Dead Rabbits - Veronica Larvotto vs. Death Bunny

It seems this merciless Grim Reaper won't give any time for this near-inhuman Executioner to recover. In that case, there isn't much Veronica can really do but to continue to hold off and endure this vicious onslaught this powerful woman have set in motion. As expected, it wasn't soon before long in her helpless condition that she would feel a inconsiderately tight grip on her hair, slowly dragging her battered body by her messy locks first into a sitting position, before being flipped over onto a kneeling position beside Death Bunny who stood tall, her face buried beside one of D.B's finely sculpted thighs. If this macabre bunny girl was trying to convey a message to everyone watching of this goth bunny's helpless state, then she was indeed doing that with success, Veronica's limbs seemingly limp as her arms dangled in mid-air... no, you can say that her entire body have seemingly fallen limb, as if she was a... hanged bunny.

Veronica's petite body would then be forced up to a standing position, and it was then that Death Bunny can take a look at her face: dazed, clearly showing expressions of being in pain, and yet, growling in defiance. But just as quickly she was forced up to her feet, the emo chick would be suddenly doubled over with her head tucked in between D.B's powerful and muscular thighs, her hands aimlessly moving to cup the back of her foe's smooth thighs in a futile resistance to resist the roll-up with her puny strength. Obviously this was all for naught as the black-haired girl was rolled up and over Death Bunny's shoulder without any problems, her back now being positioned against the other woman's back, her legs bending by the knees so that her feet was hooked right in front of the area between the Grim Reaper's upper thighs and lower side abs.

Veronica eyes shut tight as her chin was clamped by Death Bunny's two strong hands, her hands moving to grab those hands in order to pry them off, if only to show off her resistance that lacked any real power or substance behind them. And in a sudden motion, the emo chick can feel a falling wind as she was dropped onto her knees, and her eyes widened in shock from the impact she received, her neck jarring against the larger bunny girl's shoulder. "KUAH!!" She grunted out loudly to the point that spittle flew out of her mouth, indifferent in her reaction to any other power move she received from the grim bunny girl: a cry in pain and shock in response to something powerful and effective on her tiny yet highly resilient body. Her small hands balled into fists right in front of her mid-section, trying to resist the pain from affecting her physically and mentally, but it did not succeed as her upper body slowly collapsed onto the mat in front of her, falling like a sack of potatoes as her arms fell right above her head to be sprawled out once again. Her head would be on one side, her eyes closed again as more soft low groans of pain escaped the Executioner's lips.

She was thinking of enduring this onslaught just for that one opportune moment to finish off Death Bunny... But after suffering 4 power moves in succession, this gothic bunny girl, who had been through many brutal attacks and assaults, some of which that were much more brutal than what's happenng right now, was having second thoughts about enduring through this if this continued. All because... it was being done by Death Bunny, a powerful bunny girl that while she may not realize it, was starting to have a fear of her in the depths of her indomitable spirit.

The grim spectacle being perpetrated before the increasingly disturbed audience continued unabated as D.B.'s malicious beatdown on the hapless bunny girl was punctuated with a truly horrific widow's peak. The reverberating canvas and jostling ring ropes emphasizing the degree of sheer power that had been brought into the maneuver, D.B. collapsing to her curvy backside and ruthlessly slamming the back of Veronica's head against her shoulder in the process.

Those in the audience with the constitution not to flinch or look away than seeing D.B. remain propped up on  in a seated position with nothing but frozen indifference in her deadened eyes as she scanned the audience left and right. Not a soul in attendance cheering her sadistic actions, which suited her just fine. The shivering thrill coursing up her spine being all the satisfaction she needed to feel.

D.B. than spinning in place and rising back upwards to than begin encircling the goth emo-chick struggling to simply prop her arms underneath her. A slight crick to her neck from side to side with her hands balled into fists during her vulture-esque prowling. The mere fact that Veronica was capable of even doing something as feeble as that considering the amount of punishment she was being put through was quite the feat. Slight notions of regret even began trickling into D.B.'s thoughts...but they were summarily ignored in favor of D.B.'s desire to send an emphatic message towards the rest of the locker room. With Veronica being that woeful messenger.  

"C'mon...let's try one more time to put a nail in your coffin..." D.B. ominously uttered while once more reaching down to haul the slackened executioner back up to her wobbly feet. D.B. knew Veronica could handle being on her feet, but this time her sense of balance would truly be challenged as she was soon afterward pressed against the ropes on one side of the ring before being Irish whipped across the ring. D.B.'s intentions being nothing but malevolent violent as she stepped back towards the sprinting Veronica on her way back towards her...

As expected, Death Bunny would not face any resistance coming from this downed bunny as she was pulled up to her feet. Her legs were indeed a bit wobbly, showing the first signs of her body breaking apart. Veronica's head loomed low, as if she was still asleep, as if she was pushed into unconsciousness from D.B's vicious actions. But as she was pressed against the ropes and then Irish whipped aross the ring, people can see that the battered girl actually ran just fine. In reality, if she was moving around against her own will, Veronica probably couldn't have run or stand properly, most likely collasping instead. The fact that she was running as normal as before is simply because Veronica chose to run... Meaning, this is her chance to attack!

Indeed, as she was running back towards the waiting death hands of Death Bunny, this goth bunny suddenly gazed at her opponent with a sharp look, and jumped forwards in an attempt to lock that deadly foe in a front headlock. The momentum of her run would make Veronica swing around, as if the emo chick willingly jumped towards a pole in an attempt to swing around it as if she was a pole dancer. But she was not a pole dancer; she is a wrestler. And being a wrestler, strikes aren't the only moves in her arsenal!

So as Veronica swung around Death Bunny's body while keeping the front headlock, the former would try to use the momentum to fall onto her back, trying to spike the Grim Reaper on her head with a powerful tornado DDT, a move befitting that of an Executioner!

Unsurprisingly, Veronica was just as capable of standing on her own two feet as ever before. Besides her drooping head hiding her face and some weak-kneed trembling, one could hardly tell that the bunny executioner had just been the recipient of some the most devastatingly powerful moves D.B. had in her arsenal. But D.B. now knew all too well the caliber of competitor Veronica had turned out to be. The macabre bunny girl having met her fair share of competitors back in her day whose hidden talent was simply being an ungodly damage sponge. With unparalleled endurance that quite honestly caused their opponents to get all tuckered from trying to break their opponents down.

Hence D.B. opting to now go against her battle-plan and bring up the tempo of the match by flinging Veronica across the ring. She needed to attempt one final concussive blow to that already scrambled cranium of Veronica's to effectively score a K.O., invalidating whatever pain endurance she has by causing her brain to shut down the rest of her body. Preferably with a stiff boot straight to that pale face of hers. It was a sound plan in theory...and one which D.B. will probably never know it it would have worked considering that the sprightly emo-chick would suddenly leap up and cinch in a constricting front headlock.

"Tch!!" D.B. snarled through gritted teeth from the petite bicep bearing down on her cheek and the momentum fueled twisting in place that came as a result. There was enough sprinting velocity put behind Veronica's maneuver to have D.B's own booted feet crossing over eachother in an embarrassing spin cycle before having her head nailed into the reverberating canvas. Flopping over onto her back in a spread-eagled position sort of coming natural after that, as was her mind being a dizzying haze as she already began to lethargically shift to her side in the early preambles of rising to her hands and knees.

Upon executing the tornado DDT, Veronica would clutch the back of her neck and head area with both hands as she laid on the mat on her back. Even taking the precautionary measures of tucking her chin and having the fall be beared with only her back was not enough to negate the impact from affecting her hurt head and neck. Maybe because her back, although not as hurt as her neck and head, was still a recipient of Death Bunny's vicious power move in the form of a Last Ride powerbomb. Hence, even landing on her back now will send signals of pain to her head and neck. How unfortunate for this poor bunny, having to fight in this grueling death match in this state against a more deadlier bunny.

But Veronica was still a 'Death Bunny' in her own right. One who executes, on behalf of the bunnies, those who dare to trample bunnies all over the world. This Death Bunny here however, was not that kind of enemy. Having noticed those ears moving about have made this goth bunny confirm that she is indeed a real bunny. In the first place, Veronica had thought D.B to be a faker, pretending to be a bunny by wearing those bunny ears. But now that she has willingly confirmed her opponent to be an authentic bunny, she was having second thoughts about something in particular...

However, this is definitely no time to be thinking things over. Bearing through the pain she is feeling, of which this is a rare occurence for this resilient bunny, Veronica would quickly scramble onto her feet as Death Bunny had already gotten onto all fours. Her clutching hands would move to grab two handful of this Grim Reaper's purple hair, pulling her up to her feet while making sure she is still doubled over. "Time for execution!..." The emo chick shouted out with some modicum of emotion, a rarity from her monotone state. For some extra insurance to make sure the execution succeeds, Veronica would raise one of her elbows before brutally smashing it at the back of Death Bunny's neck to keep her distracted in that doubled-over position.

If successful, Veronica would waste no time running towards the ropes at full speed, bouncing back off it with an extra springiness to her bounce, and heading back towards Death Bunny's doubled-over body, and especially, her outstretched head and neck. As she ran back, Veronica was having second thoughts of 'lopping off' the head of a fellow bunny. But she still remembers what is at stake in this match: Kousagi-sensei. If she loses... then the Grim Reaper will take him away! So the Executioner has no choice but to commit, even if it's against the true 'Death Bunny' herself!

Once near, Veronica would take a big hop and flex out her two legs, her very own execution tools. The left leg would go up first, followed by her right leg, in a scissoring motion, and the back of her heel on her right foot would deal the execution, trying to smash it squarely at the back of Death Bunny's neck in a scissors kick. The Executioner's most powerful finisher, 'The Guillotine', delivered right on the neck of the Death God herself!

*...tch...shoulda just kept listening to my own damn advice...* D.B. mentally stewed while making steady progress in shuffling back to her hands and knees. The advice she was thinking about in question being her first instinct. Which was to keep Veronica grounded for a more methodical beatdown and by effect keep the momentum of the match at a snail's pace. All to avoid exactly what just happened, which was Veronica turning that uptick in velocity into some Hail Mary offense that would turn the tide of the match back in her favor. D.B's desire to end this match prematurely severely biting her in her backside as she grumbled and groaned through her heady stupor.

It was a weary ascension for D.B. that was made even more troublesome considering that her vision was still scrambled from being spun in place before everything went black with that skull-rattling DDT. But even through her scattered thoughts, there was a burgeoning respect for Veronica beginning to take root. Despite the insane beating the executioner had already taken, she was still bringing the fight back to D.B. and damn near knocking her out in the process. D.B. had to respect that immense strength of will and endurance. But she still didn't have to like her...nor like being tugged back to her feet by means of her purple locks.

D.B. was now gnashing her teeth while squirming in Veronica's fingered grasps. The stinging strain on her scalp and her own lingering disorientation making it rather effortless for Veronica to keep D.B. hunched over before her shorter adversary. Being doubled over like this with her supple backside sticking out was demeaning enough without having to endure Veronica practically heralding her demise, all punctuated with a stiff elbow shot to the back of her neck. One that sent a pained ripple through her spine and left her sagging frame hunched over as if she was in some manner of medieval stockade waiting to be decapitated by the bunny executioner. Someone who was seemingly about to live up to her title...before D.B. would spring to life and snatch Veronica's extended leg in the crook of her arm, with D.B.'s free hand now choking the life out of Veronica by her scrawny neck!!

"You're right...it IS time..." D.B. snarled out directly into Veronica's pale face with a maddened, infuriated, and nigh psychotic glare that had an entire match's worth of bottled up frustration behind it. The adrenaline-fueled bunny reaper than wrapping Veronica's captured limb along with her other leg around D.B.'s waist before than applying a tightened hammerlock to the bunny executioner. A sweaty and muscled front headlock than being applied to haul Veronica off her feet, with several steps than being taken around the ring to showcase the general helpless of the emo chick. It was her turn to feel that stifling sense of dread that came before meeting your maker, D.B. savoring every second before than hopping up and collapsing downward to cause ungodly damage to Veronica's spine, neck, and head for her Midnight Hour finisher!!

As Veronica sent down that leg, her own Guillotine she calls it, towards Death Bunny's neck, she thought that she won at that moment. But she didn't think D.B still had it in her to react in time and block that leg that was dropping downwards towards her unprotected neck with one of her arms. Clearly, she underestimated not only the Grim Reaper's strength, but also her own resilience. After that resounding tornado DDT, surely everything was prepped for this Executioner... But that wasn't true at all, and this poor little bunny was naive about it, her attempted efforts to finish this ending with a tight chokehold applied on her throat.

Both hands desperately rushed up to grab Death Bunny's choking hand and tried to pry them off her throat while her attacking leg continued to remain helplessly hoisted in the air by her opponent's capturing arm. Veronica, cutely, bounced on her free leg, as if she was doing multiple bunny hops, in order to keep herself balanced. And yet, her face was overcame with dread and intense frustration as she looked into the larger bunny girl's enraged eyes, trying to think of something to get out of this predicament. Her teeth tightly gritted against one another, unable to breathe at all as some of her saliva started dripping down the corners of her lips from the intense choking. A black bunny trapped in a sprung net, capturing one of its legs as it dangled in mid-air upside down for the hunters to eventually come for their food. That was Veronica.

However, before she can react defensively, Veronica's captured leg and balancing leg would suddenly be lifted and wrapped around Death Bunny's waist. One of her arms would be restrained in a tight hammerlock that even made the resilient bunny grunt out, and just as the choke was released, she was placed in a front headlock, forcing the emo chick to cough out and clear her throat desperately for a smooth air passage into her lungs. Her free hand wailed around, trying something, anything, to get out of this hold as she was paraded around the ring, helpless to overcome this position with strength or anything else in her arsenal.

Veronica had no choice but to steel herself for another incoming power move, attempting to resist this just so she can keep herself in the match. But just as Death Bunny did her powerful Midnight Hour finisher and landed on her bum, the goth bunny felt an intense shock on her already injured spine, neck, and head, and at the point of impact, her face within the headlock was overcame with shock, her eyes widening as her mouth hung open with an "ACK!" grunt, some more saliva flying out of it. Her body crumbled under the pressure of the move, bending inwards to show an unnatural curve of her spine. A moment after since feeling the actual impact, Veronica's eyes and all of the nerves and senses in her body just completely shut down into a state of consciousness.

The smaller bunny girl's body would spring off the mat right after the curving of her body as if a massive recoil happened, the back of her head, hammerlocked arm and back landing right on the mat in between Death Bunny's spread out legs with such force, her body bounced off the canvas a couple of times. Her face clearly showed her state of unconsciousness to Death Bunny as her body sprung backwards from the impact, even before she had flopped down onto the mat like a lifeless ragdoll. Her head would slowly tilt to the side afterwards, her free arm propped above her head in a sprawled out motion, and everything within her body was completely shut off, her small yet resilient body relaxing as soft as it can ever be.

Despite the fluffy bunny ears and her morbid obsession towards all things of the lagomorphic persuasion, D.B. was perhaps more adept at imitating an altogether different furry critter...and that was a possum. Veronica's swirling tornado DDT having effectively scrambled D.B's mind and left her a rattled mess who was seemingly primed to be put out of her misery. But just as the bunny executioner could endure Last Ride powerbombs, brainbusters, and a Widow's Peak while still miraculously having the wherewithal to put up a decent counter offense...D.B. herself was no slouch when it came to suffering through the most horrendous of agonies before retaliating with her own deathly vengeance.

The look of absolute dread on Veronica's face when she stared into D.B's soulless gaze indicated to the bunny girl that her opponent was perhaps finally getting an idea of just who she was tangling with this entire time...and how royally screwed she was. D.B. feeling every panicked flailing and chortling breath from Veronica after being locked down in her Midnight Hour finisher, all making her appreciate the palpable panic her opponent was coping with. Veronica's scruffy head tucked low in the muscled confines of the front headlock with her twisted arm wrenched behind her and making escape all but an impossibility. There was no better time to parade Veronica around and demonstrate that fact before leaping up and landing with a bounce to her curvy rump to deliver the spine bending exclamation point to her newly practiced finisher.

Stunned and sympathetic grans sounding off in unison from the startled audience earnestly concerned for the immediate well-being of the bikini-clad emo chick. Which should be expected considering the devastating damage just done to her spine, arm, neck, and head all in one hellacious drop. The referee herself even tempted to check on Veronica's seemingly unconscious status before D.B. denied all such attempts by shuffling upwards to straddle Veronica's waist. By crossing one of Veronica's arms over the other across her flattened chest, D.B. would immediately resign herself to attempting her Rest In Peace pin atop the beaten executioner. Veronica now resembling a corpse being led to it's final resting place as D.B. pressed down upon the sweaty and soft corpse of the goth chick. Her eerie and deadened gaze staring straight ahead into the spooked audience as she licked her lips and savored every second of putting this bunny executioner to bed...

"1!"

"2!"

For a long time in a while, Veronica was rendered unconscious from a ferocious move. Her body can be aptly described as a corpse, and it wouldn't be inaccurate at all of that description as her frame remained motionless and even lifeless as she was straddled on her waist and her arms were being crossed over her petite breasts in a Rest In Peace pin. She was clearly breathing, but it was so faint that people may confuse her for being inanimate.

"3!"

With the final count, the bell would ring, singaling the fearsome Death Bunny the victor. And even then, the bikini-clad emo chick remained still in her unconscious state.

D.B.'s preferred method of pinning down her opponent seemed fairly apropos considering the macabre personas at play here. The fuzzy-eared biker lady putting an emphatic exclamation point on this unexpectedly tasking match to the tune of her ominous theme sounding off in the distance. A stilted rise to her feet preceded D.B. having her arm raised by the referee, the bunny girl than cricking her neck to both sides of her shoulders with a wincing groan. D.B. now having the time to acknowledge that the match had devolved into more of an exhibition of Veronica's toughness and endurance than anything else, her own bumps and bruises not comparing in the slightest to what Veronica soldiered on through.

A few seconds passing before D.B. would saunter out of the ring towards Veronica's cherished bunny doll. She than snatched it out of the chair and rolled back inside the ring to stand over the lifeless frame of her fallen foe once more. She studiously examined and stretched out the floppy bunny ears. She had every right to make good on her earlier threat, and take this yellow bunny to add to her private collection...

"........mmm...nah. Not my type." D.B. than casually dropped the stuffed animal besides Veronica's head before turning in place and making her plodding exit of the ring and up the ramp. She breathed a heavy sigh on her way backstage. Some fans in attendance groaning in disappointment from D.B. not making good on her threat, with a decent majority of them applauding her merciful act...