bunny ears off. She was so wrapped up thinking about Death Bunny that she forgot about them as she slid on her knees towards her corner, sitting crossed legged in the corner as she could barely wait for Death Bunny to arrive.

While never an ardent believer in concepts such fate or destiny, D.B. couldn't deny there was some level of cosmic penance happening this night. This particular PPV holding special significance for the bunny-eared brawler, in ways more significant than just the glaringly obvious parallels between her deathly persona and the aura of grim macabre that came with its Halloween-centric and morbid motif. This specific day of the dead marked the one-year anniversary since D.B. was pummeled into an unconscious and bloody stupor at the hands of everyone's favorite blonde-haired Swede and current world champion.

...Not exactly how D.B. would have preferred her debut Fright Fight match to go down. But in retrospect, she really couldn't have asked for a better backdrop to cap off her yearlong comeback than by revisiting the scene of her career murder and making sure things DO go as she would have preferred. Namely by putting down this cackling hyena who thought it was wise move to poke a sleeping bear...or in this case, bunny. She couldn’t deny she had a nibbling curiosity in properly becoming acquainted with this Alexia person and thanking her for this opportunity the only way she knew how...by pummeling her bloody raw and burying what’s leftover six feet under.

With pitch black darkness encompassing the arena, the disturbing and eerie vocals of O'Death began echoing throughout the chilled stadium with knee-level fog engulfing the extended rampway. From opposing sides of the expansive ramp, twin lines of marching monks carrying blazing torches would begin grimly marching forward with their heads tilted downward. Each one dressed in tattered, ghastly robes and dangling chains around their necks. Their torches blazing brightly and being the sole source of tangible lighting throughout their gloomy pacing amidst the murky fog at their feet.

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Once both marching lines of shambling monks had reached the ring, the bunny girl herself would eerily stride out from behind the curtains. Her tattered trenchcoat billowing slightly as she made her way through the dreary fog below her. Stepping forward with methodically delayed steps to her imposing entrance from under the blazing torchlights until she finally entered the ring through the ropes. The removal of her wide-brimmed hat would signal the lighting up of the arena, the fading out of her theme, and exiting of the monks.

Upon handing off her darkened outfit to a ringside official and revealing her white cotton top and navy blue hot pants jeans that heightened the curvaceous contours of her plump backside, D.B. would affix her soulless eyes squarely on the crouching hyena in the corner. For now she remained silent as the grave until she approached the middle of the ring while cracking her knuckles, intently zoning in on the bunny ears D.B.  had every intention of ripping off of Alexia's head and stuffing down her throat.

" “You wanted me…now you got me...”

Sitting in the corner as goosebumps flared all across her skin as the lights went out and the fog intensified as the mood suddenly changed. She was getting all the more giddy as she saw hooded figures appear on stage holding torches of all things as they made their way down the ramp in ominous fashion! Oppose to being unnerved by the scene, it was only serving to hype Alexia up for the arrival of her new favorite Bunny.

She could barely contain her excitement when she saw her appear on stage in all of her dark glory as she was practically bouncing up and down with glee as Death Bunny made her way down the fogged ramp as if she was walking out of the Other Side of Darkness itself! With each step the cloak fluttered, flapping up waves of fog before D.B. made her way up the ring and decreed the light to shine.

Without the hat, Alexia saw the cold eyes of D.B., fury contained within as it gave her chills. She wasn't sure if she was going to walk away from the encounter, but for Alexia that was all the better. If D.B. was amazing at dishing out the pain, she was sure that she was just as capable of handling it as well! It was going to be a hell of a fight, a fight that Alexia knew that she wasn't going to be able to get enough of!

Springing up from her cross legged position, her smile was firing on all cylinders as she swayed from side to side, bobbing up and down to bounce the fluffy bunny ears on her head. "Huhuhuhu....I do! I have all of you! All to myself." She let out as she licked her lips, her body tingling with nerves as it knew the dangers that were awaiting her from the remorseless woman. But that was precisely why she was so excited, this woman being able to send her body in such a panic just by being there! It was a rush, a rush no other woman could give her! Her unique flavor that Alexia was going to gorge herself on!

As if she needed to provoke D.B. anymore, she brought her hands up and gestured D.B. to come at her!

"Come oooooooon."

Unbridled, cackling jubilation wasn't exactly the type of response D.B. elicited from her usual, run of the mill challengers. Than again, this Alexia person was proving herself to be none of the above as she joyously trembled in anticipation for what D.B. intended to be one of the more hellacious beat-downs this demented looking harlequin had ever experienced. The polar opposite parallels between the two of them couldn't have been more plan to see as one stood stoically brooding, while the other was fidgeting elatedly. D.B.'s grim somberness never cracking for a second as she struggled, perhaps in vain, to parse together just who this pig-tailed jester was, what exactly her deal was, and why she seemed so fixated on her of all people.

But D.B.'s curious queries would have to wait for another, less inopportune time. Preferably at a time when she wasn't about to partake in the match meant to be her redemption and official return to deathly form. For now, she needed to indulge in her own morbid fascination with inflicting copious amounts of self-indulgent agony upon her opponent...

"Hmm...I still don't know what your deal is, but it looks I'm gonna have to try and enjoy this more than you." D.B. sternly stated while raising her arms up in what appeared to be another prototypical, no frills lock up attempt. But once the bell would ring, all semblance of restraint would become undone as D.B. stomped forward with her out-stretched hands for a clenching, vice-like grip on Alexia's dual colored hair. Gnashing her teeth while pivoting around, D.B. attempted to fling Alexia off of her feet for a fully powered hair-mare that would have her tumbling towards the corner turnbuckle!!

Alexia's joy was through the roof, she loved this atmosphere and not just from facing D.B. She loved the idea of this event, on a night that was filled with a somber mood and the pit of dirt that was next to the entrance! Alexia loved it all although her joy was brought down just a bit when she saw D.B. take her stance. She was a little perplexed, she didn't take D.B. as someone with a boring fighting pose like that. Alexia herself was lackadaisical, her arms swaying from side to side as she twisted gleefully.

When the bell rang however, the true colors of Death Bunny was revealed as she came right at Alexia! The face painted beauty was taken back with how much strength her opponent came at her with, just feeling the vibrations through the mat. She looked on in awe and what looked like excitement as her smile grew bigger than before as D.B. took a hold of her pigtails and before she knew it, she was sent spinning out of control as her dual colored hairs were almost pulled out from the roots with the violent hair mare.

Twirling in the air as she was swept off of her feet, Alexia hit the mat hard as she the pain shot up from her butt all the way up her spine. "Ooooooow!" Alexia whined out as she shot her hands down to her butt as she began rolling towards the corner. But through her pained expression was a look of delight that was creeping through before completely dominating Alexia's face as she pulled herself up in the corner!

Methodical, cold, and swift in her actions, D.B. tried to practice restraint in her initial actions in a match like a true professional. There was no telling how long this match could last, and getting gassed early on was a surefire way to gift-wrap your opponent a clear advantage. Alexia hadn't quite earned her unbridled wrath just yet, but D.B. had a feeling that was bound to change as matters progressed to their eventual grave-digging outcome.

Finding an opportunity to send the maddened harlequin flying wasn't exactly a difficult task considering that Alexia's flailing arms and unhinged stance had precisely zero defense to it. It was blatantly full of holes, as if Alexia was openly inviting D.B. to take the first shot and in doing so inflict copious amounts of pain upon her. D.B. couldn't help but happily oblige by chucking Alexia bordering on halfway across the ring in as explosive a start one could have asked for. One that demonstrated just how much strength a restrained D.B. was capable of, and was a prelude to just what type of match the audience was in store for.

D.B. stomped up with a menacing glower upon noticing Alexia was still sporting her twisted smile, something about that starting to get on the nerves of the irate bunny girl as she approached the dazed harlequin climbing back to her feet in the corner. She started applying a snug side headlock to Alexia's multi-colored head, but with the other side of her face pressing against the nearby top rope. Pacing away towards the adjacent corner with Alexia's head in tow, D.B. attempted a searing rope burn that would end with Alexia's head being rammed into the top turnbuckle.

Alexia was getting what she wanted, she wanted the brutal and violent woman that Death Bunny could be! Yanked across the ring by her hairs was a good start to seeing just how down and dirty D.B. was going to get in order to put the hurt on her, crawling her way up to a standing base with the assistance of the ropes. When D.B. stomped towards her, Alexia made no significant moves to defend herself as D.B. locked her head against her chest. And what a chest it was, Alexia feeling the large tit mash against her face before feeling the coarse ring rope pressed against her forehead and began to grind against it!

"Yeeeeeeow!" Alexia cried out as she was forced to follow, starting off slow so that she could feel the material tearing away at her flesh before picking up speed across the ring to ram her skull into the buckle! Alexia's body recoiled on impact, dropping onto her back as her hands shot up to her head! A large red skid mark was left on her forehead as her head was throbbing after the collision with the top. Moaning out as she squirmed on the mat, it looked like Alexia was put on ice without her usual laughing response.

But it didn't take long for her to get back into her usual ways as she began to move, getting up to her knees with her head hung low as she softly began to laugh. It soon got louder and louder as the seconds passed.

"Hehehehhehe.....Ahahahahaha!" She roared out as she whipped her head up, red mark and all with her beaming twisted smile as she looked up at D.B., ramming her finger into her own cheek. "Hit me harder bae! I know you can do better!" she screamed out, she was hurting but this was just a small appetizer in Alexia's head. She wanted more before she return the same course of beating!

Given where Alexia was in the ring and how she was seemingly putting up scant few defenses to whatever malicious maneuver D.B. could concoct, one could say she got easy with just a searing rope burn and having her head slammed into the turnbuckle. Especially considering that D.B. was starting to get noticeably irritated from the maddened harlequins incessant cackling and what she interpreted as Alexia daring to underestimate her. Either that...or Alexia was indeed certifiably insane with a masochistic streak unlike any other. The jury was still out on which was the more likely reason, but D.B. was now beginning to feel like it was the ladder...

Applying muscled torque to the clenching headlock did indeed place Alexia's noggin in the odd juxtaposition of being snugly shoved against the supple softness of D.B.'s breast while also against the sharpened threads of the nearby top rope. The burning friction from the prolonged rope burn eliciting just the shrill screams D.B. was going as she stomped along the side of the ring before practically engraving her facial structure into the top turnbuckle. D.B. momentarily relented on her assault and opted to simply encircle Alexia in a predatorial prowl. For now she seemed confident that she made good on wiping that smile off of Alexia's face...

...until it popped right back, brightening up Alexia's demented face. D.B. irritation starting to boil over into something more palpable as she clenched her fist and narrowed her hollow eyes.

"...you know what? You're absolutely right." D.B. grimly uttered before reasserting her vice-like grip on Alexia's twintails for a straining yank back to her feet. By clenching her free hand into a fist one curling finger at a time and cocking her arm far behind her, D.B. was well prepared to answer Alexia's dare with a thunderous right cross right where the harlequin wanted it planted.

That twisted face of anger, the face that scrunched up due to Alexia supposed defiance in the wake of D.B.'s vicious opening flurry that left a red mark on Alexia's forehead and a pained butt. Alexia loved it, that face that screamed bloody murder was bone chilling. And nerve tingling. Alexia loved it, it was as if her body was on high tension with her body coursing with such a sensation that she couldn't describe it as anything else but euphoric. Her most dangerous opponent was standing in front of her, standing over her kneeling figure and ready to unleash more of that primal fury on to her. Her face twisted with even more joy when she heard D.B. replied to her in such a fashion of confirmation that made her feel even better knowing she was right.

But she was hogging the fun all to herself. With such an opponent, to Alexia it would be the greatest insult not to fight back and give D.B. the same rush she was feeling!

As D.B. prepped her arm for a violent cross across the face, Alexia's hands would shoot up, looping her fingers through the short short jeans waist band, Alexia would jerk on the bottoms to pull D.B. off of her balance as she swung her head forward to slam her forehead right into the gut! "Hehehehe...now that I know you're not half assing me...I won't half ass you!" She wouldn't stop there, digging her forehead into the toned abs of D.B. before pulling back and launching another one as she attempted to rise up to her feet.

Another bout of laughter began to coax itself out of Alexia as she got to a feet, lifting herself up to deliver another knee to the stomach!