Bunny Bomber vs. Bomber Kishima ~Bombs Away!~

Bunny's body shivered at the sound of Kishima's roar, the model slowly raising her head up, looking towards Kishima. That...that wasn't good. She sounded pissed, and Bunny knew that meant trouble.

Still trying to shake off her daze from the headbutt, Bunny was unable to stop Kishima as she was yanked back up to her feet, feeling a cold chill run down her spine as the former Angel threw her own words back at her. She opened her mouth, to fire a sarcastic response back at Kishima, but the grappler was having none of it. Before Bunny knew it, she went flying towards the ropes, completely out of control.

She slammed into it, and went rebounding straight back towards Kishima, her bunny ears flopping about and her comically huge chest bouncing uncontrollably as she ran straight back towards Kishima. It was almost a hilarious sight, but Bunny wasn't finding anything funny about her situation, closing her eyes tight as she raced back towards her foe.

There were some giggles and catcalls heard through the audience as the voluptuous bunny girl was sent into an involuntary sprint. But Kishima wasn’t laughing, nor was she focused in any way on Bunny’s almost goofy appearance right now. It was time to really start making the model pay for irritating the violet haired bruiser.

Once Bunny was close, Kishima extended her hands out to the girl’s waist and attempted to toss her fellow ex-Angel straight up into the air! And while her foe was descending, she’d turn so she could catch Bunny over her shoulder before attempting to fall forward and drive the model down onto the mat with a powerslam!

Rabbits could jump, and hop, but Bunny had rarely heard of one flying before. When Kishima caught her, tossing her up into the air like she weighed nothing, she ex-Angel could barely believe it, sailing straight upwards and then dropping like a rock back down.

There was nothing she could do to stop what was coming, and she knew it. She kept her eyes shut tight, fully understanding what kind of position she was in, bracing her body to try and soften the impact, but nothing could have prepared her for what was to come.

Kishima caught her quite handily, and drove her down into the canvas, slamming her down with nothing but authority and utmost power. Bunny's entire body spasmed as she struck the mat, jerking beneath of Kishima, then went nearly still, the former model offering nothing but the slightest of writhing to show that she was still alive.

The impact of Bunny’s body colliding with the mat was thunderous, inciting a wave of awestruck cheers from the audience. Kishima immediately picked herself back up, while the energy of the crowd only seemed to feed her rushing adrenaline even more! And as she looked down at the battered model, she felt the end was in sight. But she wasn’t going to go for a pin just yet. She still had one more surprise in store for her fellow ex-Angel.

Kishima’s lips spread into a grin, and she held out her right arm while grabbing onto her elbow pad with her left hand, then slowly peeled it off before flinging it into the crowd and raising her right fist high into the air. Everyone familiar with her from the Wrestle Angels days started rising to their feet in anticipation, realizing Kishima was signaling that she was about to attempt one of her famous lariats!

Crouching a bit while keeping her fist raised, the violet haired bruiser grabbed onto Bunny’s hair to guide her back up to her feet. And as soon as she was near a vertical base once again, Kishima would take off into the ropes and bounce back into a sprint right toward Bunny, before hurling her right arm forward in an attempt to blast the model with her Napalm Lariat finisher!

The sensation of Kishima grabbing her hair, pulling on it to guide Bunny back onto her feet, was more then enough to bring the former Angel out of her daze. She whimpered weakly, her hands vainly pawing at Kishima's wrists, trying to weaken the woman's grip on her hair, but it was no good. She was back up, and whatever was coming next, she knew wouldn't be good.

When Kishima let her go, however, she breathed a short sigh of relief, but her relief didn't last long. Her vision was still blurry, and she felt dizzy, her legs wobbling beneath her. She staggered in place, blinking several times to try to clear her vision, and managed to do so just in time to see Kishima rushing back towards her.

Boom.

She didn't have time to react. She didn't have time to move, or even panic, or even cry out. Before her mind could figure out what exactly was about to happen, it was too late. Kishima's arm smashed Bunny squarely in her pretty face, taking the woman off of her feet and sending her head over heels to the mat. She landed with a crash, sprawling out on her back, her arms and legs spreading wide to the sides. She was done, and the crowd knew it, the audience cheering and screaming even louder then before for the returning ex-Angel.

The only thing in the arena rivaling the explosiveness of Kishima’s lariat was the reaction of the crowd when it hit. God, how she’d missed that sound. Since the end of Wrestle Angels, the Napalm Lariat had appeared at a few relatively small indy shows, but nothing with an audience even close to a size like this. Now the move that had brought her fame with the Angels had finally been introduced to the AFW fans, and seemingly in flawless fashion as it had left Bunny motionless on the mat.

With a grin still plastered on her features, Kishima dropped down to lay across Bunny’s upturned chest while reaching out to hook one of her legs for the pin. At this point, it only seemed like a formality. Bunny was out like a light, and one that didn’t seem likely to turn back on any time soon. But that didn’t take away even slightly from the joy running through Kishima as the ref knelt down and slapped the mat to count the pin.

“ONE...!”

“TWO...!”

Kishima was right. Bunny was out, and wasn't going to be coming back to the waking world anytime soon. She barely stirred beneath Kishima, not even a moan or a groan passing through her lips as the bigger woman covered her, the referee counting the pin.

"THREE...!"

The bell rang once the three count was completed, and Kishima immediately climbed off of Bunny and stood back up as her music once again filled the arena. The violet haired bruiser smiled brightly as the ref came over to raise her hand, declaring her the winner in her AFW debut! She then quickly made her way over to the nearest corner and climbed onto the second rope, proudly raising both fists in the air while basking in the cheers of the crowd.

The moment felt simply surreal. A part of her had thought she’d never experience the same kind of rush that had given her so much joy through the glory days with Wrestle Angels. But tonight that thought was completely dispelled. Why she’d waited so long to do this, she had no clue. But that didn’t matter. She was here now, and ready to pick up where she’d left off with the Angels.

As she climbed down from the corner, Kishima had to grab onto the ropes and hunch over for a bit to catch her breath. Adrenaline had carried her through that big offensive flurry at the end, but Bunny damn sure hadn’t made this match easy for her. Clearly she really had improved quite a bit since their last clash several years ago. But despite being winded, Kishima had some things on her mind she wanted to say. And after taking a moment to catch her breath, she nodded over to the announcers’ table while holding out a hand.

“Hey. Give me a mic.” she said, still breathing fairly heavy as she stood and waited for someone to bring a microphone over to her.

By the time the referee went to get a microphone for Kishima, Bunny finally started to come to. Her eyes fluttered open, and she stared up towards the lights, barely believing what had just happened. Kishima had beaten her! That rusty musclehead had managed to bring her down!

The thought was infuriating to Bunny. She wanted to say something, to do something about the loss, but she was tired, and she was sore, and hurting, and it felt like she had just been hit by a bag of bricks. She knew better then to try anything in this kind of a position, so as much as she wanted to, she decided to make her escape.

With a deep breath to calm her nerves, she rolled over, and crawled towards the ropes. Without wasting a moment, she slid out of the ring, dropping onto her feet and started to head towards the ramp, to make her exit.

Halfway up the ramp, though, she looked back over her shoulder, towards the ring, and stare towards Kishima. This wasn't over between them! She was going to have her payback for tonight, no matter how long it took her to get it!

With a final sneer at her hated fellow Angel, she turned back to the ramp and stepped up the remainder of it's length, passing through the curtains and into the backstage, out of sight and out of mind of the cheering audience.

Kishima took the mic in her hand when it was given to her, then glanced over at the ramp to see Bunny sneering at her before taking her leave. It was perfectly obvious the model wasn’t happy about what had happened tonight, but she’d just have to deal with it. As for Kishima, she had an audience to address.

Taking a few steps out to the middle of the ring as her music faded out again, Kishima smiled while looking around at the thousands of fans in attendance. Chants of “KI-SHI-MA! KI-SHI-MA!” again soon started to ring out in the arena momentarily, and the victorious bruiser took it all in, waiting until it died down before lifting the mic to her mouth to speak.

“Arigatou gozaimashita!” she said, taking a bow as a fresh wave of cheers rolled in, before standing straight and continuing. “Sorry it took so long, but DAMN it feels good to finally be standing here, in an AFW ring!” Again she waited out the brief cheers that resulted. “From the sound of it, seems like a bunch of you already know me. Must be a few Wrestle Angels fans out there, huh? Well for those of you seeing me for the first time, let me introduce myself... My name is Bomber Kishima! Once upon a time, I was a Wrestle Angel. But today marks a new, fresh start. As of tonight, I’m an AFW girl! This is my new home!” she said, inciting another loud round of roars from the crowd.

“And to all the girls in the back,” she said, turning to face the entranceway. “if any of you think for a second I’m just gonna ride the Angels’ legacy to get by here, you’re dead wrong. I’m here to compete. I’m here to fight! I’m here to take on the best this company has to throw at me! I’m gonna battle my way through the ranks here with everything I’ve got. And if there’s anyone who’s got a problem with that, good luck trying to stop me.”

With that, Kishima tossed the microphone down, and grinned while making her way to the nearest corner. And while the fans cheered, she climbed up to the middle rope again and threw her fist back in the air, wanting to enjoy this celebration for as long as she could.