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

Unorthodox, but effective. That was how D.B. could best describe how she was managing to turn the tide of the match back in her favor. But she had a feeling that this was going to be one of those nights where she would need to venture into the unknown and get creative if she wanted to pull a victory out of her hat. Luckily there was more than enough rage-fueled aggression for D.B. to make use of as she battered Alexia's cranium like a bobble head doll. The bunny girl only just than letting Alexia loose for the harlequin to crumple to the side while D.B. herself opted to shuffle outside of the ring.  

She landed on her feet and took a brief powder beside the ring to steady her breathing, massage her aching face, and basically collect herself from what had been a hellacious few minutes of match time. D.B. turned back to the ring with a piercing glare and reached her ominous hand back inside the ring to clamp her clawed hand against Alexia's painted face. D.B.'s face smothering grip alone would be used to eerily drag the harlequin outside of the ring along with her, where the angered bunny girl would attempt to chuck Alexia against the barricade by tugging on her trunks and her dual colored hair.

If anyone was expecting a match of technical holds they were obviously looking at the wrong match. Alexia was going to try and batter the hell out of Death Bunny and she was completely certain that Bunny was looking for the same thing to return to her. The face painted psycho let out a moan as she tried to recuperate from her head bobbing back and forward as she laid on the mat, her upper back and neck hanging on the bottom rope as D.B. made it to the outside. Her eyes were glazed over as she was trying to refocus and just as she managed to do so, the hand of D.B. descended on her face and clamping down.

Alexia's eyes widened as her hands reached up to grab on the wrist, smothering her as she began to struggle with thrashing her body from side to side to try and dislodge the threat of being smothered out. The strength of D.B. was put on display as she dragged Alexia out of the ring, the Harlequin landing on her feet with her hands still latched on to the clawing hand of D.B. before she felt the back of her corset being pulled along with her hair, letting out a gasp of air before she was flung back into the barricade! The loud sound of body crashing into the one piece separating the crowd from the action rang out as Alexia hollered out with her arms fling over the top!

For what it was worth, D.B. felt like she was finally starting to get a feel for the certifiable harlequin with the unhealthy obsession with her. It so happens to turn out that they both specialized in the same school of wrestling style. Straight up, no frills, knuckle cracking  brawling. Acknowledging that she was similar to this face-painted hyena in any way left her with unsettling feeling in her stomach, and it was something she tried not ti think too much on lest it distract her more. Instead, she channeled her aggression into dragging Alexia outside of the ring solely by the vice-like clawing of her multi-colored face. It was an unsettling sight to behold, and one that was followed up with Alexia being seamlessly flung spine first into the barricade.

D.B. passed her hand through her purple mop of hair and fluffy bunny ears as she finally felt herself gaining a steady breathing rhythm once again. Her hollow and lifeless eyes zoning in on the languishing harlequin as she re-approached her. Fans in the front row taking the time to pat Alexia's arms and shoulders before noticing D.B. approach the dazed harlequin, wherein they smartly huddled back a few feet. The side of D.B.'s forearm would than lodge itself against Alexia's neck while shoving her head upward to gaze at the ceiling. The Grim Hopper than eerily raising her free hand skyward for a few stalled seconds, all before leveling would be a heart stopping and horribly powerful open palmed breast edge slap to Alexia's puffed out boobs.

Alexia was simply loving this, her back was burning with pain after being thrown against the barricade as she let out a loud groan. But through the pain on her face a tinge of satisfaction could be seen beginning to curl on her lips. She loved this style of fighting, the down and dirty fisticuffs that was fighting. Beating each other until a bloody pulp until one of them couldn't stand, literally pulling out all the tricks to put the other down. To Alexia, there was nothing more intimate than bearing how violent and vicious one could really be in a fight to the other. Like some form of sick confession to each other, her and Death Bunny.

The hints of the smile soon broke out into a full blown laugh as she felt the patting hands of a few over excited fans as Alexia would be snapped back into reality with a forearm pressing into her neck, forcing her to look up and expose her chest as she was wondering what D.B. was going to do. Gritting her teeth as she pushed down with her head, trying to force her way into looking at D.B. and to find out what she was in for, she quickly figured out as she felt the heavy hand slap into her chest with much build up, her boobs flopping about from the chop.

There was an eerie silence that washed out after the echoing slap, Alexia's windless voice could be heard letting loose a strained cry, her eyes widened as her arms quickly shot to her chest as her chest was burning from the knife edge chop with an outline of D.B.'s hand forming on her exposed chest due to her risque corset!

As unsettling as it was to internally admit that her and Alexia were, in fact, two of a kind in some way, it was how they went about brawling to their heart's content that separated them. The most obvious difference was that while Alexia was a ravenous, unyielding madwoman who puts herself in as much danger as her opponent at times, D.B was a methodical, purposeful brawler. Someone who holds herself back and only goes full tilt when her blood is boiling or when the situation calls for it. She hasn't yet reached that tipping point...but all of Alexia's incessant laughter was doing a good job of gradually pushing her there. Alexia was thankfully silenced by what must have felt like a meteoric chest slap, one that was powerful enough to silence earning an entire stadium before stirring up sympathetic "O"s for someone as deranged as the maddened harlequin.

D.B. stood ominously over the breathless jester afterward, shaking her hand left and right to help the burning sensation in her palm to wear off faster. She narrowed her purple, hollow eyes and snarled down at Alexia. D.B. was half-tempted to do that exact same slap one more time and permanently leave an imprint of her right hand right atop that wobbly chest of hers. But she had a better idea, one that started with her tugging Alexia along by her hair and wrist. D.B. positioned herself a few feet from a nearby set of steel steps, and angled herself as if she was going to fling Alexia towards them in an Irish Whip...but once the harlequin found herself being propelled forward, she would be immediately mowed down by D.B.'s cocked back arm in a massive lariat clothesline attempt.

Wheezing and heaving for air, Alexia would peel herself off of the barricade to take a step forward before falling on to her knees and a hand, one arm continuing to hug her chest in pain. The chop was hard enough and painful enough to cut off Alexia's maniac laughter for a long while, much more than normal as D.B. continued her attack, taking a hold of her hair and wrist to pull her off of the ground. Alexia had little choice but to agree with where ever the Bunny wanted to bring her, stumbling along to try and catch her balance again as she hobbled with her opponent. They got closer to the set of steel stairs, a terror at ring side as it was a weapon of humanly destruction that came in dozens of ways.

Alexia braced for impact as she was tossed towards it, thinking that she was going to be crashing into it shoulder first. However she was thrown for a loop as she was suddenly jerked back, her eyes widen open as she saw the arm of D.B. sticking out and flinging towards her. Or rather she was being flung towards said arm. The blow collided into D.B.'s chest, a sickening thud echoed out from the vile strike, Alexia's body being forced back while her legs flew upwards as she crashed into a ball of pain! Again all the air was forced out of Alexia's lungs, all the air sounding like it was being leaked out of her as she laid on her back, coughing out in pain as D.B. was overwhelming her!

The blows you don't see coming are the ones that leave the greatest impact. At least that was the prevailing theory behind D.B. faking out her supposed Irish Whip into the steel chairs instead for a walloping lariat that had enough concussive force to level a person twice Alexia's twice. D.B. herself wouldn't be able to remain upright either from how much driving muscle she put into the clothesline, the bunny reaper stumbling forward and collapsing to her hands and knees right behind the splayed out harlequin. She brought herself back to a vertical standing and breathed steadily to help calm her enraged nerves. Something about Alexia having irritated her to no end, and it wasn't just that incessant cackling of hers.

D.B. already had future preparations in mind as she started striding towards one of the commentator's tables. The Halloween costume wearing announcer's scurrying away as D.B. began removing the canopy off the table, shuffling the papers out of the way, and basically ensuring that their would be nothing there to cushion Alexia's landing.

Once the arrangements had been made, she would approach the maddened jester and yank her up by her twintails for a demeaning and prolonged crawl beside her D.B. back to the cleared off table. Having Alexia be on her sorry knees meant it was easy to stuff her head between D.B.'s powerful legs after making her arch over herself. A flexing of her thigh muscles around Alexia's skull would help to keep her nice and complacent. A bit of theatricality would be tossed in for the powerbomb to come as she gave the dual thumbs down over Alexia for the festive crowd to cheer over before reaching down to wrap her arms around the harlequins waist...

The face painted, dual dyed haired psychopath would continue to moan out as she rolled on the barely covered mat on the floor. Wheezing for air as she sat up, her chest was taking quite the beating along with the lungs underneath, so much so that her laughter did not return this time around. Coughing and hacking, Alexia was in a bit of a shock that D.B.'s assault was doing more to her than she could've possibly imagined. Even if her lips couldn't curl into a smile at the moment, the thought was still in her head. The utter joy of such destruction near her sent sensations throughout her body as D.B. left her alone for the time being.

The tearing apart of the table sent the crowd into a frenzy, the simple act was a precursor to a highlight scene that was going to sate their urges for devastation if only for a moment. Alexia saw what her opponent was planning and she herself found herself becoming elated of the sight.

Alexia was yanked off of the ground, stumbling to try and catch her balance as her arms wrapped around D.B.'s waist to stabilize herself before her head was thrusted between those powerful thighs. A rush of adrenaline spiked through Alexia as she knew that she was going through the table if she did not fight against it. Looking to give the gesture of pain back to D.B., Alexia would begin to toss and twist from side to side, trying to make D.B.'s grip as difficult as she could to maintain and if she could managed to, Alexia attempted to drop down to a knee to give herself enough leeway to sneak her head out.

And flashing a twisted grin up to D.B. she would then swing her arm up and attempted to low blow her!

The raspy, strained breathing coming from Alexia's lips was an infinitely more pleasing sound to D.B.'s floppy bunny ears than that maddening chuckling of hers. It was a positive side-effect of D.B. consistently knocking the wind out of her, but nothing could quite top the sheer, depraved satisfaction D.B. was reveling in from putting the screws to this deranged nutjob. Her own monotone facade devolving into a grim smirk throughout her preemptive clearing of the table and while she dragged the hapless harlequin to the site of her impending doom. The elation on her face still being subdued somewhat, but was eerily startling to mimic the type of twisted smile Alexia would normally be sporting...

The typical frenzied fanfare would start to bubble up as the stage was set for a scene of chaotic destruction. Normally, D.B.'s powerbombs involved a lot more theatricality, absurdity, and an adult-sized bear costume to stuff her opponent's into beforehand. Unfortunately, time was a precious commodity and it was perhaps too early in the match to be busting out such a throwback, so D.B. opted to make due with what she had to work with.

Hugging Alexia's waist didn't come without it's fair share of resistance though, the demented harlequin struggling and wriggling to an insane degree until she finally managed to squeeze her head free...and rocket her bicep straight into D.B's crotch. A reflexive clenching of her thighs around Alexia's bicep precipitated D.B. stumbling back and collapsing to her knees in humbling agony. Echoing groans of sympathy sounded off in unison from the audience after the underhanded low-blow, but they were ultimately of little comfort as D.B cupped her aching womanhood.

"YOu...liTTle...FucK..." Through strained breathing and crippling pain, D.B. still made her vitriolic disdain well known as she tipped her bunny-eared head upward to stare bloody daggers at the face-painted dead woman standing before her.

Thrashing about like a caged animal looking to break free of it's confinement, refusing to be tamed so easily as Alexia managed to give some space between her and the Bunny of Death as she dropped down to a knee. It gave her all the space in the world to pull her arm back and swung it up between D.B.'s legs! The results were as it was expected, a loud smack followed by sympathetic groans from the audience for D.B. as her body locked and hunched over into Alexia as the psychopath was grinning like the maniac she was. Now that she got some breathing room to decide on how to start giving the fun back to D.B.

Then she realized, if once was good, how about twice?

Her lips curled into a bigger smile as she would pull her arm back again, letting the pain soak in D.B.'s crotch before swinging it back up for another low blow! That wasn't going to be the end of it however, as D.B. went through the trouble of clearing the table, it'd be a shame for it not to be used immediately. The second that Alexia's arm crashed into D.B.'s crotch again, the psycho would wrap her free arm around D.B.'s leg while lifting up with her arm, buried in the crotch as she attempted to flap jack her on to the table!