Hardcore: Violette vs Persephone (D)

Violette was down on the ground, with a nasty headache due to the kick she had taken. She would attempt to regain her sense as she felt someone straddle her. She would open her eyes to see Persephone caressing her. Violette at first felt insulted but this would soon be ended as she felt her head being slammed over and over again into the ground while her opponent also hit her chest over and over again with a hopping motion. Eventually, the referee would interfere giving Violette a chance to gather herself. If she could, she would try to roll away and attempt to grab the ropes, her head really killing her at the moment.

Persephone seemingly switched between sensual fascination to feral maliciousness in the blink of an eye. The relentless head dunks having no end until the pin striped one insisted on there being one, Perse doing as ordered by the figure of authority but continued following Violette along regardless. Crawling beside on all fours her like some manner of beast following it's prey along. Perse cutting Violette off at the pass by rolling under the bottom rope and facing her adversary from outside. Violette's extended arm blindly reaching for the bottom rope being snagged by the wrist from the jailer, who would yank her forward so the first thing the blue-haired rebel would see is her tormentor's masked face again. "NoNoNo...one does not escape without offering penance..." Perse uttered while mashing their foreheads, feeling the breath from her foe's lips before asserting Violette into a front headlock and than backpedaling a few steps. Performing a draping DDT onto the thinly matted floor outside the ring.

Violette finally managed to get away from her opponent, rolling towards the ropes. Though as she got to the ropes she would encounter her opponent who was waiting for her at the ropes. Her hand would be caught at the wrist by Persephone. This would cause her eyes to widen as she then heard Persphone had to say. Violette was now in trouble and she knew it as the French wrestler then felt the purple hair opponent forehead be placed on hers. The blue hair wrestler would then be placed in a headlock. She would try to push Persephone, attempting to escape the hold but to no success as her head would then land first into the barely padded mat outside the ring as she was hit with a DDT. With that she would flop onto the ground, her head having taken a beating recently.

The palpable fear and unease in her adversary's eyes was a delectable morsel of what Persephone hoped to indulge herself in as this violently debauched night progresses. The Underworld Jailer seemingly everywhere to the one named Violette as Persephone sneaked about and snatched her prey into an unsettling to watch DDT, one with only thin padding to cushion one's fall that assuredly felt just as agonizing as it looked. "Mmm~...Down into the depths of my forbidden prison, you will be dragged...chained to a wall within your cell...where I will have you succumb to me every night~..." Perse lovingly uttered while digging her hands into Violette's aquamarine hair to slowly bring her latest prisoner back to her feet, all before applying yet another front headlock but with Perse's free hand clamping onto the side of her foe's shorts in the prelude to an attempted vertical suplex.

Violette at the moment had a massive migraine at the moment due to all the brutal hits she had taken to the head.  It seemed that Persephone was a brutal wrestler and knew what she was doing.  The French wrestler would then hear her opponent make a comment, about a jail.  She would then feel her hair being pulled, forcing her to get onto her feet before being once again placed in a headlock.  "Oh no you don't!" stated Violette as she was not going to suffer another DDT or a brutal attack again outside the ring.  Instead, she would attempt to throw punch after punch into Persephone's gut, attempting to get her to let go of the hold.

Persephone could already hear the anguished wails of her tormented prisoners as she thought back to the dank and decrepit confines of her origin. Where she envisions Violette becoming the latest inhabitant before the night is through. The sheer prospect alone positively sending shivers down Persephones spine...but it was a delightful distraction soon capitalized upon by her adversary repeatedly sinking her fist into the underworld jailer's abdomen enough times to have her halt her intended suplex. "...hggh...ungh..." Perse's gangling frame quivering with every abrasive strike right into her breadbasket, her posture beginning to slouch over and her application of the headlock loosening moreso with every punch...

Violette's counter-attack managed to work, she could feel her opponent getting weaker and weaker with each punch. She could also feel the headlock now getting looser and looser. Though Violette was also in a perfect position to hit Persephone with a brutal attack. She would then wrap her arm around her opponent's head before her hand tried to grab some of the fabric on Persephone. If she managed to do so, she would then try to lift her opponent up in the air, trying to suspend her in the air for a few moments before bringing her down for a vertical suplex.

Such elation was meant to be felt after further tormenting her blue-haired warrior once again. But it was an envisioning postponed by Violette's rebellious vigor and the wailing strikes plowed into Persephone's diaphragm, stunning her in place with rasping wails before her prisoner would reverse their positioning. Her blindfolded head snugly tucked under Violette's armpit before her conception of the world became even more distorted via being hauled upside-down...her tall, statuesque figure erected stiffly into the air in an imposing showcase of Violette's strength, and subsequent cruelty by plummeting Perse backwards in a vicious impact that electrified her foe's spine in pained jolts. The Underworld Jailer spasming with a shrill cry before twisting on her side to bury her face in the crook of her arm...

Violette managed to grab Persephone would lift her up into the air. She would now hold her opponent up in the air for a few seconds, it took a bit out of her but letting the blood rush into Persephone head was worth it. After holding her up in the air, she would fall back and slam her opponent right into the canvas. The blue hair wrestler would hear the cries of her opponent. She just needed to keep this up for a bit more and the so-called Underworld Jailer would be defeated.

Getting back onto her feet, she would then make her way towards her purple hair opponent. She would then jump in the air and attempt to bring her leg down on Persephone's chest, trying to take the oxygen out of her and build up some momentum.

Such brutality wrought upon her...and yet Persephone sensed an air of honesty about it. Of pure, dogged determination to overcome the morbid jailer and elude her fate as the latest prisoner to become chained up in the unholy recesses of her sanctum. Violette's strength was extraordinary as she kept Perse aloft before having her plummet backwards. A fog-fueled haze disorienting her somewhat due to the blood rush, but the underside of Violette's thigh became very much visible before it smashed down on her breasts in a huffing cough and jerking uptick to her legs before they settled down along with the rest of her. Persephone stewing miserably beneath the powerful leg weighing her down...before suddenly rolling off to the side and disappearing right under the ring through the apron. Nothing but darkness could be seen within, and it was up to Violette if she had the courage to venture within or wait for Perse to emerge herself with time...