Bunny Bomber vs. Bomber Kishima ~Bombs Away!~

Standard Match
Winning Conditions: Pinfall, Submission or Knockout




Bunny Bomber paced slowly back and forth across the canvas of the ring, listening to the sound of the crowd around her as her music began to die down. It had been far too long since she had gotten to set foot in the AFW's wrestling ring, far far too long for her tastes. She hadn't gotten to fight since her match against another wannabe bunnygirl last summer, and she could already feel her heart beating faster in anticipation of the match ahead of her. She was excited, though the crowd didn't seem to share her sentiments, the former model already getting a few boos and jeers from the crowd.

She didn't mind though. She wasn't here for them, she was here for herself, and if the morons in the audience wanted to boo her, they could go ahead and boo her. They would shut up once they saw her kick the ass of whatever nobody she was fighting tonight.

She hopped over to her corner, lifting her arms up above her head as she began to do a few light, easy stretches, keeping her body limber as she watched the entrance to the arena, waiting anxiously to see just who she'd be facing tonight...

Several seconds of silence passes after Bunny Bomber’s music faded out. And within moments a low, chant-like voice began to sound out, followed by a bell. A second bell followed seconds later, before a sudden blast of electric guitar filled the arena as Blow Me Away by Breaking Benjamin played. And right then, someone the fans here in Tokyo hadn’t seen in years stepped through the curtain and onto the stage: former Wrestle Angels world champion, “Bomber” Kishima.



“Miss Big Bang” stood there with a bright grin, taking a moment to enjoy herself as she was greeted with a rather large ovation - from those in the audience familiar with Wrestle Angles, anyway. And she then walked down the aisle and ascended the steel stairs before stepping through the ropes and entering the ring, holding a fist high in the air as she entered. She hadn’t stepped into the ring in front of an audience like this since the Angels had gone out of business. Far too long, in her opinion.

Moving to the center of the ring, the violet-haired bruiser’s grin remained in tact as she looked at her opponent. “Hey there. Long time no see.” she said, before holding out her hand to offer a handshake before the match started. “Lets make it a good one.”

Bunny waited anxiously in her corner, waiting to see who she'd be beating tonight. She found herself surprised when she finally got her answer. She had not been expecting another Wrestle Angel to be hitting the ring with her, and she definitely wasn't expecting Bomber Kishima of all people to be making her way to the ring. The bunnygirl's eyes widened in surprise, her eyebrows lifting upwards as she watched the woman make her way to the ring, but her surprise didn't last long, her expression soon twisting into a wide, sly grin.

This was perfect. Bunny had been on a roll with her last few matches, and she couldn't think of a better way to keep it going then to beat down one of her fellow Wrestle Angels, especially a former champion like Kishima, especially on her big debut into the AFW. Her grin grew wider and her thoughts more devious as the violet-haired bruiser slipped into the ring, and as she moved towards the center of the mat, Bunny stepped out of her corner to meet her.

She smiled sweetly at Kishima's greeting, but when the woman extended her hand, Bunny couldn't help but scoff. She lowered her eyes down towards Kishima's hand, then back up to her face, thinking her fellow Angel to be quite naive and all together too friendly towards her.

Bunny finally lifted her own hand up, but not to meet Kishima's in a handshake. Instead, it rose higher, the former model quickly going for a hard, suddenly slap against the woman's cheek, hoping to catch her off-guard and by surprise with the sudden, cheap shot!

Offering a handshake wasn’t something Kishima had done with all her opponents before matches. Although, considering the similar background shared between her and Bunny, she thought perhaps a display of sportsmanship and respect them wouldn’t be a farfetched thing to imagine to kick the match off. But just when she thought Bunny’s hand was coming up to shake hers, *SLAP!* A nice, red hand print formed on Kishima’s face as it suddenly jerked to the side from the cheap shot.

Welcome to the big leagues.

The crowd initially gave a unanimous gasp in shock as the saw it, though a chorus of boos quickly followed their surprised reaction. Kishima pulled back her hand and clicked her tongue. But though the slap caught her by surprise, the violet haired powerhouse still had a grin on her face.

It was pretty obvious to the ref there wasn’t going to be any need to wait any longer for a potential handshake, so she called for the bell to get the match officially started. “So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh? Fine by me!” Kishima said, lunging forward and hurling her right forearm forward, aiming to blast Bunny with a heavy shot right in her pretty face!

Bunny smirked, as her face struck against Kishima's face, watching as the woman's head jerked to the side. She heard the crowd's boos, and she basked in them. She relished them. She didn't care if they hated her. She wasn't here for them, she was here for herself, to kick ass and look good doing it.

And from the look of surprise on Kishima's face, she was off to a good start.

Her smirk turned into a grin as Kishima yelled back at her, and when the bell rang and the Wrestle Angel came lunging in with her big right punch, Bunny would duck away, dancing to the side and firing off a taunt towards the woman.

"Too slow, Kishima~?" She laughed at the woman, giving her hips a quick wiggle from side to side. "I can't make kicking your ass look good if you're not even going to try!"

Another powerhouse might’ve been more interested in trading strikes with Kishima and seeing which side could throw them harder. But someone of Bunny’s size and quickness would’ve been foolish not to use their speed to their advantage. And clearly, this Bunny was no fool.

Kishima’s forearm sailed right through the air, missing Bunny as the pretty girl ducked and danced away from it. A swing and a miss. And as the purple haired warrior’s momentum carried her forward, she caught hold of the top rope to stop herself, and her expression reflected the mild irritation that ran through her as she turned and saw her foe taunting her.

“You won’t be kicking anyone’s ass if you keep running away like that.” she retorted, before starting to circle her foe. Lunging out and striking wasn’t likely to get anything done yet, so she’d gradually inch closer to Bunny while holding her hands up to try to initiate a lockup. But at the same time, she kept a cautious eye following the girl’s movements in case a change of plan was needed.

"Who said I'm running away~?" Bunny taunted again, taking a quick hop back towards Kishima as the woman raised her hands towards her. She snickered, and lifted her own hands in return, coming in quick towards the powerhouse to meet her in the lock-up.

"I'm just getting warmed up, that's all!"

As soon as their hands met, Bunny began to push again Kishima, wanting to feel out the woman's strength personally. She could tell just from looking that the violet-haired Angel was stronger then her, but she wanted to get a first-hand taste of that strength for herself, wanting to know just what she was dealing with here.

“Well hurry up with it, would you? Can’t make kicking your ass look good if you’re not even trying.” Kishima retorted, throwing Bunny’s own taunt right back in her face as she went in for the lockup. She knew there were several ways her foe could’ve approached this situation, and she was glad she decided to come in and test her strength. If Bunny wanted to get a taste of it, Kishima certainly wasn’t going to object.

Turning them until there was a corner behind each of them, the violet-haired powerhouse then kicked it into gear and attempted to drive the smaller girl back quickly as possible, in an attempt to smash her up against the turnbuckles and hold her against them. Of course if she got Bunny there she wouldn’t be able to hold her there for too long, as the ref would likely be stepping in to tell her to back off. But she’d still try to keep the girl cornered as long as she could before dealing with that.

Oh yes. Kishima was just as strong as Bunny remembered.

Her smile quickly faded from her face as Kishima began to power forward, driving her backwards until she had struck against the turnbuckle. Her body jerked, and a frown crossed her face, but she kept straining against Kishima, straining to push her back even as she was kept trapped against the corner.

"Nn...s-still as strong as ever..." she hissed through clenched teeth, glaring coldly towards the bigger, stronger woman. She was trapped, but it didn't seem like Kishima was doing much besides keeping her there, and right on schedule the referee stepped in, starting to yell at the powerhouse to back off from the bunnygirl.

Just as planned, Kishima managed to plow forward and send Bunny’s back crashing into the turnbuckles. And though she felt the girl pushing back against her, this was a matter of strength, and she knew Bunny wasn’t going to be going anywhere just yet. And she grinned once again at her foe’s comment.

“Heh. You know it.” She replied. Kishima may not’ve been in the ring for a major match since the Angels disbanded, but she hadn’t just been slacking off since then either. She’d continued to work out just as much as ever, and her body was every bit as fit now as it had been during her best days with Wrestle Angels.

But within seconds of getting Bunny against the corner, the ref came in and started the warning count for Kishima to back away. “One! Two! Three!” “Alright, alright already!” she called to the ref, taking her hands off of Bunny and slowly starting to pull them away. However, she’d then suddenly swing her right hand to aim a powerful knife edge chop right at the top of Bunny’s chest! If it found its mark, the strike would be a nice bit of payback for the slap at the start of the match.