Death From Above~ Death Bunny vs. Bunny Bomber

You would have to excuse Bunny if she was feeling particularly chatty this time around, before Bomber her only opponents were fake imitations and enamored admirers who couldnâ€t keep her hands off her, so she was more than ready to face someone who didnâ€t want to be BFFâ€s .

Tightening her grip on Bomberâ€s arm before attempting to yank her forward, her eyes narrowed when Bomber planted her feet and yanked Death forward attempting to send her back first into the barrier behind her. But rather than hearing any sweet sounds all Bomber would hear is a boot skidding against the mat as Death hung onto her own still clinging grip. Bunnys impression of how strong Bomber was from earlier held true, but D.B. knew an easy set up when she saw one.

Unleashing a guttural yell, Death pressed on before Bomber could react, attempting to pull her forward into a cinched in bear hug. Bunny would lift her off her feet and tightened the squeeze on her lower back until you could swear youâ€d hear something vaguely pop.

Flexing her arm muscles in the hold, Bunny gnashed her teeth tightly in her powerful exertion of the bearhug. As she felt her playboy opponent writhe in agony against her own toned body she felt assured this was the right move to go for. Delighted from the sound of every popped vertebrae, her only regret was not racing to her in time to trap her arms as well. Nevertheless she was still confident she could endure any half-assed counter Bomber could cook up. Punches to the head, pulling of the hair, scratching…

Averting her gaze upwards she raised an eyebrow when she spotted a scheming grin on the trapped bunnyâ€s face, only starting to understand what was so funny when she felt Bomberâ€s arms wrap around the back of her head. “Mmmmph!!” Bunny barely had the time to look shocked before her bunny eared head was engulfed forcefully into Bomberâ€s ample bosom, her muffled yell tuned out to the point where only Bomber could hear it. Her cheeks blushed a bright crimson immediately from the demeaning breast smother. The sudden shock of having nearly all her senses enveloped in Bomberâ€s bouncing cleavage couldnâ€t help but take her out of her game, maintaining her bearhug grip but compelling her to step back awkwardly as well.

Stumbling backwards wouldnâ€t be the end of it unfortunately, Bunny so distracted by the counter attack that she would lose her balance and trip to the mat with her arms flailing wildly in the fall. With the smother still locked in Bunny would inadvertently take a humiliating breast slam to the face, leaving her stunned and moaning beneath the playboy bunny. After this debacle and the way Lia Cross countered her last bearhug…Bunny was seriously starting to consider taking this move out of her repertoire.

While the smother itself might not have too big an issue, it was more the initial shock and subsequent cushiony face slam that brought about her current miserable condition. Bunny laid there flattened outright beneath Bomber with her mortified face stuffed between the playboy bunnys heaving breasts, both her nose and mouth compressed against their smooth flesh and barely getting any oxygen. An entire offensive front brought to a grinding halt thanks to a pair of bunny tits and Deaths own aversion to ecchi tactics. Fantastic.

Bunnys muffled moans would start to get more intense as Bomber shifted her weight to further lock in the suffocating hold, further ballooning her ample chest into Deathâ€s thoroughly flustered complexion. Unfortunately D.B. could still make out Bomberâ€s sarcastic teasing, frustrating Death to no end that she was brought down so easily by this pink haired floozy and was forced to endure her stupid taunts. Her heated panting into the pillowy prison started to get more desperate as she felt herself running out of air, clawing and beating into Bomberâ€s back and rib cage before her opponent thankfully remembered the winning conditions of the match.

Death arched her own back somewhat as she inhaled one giant breath of sweet oxygen, the fresh air washing over her sweat stained face. Still sputtering and coughing as her eyes squinted from readjusting to the beaming lights in the arena, Bunny felt the pain in her scalp from Bomber digging her gloved hands into her purple locks and hoisting her up to her feet, too busy trying to get her wits about her before she could put up any noticeable resistance. Both of her hands would grasp Bomberâ€s wrist and grip on her hair to weakly try to pry her fingers apart, gritting her teeth as she glared daggers at Bomber through dilated pupils, her sweat soaked face blushed crimson red.

With Bomberâ€s tightened fingers on her scalp came a stinging pain that was only made worse when Death tried to pry herself free. As her eyes adjusted to the stadium lights again Bomberâ€s sadistic grin came more into focus until it was clear as day, especially now that their faces were practically inches away. Being up close to her cocky smirk only made Bunny want to rearrange her smug face even more, clenching her teeth in frustration through her reddened face while Bomber continued to rub it in with her taunting questions.

Bunny groaned out loud in response to Bomber dragging her around by her purple locks. Her mind seemed to finally start to coming out of the haze the breast smother surrounded her in, but unfortunately not soon enough as her face was yanked back and viciously reacquainted with the mat.

“Ah!!” Bunny immediately turned her back to Bomber after her bunny eared head bounced off the ring side apron, walking slowly along the edge with one hand trailing the bottom rope with the other covering her bruised face. D.B. could tell she was clearly starting to lose her control over the match, deciding at the last second to try to roll herself under the bottom rope and get back in the ring. Internally D.B. despised this decision, as it made Death look like she was running away with her fuzzy tail between her legs when she actually just needed to slow things down a bit.

Blinking away any lingering disorientation from having her nose practically flattened against the apron, Death intentionally kept her head lowered to hide her awareness from Bomber. Though it was becoming more of an issue as Bomber continued to poke and prod the sleeping giant with taunts and teasing, maintaining her stone cold grimace even when her bunny ears started twinging slightly when her opponent suggested she was running away…

With her eyes focused steadily on the mat, Death instead used her hearing to judge when best to strike and charged forward from her prone position once she heard Bomber start to pick up her pace. Hoping her opponent wouldnâ€t expect the same approach twice, Death wrapped her arms in a constricting grip around Bombers waist this time and bringing the feuding bunny pair uncomfortably close. With both of their sweat stained abdomens clinging to eachothers and their heaving breasts mushrooming from the contact, the embrace would nearly seem intimate if not for the expression of pure malice across Deaths face as she stared straight into Bomberâ€s face not more than a few inches away.

“….*tch*….itâ€ll be worth putting you through that table already jus to shut that playboy poser mouth of yours!!” In one swift act Death would crouch down and lift Bomber a few feet off the ground with her arms now wrapped just below Bomberâ€s curvy glutes. Maintaining this airborne positon for her opponent and although it would take some time to align themselves correctly, Death would attempt to steadily and methodically step towards the corner ring post intending to fall backwards with Bomberâ€s head bouncing off the top turnbuckle.