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

Losing her grip on Alexia had a repercussion even she didn't think the harlequin was brave enough to attempt. Being a certifiable loon certainly gave Alexia an aura of unpredictability, one that kept delivering her from the Grim Hopper's rabid vengeance twice now. Not that this was the first time D.B. had taken a muscled blow straight to her crotch, but at this point in her notorious career she just figured there wasn't anyone crazy enough to even contemplate doing it. Especially knowing full well what D.B. would do to the person who dared to pull if off, let alone do it twice as the bunny girl jerked up to her tip toes with another agonized groan from the second strike to her sex.

The humbling pain immediately put D.B. in a paralyzed state while hunched over herself, the bunny girl scrunching her face with her unbreakable will starting to show cracks in it's foundation. Being propped up on Alexia's arm while cupping her sore crotch was a humiliating enough, and it would soon be compounded by the harlequin wrapping her arms her around D.B. and essentially slamming her across the now thoroughly cleaned out announcer's table. There was a jostling vibration to the table, but it nevertheless remained upright even after having the bunny girl dumped upon it. D.B. narrowed her eyes and turned to her side in a groaning slump, still soothing her battered nethers and still at Alexia's mercy.

Dumping D.B. face first into the announce table, which did not break on impact, Alexia slumped back into the edge of it as she panted out for air. Her body was sweating and welling up from all of the hellacious beatings she was taking from D.B., but now that she had broken D.B.'s assault, her lips curled back into a smile. She was ready to start her counter attack as she turned towards the Dreaded One laid out on the table. Wrapping her arm around the leg again to try and place D.B. on the table full body, she would then attempt to rain down blows to the back to ensure D.B. would stay still as she tried to roll her onto her back.

Her crazed eyes and twisted smile turned towards the bell keeper, who rightful was scared out of the chair just by the deranged look of Alexia, the twin toned haired Psychopath stumbled over and procured the now vacated steel chair. Folding it up, she stomped back towards D.B. but instead of wailing away at her like everyone thought she was, Alexia instead placed the chair on top of her. Everyone was curious to what Alexia was planning, even then they thought even she didn't know what was coming next as the crowd saw her looking around ringside. Stringing together thoughts, Alexia was deciding what was going to be the most fun she could squeeze out of this situation as her eyes scanned her surroundings.

They would soon stop on the barricade behind the table, the tint in her eyes lighting up with insane glee. Making her way around the table, she would then climb up on to the barricade, the crowd in awe at the notion and started to cheer, waiting for the destructive outcome as she faced D.B.'s sprawled out body with the chair laying on top of her. There wasn't a hint of hesitation in Alexia as she would leap forward, jumping off of the barricade as she spread herself out as far as she could, looking to splash down onto Death Bunny!

The sickening irony that Alexia was making use of the announcer's table that D.B. had intended to be used on the maniacal harlequin certainly wasn't lost on her. But it was really just the icing on the misery-laden cake after Alexia had taken the opportunity to slam the bunny girl across the table with minimal resistance at best. D.B. was still too weak and disoriented to put much of a fight, which was understandable after having her crotch struck twice in a row. Even after having been flipped over in the flapjack, D.B. was still fixated on soothing her abused mound while noticing her psychopathic opponent still stalking around her.

The pelting forearm strikes weren't overtly painful but did the job they intended, and kept D.B. rattled, on the defensive, and begrudgingly complacent as she was flipped over onto her back. Her large breasts expanding and contrasting against her sweat-soaked white cotton top as she struggled to regulate her stilted breathing through the hazy daze jumbling up her thoughts. One pleasant thought that kept popping up was what she intended to so to Alexia when she gets her deathly mitts on her again. Oh, the screams she'll make...

She was so lost in her thoughts that D.B. wouldn't even notice the steel chair being laid to rest atop her. Nor the swirling cheers emanating from around her by the blood thirsty crowd eager to see carnage unfold, regardless of who was the unlikely recipient. The Grim Hopper pieced together what was happening around her, but her last second shuffling amounted to zilch. Alexia high-flying antics succeeding in demolishing the table and leveling the obliterated bunny girl amidst the wreckage of mangled table remnants, fluttering office papers, and a now dented chair. The morbid bunny girl now lying motionless beneath Alexia with her limbs splayed, eyes shut to the world, and the fans around them cheering the utter chaos unfolding before them.

Throwing herself haphazardly into the wind, Alexia came crashing down on the prone D.B. with the chair laid across her and sandwiched it between both women. The table exploded beneath them as Alexia recoiled from the impact, flopping off of D.B. legs first into the air, twisting around as she landed on her back with arms wrapping around her chest as she thrashed her legs about. The splash took some out of Alexia, crashing down on the chair was not kind to her breasts but even through that pain there was a sick smile on her face.

On her back, she looked at the destruction she left with D.B. laying in the center of it and smiled in twisted fashion. She would begin to worm her way over to D.B., laughing as she did as she heard the ravenous fans in appreciation at the chaos she sowed. At D.B.'s body, Alexia would pull herself on top of her, mounting her in an suggestive manner when she slung her leg over her, pressing down with her breasts on the large tits of the Dreaded One, it definitely got a rise out of some fans watching as she wrapped her arms around D.B.'s head.

And as if Death Bunny was a fluffy bunny to her, she began nuzzling the prone body, really showing her bizarre affection she had with The Icon of Despair. "Huhuhu......ahahhaha!" she laughed out, grinding her sweaty cheek into D.B. Alexia was in no condition to drag the woman in any sort of fashion. So instead, she would just indulge herself with her fluffy bunny as again her tongue would drape out of her tongue and race across D.B.'s face!

There were fewer times in her wrestling career When underestimating her opponent ended up costing her this badly. Wallowing in the collapsed remnants of the announcer's table with the aforementioned steel chair having slid off by now, D.B. remained inert and spreadeagled while the bloodthirsty audience members ravenously hollered over the death-defying drop that left the bunny girl rasping haggard breaths with a throbbing pain on her chest from where Alexia had made her meteoric impact. The Maniacal Harlequin was taking it to D.B. in a way not many in the wrestling fandom could have predicted, and that made the destructive spectacle all the more gripping to watch unfold.

D.B. did manage to bob her up before having it flop it back down with an intermittent shuffling of her legs that started kicking the debris off of her. Stubborn willpower was driving her onward, but even she had her limits. And taking a a kamikaze plunge from eight feet in the air was just about bordering them. With more time she might have made some decent progress in hauling herself back up...if Alexia didn't pounce upon her once more to make this situation as intimate as it was chaotic.

The mushrooming of their ample breasts, the sweaty nuzzling, and the sensual tongue lapping across her flustered, cringing face made D.B. squirm and shuffle in absolute disgust. The twisted show of affection freezing her in place with scant resistance being mustered thanks to her still recovering from having her chest practically caved in. A wrathful and vengeance-laden glare was directed back at the cuddling clown with saliva still coating D.B.'s face, their probably not being one iota of this crazed jester that D.B. didn't despise right now.

If there was one thing that the fans enjoyed watching Alexia was that she had a way of mixing violence and sexual together as she laid on top of D.B., licking at her opponent to the roars of the already ravenous crowd. Breasts mashed against each other as Alexia's legs spread across and pinning themselves down next to D.B.'s hips as she pushed herself up to a mounted position. One arm wrapped around her stomach, still feeling the effects of her suicidal splash through the table and chair as she curled her right hand into a fist and with a big smile on her face, eyes widened with a psychopathic look shining out of her eyes as she began throwing rapid fire flurry of that fist into D.B.'s face.

The stark contrast between the two, D.B.'s dead inducing aura and Alexia's insane glee in fighting D.B. was on display, the Harlequin showing no signs of fear with tangling with D.B. and in fact was trying her best to continue to prop and entice more of her destructive powers out of the Bunny.

She wanted it all, she wanted this Buried Alive match to go the distance, to exhaust the two of them of everything as they tried to bury each other after beating one another senseless!

If it was Alexia's intention to bring out more of D.B.'s fire and fury, it was safe to say that the maniacal harlequin was well on her way to accomplishing her demented goal. A bitter snarl was still on her blushing face from having practically been tasted by this deranged clown, the surrounding fans cheering wildly from the lustful sensuality mixed in with the hardcore violence having just transpired. D.B. wasn't surprised at all by the sudden swell of crowd support echoing around them, it actually made a lot of sense why Alexia became a bit of fan favorite during her time here. What drives people's most basic, carnal desires more than raunchy sex and brutal violence? And here she was, combining them both at D.B.'s expense.

D.B. shuffled and squirmed from feeling Alexia start to straddle her abdomen, but not before showing signs of wear and tear herself by shielding her bruised stomach. The maniacal look in her eyes met D.B.'s own soulless gaze with the bunny girl obviously piecing together what Alexia was about to do with that cocked back fist of hers. Luckily for the bunny girl, it looked like Alexia was so fixated on the moment that she wouldn't notice her surroundings. In particular, the fact that D.B. had grabbed onto the steel chair to her side, and would yank it up to shield her face to have Alexia end up punching cold steel instead.

The roaring crowd that cheered in approval of Alexia and her methods spurred Alexia on, she normally wasn't a girl to get swept up in the moment of a raging crowd, but hearing their booming voices reverberate on and around her, she couldn't possible let herself not be affected by it as she coiled her fist to ready itself to fly right into Bunny's pretty face! Her smile was twisted as ever, her eyes was wide as if she was a predator ready to start digging into her prey!

However, instead of smashing into the face of D.B. she found the cold steel of the chair. Alexia's eyes widened, however this time in shock and pain as her fist crumpled into the chair. Her hand immediately recoiled as her left hand grasped her hand as her mouth was hanging wide open as if she was frozen by pain save for the twitches of pain throughout her body as she got off of D.B. more calmly then one would think, standing on her knees as she continued to hold her hand before throwing her head back.

"AAAAAAAAH!!"

Making use of your surroundings wasn't a lesson normally touched upon in your basic wrestling curriculum, but needless to say it, it certainly had it's uses when you were laid out on your back and staring up at an unhinged nutcase looking to plow her fist into your face. Brawling always having had its own set of rules to live by. And it didn't hurt to have a knack for scrappy impulsiveness to help you come up with creative ways to get yourself out of a jam. The horrifying impact of fist on steel being D.B.'s way of doling out that lesson to Alexia.

Shuffling back up to a seated position was an arduous process considering how much of a battered mess the bunny girl currently was, but she gnashed her teeth and bared with it as she lethargically started climbing back up to her knees and eventually back into a wobbly stance on her feet. The dented chair in her hand being used to help prop her up as she hunched over herself while Alexia belted out a bloodcurdling scream beside her.

What D.B. did next perhaps earning some confusion from the crowd as she ascended beside Alexia...but than started making a few trudging steps away from the screeching harlequin. D.B. grumbling pained groans with her head tilted down as she lumbered towards the ring with an eerie gait to her steps and the steel chair in her hand creepily scratching the floor. D.B. disrespectfully showing her back to Alexia and coldly ignoring her outright...

Alexia continued to howl as she clutched her hand before she started swatting it up and down to try and force the pain out of her hand as she was having trouble clenching it as all of her nerves were firing on all cylinders. But through that shock of pain, a smile curled on her lips. She didn't expect that, she didn't think of D.B. using a chair like a shield to stop her attack. The ingenuity of the idea, in Alexia's mind, made her think of what else her lovely Bunny was going to do to her if she hurt her like this on defense, she wondered the lengths she would go with outright offense!

Her joyful face turned around to see what D.B. was plotting next, but in a swift second that smile was washed away from her face as she saw D.B. staggering away from her. There was a lot of creepy vibes coming from D.B. with how she walked but Alexia cared little for that and was more concerned with the fact that D.B. was walking away from, denying Alexia pain and fun!

"Wh....where do you think you're going!?" she screamed out as she tried to stagger back up to her feet, still clenching at her hand as she stumbled towards D.B. There was no way she was just going to let the biggest fight of her life just walk away from her!