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

Even as D.B. wallowed in the depths of what amounted to swirling head pains and a distorted fuzziness to her senses, she could overhear Alexia's incessant cackling off in the distance. On the one hand, hearing Alexia's deranged laughter helped D.B. fight through her skull rattling reintroduction to the canvas by rousing from her stunned state. On the other hand, nothing good ever came after hearing any of Alexia's giggle fits. D.B. struggled to get back on the defensive, but she was incapable of doing anything more shuffling a leg up by the knee and meagerly tilting her head up before it dropped back down as if gravity was somehow ten times stronger and actively fighting against her.

D.B. groaned bitterly when she felt the maddened harlequin straddle her midsection, but whatever foggy sensations still lingered would dissipate in excruciating fashion. They were replaced with the ungodly pain of having jagged spikes tear into her forehead and rip that flesh asunder, a blood-curdling scream echoing throughout as D.B. stomped her feet and clamped her hands onto Alexia's bicep and one of her pig-tails. A surging adrenaline rush finally giving D.B. the needed energy to shove Alexia off of her to the side, but the damage had been done. After spinning over to her front side, D.B. would clutch her face with both hands, The bunny girl gnashing her teeth until she gradually lowered her hands, several gobbing drips of blood dribbling to the canvas below from her crimson soaked forehead...

Alexia sneered with sick pleasure as she pressed the barbed wire back into D.B.'s head, trying to drag the barbs back and forward across D.B.'s forehead to make the cuts as deep and wide as she could so that she and her would have matching crimson masks. It was a savage sight to behold that was only momentary as D.B. in her adrenaline state managed to shove Alexia off of her as the bloodied Harlequin landed on the mat butt first. But she wasn't ready to end her assault, seeing the blood dripping off of her funnest opponent yet.

Alexia's own adrenaline began to pump, her own blood running down her face began to do so more as she quickly scrambled towards D.B. on her fours as she attempted to reach her side. If she did, Alexia would grab D.B. by the hair to pull her head up off the mat and with the most insane gleam in her eye she would cup the side of the bloodied face of D.B. The sight of the bloodied, beautiful face of D.B matched with the blood running down on her face, Alexia was shivering with such elation. It had been a long while she Alexia had been in such a brutal fight before where both her and her opponent were bleeding like this, so much so she licked her lips in anticipation of what she was going to do next, getting a strong taste of her own blood.

And then, she would throw her head down to sink her teeth into the torn up forehead.

Even after having somehow managed to unseat the psychotic harlequin, D.B.'s senses were still dulled and warbled as if she were half a mile underwater. This foggy disorientation wasn't going to be dissipating anytime soon, especially after suffering two consecutive finishers that entailed having her unprotected head ruthlessly and repeatedly slammed into the canvas. Whatever scattered thoughts she could parse together didn't revolve around anything more than the simple relief she felt from not having jagged spikes tearing her forehead to shreds, though it was a relief short-lived when she felt her head being tugged off of the canvas.

She grimaced but was unwillingly complacent as she was hauled up to her knees with her arms dangling limply to her sides, her mouth hanging open from her exasperated panting as blood slowly dripped down her face. It was a gory and gruesome display that showed what little control D.B. currently had in the match at this point, and just how badly the maniacal jester was taking it to the bloodied bunny girl. A faint opening of her eyes briefly got her a squinting vision of the shocked audience members before they were given another reason to gasp when Alexia dug her molars into the reddened mask that was her forehead. D.B. belted out a a spine-chilling wail while reflexively raising one hand to paw at Alexia's head, her whole body tensing up in the savage spectacle unfolding before an increasingly disturbed crowd...

Teeth digging down into the bloodied head of D.B. as the two bloodied women continued to tear at each other, now in the most literal of sense, the crowd continued to watch as their cheers of violence soon turned somber. The level of violence was now reaching an uncomfortable amount as Alexia would move, releasing the forehead of D.B., lifting her leg as she attempted to straddle the seated D.B. as she would sit herself right in D.B.'s lap. Her bloody smile continue to convey the twisted glee in this visceral battle, enjoying the sight of the bloody D.B. in front of her.

Grabbing both sides of D.B.'s head and pulling it into her chest, Alexia would let another laugh as she threw her head back while thrusting her breasts forward as she would begin to drag D.B.'s face across her chest. Smearing D.B.'s blood across her breasts as they were already coated with her own, Alexia spread the blood evenly to give her chest a dark shade of red across of it. Everyone could see it in Alexia's face, even in the brutal display of violence that the sick and twisted look of absolute joy was on her face, even as D.B. was wailing out in such pain. After her sick indulging, Alexia would wrap her arms around D.B.'s head, holding it close to her chest as she begin to rise and pulled D.B. with her to try and bring the both of them back to a standing position, Alexia would bring her head back as she attempted for a headbutt, bloody forehead against bloody forehead for another sickening smack of battered flesh!

The habitual instincts that came from years of back-alley brawling helped keep D.B. from making the mauling of her forehead any worse than it already was, if that was even possible. If you struggle too much when you have jagged spikes tearing into your skin and you flail around too much, you only risk making it worse and opening up your gashes even wider. So believe it or not, the smartest thing she could was just sit there and take it...and let Alexia have her way with her.

It was all she could think to do through the excruciating pain until Alexia relented after literally having had her taste, but the immediate relief felt from that simple act did not have much time to be appreciated. Not before having her bewildered, dripping red face wedged firmly between Alexia's sweaty breasts for another one of the harlequins perverse pleasures. D.B.'s mortified moans being muffled out from having her bloodied head lather up Alexia's jiggling tits with a bloody smear. It was hard to determine what felt more utterly embarrassing. Being toyed with like this to the deranged jester's glee, or that she wasn't altogether hating the experience. The answer would evidently have to wait since the bloodied bunny girl was brought back up to her feet soon afterwards while still being smothered between Alexia's tits. At least before being treated to another skull-rattling headbutt.

D.B. groaned harshly and staggered back on wobbly legs, her crimson painted head hanging low alongside her drooping bunny ears as well. She remained hunched over herself with her face hidden from the audience as blood dripped to the canvas, her arms dangling lifelessly...until they would spring to life by clamping onto Alexia's pigtails!! D.B.'s feral gaze staring straight into Alexia's eyes before she responded with her own wound back headbutt!!

Feeling the blood being slathered across her breasts, feeling the face of D.B. being raked across her breasts, the moans escaping her opponent as it happened, Alexia felt like she was in heaven. Or hell depending on the perspective but either way she reveled in this kind of violence. It had been a while since Alexia was in this sort of fun, this barbaric and vicious swirl of mutual destruction and savagery, the joy on her face sold it on how she actually found this to be fun as she clutched tightly on D.B.'s head as she hauled her up to her feet as she pulled her head back and delivered a sickening headbutt.

The two bloodied heads smashed into each other, Alexia's cut opening a bit more as more blood started to ooze out of her head as even though she had initiated the attack, the rattling blow of skull on skull violence even to her was too much for the Harlequin as she staggered. The vibrations in her head shook all the way down her body as for a brief moment her body felt like her body was like jello. Her hands loosen from D.B.'s head as a result as her posture sunk from the headbutt as it began to show life again and began to stiffen up.

But D.B.'s body sprung back to life even faster.

Alexia didn't have any time to register what was going on as D.B.'s hands seize her pigtails and saw the deranged look on D.B.'s face before it came crashing into her head! Alexia's head snapped back, blood flinging off of her head as more blood started to drip off of her face as she staggered back, hands gripping on anything on D.B.'s person, even in a delirious shell shocked state her body knew that it wasn't willing to part with D.B. as she found something to grip on, D.B.'s tube top.

Yanking on the top, Alexia would lurch her body forward as her face fell into D.B.'s chest, balancing against the bloodied bunny from hell as she tried her best to stay on her wobbly legs!

Every living soul in the audience captivated was by the car crash spectacle of carnage unfolding before them, and were beginning to wonder how either of them were still standing at this point. Or to D.B.'s example, how she was capable of fighting back with a retaliatory headbutt of her own after having just been served one herself. Massive head trauma and profuse blood loss were all well-justified reasons for anyone to have been rendered unconscious at this point, but this was hardly D.B's first rodeo when it came to cracking skulls and viscerally brawling with someone until they paid tribute to the ring with their very blood.

The skull-rattling headbutt blurring her own vision and contributing moreso to her muffled senses as if she were now submerged underwater. What had started as a wrestling match was now morelike an intensified, almost juvenile test of endurance to see who could hit eachother harder and still be the one left standing. But even with D.B's honed expertise in this type of chaotic bloodshed, this was still pushing it. The wobbly, uncertain stance and heaving breathes portrayed her sheer exhaustion at this point, though now she was forced to support another as Alexia slumped forward and propped herself up against the bloodied bunny girl.

Instead of pressing her clear advantage now that Alexia was evidently on her last legs...D.B. took an entirely different action, in fact most would say a bizarre one. While glancing down at the battered harlequin, she would cradle the back of Alexia's head with one hand as she felt the sweltering pants caress the sweat-sheened, heaving softness of her breasts. Alexia's own blood now painting D.B.'s cleavage in an apropos coincidence as D.B. embraced the jester. In this one serene moment, D.B. felt no malice whatsoever. Instead she felt transported to a different time. When she pure was malice, death and destruction. She tilted her head upward towards the blinding lights with a grisly smile across her blood-dripping face as she remembered...

"Valhalla...*pant*...I haven't had...*pant*...this much....fun...in sooo long..."

Alexia gasped out as she tried to stay on her feet, her jelly like feet threatening to collapse underneath her as she kept her arms locked around D.B.'s waist, her face buried in the breasts of the Dreaded One as she gasped out. Not only did she had the smell of blood in her nose with how much of it was dripping down her face, but somehow she could catch the scent of D.B. and it was glorious. Alexia could taste the bloodlust from her opponent, causing the Harlequin to lick her lips in anticipation as she felt the hand of D.B. caressing the back of her head.

Pulling her face out from the breasts, the bloodied face of Alexia looked up questioningly as she saw the bloody visage above her as the tingling sensation within her overpowered the woozy, dazed feeling in her body if only for a moment. Alexia knew right there she had hit the jackpot with D.B., as if every door of opportunity for the greatest of pleasures and excitement had just opened up for her.

Her twisted smile returned to her face as she brought her hands up, moving her arms from around the waist to grabbing onto the tube top, pulling herself higher before reaching for D.B.'s head. If she could grab the back of that short pinkish purple hair, she would pull on her opponent and tried to lock lips with her. It was a spontaneous impulse on Alexia's part, to show how much she appreciated this savagery and mutual enjoyment of their destruction. She would make sure that the kiss was a passionate and messy one before pulling her lips back, looking into D.B.'s eyes with a dangerous gleam to them.

"Me....too....let's keep on going....More....more!"

Somewhere, lost in the unhinged hysteria and blood-thirsty passion of the moment, D.B.'s mind was recalling a period of her life marred in pitch black darkness. That is, aside from the crimson red that dripped from her gloved hands and re-painted the basement floors and derelict dungeons of her past. It was where she was baptized in blood, violence, earned the moniker of "Death" herself, and laid the groundwork of the Bunny Terror of Darkness who would haunt any wrestling organization who would hire her...including Valhalla Gardens. Just the mention of that name inundated her with nostalgic flashbacks to a time before she came to AFW, and in her opinion, started to have this bloodlust of hers...restrained.

D.B. was soon afterward yanked from her delirium by Alexia's exploring hands, and was greeted with Alexia's soft, warm lips meeting her own. D.B's eyes were closed from a kiss that was as primal as it was impassioned, her free hand maneuvering down to Alexia's rump for a clenching and elevating grasp to help prop her up and make up for their height difference. The perverse, twisted image of two bloodied and broken brawlers tenderly embracing was an uneasy sight to behold and was genuinly shocking to the crowd. No one in attendance understanding what was going aside from the two in the ring, who after breaking their sloppy kiss, kept their bloodied foreheads mashed together. D.B.'s crimson blush was well-hidden behind her bloody visage, though her own tingling sensation was not so easily masked.

"All in moderation...besides...your time is up. But still...thank you for this..." D.B. ominously uttered while breathing against Alexia's lips, holding her tightly and feeling her sweaty, bloody warmth before abruptly ending their moment by swiftly stepping back and turning Alexia upside down. In one seamless motion the demented jester would be left dangling with whatever blood she had left rushing to her head as D.B. muscled down on the waistlock while indulging in a nuzzling faceful of Alexia's crotch. After a brief balance act on her top toes, the whole world would come crashing down squarely on the jester's pig-tailed head in D.B.'s Gravestone Piledriver finisher.

Alexia's lips pressed and sucked on the soft lips of Death herself. The swirl of emotions that were enveloping the ring was like anything unlike normal people have seen for two women to have bloodied and battered each other so savagely to now embracing each other in what looked like an intimate embrace as Alexia's hands wandered the back of the purple haired beauty, letting out an occasional primal moan as she felt those hands grabbing at her barely covered butt that D.B. gripped on, pulling her higher as Alexia's blood covered breasts slid up the body.

Alexia enjoyed this so much, the mixture of pleasure and savagery that she thought that very few people on the world could understand and was grateful to come across a woman who could give her both. Their lips parted as Alexia let out a heated breath, feeling D.B.'s own washing over her face as her blush on the face of sheer ecstasy was masked by the blood from her forehead. She loved this, she wanted it to go on forever. She wanted her and D.B. to get lost in a vortex of violence with her and D.B. at the center battling it out until time's end!

However, D.B. pulled away, mentioning something about time being up as Alexia's arms tried to reach out after to pull her back into another embrace. But just quickly, Alexia found herself upside down and body to body with D.B. with her arms wrapped around the Dreaded One's waist. On instinct, Alexia's face would rub against the clothed crotch of D.B., feeling her face being so close to her crotch as it wiggled in front begging for the same to be done to her. But it was not meant to be.

Alexia was driven head first into the mat as the world went black for her, her body being driven down onto her head and consequently springing up from the impact as all of her limbs went limp!