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

The disturbing connection between them was one of sensuality and carnage blissfully merged together until it became twisted, beautiful, and something incomprehensible to those who didn't see the poetry in it...but, their was still one stark difference between both of these agents of chaos that separated them despite being kindred spirits. Which was while Alexia had allowed her inner demons to run rampant and fully take control of every facet of her being, D.B. had long since learned how to shackle those beasts and curb her destructive desires for the sake of retaining her sanity. It was why she was able to think rationally despite her inner voices ravenously insisting she indulge herself in this hedonistic destruction. Alexia was a child at a buffet who would only engorge herself on the feast before her. But D.B. was the adult who practiced self-control and knew when enough was enough.

And Alexia had had enough. She herself may not have known it, but the delirious jester was on her last legs from having begun to lose blood much earlier in the match than Death. The crimson soaked bunny-girl herself absolutely had at least one more round left in her, but she wasn't about to risk betting the match on that one. The willpower it took to separate herself from Alexia and end their bloody embrace was great, especially from feeling the jester's pleading arms reaching out to her as if she were heart-broken from their separation. But...D.B. was still the adult, who did what needed to be done. Which was flip her overhead, hold her tightly while getting snuggling a faceful of each other's crotch before driving Alexia's head into the canvas like a proverbial nail into a coffin.

D.B. remained on her knees as the reverberating jostles of the piledriver wobbled the ropes, her arms slackened limply to her side while breathing hoarsely as she fixated her half-lidded and dead eyed gaze on the splayed out jester before her. She raised a hand to her bloodied forehead and wafted it through her hair so even its purple sheen was now sporting a reddish hue. Soon afterward she would roll out of the ring and drag Alexia's lifeless body to ringside by yanking on her arm. A somber stride than being taken away from the ring as D.B. tenderly, and almost affectionately, carried the deranged harlequin as if she were a bloody bride in her arms. The stoic bunny girl trudged her way up the huge mound of grass and soil until they came to the open grave, where D.B. entered and gently laid down Alexia before exiting herself. Every muscle ached and she was beginning to feel lightheaded from all of this, but unless otherwise stopped, D.B. would start shoveling dirt onto the bloodied jester...slowly covering her in the cold, crumbling soil...

Body springing up from being driven head first into the mat, Alexia's arms wrapped around the waist of DB would slide off like limp noodles as her body flopped into the mat. Her eyes were shut, her body lifeless, and smile replaced with a gaping maw. Her blood soaked face remained between the legs of D.B.'s, smearing it's red tint across the thighs as she laid on the mat with her limbs spread out as D.B. loomed over head. There was a bit of movement from Alexia, her arms attempting to lift up, her feet trying to move and get a footing but all were in vain as they couldn't gain any form of recognizable strength.

The only other noticeable movement that Alexia was doing was her heaving breathing, her body gasping and sucking in air as D.B. started moving about, the bloodied Harlequin had no idea what her opponent was planning, her mind still a dark place with no light in sight as her body was dragged out of the ring by her arm. Lifted in D.B.'s arms, it looked like there was some magical feeling as she was being bridal carried. A lot of girls would say that this was the most desired position to be in, not counting D.B.'s and hers violent and bloody collision as she was carried off into the dirt mound that was the grave.

Placed inside the mound, Alexia moaned out as she felt the soft dirt, clinging to her sweaty and bloody body as she began to stir, although nowhere near any form of semblance of bodily control in order to get out as dirt was beginning to shower over her, slowly covering her body....

To the surprise of what should be absolutely no one, this would obviously not be D.B.'s first time digging someone's grave. Shoveling dirt atop a poor souls bodily remains being more of a solemn affair when she was performing such graveyard duties in the vast expanses of a cemetery...instead of the raucous ramblings of a jam-packed stadium from those who had just witnessed a hellacious war of attrition between the two bloodied brawlers. Only their tears being left after having given their blood and sweat towards reigning destruction upon the other. D.B breathing heartily with every muscled exertion coming from piling up more dirt onto her shovel, her normally pristine white tank-top not matching reddish hue caked across her face.

She narrowed her eyes down at the fallen harlequin who had pushed her beyond what she thought were her limits, and by thrashing her to a bloody mess had reminded D.B. how much farther away they actually were. Of all the myriad of emotions D.B. planned to feel after this match was over..."grateful"...would be right at the bottom of the list. With Alexia lying in an unconscious heap with all of that madness having been cleansed from her face, this marks probably the only time one could ever describe Alexia as peaceful, and seeing her in such a rare state of tranquility was something else D.B. felt grateful to see.

But eventually...Alexia was beginning to disappear. Vanishing from sight beneath with every mound of mounting soil crumpling over her lifeless body until...

*Ding**Ding**Ding**

"Your winner...DEATH...BUUUNNNNYYYY!!!!"

D.B. struck the shovel into the ground as her theme started playing and the audience began applauding, every one of them breathing a sigh of relief from not having to worry about how much farther matters would have violently escalated. The bunny girl herself stoically remained in place while gazing down at her opponent’s grave, finally feeling herself coming down form her adrenaline high with the more breathes she took. Rationality and focus beginning to cement itself once more in her thought processes as she began to somberly trudge down the hill and walk back up the ramp beside it, knowing there was someone at home she may need to answer to about all of this...