Heavenly Mini Challenge!: Asuka and Chisato Matsui VS ????

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Several unanswered seconds would pass by with seemingly no one backstage willing to accept the inherently disadvantageous match-up...all before pitch black darkness descended upon the arena and the ghastly chorus of D.B.'s macabre theme encompassed the arena. Grisly and morose images of deathly symbols appearing on the Titantron would be the main source of illumination for the previously exuberant arena, now having settled to an eerie sense of awe. D.B.'s wide-brimmed hat on her lowered head kept a part of her face hidden from sight as the deathly bunny girl trudged out from behind the curtains with her hands in her tattered trench-coat pockets.

The silenced audience eventually letting out intermittent cheers from who was still a polarizing figure in AFW due to her substantial role in the retirement of several fan favorite wrestlers. D.B. was nevertheless growing a cult following due to her vicious fighting style, iconic and..well, wholly marketable attire. Thanks largely to her floppy bunny ears being a number one seller and noticed sporadically amongst the AFW faithful in the audience.

After striding down the ramp and up the steel steps before stepping through the ring ropes, D.B.'s tipping off of her hat would signal the house lights to brighten up the arena and for her theme to fade away. Her dead-eyed gaze never wavering from the sisterly team dressed in white as she than unfurled her tattered trench-coat, revealing the sinful appeal of her skimpy hot pants jeans and white cotton top clinging to her naturally curvaceous body. After handing off her hat and trench-coat to the workers at ringside, D.B. took some time to gloss over the brightly attired duo before striding forward to meet them in the middle of the ring.

"Alright than, color me intrigued. But if at any point you feel like the odds are stacked too high, and you think this whole setup is too disadvantageous and wholly unfair...just let me know. And I promise to hold back and give you ladies a fighting chance..." D.B. sneered menacingly with a darkly smirk while pulling down on the wrist of one of her own MMA gloves while extending her fingers into the air...

Ominous overconfidence aside, D.B. knew better than to assume that this was going to be anything less than a substantial challenge for her. She knew that it takes a certain level of foolhardy recklessness to willingly put yourself in a match as inherently one-sided as this one and expect to walk away with an easy win. But being on the shelf for months thanks to everyone's favorite blonde-haired, muscle-headed Swede meant that D.B. was thirsty for ripe challenges to sharpen her dulled edge.

And what better opportunity could she have asked for than for two members of an elite wrestling faction separating themselves from the rest of their wolf pack to start slinging out open challenges. D.B.'s only regret perhaps being that the rotund leader of this so-called army wasn't around for the bunny girl to get an appraisal of her herself...

D.B. narrowed her soulless eyes on the retreating, plucky angel barely digging up the gumption to stand beside her muscular sister and adopt the closest thing to a wrestling stance she could. She zeroed in on Chisato with a chilling, unsettling glare as if she was seeing right through her false courage before redirecting her glare right back to Asuka.

"...It's a sister's job to protect her younger sibling from danger. And you're failing at that job by putting her up against me..." D.B. stated menacingly while crouching slightly into her own grappling stance. But once the bell would ring, D.B. would go into a rampaging bull charge that had her ducking low to cup the back of Asuka's toned thighs. The bunny girl gnashing her teeth in her bid to lift and plow Asuka back first into the corner turnbuckle while digging her shoulder into Asuka's taut abdomen...stampeding past Chisato altogether.

D.B.'s morbid candor in regards to her rather frank critiquing of Asuka's responsibilities as a sister wasn't without it's due justification. Chisato's squirming trepidation while she cowered beside her more strong-willed sister not exactly portraying her as someone who could hold her own in a fight, especially against those with a far more vicious disposition than the macabre lagomorph. standing front of them. Not to mention that seeing a sisterly pairing right before her eyes had unearthed long since dormant memories of her own younger sister, which were all summarily buried once more before D.B. would lose her focus any more than she already had.

Chisato's rather unremarkable first impression along with D.B.'s own unconventional sense of pride fueling her decision to concentrate solely on the clearly more obvious threat amongst this heavenly duo. Starting the match with instant, unrestrained aggression wasn't always D.B.'s method of kicking off a match, but the faster she incapacitated one of her heavenly adversaries, the better. The longer this match was drawn out, the more likely that D.B. would reach her exhaustive limit first considering they could switch out who was on offense and who was resting up at a moment’s notice.

After ramming her shoulder into the crumpled abdomen of the older sibling, D.B. would release her grip from the back of Asuka's thighs and straighten back up for what she intended to be some stiff close-fisted strikes and boots to keep the momentum going in her favor. But once good shove deserved another, and Asuka's sudden retaliatory shove backward had the decidedly comical repercussion of having D.B. tripping and falling backward right on her supple backside before flopping to her back. Chuckling merriment was had all around, except by the grim faced bunny girl staring at the ceiling before tucking and rolling over herself. She arose back to her feet like the living dead with her hollow eyes centered on the Lil Angel whom she had just decided not to ignore any longer.

"Alright than. Your funeral..."

Justifiably peeved from being made to look like a fool by the Heavenly Duo's double-teaming trip and fall technique, D.B. rose back up with grim absolution on her mind and a newfound mindset to go along with it. Showing mercy to the littlest angel was no officially off the table seeing as how it was what caused her comedic pratfall to go down in the first place. The lesson was learned and D.B. was intent on not repeating history so long as she could get back on her feet fast enough that her mistake wouldn't cost her anymore that it already has.

Thankfully D.B. took little damage from the playground shenanigans aside from her battered pride, and was ready and willing to meet Asuka head on in the clenching lock up. Her thighs muscled strained as she leveraged her legs behind her to ensure she wasn't bullied back more than a step or two, the bunny girl staring straight ahead and meeting Asuka's enraged eyes with her own soulless iris'. Though what seemed like a dead even stalemate was interrupted by a cheering crowd being riled by something D.B. wouldn't notice until it flying at her with enough velocity to barrel over both her and Asuka!!

"OopH!" D.B. remained splayed out with the wind knocked out of her from beneath the littlest angel before rolling to the side and out from under her just as the ref would drop to her knees for an attempted pin count. Winded, dazed, and most importantly, severely agitated, D.B. clasped onto the nearby middle rope for the first steps towards maneuvering back to her feet. A prime target for the fledgling angel should she attempt to continue on her offense without her sister...

Dodging any incoming high-flyers might have been an option for D.B. had she not been a tad preoccupied with vying for position against her justifiably enraged sibling. Having her arms entangled in the lockup while noticing the free falling Chisato take to the air meant that all D.B. could do was brace for impact with a vacant gaze like a deer in headlights...and at least take solace in the fact that Asuka would be the other bowling pin being knocked over in all of this.

Although rattled and somewhat dazed from it all, D.B. still knew better than to be on her back for too long and instinctually began making some space between her and her heavenly adversaries. She rubbed the back of her bruised head with a bitter snarl as her other hand clenched the middle rope, the macabre bunny girl taking a knee against the ropes when she overheard a chipper voice from the center of the ring.

D.B. glanced in Chisato's direction and pieced things together pretty quickly. Chisato was jumping the gun immensely by blindly rushing towards D.B. without coordinating with her sister to continue their double teaming advantage. As a trainer in her off hours, D.B. always did pride herself on teaching inexperienced wrestlers where they went wrong...in as painful a manner as possible.

*S'right...keep comin...* Remaining prone until Chisato was within two feet of her, D.B. would swiftly sidestep in the angel's diection to close the distance between them. And by doing so she would drape the angel over her shoulder in a fireman's carry. But one that wouldn't last long, as D.B. used Chisato's own forward momentum against her to send her flying over the top rope.