Death From Above~ Death Bunny vs. Bunny Bomber

With Bomber perched sky high and towering over the front row seats, the buzz of anticipation in the audience brought some bunny fans to their feet from her precarious positioning. Heaving Bomber into the air like that and maintaining perfect balance was no easy feat in the first place, the playboy opponent wasnâ€t exactly a lightweight. But Death was surely motivated enough to see this infuriating bunny girls head bounce off that top turnbuckle and imprinting her smug face into that thin cushion, a sweeter sight than that Death could not imagine. Though her incessant teetering left and right wasnâ€t exactly making life easier for Bunny who had to tighten her grip on her legs to keep her from tumbling out of the ring. Death wanted her beaten down and smashed through a table, not dead…right now.

“Nngh!! ...Rrgh!!” Bunny groaned irritably as Bomber decided to change coarse by nailing Bunny in the head with several quick jabs. Flinching with every connecting strike as her cheek pressed against Bomberâ€s stomach, with her arms preoccupied Death couldnâ€t exactly defend herself in this suddenly disadvantageous position. Now having lost track of her positioning in the ring and her own legs feeling a tad wobbly, Bunny wisely decided to screw that plan and settle for Plan B. Shifting her head to Bomberâ€s side and both arms back over her waist, Bunny sprinted forward with a savage yell before slamming Bomber down in the middle of the ring in a spectacular spine buster that made Death rebound up to her knees and more than a few fans cringe.

Bunny struck down at Death, again and again and again, a focused look on her face as she rained her quick, hard blows down onto Death's skull. She had to rattle her fellow bunnygirl, she had to get her to loosen up her hold so that she could escape. Even if she couldn't get away though, she still knew that Death wasn't going to be okay after all of her blows. No one could take that many shots to the head and be alright. All she had to do was keep striking down at her.

And that's what she planned to do, right up until Death decided to go for the infamous Plan B. Before Bunny even knew what was happening, Death suddenly screamed out and darted forward, leaving Bunny looking bewildered for the brief moment before she was swung down to the mat.

Wham.

The sound of the former model's spine slamming into the canvas echoed through the arena, the crowd going silent from the sight of the brutal, breathtaking maneuver. It was exactly what Death needed to do, it seemed, for Bunny was apparently laid completely out by the spinebuster. She lied on the mat in front of Death, her arms spread out beside her, her head rolled to the side, her eyes closed. Not even a moan passed her lips, and the only movement her body made was a slow rising and falling of her giant chest, the pink-haired bunny looking as if she had been completely destroyed by the desperate attack.

The inevitable downward descent of Bomber brought a rush of excitement and flashing photographs that both died out with the impactful slam to the mat. Though not exactly what she intended Death could hardly complain with the results, her irritating opponent laid out and spread eagled before her seemingly barely conscious. Death could barely appreciate this satisfying sight as right now her headaches were having the world come to her through fuzzy images. Squinting in pain noticeably with her clobbered head in her hands, Death still surmised in that knocked around head of hers a way to give herself time to recover from those strikes as well as keep Bomber grounded right where she belongs. Unintentionally crawling seductively over Bomberâ€s flattened frame, D.B. seated her curvy blue-jeaned bottom comfortably on Bomberâ€s sumptuous chest with her legs folded at the knee at her sides.

“Tch…..if only their was a table set up behind you….could have made this the shortest tables match in history.” Bunny started rubbing her head with an annoyed grimace over her face as she tried to soothe away her aches. “Iâ€ll give ya one thing though…..you donâ€t hit as weak as you look….but then again….” Leaning forward D.B. would clench a handful of Bomberâ€s purple locks to bring them eye to eye. “….no one could be THAT much of a pushover.” With one swift motion Bunny let loose with one hook straight into Bomberâ€s cheek, one of many that Death owed her. After a few more seconds of relaxing and enjoying her dominating perch, if uninterrupted Death would rise to her feet and bring the formerly seated Bunny along with her as well by her hair and yanking into her into a front side headlock.

As Death took a seat atop her, planting her ass upon the model's breasts, Bunny opened her eyes, just a tiny bit, staring up at her with blurred vision. She couldn't help but whimper at the sight. After a fall like that, after being slammed down and wrecked so hard, the sight of Death sitting so dominantly atop her wasn't a good sign at all.

When Death reached down, grabbing her long hair, jerking her up to stare right into her eyes, Bunny cried out. She hated it when people pulled her hair. It was one of the worst feelings in the world to her. Death's harsh words didn't make the situation any better, and for a brief, brief moment, Bunny almost started to feel scared. It only lasted a moment though. When her fellow bunnygirl's fist smashed into her cheek, her head jerked to the side, and any ideas about being outmatched or in trouble were replaced by the feeling of pain suddenly rushing through her head.

Then, up to her feet Bunny was lifted, unable to find the strength to fight back as Death pulled her into the headlock. Bunny grunted in annoyance, lifting her hands up, weakly clawing at Death's hands as the woman tightened her arms around her. She knew was in trouble. Things had already been bad, but now they felt like they were about to get a lot worse for her.

Bunny wasnâ€t entirely remorseless. Her vengeance laden eyes noticed Bomberâ€s helpless demeanor as the playboy model may have finally started to comprehend that she was way out of her league against the deathly one. To D.B. all that bravado and cocky swagger of hers was just her ego run amok and built up from some lucky wins that bomber must have squeaked through. Bunny was all too willing to tear her down from that pedestal she built up in her head, and whenever she started to kind of feel bad for Bomber all those ideas for mercy went flying out the window when she thought of being trapped in that embarrassing breast smother.

Death jerked in the front side headlock tighter when she felt Bomberâ€s half-hearted grasping at her hands, though once she settled down from all her squirming Death eased up on the hold enough to set up her next maneuver. The limp and winded bunny girl would be easily twisted around 180 degrees in the front side headlock until her dreary eyed face was looking up towards the bright lights of the roof in a reverse DDT position. Bunny raised her fist in the air to rile the ticket holders up who were getting a kick out of seeing the dominant display, before sharply lowering it down for a clubbing strike on Bomberâ€s bountiful chest. The audience surmised Death had different plans than a reverse DDT when she clamped on the side of Bomberâ€s tights, attempting to flip Bomber over head in a spectacular reverse suplex that should land the formerly airborne rabbit to the unforgiving breast first with the turnbuckle behind her.

Another soft whimper passed through Bomber's lips, as Death tightened up her headlock around her. She could feel her face being pushed closer into Death's breast, she could feel those arms jerking around her neck harder, and none of it felt good to her. She was in a bad position, but in the state she was in, there really wasn't a lot she could do about it.

Then, Death twisted her around, forcing the model to look upwards, towards the bright, burning lights of the arena. Bomber didn't have long to contemplate this turn of events, before Death's arm came swinging down, a sharp hammer blow striking right into her chest. Her body jerked as the strike made impact with her, her breasts bouncing wildly as the blow hit home. The crowd cheered wildly at the sight, screaming for more from Death, but the bunny seemed to have other plans in mind for the poor former model.

Up into the air Bomber was lifted, a sharp scream emerging from her as she realized what was happening. Through the air she flew, lifted over Death's head and into the suplex, then back down she came, her chest body slamming against the turnbuckle, her shapely chest ramming into it first and taking the brunt of the blow.

Bunny lurched down as she made contact with the turnbuckle, her body ending up in a weak heap at the bottom of the corner post. She curled up, whimpering yet again as she reached for her chest, holding it gingerly. Those repeated blows to her chest didn't feel good, not one bit. She would have to pay Death back for them.

She just needed a moment to catch her breath and rest first though, a moment that she already knew she wasn't going to get.

At that point Bunny didnâ€t want to just beat down the Bomber but also try and make a spectacle of it, going for the reverse suplex more for show than anything else. Once back on her feet after the topsy-turvy slam, Death turned to approach Bomber fully intending to knock the beleaguered bunny girl around some more, but if the playboy opponent had one talent it was definitely looking pitiable. Retreating and cowering into the corner like a wounded animal, D.B. felt her point was starting to be proven.

“...*sigh*...fine, just stay put. Iâ€ll do you a favor and end this quickily.”

With Bomber in no shape to defend herself and reeling from the reverse suplex, Bunny figured now was a good time to finally put those tables to their intended use. Rolling out of the ring, Death lifted and slid one of the tables littered outside the ring under the bottom rope. D.B. maintained her steely eyed glare on Bomber as she reentered the ring and provided she was still curled into a ball would start to set up the table one leg at a time. If uninterrupted while setting them up, Death would turn back to approach the beaten bunny who was presumably still huddled in the corner like a rabbit in a hole.

Bunny lied there in the corner, unmoving and silent as Death slipped out of the ring. She slowly opened one eye, watching Death as she grabbed one of the tables, tossing it into the ring, carefully unfolding it and setting it up. As annoyed as she was with Death going for the tables, part of Bomber was actually glad for it. She needed a few moments to rest and refocus her energy, and the longer that Death spent setting up the table, the better off she was.

Even with Death began to approach her again, she remained lying there, partially closing her eye again. She waited until Death drew near, waiting for just the perfect moment, and then...she struck.

As Death drew close, Bunny suddenly let out a loud roar, lunging upwards towards her. She reached towards Death's legs as she rose, trying to wrap her arms around them, trying to lift the woman up off of her feet. Then, just like her counterpart did earlier, she tried to fall back, in an attempt to bounce Death's head off of the turnbuckle!

With the table set up and ready to roll in the opposite corner of where bomber was currently playing possum, DB turned back towards the quivering cornered rabbit, hardly surprised her opponent was in the same pathetic position she had left her. A sinister smirk crept over her face as she began to reconsider her plan to put the play boy model out to pasture.

“Hey know, whatâ€s with the glum face? Youâ€re putting up a much better fight than I thought you would...Ya know, I think Iâ€ve gone and changed my mind. Iâ€m sure youâ€d wanna keep this going just as much as possible if roles were reversed~...”Striding over intending to lift Bomber up by her pink locks, her sadistic side was starting to shine through with Bomberâ€s helpless appearance.

Her eyes widened from Bomberâ€s spring back to life and bloody scream, too startled to keep her legs from being wrapped tightly together in the modelâ€s bear hugging grasp. Bunny gasped as she was boosted several feet off the mat in the same precarious position she put Bomber in!! Flailing her arms wildly before clutching Bomberâ€s floppy-eared head pushed against her waist to keep her stable, the playboy model could probably hear Deathâ€s heart pumping who knew full well where this was going. Tugging onto Bomberâ€s hair, Bunny clenched her teeth as she raised her other hand intending to wail into her opponents in the same manner she suffered through, but Bomber easily executed the maneuver where Death could not as she was already set up perfectly for it.

“S-Shi-!!” For the first time that night fear could be seen on D.B.'s face as her bunny ears flopped in the wind before her head was slammed face first into the barely padded turnbuckle. The reverberating impact whip lashed her head skyward, mesmerized by the bright lights on the roof of the stadium while on her feet, before teetering and falling backward like a tree in the woods. Her legs lifted up and down after the plunge, though Bunny remained stunned silent with her head to the side.

Bunny dropped to her back and looked upwards, watching as Death smashed into the turnbuckle, bouncing off of it towards the mat. That felt good. It was about time that she gave her fellow bunnygirl a little taste of payback.

She soon rolled over onto her belly, smiling in a sinister manner at the sight of Death lying there, completely out of it. Her eyes lit up, and her smile grew into a twisted grin. Death was completely helpless, it seemed. Perfect for her to take advantage of. She stared towards Death, and began to crawl towards her, moving between her legs and onto her prone form. Her body pushed down against Death's, slowly sliding against her as she moved up her form, until she was lying atop her, staring down at her face-to-face.

"Well, look at that," she whispered, grinning down at her. "Looks like you finally learned to shut up." She chuckled softly, pressing body-to-body against Death before pushing herself up, into a sitting position atop of her, her bottom pressing down against her stomach. She reached down, the model grabbing a thick handful of Death's hair, and clicked her tongue at her. "Let's see if I can make you scream now, bitch!"

With those words, Bunny lifted her other hand, and suddenly let out a shout, starting to punch down at Death's face, trying to hammer her with a steady stream of blows and strikes. She would get real payback on Death soon. For now, though, she just wanted to make her hurt.