Andrea Ümlaut Vs. Death Bunny

Singles Match
No Disqualifications
Win by Pinfall or Submission.

"Elimination" by Overkill suddenly began to blast through the arena, people getting on their feet, some to boo, others to cheer the arrival of Friction's Metalhead, Andrea Ümlaüt. Wearing camo pants, spiked wristbands, a tight black tank top and matching combat boots, Andrea dragged a cheap, brand new acoustic Guitar behind her on her way to the ring as she couldn't help but fucking bang her head to her theme song that was so fucking thrash.

Andrea slid in the ring with the guitar in hand and raised her arms up, yelling to the crowd as she marched for one side of the ring to the other, waving her gutair around as she waited for the arrival of her opponent. Her last two bouts hadn't gone well but she was confident tonight, things would go all right.

The arena lights dimmed until there was only pitch blackness with sparkling cell phone flashlights dispersed like stars in the night sky. The blaring techno beats of D.B.’s theme sounded off with the bunny-eared one herself marching out to the top of the rap, spotlights illuminating from the ramp as she trudged downwards. She kept her head low and her hands in her trench coat pockets, ignoring the mixed reactions from the bewildered crowd not expecting to see her reappear after having been a ghost for several months.

Deeb’s ascended the steel steps, slipped over the middle ropes, and strode over to her corner to place her wide-brimmed hat and trenchcoat over the metal post, her snug hot pants jeans and white top accentuated her smooth curves. A brief hiatus gave DB time for reflection and introspection, recalling what compelled her to sign on in this league and what her experience has amounted to.

…Nothing.

Nothing tangible. A quirky friendship with a hapless rookie....whatever that meant to her. It gave her pause to wonder why she even stepped back in this god forsaken building only to be paired up with no name middle cards consistently. Maybe she needed one final match to make up her mind as to what the hell she was doing here anyway...needless to say DB's mind was on more introspective thoughts and not on the punk rocker waiting behind her...

Andrea stood patiently as her foe made her entrance, watching the lights dim as the dumb techno played before... A woman in bunny ears appeared marching down the ramp. Andrea blinked before her mouth curled into a wry smile before she busted out laughing.

"Bwahahahaha!!! THIS is my opponent!?" Andrea cackled, This Bunny was a bit Tall, but a stoic gaze and a neat entrance were NOTHING to Andrea, she looked dumb to say the least.

So Andrea confidently leaned back in her corner confidently before the woman stepped into the ring. Andrea rasied the bottom of her guitar towards D.B while pointing it towards her, like a sword.

"Look here, Bunny lady. I bet you think you're like... SOOOO cool with those ears on, but I'm gonna let you know right now, im going to shove those ears and hat right up your stupid ass after I make you choke on my wood!" Andrea announced loudly, referring completely towards her acoustic guitar.

*...Wonder if I should stop by the mechanics to see if those parts I ordered came in. Taking fucking forever with that...* D.B. maintained her dutiful regiment of properly setting up her trench coat and top hat in her corner post, taking a suspiciously long time for her pre-fight ritual this time around...

Her right bunny ear twitched to the side when Andrea made her presence known with that....reeeeally obnoxious laugh, D.B. stopping her motions for a second before going right back to work fumbling something out of her trench coat with a heavy sigh. *This really what I'm reduced to? Handling rotten little puke stains like her?* All the more reason she thought to just throw a smoke pellet and disappear from AFW altogether if this was the caliber of wrestlers they were throwing at her.

"...*sigh*...The ears don't make the woman. It's the other way around. Not everyone has what it takes to rock the ears you know....But enough about that~..." Finally turning back to face Miss Umlaut, DB would unfurl a Louisville Slugger with several dents and cave ins. D.B. would start to march towards Andy with a cold, vacant stare and the worn out bat dragging along next to her and scrapping along the canvas.

"Let's you and me make a little bet. That I can get a better tune out of my instrument than you with that punk ass stratocaster of yours. Pretty sure my wood's gonna be harder to choke down~..."

Andrea's brow would curl in confusion. She swore that bunny ear moved. Odd.

Regardless, she'd stand there, ready to charge with her mighty wooden acoustic axe before she'd see D.B. begin to fish something out of her trenchcoat. Andrea leaned forth and squinted before it was finally revealed to be a beat up, dented Louisville Slugger, watching the cold eyed Bunny march towards her as Andrea looked on with a bit of worry as the woman dragged her weapon down the ring.

Though Andrea found herself scoffing at the woman's words bitterly. "Fuck off, Bunny Rabbit! You're not the hardcore one around here!" Andrea spat as she raised the instrument above her head and charged towards Death Bunny, attempting to slam her weapon down upon the head of her foe!

"...idiot." D.B. narrowed her gaze and continued her imposing stroll towards Andy as if she were a horror movie villain. For Andrea to be so easily unnerved before the bell rang spoke volumes as to how much of a freaking poser she must have been.  Flying off the handle like that and doing something stupid at the first sign of a bigger dog entering the yard, it all cemented D.B.'s first impression that Andrea talked a big game but fell to pieces when the time came back it up...

D.B. read Andrea's movements fairly easily now that she hit the panic button and came charging in with a stupidly predictable overhead guitar swing. Rather than back away DB sidestepped to dodge the telegraphed vertical swing and shockingly actually sprinted towards Andrea when she had the guitar lifted high above her. Clenching her slugger with both hands D.B. intended to rear back and plow the barrel of her bat square into the punk rocker's exposed midriff.

Andrea swung down with all her might as Death Bunny side stepped her, causing Andrea to stumble forth off balance a bit, her eyes going wide as she realized she was open and D.B. was rearing back that bat. There was no time to block or dodge.

"HAAAUUGH!!!" Spit flew from the metalhead's mouth as she was struck, bending over the bat as her eyes and mouth hung open, dropping her weapon as she staggered back, holding her stomach and gasping for air.

D.B. stood in place and coldly stared at her breathless opponent backpedaling to her corner, the bunny girls baseball swing oddly enough chiming in with the clanging of the bell to start the match. Once Andrea's guitar slipped from her grasp Bunny would non-nonchalantly flick her own slugger back over her shoulder towards her corner. Wailing on Andrea just seemed tactless at this point, pitying the punk rocker at that moment as she casually stepped toward her without the slightest hint of urgency.

"Yeah...that's the thing with usin a guitar like that. Jus too damn top heavy and it messes with you're sense of balance when you go for the swing, yah see...Least I won the bet though." D.B. stopped right in front of Andrea after her emotionless advisement, casting a bunny-eared shadow as she surveyed the damage with cold and uncaring eyes.

"C'mon...take your time...deeeeep breaths to settle that diaphragm...that's it." Once Andrea's chortled gasps for air sounded like she was starting to breathe normally again, D.B. would dig her hand into the punk rocker's grimey hair to hold her place while she reared back and attempted a meaty right hook with a clenched fist right to the side of her face.

Andrea gasped while holding her stomach, gritting her teeth as the woman mocked her, wantin g badly to silence her before suddenly her hair was grasped.

"Ngh...nhh..." She winced from the tight, scalp burning grip, shutting her eyes then opening them to see Death Bunny's fist come crashing across her face.

"AUUGH!!!" Andrea cried as her head whipped to the side with a mistake of spit ejecting from her mouth. Her eyes crossing as her legs wobbled. "F-Fuck.."

With closed fists now a distinctly satisfying option with the No DQ rule in effect, D.B.s fist would have felt something akin to a slightly less impactful brick plowing against Andrea's cheek. Bunny herself would reach out and clasp onto the punk rocker's black shirt to hold her steady when it seemed like she was gonna keel over right then and there. Despite whatever disdain Bunny may have had towards her, Andrea earned some modicum of respect for at least taking the hit and still keep standing...relatively.

With both of her hands now fastened around her neck in a strangling and vice-like grip, D.B. would hoist Andrea into the air with a guttural snarl in an elevated double handed choking position. The entirety of her muscled frame tightened to maintain this display of power for as long as humanly possible, seconds ticking by as D.B.'s deadened gaze never left the pained expressions on the punk rocker's face throughout the hold.

"You're about as hardcore as a basket of kittens, Andy..." Savoring each second she could squeeze out of schooling Andrea and putting the screws to someone as cocky as her made the strain on her body less taxing, D.B. eventually strolling towards the turnbuckle behind Andrea to attempt to hurl her backwards to land spine first against the top turnbuckle...