A Mad Love Match-Up! (Alexia Jackson vs Death Bunny)

Match Type: Hentai
Victory Conditions: Pinfall After Orgasm
Environment: Hotel Suite

Alexia was absolutely giddy, ever since she interfered in Death Bunny’s match for the World Championship, hell even as far back as when Death Bunny locked her in a casket, she couldn’t think of anything else other than her favorite little bunny. She wanted more from her, but the feelings pent up and leaking out of her very being wasn’t going to be satisfied with them beating the tar out of each other, they already did that.

The Maniacal Harlequin wanted more. The feeling was eating her up from the inside out, so much so she was more squirmy than usual and demanded that she and Death Bunny faced off in a match that would suit this purpose.

A Sexfight.

Already in the expensive hotel room, officials paying big for this match up, Alexia was laying on the massive bed in the bedroom. She wasn’t dressed for the occasion that the room usually implied however, she was wearing her black and red tank top with her tight booty shorts as if nothing was different. She laid on her back as she twisted and squirm with an incredibly lewd expression on her face just fantasizing what she and her Bunny were going to do to each other. But in just mere moments, those fantasies were going to become reality as laid waiting for Death Bunny, her head draping off the edge of the bed as she watched the door waiting!

Nary a trace of the undead one had been seen nor reported on from wrestling columnists since Summer-Splash, not for lack of journalistic effort on their part. But more-so from the absolute disappearing act committed by Death, as if she were taken off of the social networking grid of civilization ever since that smash-mouth spectacle of a HIAC match. This was not entirely uncommon for wrestlers needing time to recoup and recharge their batteries after barbarically brutalizing one-another with barbed weaponry. But even if she were to somehow be found by one intrepid reporter daring to forego personal safety to mingle amongst her old haunts, nothing pleasant was expected to be said considering the match's overall outcome...and her second brush with championship gold ending with no added weight being clipped around her waist, slung over her shoulder, or hoisted into the air by her gloved, bloodied hand.

One sole match challenge being what was needed to coax her out of her self-imposed, self-meditating exile. Unsurprising given the challenger, but most surprising given the match's stipulations considering this was most definitely not up any alley she ever treaded down. Some wondering if D.B. would actually arrive and step through that hotel guest room door...and they would be right. She wouldn't step through that door. Her ominous shadow elevating from the opposite of the room and nightmarishly creeping over the bed until being cast upon the deranged harlequin. The Grim Hopper dressed in black-jeaned booty shorts and a skin-tight black tank-top with a purple bunny skull and crossbones flashily embroidered on it's front...D.B.'s method of saying "hello" being her clamping onto Alexia's ankles to tug her backwards, a renewed clamp upon her hair and shorts kindly hurling her into the adjacent nightstand.

Alexia waited on the bed, continuing to squirm as within due time her wildest fantasies were going to come true. When throwing down the challenge, many people questioned if Death Bunny was even going to accept such a fight, but through her madness Alexia had the upmost assurance that Death Bunny wasn’t going to pass up this chance. Alexia had forced herself right back into the forefront of Death Bunny’s mind, after Alexia herself having been locked in a casket and buried but she was going to make sure she wasn’t forgotten by her favorite Bunny.

Rolling over on her stomach, Alexia felt her skin rushing with a cold shiver as her eyes widened, she would plant her chin into her palms as she locked her eyes on the door, glee rushing through her body as she could feel her Bunny coming like she knew she would!

Just not the way she’d envisioned.

A pair of hands would grab on to her ankles, her eyes widening as she was yanked backwards, dragging most of the comforter on the bed with her as she was almost pulled off of the bed. Frantic and shocked, Alexia was trying to make sense what was going on as she felt a hand on her hair and booty shorts and with a powerful yank, she was thrown into the nightstand with a loud thud. A scream soon followed, the tough edges of wood drilling into her body as most of her weight teetered off of the edge of the stand, dragging it down with her as she fell to the floor.

But seeing the dreadful and foreboding presence of Death Bunny, her lips couldn’t help but twist upwards and laugh with glee! Even if it was hard to do so as she was gasping for air...

Mystery abounded as to how Death managed to materialize from seemingly out of thin air. The subarctic chill that came with her ominous presence being noticed by Alexia, just not in time to ascertain that the bunny-eared threat was encroaching upon her from behind like a bloodthirsty horror movie villain. Only with somewhat less murderous intent, as the Grim Hopper quashed any lingering thoughts as to whether she would no-show this event with a booming exclamation point. D.B. flinging the deranged harlequin halfway across the room and directly into the nightstand that would topple onto the floor along with Alexia soon afterwards. A scowling bristle on her face as she stalked her fanatical fangirl with gloved fists clenched tightly upon rounding the opposite side of the bed, clearly not in the right mood to partake in any of the match's titillating rules structure...

She stepped over Alexia and stood astride the gleeful harlequin, glaring downward at the contemptible shrew who cost her the world title due to some sycophantic obsession this demented parasite had with her. She'd met some crazy woman in her day...but this clowned-up fruit-loop had taken the cake, bar none. Just thinking of how this lunatic cracked her upside the head and lulled her into defenseless sleep with her mandible claw was enough to get her blood-boiling again as she reached down to ensnare Alex by her hair for a tugging yank back up to her feet. Firstly cupping her hands behind Alexia's head to keep her hunched over, the vengeful bunny girl attempted to rocket several thrusting knee strikes right into her breadbasket. Dynamic wallops levied straight into her stomach with enough strength to bring the harlequin to her tip toes with the final one coming with a release of Alex's head.

Many people wasn't expecting such a brutal opening to a sexfight, but there weren't any rulings that said that this couldn't happen. The Grim Hopper's frenzied assault continued, focusing entirely on Alexia as she was pulled up from the floor. Knees would come crashing in at Alexia's chest, pounding down her breasts as spit flew out of the Harlequin's mouth as they came at her at a relentless pace with battering her torso before the final one drove Alexia off of the floor, her hands shooting for her stomach and curled inwards as she hit the floor. Coughing and gasping for air, Alexia was feeling all of the undiluted rage of Death Bunny as she writhed on the floor in pain.

But this was what she wanted.

She had Death Bunny all to herself, her entire focus settled on her. No more of playing hard to get, no one else to interfere with the playtime she wanted with her Bunny. It was practically a haven for her and Death Bunny as her smile broke through the agony of pain and took on a more disturbing smile, the same psychotic with twisted lewdness added to it!

Cathartic was somehow underselling what it felt like to start brutalizing this unhinged psychopath, but it was an appropriate encapsulation regardless. Such an unbridled nuisance being festered by this madwoman sputtering and gagging for air at her feet. The Avatar Of Death towering over her with nary a sign of remorse or indication of even contemplating relenting...but even her stoic demeanor wavered when sighting that incessant smile on Alexia's delighted face. Unfettered rage building up as she clamped one gloved hand into her own hair with teeth gnashing intensity...D.B. wondering if she was the one beginning to go mad.

In a flash the Bunny Reaper would haul Alexia back up to her feet by her pig-tailed hair and reassign those hands to the harlequin's outfit collar, bull-rushing her spine first into the adjacent wall with one ticked off powerhouse keeping her pinned to that wall. "WHY...." The only word D.B. could manage to mutter in her primal rage and seething temperament, their faces being inches apart as she directed heartless fury into Alexia's baby-blue eyes while maintaining that same grip on her collar. Alexia getting her wish of having every facet of D.B.'s attention honed in on her, a position anyone with any tangible iota of sanity would go out of their way to avoid.

Alexia was pulled off of the floor, stumbling on her feet as Death Bunny would force her up against the wall, a loud thud echoing out as Alexia's body snapped against it with her collar of her shirt grasped by the cold hand of Death.

When asked why, Alexia only smiled, her eyes wide and demented as she stared at the furious Death Bunny. The demeanor between the two were complete opposite of each other, Death Bunny's face wearing a unbridled rage while Alexia's was nothing but glee. No one would understand her obsession with the Grim Hopper or to why one would willingly target the dreaded woman and accept her rage with a smile and open arms. But the expression of Death Bunny, her stoic face twisted with anger and fury elicited such joy from within the Harlequin to tug on the cloak of Death and drag her down into her own personal twisted fantasy.

Instead of answer Death Bunny with words, the proximity of their faces only spurred a more intimate action as Alexia's hands shot up to try and wrap around her head, pulling it close as she tried to lock lips with the Grim Hopper!

Admittedly, it wasn't exactly the most intricately detailed of questions. It's sheer open-endedness allowed for limitless possibilities as to what precisely Death Bunny was inquiring about. But given the infuriated contempt in her ferociously gargled, singular word...there was little room for interpretation. Why was this unhinged harlequin incapable of getting the message D.B. keeps brutally pummeling into her? Why didn't burying this twin-tailed loon six feet under settle the matter? Why did she cost her one of the more treasured trophies in the business, milliseconds before it was hers and ended her own personal nightmare regarding that stupid leather strap with gold plating? The answer she got...was the only real answer that made sense.

"Mmmm?!?" D.B.'s bewildered yelp having nowhere to go except muffled into the passionate, demanding liplock. One that she snarled vehemently into with zero chance of cutting short given Alexia's arms embracing her head from behind, those ravenous eyes of her sewn shit until motions of resist began being melting down. A primal interplay between their mushed lips with all of that rage and spite having a different way of being expressed, D.B.'s facials beginning to flush as Alexia pressed their bodies together...vividly remembering Blossom first and foremost, and how this was not what she wanted her GF to see...again.

Alexia latched on to Death Bunny like a lamprey looking for blood as she kept her lips attached to her Bunny, arms wrapped tightly around to keep herself locked in place as her legs got into the action. Lifting a leg up to wrap around the waist, Alexia sought to try and bring Death Bunny down to the floor by placing more weight on her opponent's balance and trying to wrench her off of her feet by savagely twisting around like the maniac she was. The tension, the anger, Alexia could feel it all coming from Death Bunny how the Grim Hopper wanted to inflict as much bodily harm to her. It was intoxicating putting herself in that situation, the perfect place for a sadomasochistic woman like herself!

If she was successful in taking Death Bunny off of her feet and to the floor, hopefully in a violent way, she would try to lay herself on top of DB, looking to pin her to the ground while still liplocked as she would be as dirty as she could as she would ball her fist and try to bury it into the side of the Grim Hopper over and over again!

Not many understood how easily seething hatred can be juxtaposed besides savage passion, nor how it could be switched between in the blink of an eye. Whether it was through brutal pummeling's or repainting the nearest wall with her bloodied clown face, Bunny had nevertheless been thinking about this psychotic jester for going on weeks now. And that malicious obsession may have been the reason why D.B. was swept up in all this ruthless rapture. Alexia clenching onto her so fiercely as to make them nigh inseparable without a crowbar present, mashing their squished breasts together and flattened undulation to their abdomens. Being taken off her game was not a sensation D.B. expected to feel this early on, nor a sensation she'd thought to be this enthralling.

Unaccustomed to, well...outright feral and sloppy make-out sessions right in the middle of a tussle, pitting their tongues into as much of a slithering fight as the rest of them...losing their balance was an inevitability, especially taking into account Alexia's crazed thrashing. The Bunny Reaper slamming down to the floor with a guttural groan and with Alex laying atop her, pinning her there via the hungry, tasteful liplock. But accompanied by booming slugs right to her ribcage, prompting her to snarl and spasm new, exciting life into the slurred makeout. Exhaling warm air through her nostrils and ravenously twisting their writhing frames to the side put the bunny girl back on top, before returning the favor to Alexia with walloping hooks into her sides as well.