Death From Above~ Death Bunny vs. Bunny Bomber

Tables Match
1 fall, only to be counted when the opponent is thrown through a table




Someone on the AFW executive board must have noticed that their ratings and ticket sales bumped up significantly whenever a Bunny vs. Bunny match was on the lineup. Now it seemed the audience was being treated to these spectacles every week, a concept being milked for all its worth to sell over-priced floppy bunny ears at souvenir stands until the next fad swept through the industry, maybe cat-girls...or lingerie pillow fights. Of course these were all baseless accusations formed by Death, but how else could you explain her next match-up, her second rabbit eared opponent since joining this league?

The bright lights of the stadium would fade into a near pitch black state as her techno entrance theme reverberated throughout the darkened stadium, fans already waving glow sticks and cheering wildly before the deathly one even made her entrance. D.B. herself would stomp out from behind the curtains dressed in her cut off shoulder-less white cotton top and skin tight blue hot pants jeans. Her tattered black trenchcoat billowed behind her as she stepped down the ramp and up the stairs to the ring apron.  Her eyes would be drawn ringside to the wooden folding tables lying vertically against the aprons. Bunny would suppress a small grin at the thought of really sinking into her teeth into a match more her speed. Her street fight with Kumi instilled in her those old urges again for the good old days, so how fortuitous of that certain bunny demented executive to bestow her with a tables match at the perfect time. She would have to thank him some time…if he even existed.

Upon entering the ring Bunny stood square center stage with her head held low. Slowly removing her top hat as she raised her head prompted the stadium lights to illuminate the entire arena once again. Her trademark scowl never leaving her face, she retreated to her neutral corner and hung her hat and trenchcoat on the corner post. Bunny did her research this time, not planning to be taken off guard as with her doppelganger Lia Cross. Leaning against the corner with her hands folded behind her head and a slight grin across her face, Bunny awaited the entrance of her hare-brained opponent…

Death Bunny wouldn't have long to wait, as her own electronic theme faded out, only to be replaced by [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkGBmy-nuRo&feature=kp:111vwpnl]another fast-paced electronic song[/url:111vwpnl], the theme of her opponent for the night. With a wide, confident smirk on her face, Bunny Bomber stepped out from behind the curtains of the arena's entrance, standing in the center of the stage atop the entrance ramp with her hands on her hips, her feet planted wide. She took a moment to look around the arena, basking in the roar of the crowd, some of them cheering the pink-haired bunnygirl, and an almost equal amount booing at her. Bunny herself simply scoffed at them, turning her attention down towards the ring, staring down at Death Bunny with a look of disapproval on her face.

Another Bunny vs. Bunny match. The thought of it was silly to the former model, thoughts of her last match against a fellow bunnygirl rolling through her head as she stared down towards Death Bunny. She had won that match, obviously, and it was a win she was rather proud of. She had fought a much, much larger and stronger woman than herself, and brought her down like she was nothing. An easy win, and as far as Bunny was concerned, one that had proved that she was the dominant bunnygirl of the two.

Taking but a moment more upon the stage, Bunny began her walk down towards the ring, keeping her eyes focused on Death Bunny all the while. Each step she took was brimming with confidence, her hips swinging from one side to the other with each step, her large, full chest gently swinging along with them, her rabbit ears bouncing from one side to the other as she made her way to the ring. Once she reached the ring, she headed straight for the steps, climbing up and through the ropes, wasting no time in heading straight towards Death Bunny, inspecting her from the closer viewpoint as she neared her.

She wasn't impressed, not at all. She planned on bring this bunny down just like she had done to the one from France, an easy, quick match. She was the dominant bunnygirl here, after all. She would expect no less of herself then to kick Death Bunny's ass and show her who was boss.

She stepped towards Death Bunny, her music fading out, and she smirked at her again, calling out to her as she approached the woman's corner. "I haven't see you around here," she began, a condescending tone to her voice. "I guess you're new here? Whatever. I do hope you at least know who I am. I would hate for you to get your ass kicked tonight and not know just who had done it to you!"

Watching Bomber strut her stuff down the ramp instilled Death with little confidence that this pink haired piece of eye candy was going to be much of a challenge, fighting the urge to roll her eyes as she sashayed down the ramp. Veteran of the league or not, D.B. had a hard believing this playboy bunny was going to give her more than a decent challenge at best. Though certainly not her intention upon first entering this league Death opted to make use of her clearly thematic list of opponents and make a name for herself as the premiere Bunny girl of the federation. Making a name for herself as THE bunny girl of the league was sure to get her name mentioned in title belt contention, but that was way down the line. First she had some business to settle right here and now.

“Oh hoo? You don’t say~…” Bunny’s face would grow a diabolical sneer at the unexpected cockiness of her long eared adversary. She certainly didn’t expect such a brash attitude from her, expecting yet another ditzy air-headed loon to be thrown at her. But inwardly this was a welcome surprise for Bunny, now more thrilled than ever at the prospect of giving this delusional bunny girl a thorough lesson as to who she’s talking to.

“Ah you don’t have to worry about that happening anytime soon, or ever for that matter,” Bunny stated while striding towards Bomber to meet her in the middle of the ring, cracking her knuckles on the way and folding her arms under her own buxom chest once standing toe to toe with her. “But I know EXACTLY who you are….some playboy bunny who’s going to be spending the rest of the night picking splinters out of that flat rear end of yours. You may not recall much once you’re flat on your back looking up at the lights, but I get the feeling you’ll remember my name…” Bunny sneered, truly enticed at the idea of finally fighting someone who wasn’t a Death Bunny fan girl.

Bunny sneered right back at Death, as her fellow bunnygirl stepped up to her. She glanced over her again, before raising her gaze up to D.B.'s eyes, letting a soft tsk pass her lips. She wasn't too impressed by Death at all. As far as she was concerned, D.B. was just another wannabe nobody, thinking that Bunny would be a pushover, an easy win.

She stepped in closer to Death, arching her back so that her generous chest pushed outwards, pushing against D.B.'s own chest, and gave her another sneer. "You have no idea who you're messing with," she began, staring coldly at Death. "When you're lying in the wreckage of one of these tables, wondering just what had happened, maybe you're realize just what kind of a mess you've gotten yourself into!" She raised her arms up, folding them behind her head, thrusting her hips towards the side in a sort of cocky, confident pose. "And maybe you'll learn not to mouth off towards your betters, too. I can already tell you've got a big mouth, bitch. You might want to shut it up before you make me mad, understand?"

She stared at Death for a few moments longer, then let out another tsk, lowering her arms and starting to turn away from the woman, as if she was about to head back to her own corner to await the bell. However, just as she took the first step away from D.B., Bunny suddenly spun back around, pivoting on one heel back towards her. One of her arms flew back up, the former model swinging her hand hard, fast towards Death's face, hoping to catch the bunnygirl off of her guard with a sudden, surprise slap across the face before the bell rang!

Death was hardly the type of person to back down from anyone who felt the self-destructive compulsion to mouth off to her, standing tall and not giving an inch to Bomber as both of their ample bosoms compressed against each others. Bunny stared cold death into her floppy-eared opponentâ€s eyes, her trademark scowl never leaving her face as it seemed Bomber couldnâ€t help but flaunt that big chip on her shoulder. Her seemingly endless smack talk and that stupid show-offy pose couldnâ€t give Bunny any more motivation to want to see Bomber carried out of here on a stretcher. Bunny didnâ€t know where this cocky little playboy model got the presumption to think this would be a cake walk, but right now all that mattered was how soon D.B. could get her hands on her already.

“…*Tch*...right…”, By now Bomber and all her big talk had earned her undivided attention, slowly stepping backwards as her hands lowered to her sides. Lowering her eyes to shape up and get a feel for how strong her adversary was and maybe what her fighting style was, her vigilance paid off well as Bunnyâ€s eyes widened to Bomberâ€s sudden spin movement, barely managing to raise her arm in time to grab her cheating opponentâ€s arm at the bicep. The entangled arms would be shivering as Bomber had put a decent amount of power into that slap, more than Death thought this pink haired tart had in her. Bunnyâ€s grip on Bomberâ€s muscled arm tightened as she stared daggers into the playboy bunny†eyes, now more pissed off than ever that this cheating Bunny wasnâ€t above using dishonorable tactics.

“….â€Learn not to mouth off to my bettersâ€, huh?....Well when you see one, can you let me know?!”, Bunny yelled out the last part of her chastisement as she raised her other arm and attempted to land a straight heart punch into Bomberâ€s now wide open chest, opting to release her grip on her other arm if the hit connected to see her stumble back.

Bunny felt confident that her slap was going to find it's mark. Her cheap slap across the face was how she started most of her matches, and it had always connected in the past. As her arm flew towards Death's face, she was sure that she was about to feel the impact of her gloved hand against Death's cheek, confident that she was going to hear that all-too-familiar sound of her fingers and her palm striking against the wannabe bunnygirl standing before her.

Her surprise was quite clear, then, when Death suddenly caught her arm, stopping her attack dead in it's tracks. The former model's eyes grew wide, a shudder running through her as she stared back into Death's own gaze, suddenly feeling for a brief moment that she might be in trouble.

She started to pull back on her arm, trying to untangle it from Death's grip, when her foe's grip suddenly released, Bunny finding her arm free from her hold. Before she could even think of responding to her, before she could even dream of firing off another attack, Death's other arm suddenly came thrusting towards her, her fist slamming hard into the unprotected chest of the Bomber. The moment the heart punch made impact with her, the moment that fist drove itself into her body, Bunny went staggering back from Death, letting out a loud, choked cry of pain. Death...was strong. A lot stronger then Bunny had been expecting.

In any other situation, that punch might have floored her, but the sheer impact of it, the suddenly momentum of the surprise punch sent her reeling backwards, and when the pink-haired woman finally started to fall back, it was against the ropes, her body dropping towards the mat but her arms catching themselves against the middle ropes, draping over them. She hung against them, her breath already hard, ragged, her chest slowly swelling out and deflating with each breath she took, as she shivered in pain, a large bruise already forming where Death's heart punch had struck her. Her ears flopped to the sides of her head, her head rolling to the side as she tried to shake off the pain of that attack.

This was bad. The bell hadn't even rung yet, and Bunny was already in trouble, leaning against the ropes and wondering just what had happened. Not a good situation for her at all.

“And THAT...,” Bunny thought, “....is how you silence the critics.” Clenching and unclenching the fist that plowed into bomberâ€s now bruised chest, Bunnyâ€s stone cold grimace never left her face even after watching her Playboy opponent stumble into the ropes reeling from the heartfelt punch. Deathâ€s impression of Bomber seemed to dwindle the more she was in her company. She may have had some decent strength in those punches but her in your face arrogance and apparent penchant for cheap shots just fed Bunnies†desire to heave this pink haired calendar model into the air and shatter all her delusions as to who the better bunny girl was right through a wooden table.

With the bell ringing as D.B. confidently strides forward towards her practically floored opponent, Bunny wondered just how many other unlucky wrestlers Bomber caught by surprise with that slap of hers, some of them probably watching right now and thanking Death for finally giving this bitch a taste of her own medicine. Standing over Bomber as she leaned in an exhausted slump against the middle ropes Death grabbed the back of Bomberâ€s head and brought her gaze upwards so their eyes would meet. Staring down with an annoyed look on her face upon her pitiable opponent struggling to breathe, Death opted to keep silent instead of running her mouth for now, convinced that Bomber already got the message.

Still grasping her hair Death let loose with two quick jabs into her cheek to keep her stunned, afterwards attempting to flip Bomber over so she was draped over the middle ropes with her head hanging loosely over it facing towards the crowd. Death decided to make Bomberâ€s breathing problems even worse, pressing the back of her thigh and the rest of her body weight against the back of her neck, choking her out against the ropes and only letting up once she drained every second she could from the ref.

Bunny gave an involuntary shudder, as Death grabbed her head, forcing her to look upwards at her. This wasn't good. That punch had hurt, and for the moment she was still trying to shake it off. She knew that once she could get a chance to recover, she could beat this wannabe nobody, but the problem there was getting an actual chance to recover.

That was a chance that Death wasn't going to give her though, two quick jabs slamming into her cheeks. With each punch, Bunny's head jerked to the side, a sharp cry passing her lips as she felt the fury of her fellow bunnygirl upon her. Not a pleasant feeling at all, but even less pleasant was the feeling of being flipped over, her neck lying atop of the middle rope. She started to gasp, to gag and struggle for breath as she felt Death's leg pushing down upon her, the woman's weight helping choke her out. Her vision started to blur, Bunny wondering for a brief moment if she had bit off more then she could chew this time around.

But then, the referee got involved, and forced Death off of her. As soon as she did, Bunny let herself drop off of the ropes to the mat, lying there upon the canvas, taking in big, deep breathes of air. This wasn't good at all. She needed to get away from Death, to put some space between them before the darker bunny could start up her assault again. So, Bunny did the only thing she could think to do in such a situation.

With a soft groan, she forced her body to roll to the side, right out of the ring, landing shakily upon her feet. She staggered away from the ring, lifting her gaze to stare upwards, past the ropes towards Death, panting steadily as she glared at her fellow bunnygirl.

Oh yeah. This bitch is going to pay... she thought, rubbing her neck slowly as she stared up towards Death.

Choking against the ropes was an illegal maneuver that Bunny tended to shy away from…but honestly how could she resist hanging this pink haired floozy out to dry? Nailing those right crosses plow into that smug playboy model face and watching Bomber scramble out the ring with her fluffy tail between her legs was well worth the finger wagging from the ref. Stepping through the middle and top ropes and standing on the apron, Bunny stared down into the eyes of Bomber as she gasped for air, crossing her arms with a condescending smirk on her face.

“Ya know when I first saw you it looked like you should have one of those ‘ROUND†cards in your hands, maybe you should give that a shot instead of this whole wrestling thing. Seems more your speed...” Bunny would wave the back of her hand towards Bomber as if she was shooing her away. Bunny was feeling particularly chatty today as she was starting to get a kick out of smacking this faux bunny girl around, and seeing that coughing and sputtering mess of an opponent look up at her with the sudden realization of what she was up against only made her smile wider in satisfaction.

Hopping off the ring to the mat with a spring in her step, Death sprinted forward over the wooden table lying flat on the mat separating the two bunnies and made a grab attempt for Bomberâ€s arm, intending to Irish whip her not into the ring apron but rather the thunderous clothesline Bunny had planned for Bomber from her other arm.

Bunny stared right back up at Death as the woman stepped onto the apron, looking down at her with that condescending look on her face. She growled, every one of Death's words making her grow more and more annoyed. She clenched her fists, wanting to just charge the apron, wanting to just grab Death and slam her into the floor, but Bunny was smarter than that. She knew better then to be so reckless. She would bide her time, and wait for Death to come to her.

Then, sure enough, Death hopped off the apron and came charging towards her. Bunny braced herself, waiting for Death to come near, and as soon as she did, as soon as the bunnygirl grabbed her arm and tried to swing her around, Bunny grabbed back at Death's arm, trying to reverse the Irish whip on her. Instead of trying to pull her around into a clothesline, Bunny would try to reverse things to send Death flying into the nearby barrier separating them from the crowd, hoping to hear the sweet sound of her fellow bunnygirl slamming straight into it!