Lowering the Bar

Months of disillusionment and separation from the wrestling ring and all that drama that surrounds it just meant it was going to take that much longer to get acclimated again. D.B. certainly didn't expect to take such a lengthy hiatus last year, but for reasons beyond her control, that's kinda just what ended up happening. Not many could have blamed her for taking the time off to sort things out considering the year she had. Going on an unprecedented tare through the federation that included her being one of the key factors of the eventual retirement of some of the AFW elite was enough to earn her a revered and rather morbid reputation of ill-omen...until that tare came to a screeching crash into an obnoxious blonde-haired wall.

Coming to back to work meant having to confront that inconvenient truth one day, but reconnecting with a certain flowery acquaintance helped rekindle her dwindling conviction. D.B. briefly mused as to what she was doing right now, actually...For now though, her first order of business was reconnecting with an old dive bar she frequented after her workouts back before things got...complicated.

The deafening reverberations from the customized engine of her slick black Harley Davidson cut off with a click of her keys from the ignition just as she pulled up into a decrepit parking lot beside it. D.B. hopped off her bike in her black jeans with a metal chain clipped to it's pocket, her black combat boots, and skin-tight black tank-top with a purple bunny skull and crossbones flashily embroidered on it's front. She noticed that the bustling tavern hadn't lost much of it's old-school charm as she pushed past through the double doors. Same occupied pool table, same thirty-year old dart table, same spot where her and Akashi got hammered off of saki shots...D.B. rolled her eyes as she pushed aside those dormant memories.

"Hey Roman, the usual." D.B. uttered while waltzing up to the bar and sitting herself at her favorite spot, the sharp-minded barkeep serving one bottle of Aprihop beer. The irony of the name wasn't lost on her as she stretched out her back with a reflexive groan before taking her first refreshing sip as newcomers stared in bewilderment at her eye-catching head gear.

It had been a while since Cecilia last had made her way down to a dive bar, being the champion had eaten out way more time in her life than she could imagine. More so than it had when she held that hardcore title. Being the one true champion of AFW...was not an easy job, but she was for damn sure going to do it right. The Swede had managed to carve out some time though and all she wanted now was the make her way down to a nice little dive bar and take a few drinks, chill with the locals and just enjoy herself in the good old way that she had always done. Hell, if a fight or two broke out, all the better.

The blazing sun was something that annoyed her, but that came with every summer. She wore a black v-neck t-shirt that hugged her amazing frame tightly, a pair of fingerless leather gloves, a dark brown leather vest, her long blond hair tied up into a pony tail. A pair of aviator sunglasses, and a pair of blue denim jeans, finally a pair of brown leather boots that completed her outfit.  

Cecilia drove around for a while before she actually found a dive bar that seemed to be to her liking. Riding up to the bar on her 1948 Harley Davidson FL Panhead. A sweet baby which she herself had restored in her spare time, pitch black in color. She pulled in to the parking lot and then killed the engine. The loud sound of the hog could probably be heard all the way into the bar, as she then kicked out the kick stand and stepped of the bike, pulling her head of hair free from the confines of the pony tail and letting it loose. The Swede would roll her shoulders before taking of her sunglasses and then making her way into the bar.

Entering the place, it looked like just what the Swede wanted. Pretty old, and lovely...she'd shake her head and then make her way up towards the bar counter and ordering a drink. " Gimme a Kilkenny." The busty blond said as she sit down just one seat away from Death Bunny, having not really noticed anyone as she didn't so much care who was in the bar at this moment, she just needed an ale, and quick.

D.B. tended to carry herself in her daily life in a manner much attributed to a bubble, always exuding stalwart confidence with a grim and taciturn persona. This sometimes even leads to her wholly ignoring her immediate surroundings when out in public so she can better appreciate the peace of mind that came with living in her own world. Walking around with floppy bunny ears so often tends to force you into developing a natural shield from whatever gawking stares they generated from hapless passerby's. It was a mindset that was currently amplified once she laid her eyes on the frothy brew being carried towards her by the barkeeper. D.B. already imagining it's bitter aftertaste and fruity undertones as the mug was set in front of her.

An exceptionally rare half-smile on her face as she lifted the hefty lager with one hand and briefly remembered how much she appreciated the simple things in life. Which included having a cold pint on a hot Summer day and losing herself in the moment while letting all of her internal demons rest their voices. D.B. than taking a relaxing breath with her eyes shut to the world before pitching the mug back and enjoying the darkened beers refreshing-

"Gimme a Kilkenny..."

D.B was still in mid-gulp when a hauntingly familiar voice piped up beside her, immediately shattering her tranquil mindset as she turned her floppy-eared head slightly to the side. Her pupils dilating in stunned shock before her beer starting going down the wrong pipe, the darkly bunny girl coughing and sputtering up the beer in her mouth in a frizzy spit-take before she stood up from her stool!!

"...*cough*cough*hack*...*gasp*...Oh hell fucking no, I am NOT doing this again!!! There are hundreds of other dives in this country!!! You do NOT need to be sitting in this stool right now!!!" Teeming mad after practically drowning on the frothy pint she was enjoying, D.B. directed every ounce of her indignant frustration directly towards the reigning world champ sitting casually beside her. Her gnashing teeth and clenched fists indicating she had long since lost peaceful state of mind. The startled bar patrons directing all of their startled attention to the surly outburst suddenly unfolding at the bar...

Cecilia soon heared the person next to her spit, cough and from the looks of it choke on her own, drink. Before turning around Cecilia might have thought that the kid had just gotten to taste their first beer or something. Though when she heard her cuss out the Swede turned towards the purple haired one.

The Champion would raise her right eyebrow as she looked on at the busty bunny girl, She'd hear the cries and complaints of the woman whom she had fought for the chance to get the title she now held. Cecilia would take a hold of the beer as the bartender came with it and offered it to her. She'd take a swig of it before she'd shake her head a little. " You don't get to tell me where I get to drink." Cecilia let out as she would take another sip of her ale.

" Losers don't get to make demands....Thumper." Cecilia spoke out as she would stare right at Death Bunny with a smirk on her face, waiting to see how the proud purple haired girl would handle that and her nickname which Cecilia was pretty sure she remembered Death Bunny hating quite a bit.

The parallels were undeniable and almost disturbingly uncanny. D.B. for the second straight time being ambushed at her favorite watering hole by some egotistical powerhouse that she had a considerable beef with. Although this time it wasn't a rotund sumo mistaking her for someone else, but the very person who derailed her career last year and handed her that first definitive loss with no shenanigans involved.

Eerie coincidences aside, D.B. remained undaunted in her blustering demand for Cecilia to get lost. Her seething temper in direct opposite contrast to the calm and collected Swede casually sipping from her mug and responding just as nonchalantly. Referring to D.B. by a cutesy name she only vaguely recalled until its origin became clear as the name she called her after choking her out last year.

"I!!!...YOU!!!..." Stammering sharply while practically choking on her own rage, D.B. used her last modicum of restraint to keep from decking Ceci right than and there. For now she would put all her efforts into not taking the bait and instead unclenched her fists to roughly grasp her knocked over stool and set it back up but with a solid foot of space between them.

"Razor...thin...is the ice you're skating on, you hear me? Call me that Bambi horseshit one more time..." D.B. grumbled out while snagging the handle of her mug. The irate bunny girl now hunched over before taking a hardy gulp. "You're lucky I don't like to waste a beer. Shouldn't you be off defending that stupid thing and making someone else's life miserable?" D.B. tersely replied while staring straight ahead with a bitter glare, now internally stewing over her rotten luck.

Cecilia glanced over at DB as the rage-filled purple haired bunny eared girl seemed more than a little pissed off, she seemed down right furious. Her voice loudly stammering as even the few patrons in the bar started to shy away from the woman. Yet Cecilia remained as calm and composed as she was. 

Though when DB started to speak out towards her, grumbling and speaking out words that just caused Cecilia to roll her eyes. " Razor thin? You seem to think that I should be afraid of you. Yet I was the one who kicked your ass." Cecilia let out as she would place her drink down on the counter. Doing a full turn towards Death Bunny as she would stand up straight, pushing out her generous chest a bit as she'd look on at Death Bunny. 

" Stupid thing huh? Sounds like you're still jealous about me winning. Oh well, I defended it once already. Sadly there is a lack of good competition if I'm honest. After you were defeated, there are only a handful else to take down." Cecilia spoke out as she would place one hand on her hip and move the other up to take her drink off the counter and take a good chug of it in front of D.B as she would offer the woman the same kind of glare that Death Bunny was throwing her way.

Retreating bar patrons were starting to make strategic exits through the front and back doors of the bar while the bravest among them stuck around simply out of morbid curiosity. D.B. herself was unconcerned with the spectacle she was showing after her fiery outrage lit up the room, and was more concerned with wallowing in the utter misfortune she was having.

D.B. grumbled and hunched over herself after taking a refreshing gulp of her frothy brew, sincerely hoping it would help cool down her blazing temper. She wondered what wrong she had done in a previous life to warrant such rotten luck. Now she had to occupy the same bar with the same obnoxious blonde who served her that first definitive loss and as a result put her on the shelf for months. D.B. hearing out all of Cecilia's arrogant banter before she herself would kindly reply.

"No...I'm not jealous..." D.B. grimly stated before swiveling in place and standing tall before the busty blonde. Her deadened eyes staring up towards Cecilia due to their slight height difference, with their bountiful chests softly compressing against eachother's from D.B. now almost literally being all up in Cecilia's face.

"...I'm...furious...That tends to happen when some blindsiding blonde bimbo cracks me in the back of my head with a tire iron, and than starts feeling me up like some drunken prom date. Still, the funny thing about finding good competition though is that you never have to search far for it. It tends to find you..." D.B. ominously uttered while mirroring Ceci's pose, with a hand on her curvy hip and the waning remnants of her beer in the mug being clasped by her free hand.

The two busty young ladies were pushed right up against each other, generous pairs of tits being so close that it looked as if they were wrestling for dominance between the two women. Cecilia would use her height advantage to her chests advantage as well. Pushing up a bit to then have her breasts rest on top of Death Bunny's. A smirk on her face as she would look down upon her slightly shorter foe.

Cecilia knew well enough how skilled of a competitor D.B. was, she was one of the more intense fights she had ever had. So if she could get more of those kinds of battle, that was all the better for the People's Champion. Hearing Death Bunny's angry tone as she started to talk more the Swede couldn't help but chuckle.

The two had mirrored each other's pose and now they looked almost as if they were ready to throw down. Cecilia would smile as she leaned in a bit closer to her purple haired rival? Yeah, Rival was the right word. " So losing makes you a talker huh? Who knew." Cecilia would tease as she'd put her beer down on the bar counter. " If you want another tussle Thumper...all you had to do was ask." Cecilia said as she would bring her hands up to Death Bunny's shoulders and give the woman a hard shove backwards.

It may have perhaps been the months of being sidelined and out of action, or the lingering bitterness she felt towards being humiliated on a world stage by the towering blonde ego-trip staring down at her, or maybe it was simply the booze talking. In all likelihood it was all of the above. Regardless, D.B. was currently itching for a tussling beatdown against the prideful Swede whom she was still fostering a perfectly reasonable, and perfectly hateful grudge against...

The tension becoming quite palpable with every passing second and exchanging of barbed words. Their competing personas matching their dueling chests firmly rubbing against eachother's before Cecilia's tits would shift atop D.B.'s and pretty much have them nudging against her chin. A sudden shove to D.B.'s shoulders ending the busty duel and sending the bunny girl backpedaling a few steps. A gnashing glare shot towards Ceci before D.B. would take her first, most important action...and that was placing her beer mug on the bar.

"Hold my beer..." D.B. remarked towards the cowering bartender she handed her drink towards. Though when D.B. would turn back towards Ceci, it would be with a mischievous smirk and her arms held partially up in a seemingly genuine bid for peace as she took a few steps in Ceci's direction.

"Look...I think you and I have gotten off on the wrong foot here. Whaddya say we cool our jets before this turns into something we'll both-" D.B.'s peaceable words would go unsaid before she would than shoot both her arms straight ahead to clench onto the back of Ceci's blonde head, than tugging her head down before driving a knee straight into her toned breadbasket. D.B. gnashing her teeth before attempting several more guts checks while arching Northman over, that smug face of hers getting stuffed firmly into D.B.'s soft cleavage in the process!!!

Cecilia shifted her eyes towards that mug of beer that the purple haired Death Bunny placed upon the bar counter, but her focus quickly shifted back towards the woman who had once been considered for the number one contendership for what was Cecilia title. The blond would look on at D.B. as she watched the woman raise her arms up in that bid for peace.

The mighty blond would raise her eyebrows as she looked on at D.B. the slightly shorter woman walking up towards her and starting to speak out those peaceful words of her. It was genuinely quite confusing and for a moment the Swede thought that Death Bunny might actually be looking to cool down and get a peaceful resolution between them. Though... that thought was quickly snapped out of Cecilia's head as D.B.'s hands grabbed at the back of the Swede's skill and yanked her down, before that knee came up into the blond powerhouse's well toned abs! " Guh!" The Swede let out as she coughed out air and spittle onto Death Bunny's tits as her face was forced right into those mounds.

The champion, not to be out-done as she would move her hands down onto Death Bunny's thighs, attempting to grab a firm hold of the woman's upper-thighs and lower ass, pulling the woman up off of her feet and attempting to drive her back first down onto the hardwood floor with the Swede on top.