[Debut] Lucy Kage Vs Bunny Bomber [Standard Match]

Lucy (girl on left):

Bunny Bomber:

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So this was it. Lucy’s AFW debut. Once confirmation of the matchup had come through, Lucy didn’t hesitate to call her parents to tell them the news of what had happened. She had of late began to feel like she was drifting form her parents somewhat, both being successful wrestlers, everyone was on the road all the time. It never really felt like a family, even when she was growing up. Everyone was too busy travelling, or constructing the new ring in the new arena to really worry about hanging out. Lucy had somewhat foolishly thought that moving away to the otherside of the planet might help her get over that sense of family isolation, the reality is it had made oh so much worse; in a foreign country, with no friends, against opponents she had never heard, or seen before. While Lucy relished the challenge, she couldn’t help but think that all of this was meaningless if her parents weren’t there to watch her. Infact, this would be the first match in her career where her parents were not present. Due to them all wrestling on the same show, they got to travel together all the time, so everyone watched each other’s matches.

The way the AFW conducted their matches was completely alien to her too. She was used to being told pretty much on the night who she was fighting. At the AFW it seemed they were much more organised when it came to co-ordination of matches. Though every girl seemed to be free to do what she liked, within reason of course, matches were schedlueded into the shows almost weeks in advance. At least it gave Lucy time to prepare for this moment.

Backstage Lucy, was pacing back and forth in the locker room, trying to get herself into the mood for the fight. Lucy, hadn't worn the full attire for a while, the thigh length leather boots and leggings along with the long leather gloves were the most awkward. But they did help add to that badass vibe that Lucy liked to give off. The skull and flames bra was a simple piece of clothing, if not a little bit revealing along with her tight and lacey bikini bottoms, both sides only held together by two small laces of fabric. With her attire in place, the only thing she had left to do was put in her contacts. Inserting the red contacts into her eyes Lucy blinked several times to settle them in.

There was no denying that she was going to have to go out now. And despite the build up of nerves that were simmering in the back recess of her mind, she had to do this. Lucy began to walk out towards the entrance ramp, her body pumping up with some excitement, jumping on the balls of her feet. She could hear the crowd cheering, the energy from the cheering was immense, and she was still backstage. The various members of the backstage crew were getting into position, prepping everything for entrance.

The lights would go out in the arena, encasing the audience and ring in complete darkness. A rumbling bass riff would start to play from the speakers, low and dark almost sounding like the low humming of a chopper motorbike. After being encased, or more like shrouded in the darkness for roughly ten seconds, a lone spotlight would turn on, illuminating a circle of the ground between the entrance and the ring. A single spotlight, a lone ray of light. But it was empty. Nothing was there. The audience would murmur in confusion quietly, was something wrong? Before they could ponder too long, a second spotlight appeared now, a further circle of light had emerged merely half a metre from the last, lighting up the bottom part of the ramp. Still nothing. A second later a third light appeared and a forth seconds later, each one illuminating a circle, climbing up the ramp towards the entrance stage. There was only one area left to light, and that was the entrance itself. But no light came. Not to start with. The low rumbling bass had continued purring from the speakers, shaking the speakers insides due to the low vibration it was creating. For a further five seconds, nothing was happening. This was one way to build suspense.

At last Lucy would appear to the crowd. The final spotlight; positioned directly above the entrance way turned on, revealing the black and red aired figure looking down at the floor. She wouldn’t do much for the first second, but eventually she lifted her head, looking directly at the ring, not acknowledging the crowd around her. Her eyes were filled with bloodlust, if looks could kill; this is what it would look like. Lucy would start to walk forward, her pace slow, her strides long. Her shoulders were swaying intimidatingly as she walked forward. As she walked out of the range of the first spotlight and into the brief step of darkness between lights, the light behind her changed from the pristine and pure white to a dark shade of blood red. This pattern followed her down the ramp, light and hope, turning into darkness and blood; a sign of the storm that was about to come.

The crowd, didn’t truly know how to react to this dark entrance. A fair few cheered, but not as loud as they once did or would for another wrestler. Paralysed with fear was what Lucy would put it down to. She didn’t even want to think of the possibility of the crowd not liking her persona. Passing the final spotlight, the ramp now engulfed with red, Lucy would march over to the steel steps, taking a second to give a blood thirsty look out to the crowd. Turning round once more Lucy would enter the ring by climbing up the outside of the turnbuckle until she was at the top, balancing her feet she began to stand, and hold there, arms spread out like a crucifix. Her head was bent back, staring at the ring lights as she absorbed the crowds energy.  Then just as quick as she had risen from the turnbuckle she came down; her body falling forwards, arms still spread out, head looking up, falling into the unknown. At the last minute, Lucy pulled in her arms, bent her head inwards rather than outwards and transitioned into a roll, and then sprung back up onto her feet looking at the crowds. Now the crowd was cheering. That was something they liked. Taking a second to draw a breath and recompose herself, the leather and skull clad chick would finally turn around and walk over to her corner, leaning against the turnbuckle casually. Her legs were cross at the ankles and her muscles were relaxed and calm. She didn’t need to be prepared or worried. Nothing this league could throw at her was going to faze or challenge her in the slightest. So why bother?

At this point all Lucy did was wait for opponent. To see who the AFW had chosen to be her first opponent. The ref handed Lucy a mic to speak, and Lucy just held onto it, letting her arm fall absently to her side, mic in hand. She didn’t need to say anything. Her entrance had done the talking.

Luckily for Lucy (or perhaps unluckily, depending on one's point of view), the newcomer to the AFW wouldn't have to wait long for her opponent to arrive.

As Lucy settled into her corner of the ring, her music began to fade out and was soon being replaced by a different song, a more upbeat electronic tune. It was bouncier, it was faster, and at the sound of it's opening notes the crowd began to stir. They knew who the music was supposed to belong to, but the greater portion of the audience was in doubt. The woman in question hadn't been seen in the AFW in months, almost a year in fact. Could this really be her? Was she really set to make a return tonight?

The lights of the arena grew dark again as the driving beat of the song kept going, the speakers of the arena pounding as the techno beat continued to blast into the crowd. Soon, a pair of bright spotlights flashed on, racing across the entrance to the arena for several long moments before finally converging together atop the entrance stage at the top of the ramp. There, standing in the center of the spotlights with her head held high and a playful smirk trailing across her lips, was none other than Bunny Bomber. She was back, and she couldn't have been happier about it.

Bunny had been away from the ring for quite some time. After her last few matches, which included a devastating loss to a fellow Wrestle Angel and a few easy squashes against lesser opponents, the model-turned-boxer-turned wrestler had decided to take some time off. She needed a vacation. She needed a chance to rest, and to heal some light injuries, and just in general she wanted some time to herself. The month she had initially taken eventually turned into two months though, and then three, and then on and on after that. It wasn't entirely her fault, however. AFW management had decided to keep her sidelined and out of the ring for a while after she had returned. They had her doing some promo work and some special public appearances, but for their own reasons, they had kept her out of the ring and out of action.

Until tonight.

Finally, Bunny had been cleared and was being allowed back into the ring, and she was ecstatic about it. It had been too long since she had stepped into the ring. It had been too long since she had gotten to go toe-to-toe with another woman, since she had gotten to watch her opponent reeling from her fists, to feel another wrestler shudder and weaken while she wrapped them up nice and tight in her arms and legs...

Oh yeah. She was definitely looking forward to this, and judging from the sound of the crowd erupting into cheers around her, so were they. Bunny had never been the most popular woman in the company, partially due to her bitchiness and her foul attitude, and partially because of her cheap, dirty fighting style. The bunnygirl still had her fans though, and she was popular enough that after so long away, the AFW's audience was pleased to see her. They roared, they cheered, and they yelled, as Bunny stood in the middle of the merged spotlights, one arm bent behind her head and her hips jutted out to the side in what she felt was a confident, sexy pose.

After several more long seconds of maintaining her pose atop the entrance ramp, Bunny lowered her arm, and began the long walk down the ramp towards the ring. She kept her held head high, and every step she took was measured, precise, and just brimming with her usual confidence. She felt like a million bucks. She felt radiant. She knew that every eye in the arena was upon her, and she knew that she had everyone's attention. And why shouldn't she? She was (in her own head at least) one of the greatest women to every step foot into the AFW's ring. She was one of the best, and she was definitely the best looking.

Bunny was wearing, as usual, her dark pink bunnygirl outfit, outlined in ruffles along the top and held up by a long strap leading upwards and around her neck. She wore the same old wrestling boots she had always wore, and her thick, strong legs were covered in her favorite style of fishnet stockings. Completing the look, of course, was her bunny-eared headband, fit snuggled across her scalp, and held in place by a pair of unseen hairpins. It was the same outfit she had always worn in the ring, and she couldn't imagine wearing anything different at this point, especially on a night like tonight, a night that she had planned on being her big return to the ring.

As Bunny moved down the ramp, the twin spotlights following her all the while, the audience continued to whistle and cheer for her, though as usual there were a few boos and jeers slung her way too. It wasn't anything she hadn't dealt with before though. At this point in her career, she welcomed the boos. The one-time model enjoyed soaking them in and then seeing the looks on her hater's faces when she won her matches, just as she planned on doing tonight.

God, it felt good to be back!

That was the thought running through Bunny's mind as she finally neared the ring. She stepped up to it, and raised one hand, letting her fingers trail along the top of the apron as she moved down the length of the ring, heading to the steel stairs leading up into it. She took this stairs with a practiced, measured grace, and once she reached the top of them, she bent over, slowly lifting one leg and then the other as she passed through the ropes and into the ring proper.

Once inside, her music began to fade out, and the lights slowly began to brighten once more. Bunny raised up to her full height once she had passed through the ropes, and looked towards Lucy, wanting to finally get a good look at her opponent. She let her eyes trace down the rookie's body, sizing her up from head to toe, and then back up again, meeting Lucy's gaze for just a brief second before looking away again. She seemed okay, at first glance. Tall, with a fit, athletic body. She had a decent look to her. Bunny almost wanted to be impressed by the newcomer. There was just one problem.

That outfit. Bunny didn't know whether to laugh or cry at how hideous she thought it looked. The skulls and the flames came across as just so tacky to her! Regardless of how good this girl was in the ring, it was obvious to Bunny that she didn't know the first thing about dressing herself.

After her music had completely died out and Bunny was done looking over Lucy, she turned towards the ropes, first taking a step towards them and then leaning over them once she had reached them. She gestured for an official to bring her a microphone, and once she had it, she turned back around, raising it to her lips as she moved towards the center of the ring. She began to speak, while using her free hand to motion for Lucy to come and meet her.

"Hey, you!" She began, still smirking as she called towards Lucy. "I don't think I've seen you around here before. Did they drag you and that awful bikini out of a Hot Topic's dumpster?" Her lips widened, turning her smirk into a full grin, and a rather cruel one at that.

"It doesn't matter. Either way, I plan on beating you down tonight like the filthy piece of trash that you are!"

With that said, Bunny lowered her microphone, and lifted both arms to her chest, folding them across her generous, ample bosom, waiting patiently to see how Lucy would respond.

Lucy didn’t have to wait long for Bunny to make her entrance into the arena. Lucy had been curious the whole time as to who the AFW had paired her against. She was expecting it to be some sort of bald-headed cage fighter, standing at 6ft2 of something like that. Given that Lucy had a history of hardcore matches and rather brutal fights at times, she wasn’t expecting the woman who actually came out. Bunny didn’t look like a hardcore fighter. She didn’t even look like a normal wrestler. In Lucy's eyes the only thing this woman was good for was the hentai league. Her music just helped confirm it; more suited to a strip club than a wrestling ring.

Lucy hated Bunny already, the way she stood at the top of the ramp, hand resting behind the back of her head and her hip pointed out. It made Lucy almost want to charge out of the ring and attack her now. If this sort of thing had gone on in her previous league that is exactly what she would have done. But this was a new place and she was the newcomer. It was a wise idea to behave, at least for a little while before moving onto her more normal routine. She just couldn’t help but give a small Snarl as she watched the woman enter. It seemed silly but Lucy could already tell that her and Bunny were most certainly not going to get along. Their styles clashed and there was no doubt that their personalities were going to as well; in a  colossal explosion of fire and blood.

As Bunny made her way closer and closer to the ring, Lucy just stayed relaxed in her corner. While she was a little frustrated there was little to no point in letting it out while Bunny wasn’t in the ring. Better to just bottle it up for the perfect chance to let it rip. Finally, Bunny was approaching the ring now and it just a few moments she would be able to get her hands on her bunny ears and rip them from her head. She could see the way that Bunny was trying her up, sizing her, deciding if she was a threat or not. She had a feeling that Bunny was going to dismiss her as some sort of street punk bully. But her time would come soon. Oh so soon enough.

Shortly after entering Bunny was given a microphone and began her verbal assault. While Lucy was still leaning again the ring post, casually looking bored towards Bunny, inside she was fuming. The words that Bunny was using was riling Lucy’s cage. How dare she say that about her outfit. She had spent the best part of a year perfecting it. No. Lucy wouldn’t let it stand. So while Bunny ushered her to come closer, Lucy defiantly stayed against the ring post, refusing to move. After the rude Bunny had finished talking the crowd cheered and jibed. They enjoyed listening to trash talk, and Bunny did seem good at it. Sadly however, Lucy cared not for it.

Bowing her head slightly, the bangs of her finger hiding her eyes, she bought the mic that had been lazily held in her hand up to her lips. ”Really?! Really? That is quite rich coming from playboy bunny slut” With that she dropped the mic back down, lifting her head back up with a smirk. At that point Lucy took a single small step forward, pushing her body off the turnbuckle and allowing her to posture up correctly. The match still hadn’t begun yet, but that didn’t bother Lucy in the slightest. Nothing like starting early. With her hand still tightly wrapped around the microphone, Lucy swung her arm back behind her back before suddenly and violent swinging it forward, releasing the mic in a throw aiming for Bunny’s face. The mic would hurt of course, that was the whole point. Plus the feedback would hurt everyone’s ears. That was the distraction though. Once the mic was out of her hand, Lucy was running towards Bunny. Lucy was never one for flashy attacks, but in this case she wanted to make an exception, to prove a point.

If Lucy got her way then the way then there be hardly a second between her attack and the mic hit. The attack in question was about to arrive, as Lucy had closed the shirt but still sizable distance between the two of them. When she was in striking range, Lucy slowed down slightly and raised her left foot, swinging it around and pivoting on her right foot as it came to a halt. The left leg would continue arcing outwards, going nice and high as Lucy aimed her foot towards the side of Bunny’s had in a rather nasty spinkick. After the impact, Lucy would bring her foot down, hardly expecting Bunny to still be on her feet. At that point the bell would ring and the fight would start proper. And somehow, Lucy had already gotten the first strike in. She had out done herself. She was quite proud of it. What a way to introduce yourself to the AFW crowd. And it seemed the crowd had agreed with her. While some were booing because of the sneaky Mic attack, the majority of the crowd were behind her. That was to be expected though. Fans loved it when a Heel did a dirty move to another heel.

Ah, there it was already. The look that Bunny saw in Lucy's eyes as she stared her down was one that the pink-haired woman had seen many, many times before in her career. It was a familiar sight, one that was almost comforting at this point. It was the look of a woman who had already decided not to take Bunny seriously, the look of someone that had set it in their mind already that the bunnygirl was just a joke, a pushover better suited for anything but wrestling.

Bunny honestly didn't mind it. She didn't care if other wrestlers thought that about her the first time they fought. She always proved them wrong in the end, and even when she lost, it was rare that her opponents didn't start taking her seriously afterwards. This new girl would be no different, she decided. Bunny would take her down, ruin her big debut, and show her who was in charge in this ring, in this arena.

She tilted her head slightly towards the side as Lucy lifted her microphone to her lips, wondering what the girl had to say in response to her insult. She listened closely, ready to take in Lucy's words...but then, she heard the one word she hated more than any other. Slut.

Bunny twitched rather visibly at the sound of the word, her lips turning downwards as her grin dropped from her face. Bunny absolutely hated the word slut. She hated being called a slut. She was a serious, real competitor in this company, and despite her appearance she had a solid as fuck win record to her name. She was proud of her victories and her career, and she was not about to let some nobody newcomer call her a slut in front of the entire audience!

When Lucy took a step forward, Bunny followed suit with a step of her own. She lifted her own microphone back up to her lips, narrowing her eyes towards the darker-haired girl as she began to answer her with a nasty reply of her own.

"Now listen here, you worthless little piece of sh--NNG!"

Unfortunately for Bunny, she was cut off as Lucy's microphone flew threw the air, slamming into the front of her face. Bunny barely had time to react as the improvised weapon found it's mark. Her head snapped backwards, her eyes wide with surprise as she dropped her own microphone, taken completely by surprise by Lucy's attack. Then, before Bunny even had a chance to recover or realize what was going on, the newcomer launched her second attack, and her swift, deadly kick found it's mark too, Lucy's boot slamming nice and hard into the side of the bunnygirl's skull.

With a rather loud and rather pained cry, Bunny went stumbling to the side, the force of the kick enough to spin her around away from Lucy. She took two staggered steps forward, then began to fall towards the mat, landing on her hands and knees as the referee called for the bell to get the match started properly. Bunny stayed there for a moment, gritting her teeth in pain as she remained on her hands and knees, then stubbornly began to rise again, not even really realizing that her back was now turned to Lucy.

Lucy astutely observed the face of the Bunny woman as she called her a slut. She could see the smirk fall right of her face, and that confident insulting manner of hers changed into something much darker. So, Lucy had already made a mental note on her file about this bunny. Calling her slut is something she doesn’t like. That was something that she could use against the woman. It was at this point that Lucy began to think about whether the AFW was taking her seriously. Looking at the woman in front of her, it wasn’t the tough match she envisioned, and she was far from impressed with her adversary. The only sort of consolation she could take away from this was an easy win. She would at least win her debut and from there she could springboard into tougher matches.

When the mic hit Bunny in the face, the feedback loop was worth the ear pain. It was a signal to herself and to the rest of this arena that this hardcore chick in leather, skulls and flames was to be taken seriously. Extremely seriously. Lucy was expecting Bunny to fall flat onto the canvas with the power of her kick yet to her surprise and perhaps the audience surprise too, the Bunny refused to fall, instead staggering backwards and then falling onto her hands and knees. The cry of pain was nice though, hearing her cry out and knowing that the bunny most certainly did feel pain was a good feeling. While it wasn’t the canvas, Lucy was happy with the kick. It gave her a setup to end this match quickly.

With the bell ringing Lucy was aiming to humiliate this slut infront of her and get herself into the history books. She wondered what the quickest time to it took to win a match at the AFW was. She was fairly sure it wasn’t quicker than ten seconds. And ten seconds was all she needed, infact she could do it quicker than ten if need be. Ending this match right now would finish off this slutty bunnies career and give Lucy a platform to excel hers. You never got anywhere by climbing the ladder, sometimes you have to throw a few girls off it and use their ruined careers as a stepladder to the top.

As the bell rang and Bunny began to rise to her feet, Lucy was behind her. Before the bunt to regain any composure or bring herself any more out of that stunned state after the mic and boot, Lucy wrapped her arms tightly around the woman’s waist and pulled in slightly, hoping to squeeze a little air out of her. She wasn’t about to drop the ball on this over something silly as not locking in her hold tight enough. With her hands locked together now around the bunnies waist Lucy lifted her up slightly off the ground so that her feet were no longer touching the canvas. Lucy would then began to fall back, arcing her own back as she lifted Bunny higher into the air while keeping her own feet as planted onto the canvas as she could. When Bunny had reach the eight of her lift, she would crashing down, Lucy now on her tiptoes to make sure her body to bend enough as Bunny was slammed into the mat with the German suplex.

After the initial impact, Lucy didn’t release Bunny, instead holding her there and going for the pinfall. It took a moment for the ref to even register that Lucy was going for something like this and the audience too could believe the level of audacity that Lucy was showing here. While it might have been classed as a risky move, Lucy never saw it as one. If she had stunned Bunny with the mic and kick, combined with slam of the suplex, there might be enough grogginess in Bunny to get a quick pin. If not the match continues as per normal. So, in Lucy’s mind she would be an idiot if she didn’t try the early pin. That and Lucy really couldn’t stand this woman and she had only heard one sentence from her mouth. The ref would quickly slide down ono the canvas and would check to make sure the pin was valid before starting the dreaded countout. Lucy knew it was a longshot, but this was a debut. In a debut you go big and win lest you become forgotten.

Bunny may have been in a daze, but she knew what was about to happen when Lucy's arms slid around her waist. It was a move that she had been hit with a dozen times before, and she had used it a handful of times herself. Hell, she had watched other girls get slammed by it dozens upon dozens of times in her career, and it never stopped being a rather nasty thing to get thrown around by.

Tonight seemed like it would be one of those nights that Bunny got thrown around by it, unfortunately.

There was not a single thing she could do to stop Lucy, as the newcomer squeezed her tight, indeed forcing some of the air out of the bunnygirl. Up Bunny went as Lucy lifted her off the mat, her booted feet kicking uselessly at the air as she was hauled up and over and into the suplex, slamming back down into the canvas with a quite audible thud. A shudder ran through her tall, curvy form as she struck the mat, and then she went limp, the pink-haired fighter lying there nearly helplessly as Lucy bridged her body for the quick and dirty pin.

The referee hurried over to the two women, dropping down beside them and beginning the count. Her hand raised up, and quickly slapped the mat, as she yelled out the first number:

"One...!"

The audience held their collective breath, waiting anxiously to see what would happen. Would Lucy really be able to get such a quick and easy win over Bunny? Would she be able to make such a huge impact in her debut match? The answer was...no, of course not. Not this time. Not tonight.

When Bunny heard the number one pass through the referee's lips, she perked up. Her eyes went a little wide, and in an almost panicked state she cried out, an almost cute little squeak of pain and worry. Her body jerked, the model twisting to get her shoulder off of the mat, quickly trying to break the pin before the referee could get any further with the count. Then, she settled back down again, still in a partial daze, still trying to shake off that nasty kick and that nastier suplex.

It seemed that everyone was rather tense right now. Or at least filled with suspense. For a brief second, Lucy even allowed herself to believe that she was about to score a quick pin and a phenomenal victory. Her parents would be proud of her and she would finally be able to live up to her wrestling heritage. But that was to easy right? Before the ref could even reach the second count, Bunny had raised her shoulder and escaped the pin, breaking it and shattering Lucy’s dream of an easy victory. The ref then motioned for Lucy to let go. Lucy didn’t want to let go. She would gladly try and slam her again. But it was futile trying at the moment. So for now she simply released her grip off the woman and fell onto her butt, rolling her body to the left to allow herself time to clamber onto her feet. She was fairly sure she was going to get up before Bunny, whose back and head had to be hurting by now.

Now Lucy had to think of a follow up strike. Despite her Brawling nature, growing up Lucy had learnt many wrestling styles; from submission wrestling to high flying and even tweening between styles and mixing it up. While she was good at almost all styles her persona dictated that she stuck to her brawler ways. But breaking that persona every now and again was good, though her mother always argued that she had to be careful not to break the persona entirely as then people will no longer believe in you. And right now she fancied climbing up the ropes and pounding the slutty bunny into oblivion. However at that point her mind took over. She knew deep down that trying a move like that would be suicide. There was no way that she was going to be able to land a high risk manoeuvre that early in the match. Bunny was stunned but she wasn’t that stunned.

Lucy needed something else. She needed a move that was able to do damage and keep her relative risk low. Looking around for a second she finally came up with it. Lucy would rather suddenly dash over, breaking into a sprint as she threw herself at the ropes opposite, looking to rebound, bringing all the speed and energy with her. With that in place, she bounced off the ropes and dashed towards Bunny, picking up even more speed at this point, and when she was close enough, sure enough that Bunny couldn’t escape or leave, she jumped up into the air and stuck out her elbow. Her aim was to come down and bring that elbow down on Bunny’s chest. She needed to wind her early on, stop her from gaining any momentum. Lucy knew she wouldn’t be able to control the match forever, so she needed to make sure that when she did lose control, Bunny was in no position to do any sort of damage. Falling down towards the ground, Lucy tensed her arm knowing that she was going to end up slamming the rest of her body into the mat, but the mild pain and discomfort was worth it if she could just land this hit on her.

As Bunny laid there on the mat, her eyes half-closed, she could hear the pounding of Lucy's boots running across the canvas. There was a brief pause as the woman struck the ropes, then the sound picked up, and as it did, a small smile crept onto Bunny's tired-looking face. She had a feeling she knew what was coming next. She was experienced enough and smart enough to know what most wrestlers would do in this situation, and she was more than prepared to handle it.

She waited for Lucy to come closer, ever closer. The moment the newcomer neared her and hopped up into the air, Bunny suddenly moved. She grunted and thrust her curvaceous body to the side, rolling out of the way of Lucy and her dangerous elbow. She moved aside, leaving nothing but empty canvas for Lucy to strike. She almost wanted to snicker to herself, despite the near miss. She could already hear the cry of pain in her head, the surprised sound that Lucy would no doubt make as soon as her blow missed it's mark.

Lucy was eager to keep this momentum going. If she could show this bunny bitch that she was the dominant one, then it would be a great start to her AFW Career. So far she had done brilliantly and all she needed to do was keep this going for a bit longer. Rebounding off the ropes, Lucy was convinced that she had the bunny right where she needed to be. As she came closer and closer to the floored Bunny, Lucy was feeling the excitement building. She was going to do this. Leaping up into the air, Lucy was ecstatic. This was it.

Looking down however, Lucy could see that out of nowhere the bunny bitch had managed to move out of the way, leaving the spot that was once occupied with her body, now vacant with a hard canvas replacing it. Lucy always knew that was going to hurt, her body would collide into the canvas, but her elbow would be safe. Now that wasn’t the case. Her body, and elbow collided into the canvas, letting out a howl of pain as she smashed into the canvas Lucy would roll over and lie onto her back. She bought her arm up to her chest, her other hand holding onto and nursing the injured one. Letting out a hiss of annoyance Lucy carried on withering around in agony.

”Argh you bitch! You should of just taken the hit like a proper woman!”

Lucy was seething with anger now, and once the pain in the side of her body had gone she was going to make sure that this bitch got it good. Lucy had been pushed over the edge with that sneaky move, and now Lucy wanted to really batter and cave her face in. But for now, with the pain in her side and elbow still refusing to subside, she was pretty much stunned at this point in time.