MITB Qualifier - Bunny Bomber vs. Harumi Hazama

Bunny Bomber was elated. Walking on air, practically. After all these years, and after a single smashing return match, she was finally, finally being recognized for her skill and her talent. A chance to get into Summerslam's Money in the Bank match was too big an opportunity to let go, and she planned on taking full advantage of the situation.

It was about time.

With the smuggest of smiles on her face and her entrance music blasting around her, the bunnygirl made her appearance, stepping onto the entrance stage from behind the curtain. She posed for the audience for a brief moment, and then with head held high, began the long walk from stage to ring, heading down the ramp with practiced, well-measured steps.

When she reached the ring, Bunny slid in under the ropes, hopping back up to her feet and giving her bunny-tailed behind a quick, playful wiggle. She moved towards her corner, and began throwing a few quick shadow punches at the air, staring up at the entrance to the arena all the while, silently and patiently waiting for her opponent to make her own arrival.

While Bunny Bomber was hopping around in excitement, Harumi sat quietly in the locker room. Her entire form was covered her entrance cape, which matched the teal colored attire underneath, and her head was covered with a hood. To those passing by, it would appear Harumi was psyching herself up for the fight ahead, as her face wore the same serine, calm expression she always seemed to have that made many fans think she was both cool and unapproachable. Her emerald eyes stared intently at the screen as the fighters were announced for tonight’s event. It was a special type of match, apparently. A preliminary round to which the winner would advance to…some kind of match. Harumi really didn’t understand what this was building up to, honestly. All she knew was that tonight, her opponent was supposed to be a high-profile veteran with years of experience.

That was why Harumi watched the monitor so intently. Despite her appearance of refined confidence and relaxed grace, Harumi was extremely nervous. She still considered herself to be pretty green when it came to AFW and its zany characters and wacky rules, so to be put into a high-profile match with one of the federations big names was both flattering, but also quite a bit daunting. Had it not been for Harumi’s new manager, she probably would have respectfully declined in respect for someone who had been their longer. But here she was, sitting in the locker room, hoping her cape and hood hid away the nervous shivers and shakes her body created in its desire to perform adequately, and avoid embarrassment.

Harumi stared and waited to see what her foe looked like, at least. All she knew was that her foe had tons experience in a myriad of different match types, and a string of victories to her name. Sadly, before she could see anything an AFW employee came to collect her, her intense gaze mistaken for quite confidence.

“Ms. Hazama? They want to start a bit early…because of the specialty of the match”

“Ah…but I haven’t seen my opponent yet.” The tone was quiet, yet had force behind it. The employee had seen a myriad of lovely women in their line of work, but Harumi’s beautifully sculpted face and green eyes made her appear more like a piece of art. Something created with passion, force, will, and love. Even partially covered with a hood, the judoka’s face seemed to exude beauty and grace, making the employee feel as if there was already a huge wedge between them.

“W-well, you won’t have to wait long. She’s just about to make her entrance, but we need you to be ready for yours when the time comes.”

Harumi sighed, and the AFW employee noticed a strain of her silky hair fall from her hood, complimenting her further.

“…Alright…”

Despite the calm exterior she displayed with master skill, Harumi was shouting out in frustration at having her hopes dashed to bits. She would just have to face her foe head on, and do the best she could with what she was provided with and the skills she had honed.

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As Bunny Bomber’s entrance song finally died down, Ring of Fortune began to play over the speakers of the arena. The overhead lights dimmed to bring focus to the opposite entry way. A shower of cherry blossom petals rained over the audience as Harumi steeped into the light. Her face was partially obscured due to her hood. Rather than show off, all the Silent woman did was let her arm snake out of her cape, and raise her fist into the air like she had already achieved victory. The fans she had earned seemed to adore her confidence, as well as the hard stare she gave the woman in the ring, her green eyes standing out amongst the blue. Really, it was just so she could take a proper look at her opponent for the night.

She was actually surprised to see a girl in a cute, if a bit revealing bunny girl outfit. She could recall her eldest sister was actually really into these outfits, thinking they were actually really cute and always referring to them by a nickname…what was it again?

She walked down the ramp and towards the ring like a phantom, soundless and agile steps making it seem as if she was gliding across the floor. She made one large leap over the top rope and landed just as silently, her green eye piercing the hood’s veil as she inspected the bunny girl closer. All at once, Harumi recalled the nickname her sister always called these bunny girls.

“Bunny-Chans!”

It was a simple nickname, which made it all easier to forget. Perhaps if things went over well enough, she could get a picture for her sister…but at the moment she needed to focus.

With a movement that seemed to have been done dozens of time before, Harumi grasped the shoulder of her cape and with one swift motion removed it, letting it fly behind her and revealing her teal costume with white fur accented around the collar. Her stoic mask did not break, Harumi keeping her calm despite her nerves. She could separate her anxiety when in battle, her mind already preparing for the fight to come.

“I’ll be you opponent tonight. My name is Harumi Hazama, and I hope to have a great match with you.”

Bunny couldn't deny it: her opponent's entrance was impressive, at the very least. A little over the top, but the girl knew how to make a good show. Of course, Bunny thought to herself, that was going to be the extent of her show. After all, the bunnygirl planned on winning here, and as far as she was concerned this would be a simple victory on her path towards the top.

Bunny watched Harumi closely after she entered the ring, giving the girl a long, hard stare in return. Her eyes only broke away from Harumi's own when the black-haired fighter whipped off her, the pinkette taking the time to look over Harumi and give her a good sizing up. She was fit, and looked like she had a good body...which, of course, Bunny knew was a good thing. It would make her eventual win all the more satisfying!

Bunny stepped up to her as Harumi's music died down, meeting her in the center of the ring and smirking at her simple words. "Yeah. I'm sure this'll be a match neither of us are going to forget," she replied, a playful grin toying at the edges of her lips. As the bell finally rang, she lifted her arms up, wiggling her eyebrows towards Harumi as she offered her a simple lock-up to begin things.

"Shall we?"

Getting a closer look at Bunny Bomber was actually quite interesting. Harumi could tell his woman was far from a pushover. The costume was indeed revealing, but it helped highlight some of the woman’s more defined musculature. It was clear as day that no matter how long Bunny had been gone from the wrestling scene, she clearly didn’t miss a single workout the entire time. She gave off a slightly domineering presence, like she was already in control of the fight that had yet to begin. It was something that put the silent samurai on edge. She had learned many times before that looks could be deceiving…and Bunny was putting on a front that was a bit too cute to be true. Harumi was in uncharted territory, and Bunny had years of experience on her side. Caution would be the best way to get through this fight.

I wonder what her ear’s feel like…

The bell would ring, signaling the start of the fight. The crowd was already fired up from seeing a returning favorite face off against an up and coming newbie. Their cheers only grew as the battle began.

Harumi’s face was still expressionless, and her eyes remained focused on the pink bomber. Harumi did not know much, but Bunny’s nasty vibe didn’t sit well with the Judoka. As Bunny stretched out her arms in and offering to lock up, Harumi began to examine her, looking for any reason to doubt the excitable bunny girl. There was nothing that would imply ill will towards Harumi yet, and so with a simple nod the Teal attired warrior would move to lock up with her foe.

If she managed to do so successfully, Harumi would put some pressure on Bunny Bomber to test her strength and see exactly what it was she was up against.

Normally Bunny would have started things off with a cheap shot, a quick backhand to Harumi's face or something like that, and with so much on the line tonight, Bunny was even surprised with herself for not going for her usual dirty tactics. There was something about this match though, and something about Harumi's seriousness that made the bunnygirl want to try and give things a fair shake for once.

...for the time being, anyway.

The two women locked up, and Bunny planted her feet squarely against the mat. She leaned in against Harumi, biting her bottom lip as she pushed against her. Her arms flexed, and her biceps bulged, the surprisingly strong pinkette shoving up against the other woman, trying to draw on her strength and overpower the teal-clad warrior, wanting to shove her back and show her which of the two of them was strongest!

For such a cutesy and soft motif and theme, Bunny bomber actually seemed to be quite strong both in her physical power as well as her technique. The lockup on Bunny’s part held a certain type of confidence, one that was fitting for a veteran who had been doing this for as long as she had. What was even more alarming was her playful expression that she seemed to flash Harumi, biting her lip and grinning at the Judoka like she didn’t have a care in the world. All while she racked up the pressure and pushed Harumi further and further back.

Harumi struggled against Bunny’s mounting strength, her arms doing a decent job holding their own against the woman’s powerful biceps but slowly beginning to waiver as the smiling woman continued to push harder and harder. It was becoming readily apparent that Harumi would not end up any kind of favorable situation if the lock up continued as it was, with Bunny only getting a better chance to inflict harm if she got the teal woman in the corner.

Rather then continue to try and push against the rabbit girl, Harumi quickly attempted to place one of her feet on the Bunny’s stomach before dropping down to her back. If she managed to surprise the pink bomber, the Harumi would drag her pink haired foe down with her and send her off on a wild ride with a quick Tomoe Nage, looking to get some damage in early as well as shake the Bunny Bomber’s confidence a bit.

Bunny wasn't admittedly not too familiar with Harumi and her style in the ring. As she pushed and shoved and tried to overpower the woman, she wasn't entirely sure how she would react, and she hoping she could figure out what kind of fighter the judoka was judging off of how she handled herself here. Unfortunately for Bunny, she soon received a rude awakening as she found out just what Harumi could do!

The foot to her stomach stopped the bunnygirl's efforts in it's tracks, and soon enough Harumi was falling back and flipping Bunny over herself with the Tomoe Nage. There was a surprised sound that came from Bunny's lips, almost like a loud squawk, as she flew over Harumi and crashed onto the mat behind her. With wide eyes, the Wrestle Angel stared upwards, trying to take in what had just happened as she laid there on the canvas.

After a moment though, she sat up, shaking her head as she tried to gather her bearings, then began to rise back up to her feet. She was shaken, but she wasn't out, though at the moment her back was turned to the other woman...

There were some advantages to being relatively new in a fighting league. For one thing, veteran like Bunny bomber had little information to really go on, leaving a newcomer’s style a mystery that could be dangerous if one was to underestimate what their foe could do. While Bunny had years of experience in wrestling over Harumi, the stoic samurai still had years of Judo training ingrained in her like it was a part of life.

The Tome Nage was pulled off with both grace and trained efficiency, perfectly tossing the veteran fighter over onto her back with an impact that seemed to ring out over the audience. The surprised noise that flew free from Bunny’s mouth seemed to indicate her shock as the bunny girl lay sprawled across the floor trying to get her bearings as to what exactly just happened. The speed at which Harumi’s attacks came and how fast the shifted one’s perspective was certainly an advantage the judoka had over other combat styles, and it was one she had mastered over the years.

Harumi knew every second in this fight would count if she wanted any chance of defeating someone as prestigious as Bunny Bomber. Rather then stay dormant, Harumi was quick to kip up to her feet and dash towards the opposite side of the ring, looking over her shoulder to see the Bunny beginning to climb back to her feet. The woman’s cotton tail seemed to wave at Harumi, making it a perfect target for what the judoka had in mind.

Using the ropes as a spring, Harumi came speeding towards Bunny’s backside like an arrow let loose from a bow. Within seconds of Bunny finally finding her balance, Harumi would jump up and attempt to smash her right back town to the floor with an old fashioned dropkick!