Death From Above~ Death Bunny vs. Bunny Bomber

Bomber grinned, wider and wider, as she watched Cayin slamming Death face-first into the table. She had no idea who this new bunny was, but she didn't care. The girl did good work, and anyone who had a grudge against Death was alright in her book.

When Death slumped down against the table, Bomber slid in behind her, cackling under her breath as she reached down, grabbing the biker bunny to haul her back up to her feet one more time. She pulled her a few steps away from the table, and moved in close behind her, letting her arms slide around Death's waist. She pulled her in close, hugging her fellow bunny against her own curvy, voluptuous form, and laughed, whipping her head around to look towards Cayin.

"Wake up the ref!" she yelled at the third bunnygirl, a mad look in her eyes as she anxiously tapped a foot against the mat. "Wake up the referee so we can really get started on this bitch!"

Cayin made a mental note. After this match was through, she was going to find a picture of Death Bunny getting her face slammed into the table and frame it. In fact, she was going to compile a bunch of pictures of Death Bunny in pain and put them together, side by side. She would call it her 'Hall of Vengeance', and it would have nice lighting, along with little captions under each photo, detailing the incidents above them.

Now, all she needed was a house to put all those pictures in, and she'd be set.

"Vengeance! Sweet vengeance is finally mine!" She cackled - yes, cackled - as she brought Death Bunny's face down for yet another slam. "At least, in some small way. For I will never be truly sated, you half-baked, half-wit, hopping..." Cayin paused, searched through her vocabulary. "...hag! I will unleash a furious furor upon you that the world has never-"

She stepped back as Bunny Bomber moved in for the pin, reminding Cayin that this was, in fact, a match. The referee still had a job to do, and it was time to make Death Bunny's humiliation official!

She rushed over to the referee and gave her a few quick kicks in her side, trying to wake her up. "Awaken, foolish fool! You have a job that needs doing!"

The incensed roar of an agitated crowd screaming bloody murder over the blatant double teaming being perpetrated before their eyes barely registered to the groaning bunny girl, the world around only coming to her through muffled senses as if she were leagues underwater.  Nothing was more undeniably frustrating than what was occurring right then and there, repeatedly beaten down from behind without even being given a chance to face your assailant head on and memorize the face of someone she intended to bloody kill when given the opportunity...

"...hugh...mother...fuck..." Hauled back up to her wobbly legs by the curvaceous bomber bunny girl, Bunny winced from the sudden pressure on her spine as she sagged ungracefully into her grasps. D.B. unwillingly shifted the entirety of her limp body weight into Bomber's sweat glistened frame, leading to the and unintentional compression of her supple chest against D.B.'s shoulder blades.

With her head slumped forward and groaning exhaustively, D.B. still had the instinctual wherewithal to sense a big move when it was coming from all the cackling and plans for her demise still in earshot. With the last vestiges of energy returning to her, D.B. raised both hands to pry at the arms fastened around her waist in stubborn refusal that she was about to lose this insufferable bunny bitch, the very notion riling her up and making her more restless…

As Cayin began to yell at the referee, Bomber turned her attention back towards Death, giving her a tighter squeeze around the waist to keep her close, to keep her under control. Her generous bust pushed harder against Death's shoulders as Bunny pressed closer against her, leaning in to give the darker bunnygirl a quick, soft whisper.

"It's over, bitch..."

No sooner then the words had left her mouth, Bomber suddenly let out a determined yell. She clenched her arms tight, her biceps flexing as the pink bunny gathered up her strength. Then, after a few quick moments of waiting (just to give the referee enough time to shake her head and get back up again), she suddenly went to haul Death off of her feet, trying to lift her through the air and into a hard German suplex, intent on throwing the woman up, over, and straight through the table that was behind them!

With the sudden torqued restraint around her waist came the reignited back pains from Cayin's assault that hobbled her in the first place, D.B. letting out a brief scream and tensing up sharply before sagging limply in Bomber's clutches. No matter what her brief struggles would get her, at this point she knew that whatever amount of time she needed to recover would not be granted as she fought to even stay on her feet.

The swelling chest rubbing against her back as well as the hushed whispers in her ear brought a noticeable flash of red to her cringing face, thankfully unnoticed by the masses as shortly thereafter D.B. would be hurled over head into a devastating german suplex through the propped up wooden table!! Chunks of wood scattered and flew through the air with Bunny crash landing on the back of her neck and hunched over upside down with her blue jeaned rump sticking out into the air.

The kicks to the ref's ribs jostled her back to life in time to witness the entire event and raised a hand to signal the timekeeper to ring the bell and call the match in Bomber's favor, slumping back down to rest soon after. Eventually gravity and her own shifting motions tipped D.B. over to her side in an exhausted slump, dripping with sweat, laid out on her front, groaning in pain and covered in the wooden debris, quite frankly feeling just as shattered as the table was.

The sounds of the shattering wood as Death went through the table, the groans of the dark bunnygirl, and the ringing of the bell...all three of those things were like music to Bomber's ears, the pink-clad bunnygirl sitting up quick. She lifted a hand, running it through her long, sweaty locks, pleased with her victory over Death, even if it had come cheaply.

A win was still a win though, and that's all that mattered.

She rose up to her feet, standing up tall and proud, towering over Death's fallen body. She grinned, and looked out over the crowd, getting a handful of boos from them, but she didn't care. She had won, just like she said she would. With a mocking smile on her face, she leaned forward, bowing towards the audience, then straightening back up again soon afterwards. She had won, but she wasn't finished yet, not at all.

Bomber turned towards Cayin, and flashed her fellow bunnygirl a wink, gesturing towards Death with her hand. "Hey! You! Let's take care of this bitch once and for all, yeah? Let's show her who the real bunnies around here are!"

Cayin had found ways to amuse herself in the past few seconds.

Specifically, she'd hopped up on the turrnbuckle and had taken to thrusting her arms out to the audience in triumph. True, this was only a small victory, a drop in the bucket of agony that she intended to fill and then pour all over Death Bunny's face. But it was a good first step. It would set the tone. A tone of pure vengence, played during a symphony of destruction, orchestrated by a mad conductor with a wand that burned brightly as it swung through the air.

"Vengeance! Sweet, bloody vengeance!" She cackled and howled, as the audience cheered her on. Or, actually, that might have been booing. But she didn't mind that. The people didn't know she was the real hero, here. She was like Batman, after the second Nolan movie - the hero they needed, but not the one they wanted. It was a lonely road to walk.

She turned to the busty bunnygirl - Bomber, not Death Bunny - and jumped down. "Indeed, we should give her a true demonstration of our might, by...by..."

Cayin bit her lip and looked from side to side. She leaned in towards Bomber with a slight blush. "Do you have any ideas, or..."

Bomber noted Cayin's blush, and she smiled, taking a closer step towards her fellow bunnygirl. She leaned in close to her, lowering her voice to a soft, almost sultry whisper, staring into her eyes as she issued the girl her orders.

"Get her out of my ring," Bomber commanded, reaching up to gently caress Cayin's cheek with her fingertips. "Get this trash out of my ring. Throw her down to the floor, where garbage like her belongs..."

Bomber then leaned away, straightening up and folding her arms over her chest, staring at Cayin while she waited for the girl to obey her orders.