Hardcore: Violette vs Persephone (D)

Violette brought her leg down on top of Persephone's chest, attempting to take the wind out of her.  The attack seemed to be effective but Persephone would retreat.  Violette would exhale with an annoyed tone as she saw her opponent roll and go under the apron.  The blue hair wrestler would get back onto her own two feet and make her way to the apron before attempting to lift the apron up and try to look under, trying to spot her opponent.

A pall of darkness would greet Violette once she flipped up the ring apron, somehow remaining incomprehensible to see through despite the luminescent lighting of the stadium surrounding her. The innards of the blackened void only beginning to become perceptible when a hand would shoot forward  in a jump-scare equivalent to ones in horror movies. The hand clamping onto Violette's hair and begin to drag her beneath the ring as well with fearsome strength, and once her whole body was dragged within, a pair of hands take Vio's head and ram her face first into the floor to put her in a dazed stun...

Violette would pull the apron up and start to look under the ring, attempting to find her opponent. Though she would suddenly find herself grabbed and dragged under the ring. Her legs would start kicking as she was dragged under the ring. Once fully in the ring, her head would be bashed into the hard ground which wasn't even padded. The resulting attack left her dazed for a bit.

Amidst the blanketing shadows underneath the ring, Violette could begin faintly feeling Persephone's sultry warmth shifting atop her. A tucked in hammerlock pinning one of Violette's arms behind her with Perse's other hand tenderly kneading one of her adversary's supple orbs. All before soothing words would be whispered straight into Violette's ear with some grinding undulations of her hips against the hardcore brawler's backside. "No-one down hear to impress. No judgmental eyes to perform for. Is this not a more palatable fate? Being dragged down into the abyssal netherealm...forever in my arms?~..."

Violette had been left dazed from Persephone's last attack. As such, she was unable to provide any resistance when the purple hair opponent got onto of her and placed her in a hammerlock position. Such a thing was to be expected, of course, she was going to take advantage of the situation. Though suddenly things would not go as expected, as she felt Persephone grab her orb and started to grind her. Violette's eyes would go wide as she heard her opponent's words. She had to admit, it was a bit tempted but she was here to win.

"Sorry, but your going to have to win if you want that and I don't plan on losing." stated Violette in response. She would now attempt to escape though currently the hold and little mobility she had made it hard. For now, she would try her best to struggle, trying to wiggle her way out of the hold.

Indulging herself further in the rapturous warmth of the cerulean haired brawler, Persephone torqued her wrenched in application of the arm twisting hammerlock in response to all of Violette's rebellious squirming. The emblazoned fire felt within this one's spirit only made the Underworld Jailer want to merge those soulful embers with her eternal nightshade even moreso. Perse humming sweetly and nibbling on the Brawler's earlobe with words being whispered within. "Plans are for the weak-willed...what I offer is chaos, decadence, sultry temptations once you've been dragged into my pit of despair...and all that this implies..." Perse masterfully kneaded Vio's tender breast once more before abandoning that grip and taking a much more fierce one on Vio's hair to slam her face into the floor. Soon afterward she'd attempt to drag Violette back outside the ring by tugging on her legs.

Violette would bite down on her lips as she felt Persephone tighten the hold of the hammerlock. The blue hair wrestler would kick her legs, trying to once again escape from the hold. Though things would soon change, as she felt her breast no longer being gripped and instead had her head slammed down to the ground once again, causing her to be stunned. As such she would offer no resistance when she was dragged back outside by Persephone. The crowd would be shocked at seeing such a sight, as Violette had been in control of the match just a few moments ago and now she was helpless and at the mercy of her supernatural opponent.

Dread-inducing though it was, the masses remained fixated on the unsettling sight of Persephone having emerged from beneath the ring's shadowed darkness having reclaimed her commanding lead in the match. The Underworld Jailer grimly marching towards the nearby announcer's tables with a hunched posture and Violette being dragged behind her by a clenching grip onto one of the brawler's ankles. Once beside one such table, Perse would turn about and gradually uplift her potential future prisoner by tugging on her arm and affixing both hands around Vio's neck. One captivating sight would be followed by another as Persephone hoisted the brawler a foot into the air by that choking grip, allowing her to dangle morbidly before attempting to slam Vio straight down upon, and potentially straight through, the presented table...

Violette would groan as she was dragged by the ankle. Though as she was dragged, it did give her a bit of time to regain her senses. She would feel her arms being grabbed as she was now near a table. It seemed that Persephone wanted to end this match quickly and decisively. She would feel both of her opponent's hands now on her neck, strangling her and trying to lift her up. Though before she got in the air, the blue hair wrestler would attempt to throw a punch aimed right at Persephone chest before trying to fire a few more in hopes of escaping the hold before being slammed into the table.

Such unfettered resistance. Like a feral beast lashing out at the merest semblance of captivity or domestication. Persephone only wished to enlighten Violette about the tranquil peace that comes with subjugation, but one flailing strike stunted her movement after having clamped her hands upon her future prisoner's throat. Persephone wheezed and jolted from every punch, eventually releasing her grip on Vio's neck to stagger backward with a hand on her assaulted chest, but should Vio approach the Underworld Jailer in this frazzled state, a jaw-popping uppercut would be attempted right back at the resistant brawler.