Alison Seong vs. Death Bunny! (No DQ)

Standard No Disqualifications
Victory Conditions: Pinfall or Submission
Special: Weapons are set up around the ring.


Alison was ready, she waited quite some time for this as she pulled her arm covers up to her bicep. Ever since coming to Japan, she has been chomping at the bits to get her first match as she wanted to insert herself in the main picture of the promotion. In order to do that, she needed to find the biggest, baddest bitch in AFW and smash her in the face and beat her into the ground. Luckily, AFW was filled with plenty of women who fit the bill and Alison wasn't picky about which one she got her hands on. So she left it up to her manager to sort through the names, picking which one to chose as she mentally prepared herself for what was needed to done to put her name out there and for people to take her seriously. No matter what it took, no matter what she had to put herself through, she was going to climb to the top of the ladder where she belong and tear through anyone that stood in her way.

Eventually her opponent was found and the match was made with a little extra thrown on to it. Her manager secured not only a match with a woman who fit all of the checklist of biggest, baddest, and bitch and she went by the name of Death Bunny. The contradiction of the two halves of her name, something dark and morbid and followed by something cute and adorable, took Alison by surprise and she thought that she was being made fun of. But the second she saw a picture of Death Bunny, she knew that it was no joke. The cruel, remorseless look in her eyes was what drew Alison to her. She knew that beating her was going to make waves in the promotion. And to top it off, there was going to be no rules for the collision, both women were going to be allowed to do whatever they wanted to each other with no interference from the official.

She eagerly accepted and that was why she was walking out on to stage.

The lights shined on her, to a lukewarm reception, not surprising since she was sure her name didn't reach the Land of the Rising Sun before today. The lack of reaction didn't deter her, she was going to make them remember her name and visage. Walking down halfway on the ramp, she spread her arms to bask in the lights and marking this day as her ascend to the Sun. Standing at the foot of the ramp right in front of the ring, numerous of weapons were placed around it akin to a hardcore match. But the clear definition was that match had to end in the ring. Alison didn't mind the additions of weapons, even if pain was going to be a lot more than a normal match, it was going to be worth it when she stands in victory over Death Bunny as she climbed into the ring, waiting for said Bunny to arrive.

Isolated in her own secluded section of the arena was generally how D.B. mentally prepped for her oncoming matches. Far removed from where anyone, aside from maintenance workers, would make their daily rounds. She appreciated the serene stillness of the proverbial calm before the storm, the grim bunny girl lounging on the floor in between some shipping crates while she shut her eyes and thought back to her last official outing against the now reigning world champion. There was nothing about that particular match D.B. enjoyed reminiscing about, but it was hard not to think about it considering it was hands down her most definitive loss to date in this federation. Her primary motivation for joining this company in the first place was to test her limits and match herself up against the competition to see if anyone had the strength, skill, resiliency, to give her a challenge...

...but to be honest, she never expected to find anyone like that. So when one actually came along and handed her a beatdown along with a one night stay in the infirmary, D.B. didn't quite know how to react. Like a dog chasing a car until it finally stopped, she didn't quite know what to do with the one thing she had been chasing for so long. It took some coaxing, and a rather heated sparring session with her grappling lover, but D.B. eventually found her answer. And that answer was waiting for her back in the ring, D.B. than hauling herself back up and trudging down the hallway once her entrance was up.

An all-encompassing darkness would engulf the stadium with cell phone camera lights dotted across the expansive arena, her particularly unique entrance having become a sort of fan favorite event that they could participate in. Striding out from behind the curtains to the dreary tune and eerie vocals of her grim theme, D.B. made her return debut back to active duty to the decidedly mixed reaction of scattered boos and whooping cheers. The taint of being an integral factor in the downfall of the now defunct Dojo mixed with the appeal of her foreboding, mysterious, and downright ominous presence as she strolled down the ramp with her flowing trenchcoat and top hat. Entering the ring and gradually tipping off her hat signaled the arena lights to turn back on and the entrance music to stop, D.B. now centering her soulless gaze on the brash newcomer a few feet ahead of her.

"Shame...your career's just started, and you've already made one of the worst decisions you could ever make..." D.B. uttered while unfurling her trenchcoat and chucking it behind atop her corner ringpost...

Alison felt her skin crawl when the lights went out, getting covered in goosebumbs as she looked around in the darkness. D.B. wasn't even in the arena yet, as far as Alison was aware of, and already she had a foreboding presence. It made Alison's heart thumb even faster, with excitement born of the unknown. Although she saw a picture of D.B. and heard stories and rumors, she never took the time to actually study one of her matches, and since it has been a while since she stepped into a ring, already people were buzzing about this match.

Lights from the fans' phones illuminated the arena as Alison saw her opponent, watching with focused, hungry eyes on the trench coat wearing, top hat bearing, woman slowly making her way to the ring with her slow stride. With a little nervousness about the aura that D.B. gave, Alison was mostly anxious of it all. The waiting was what was getting to her. She could bury this feeling the second she was allow to start throwing fists, she didn't need this unnecessary drag down on her for her debut. Showing any sort of hesitation was going to derail her and leave her as easy picking for D.B. Already her opponent was writing her off as a victim, bringing a scowl to her face as she looked at that deep stare of she who claimed the title of Death.

One could say she was being calculating, surprising Death with a head on attack. Another could say she was desperate to make a name for herself with a head on attack. Only Alison knew the real reason what she did next.

Racing across the ring before the bell even rang, it was a No-DQ match after all, she would rush D.B. in her corner. Her eyes remained locked on D.B. defiance burning in them as she came flying in with a clothesline to smash her opponent against the turnbuckle!

Played out analogies about bicycles and what to do if you get knocked off aside, D.B. was nevertheless resolute in reclaiming what she had truly lost against Cecilia that night. And that was her drive and will-power to leave a bunny-sized imprint on this federation while she still had the capability.

In actuality, D.B. almost had to thank Cecilia in a twisted way for giving her not just a renewed sense of purpose, but by becoming the living and breathing embodiment of those goals she strives for. Now she knew who she was gunning for. Ceci was a benchmark for her to surpass and a hurdle for her to overcome, and taking on all challengers was just the action D.B. needed to get herself back in the game.

D.B. rotated her arm in a wide circle and snapped her head left and right to get the kinks out of her neck as she centered her hollow gaze on her flashily dressed adversary. She knew a fair amount about Alison before going into this match, but nothing that went beyond rumors of her propensity for stiff shots and generally being a ruthless S.O.B. Enough for her to get denied acceptance into none but the most "accepting" of federations. On paper, Alison was the perfect obstacle for D.B. to cut her teeth on. And in person, Alison certainly seemed to have the physique to put up a decent challenge.

But like most newcomers, Alison's showed her over-eagerness immediately by taking off in a speeding hurry straight towards the deathly one herself. D.B. scoffing with an irritated glare as she lowered her posture on Alison's approach, a stance she needed to get into before she attempted ducking low and to the side while running under the clothesline. The bunny girl than attempting to turn in place and clench two handfuls of Alison's flowing mane and viciously tug her back down to the canvas. D.B. herself dropping to her knees to add to the backward momentum of the hair pulling slam.

Alison always had a reputation of being one of the hardest hitter in the world of women's wrestling and although it stopped her from gaining access to several federations, she simply didn't care if those federations didn't allow her stiff hits. They weren't big enough to hold her overwhelming presence on a pedestal, they would most likely collapse underneath it. Also they didn't have the amount of money she felt like she deserved.

She planned to hit D.B. as hard as she could, she wanted the fierce woman to have felt as if she almost had her head torn off like it was hit by a truck. However, Death Bunny was no simple rookie who would be taken off guard by a surprise attack like this, ducking underneath her arm with quick reflexes as her arm went whizzing over the head, clipping the ears of Bunny as they harmlessly pushed past the arm.

Eyes widening as she took a stumble forward, Alison immediately arched back when she felt her long raven mane being pulled on and just as quickly as she reacted, she was pulled viciously backwards. Her head slammed against the mat even more so than usual with how Bunny dropped on to her knees for even more momentum, her feet flying up into the air as her hands immediately shot to the back of her head. "Goddammit!" she screamed out in frustration. The back of her head was stinging from the pulled hair and not to mention the dizzy feeling of being slammed head first into the canvas.

But Alison was not one to simply lay there and take a beating, rolling on to her knee with one foot planted in the mat. She's taken much worse hits before that would've been smarter to stay down from. But Alison was of the foolish pride. She wasn't going to bend for anyone. To show her resilience and otherwise just rude behavior, she reached out as she glared at Bunny with one eye, the other shut due to pain before it was quickly open. Alison would shove on Bunny's face to get some distance, as little as she could, in an attempt to rise as she practically spat in the face of Death Bunny!

She probably was thinking about spitting too...

D.B. sensed the amount of strength Alison had brought to the clothesline as she swiftly ducked under it while feeling her floppy bunny ears get the worst of it, and she made a note of how it was in her best interest to not get caught by one of those. Luckily, Alison had luxuriously flowing hair that made for quite the sight, and also made for a prime target for D.B to exploit as she clenched deeply onto it and repelled her back down to the canvas. The no D.Q. stipulation already being taken into effect in record time as the ref kept her mouth shut about the blatant hair pulling.

"Consider that my pre-match handshake..." D.B. taunted while on her knees and gazing down at the writhing newcomer letting her frustrations be known to everyone within shouting distance, the ring bell sounding off in the distance to officially get matters underway after seeing that this was about as civil a beginning this match could have gotten. While pushing herself off of one knee to rise back up along with Alison, D.B.'s eyes would widen from suddenly getting pie-faced and shoved backward to a near sitting position. A look of stunned and incredulous disbelief on her face that twisted into restrained rage before D.B. reacted appropriately.

Namely by staying crouched on one knee while Alison stood back up before pushing off her knee for a sprinting charge forward, the bunny girl ducking low and attempting to ram her gut into Alison’s abs while clutching onto the back of her muscled thighs. D.B. barreling forward with momentum of a linebacker to hopefully lift the smarmy newcomer a few inches off her feet and ruthlessly ram her into the corner turnbuckle behind her.

Alison managed to by herself a little bit of time, pie-facing Death Bunny away from her as she began to rise up. "Didn't like those anyway!" Alison snapped back in response to Bunny, she may have been taken off of her feet but in no way was she even startled by her opponent! Things weren't the greatest right now, but it was something that Alison could come back from. She just needed her footing to start working her way back into this match. Or rather the fight. There was no rules stopping these women from tearing each other apart and both of them had no restraint on them to stop them from trying.

Pushing Bunny away, she managed to get back on to her feet. But she realized that it was only because Death Bunny allowed it, waiting for Alison to get into perfect position to spring on her. Not even a second on her feet, Alison was already off of it again, D.B. crashing into her shoulder first into her gut as she was driven back into the corner! Gasping out as she spat out a wad flying over D.B., Alison hunched over on to her opponent as she pressed her large breasts into the back.

One arm slung over the top rope, the other was over D.B. as she gasped for air as D.B. was just as strong as the rumors she heard about her opponent. A truly difficult opponent for Alison to climb over victorious. She just needed a step of momentum to have things go her way...

Brash impetuousness was the telltale sign of someone who had a lot to prove but didn't have the patience to do it right. Alison opting to forego the typical pre-match banter, that D.B. herself would admit she was never a huge fan of, in favor of outright barreling towards her with every intention of making a name for herself by attempting to knock D.B.'s block off. While D.B. could certainly appreciate the drive and even relate to that predatorial urge of letting their fists do the talking, there was a time and a place to lose yourself to those violent cravings.

And stampeding towards D.B. with an entire ring between them and in clear view of her intended target was most definitely not one of those times. Hence why Alison now found herself speared into a corner turnbuckle with such brute strength that her curvy backside was now practically seated atop the middle padding. Feeling Alison's pendulous breasts on her back and hearing her sputtering gasps for air, D.B. would repel back to stand in front of Allison before snatching one more handful of her flowing hair to tilt her head back and bring them face to grimacing face.

"Trust me...you're not gonna like anything that's about to happen in this match..." D.B. snarled out, inches from Allison's face before aggressively tugging her out of the corner by that same clenching grip on her hair. Standing beside Allison and slotting her bunny-eared head underneath Allison's armpit, D.B. would than wrap her arm around her opponent's waist in what appeared to be the set up for a backdrop suplex. But after groaning in effort to haul Allison a few feet off the ground, D.B. would opt for something more sinister. Namely chucking Allison up and to the side, attempting to crotch the newcomer onto the nearby top rope after a pretty hefty drop...

Growling as she was trapped in the corner, Alison had nothing nice to say about D.B. as the Dreaded One kept her pinned against the turnbuckles as Alison herself was draped over her shoulder, her 'modest' breasts pushing into Bunny's back as the shoulder was removed from her gut. Grabbing on to the top rope, Alison refused to fall down to her butt, holding her stomach as she coughed for air. But she didn't have to worry long about whether or not she'd fall to the mat. Bunny had other things in mind as she took a handful of her long, flowing, raven hair in one hand and pulled her up so that they were face to face.

Some people would've been unnerved looking at the face that was well suited for someone with 'Death' in their name that reflected the brutality and outright viciousness that Bunny displayed in every one of her matches. But still Alison refused to huddle in fear at it. Truthfully, there was a lot for Alison to be scared of. Her preemptive attack failed and now was in a situation where Bunny could beat on her and really show why she was a dreaded figure in AFW. But being scared and letting fear take hold of her was going to do her no favors. She needed to push all of those feelings into a deep and faraway place into her mind. She needed to do something to distract herself and not think about that worry.

"Oh I already don't....looking at your ugly mug...is not how I wanted this to go." Her logic somehow deemed it necessary to aggravate Bunny. Her head was reasoning that she had to humanize her opponent by seeing if she react to the taunt like any other person who was proud of their looks. To lessen the fear she'd reason. Wouldn't do a damn thing about pain however as she felt Bunny lifting her up and dropping her crotch first on the ropes. "Aaaaaaaah!" she roared out, hands shooting down to grab on to the rope she was draped across, pushing down on it to try and lessen the pain and relieve the pressure going up between her legs.

Tangling with Alison was re-instilling memories of old in D.B. Back when she explored the depths of her depraved sense of violence on the underground circuit and began earning her foreboding moniker as the Terror of Death. Hot shot newcomers would start challenging her constantly, all taking on the prison mentality of targeting the toughest person in the room and beating them into a bloody pulp as a way of usurping them from the throne. A strategy that worked in the movies, but not so much in real life. Not one of them thinking that there was a good reason she earned that nickname before it was too late and they left their crimson soaked mark on the concrete floor.

Allison was coming across as no different. D.B.'s first impression of her coming off decidedly unfavorably as a result, the macabre bunny girl sensing that same pig-headed rebelliousness that she took great pleasure in beating out of her opponents. All of her snarky quips leaving D.B. unfazed at the moment, Allison perhaps realizing that anyone who was once considered a hardcore queen wouldn't spend too much time powdering their nose, or caring about their looks in the slightest. What did get a rise out of D.B. was the howling scream from Allison after she had been crotched on the wholly inflexible top rope, a grim smirk on her face as she approached Allison with ideas abounding.

"This is the part of the match where you start to realize that it really wasn't a good idea to piss me off...Here, let me help you off there..." D.B darkly uttered before clenching onto both sided of the top rope in front and behind Allison. Now putting in considerable effort in shaking and rocking the rope to have it dig and scratch into her pinched nethers with every oscillating bounce. Though this was just a warm-up to distract and humiliate Allison before stepping back a few feet, and charging forward to deliver a big boot to the side of Allison face and send her flying downward.