AV 19 Valley Doll vs. Death Bunny

Death tended to have that effect on people. Bone-chilling terror that put them in a petrified, panic-stricken state. If it made Valley feel any better...that chair really fucking hurt. And it was most definitely a first for Death. So she earnestly hoped to repay Valley tenfold for that delightful experience, firstly by headbutting the chair chucking Cali-girl with skull rattling strength and putting her in a concussed state of vulnerability after slumping down to her knees

"...the fuck over here..." Under-voiced grumbles could still ascertain just how ticked off Death was as she tugged on Valley's back collar, yanking her along on her hands and knees until they came to the edge of their announcer's table. Besides which was the Spanish announcer's table, and from there the world could ascertain what was about to happen. Death slotting Valley's head between her powerful thighs with authority, one flipping upheaval later after hugging down on her waist, and the Cali-girl would become several seconds off from being meteorically powerbombed straight to hell, and right through the vacated table on the way.

Was Death Bunny trying to hit her with a powerbomb on the table?

...yup, she was. She definitely was.

That realization struck Valley hard as she was hefted and brought into that familiar position. She would’ve been hard pressed to take a vanilla powerbomb from Death Bunny, but one on the tables? Forget ten seconds, that might’ve been enough to keep her down for ten minutes. She was perilously close to losing this match, right here and now.

Death Bunny hefted her up with ease, putting the Slamazon on her shoulders and preparing for the plunge, a simple move that would end the match straightaway.

Knowing her time was short, Valley pressed down on Death Bunny’s head at the last moment and tried to hop off the woman’s shoulders, coming down behind her. The moment she touched down, she waited for Death Bunny to spin about then leaped back up again, grabbed her foe by the head, kicked her legs out and fell towards the table below, attempting to send them both crashing down with her girlfriend's signature and one of her favorite surprises - the Ace Cutter.

No harm in getting in a little extra Girlfriend Points where she could.

Well Death Bunny certainly wasn't about to bake Valley a plate of cookies and exchange cell numbers between them so they could stay up all night gossiping. As much as Blossom would have appreciated more congenial levity from her bunny-eared compatriot, and as much of a chatterbox Death found herself to be around the Californian, the Grim Hopper knew she needed to be all business if she intended to put the blonde-haired Slamazon down for the second and consequently final time of the night. Cleaning Valley's clock with that walloping headbutt came first, and stuffing her head betwixt her powerful thighs came second...

...but what came third would be upended as soon as the spry Cali-girl became situated atop the Reaper's shoulders. Death becoming irritatingly aware of Valley's gymnastic experience by how smoothly she ended up springing down behind her after pushing down on D.B.'s bunny-eared head, prompting her to spin about and become ensnared by Valley's leaping arms. Her jaw settled atop Valley's shoulder before being brought crashing downward and through the announcer's table they were both standing on, the cataclysmic collision utterly wrecking the now imploded desk to ecstatic cheers of fans who knew whose crushing finisher that was.

This would mark the second time that Valley had her butt pulled out of the fire by her girlfriend’s signature move, taking advantage of its clutch nature to surprise her opponents...and, also, to pick up some extra brownie points. No harm, there.

Most importantly, it was effective, bringing her fluffy foe crashing down and making an impressive wreckage. It wasn’t all that fun for Valley Doll, mind you, since she landed poorly on a monitor and not have it poking into her spine, but aside from that she was doing well. Certainly better than her opponent, who took the lion’s share of the pain.

”Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!”

Valley rolled out of the wreckage and stumbled to her feet as the adoring public gave their impressions of her move, and while she would’ve loved nothing better than to bask in the moment, she knew there was some important work to do. She had a bunny to bury.

Chairs. Laptops. Water bottles. Valley began to scramble about the area, grabbing anything and everything she could get her hands on and tossing it on Death Bunny in a frenzy. For the final piece, she lifted the Japanese announcer’s table, tipped it over, and let it come crashing down on top of the entire mess she’d made, burying her foe in a mishmash of metal and plastic, one that she’d had trouble getting out of under natural circumstances, if she hadn't just been hit by an Ace Cutter.

With that done, Valley stumbled back, leaned against the apron, and motioned to the referee, who had just came out of the ring to inspect the madness. ”There you go.”

Saying "and then it all came crashing down" may have seemed cliché, but what could have better encapsulated Death going from being in firm control of the match...to having her jaw rocked atop her opponent’s shoulder with a calamitous impact that sent literal shockwaves throughout the Reaper's fallen carcass. Hours and hours of match research wouldn't have prepared Death for a finisher that wasn't even a part of Valley's goddamn repertoire. Shit...maybe Death should start busting out corkscrew moonsaults from the top rope or something. It might just earn her the types of resoundingly positive results that Valley's gotten away with. Hell...maybe even sprinkle in some Hentai-youknowhatnevermind. That is most definitely her blossoming girlfriend talking, no doubt from within the rattled recesses of Death's subconscious as she started regaining her senses.

Unmoving and inert aside from a slight twitch of her fingers and occasional spasm of her head, Death would not even start to unearth herself from underneath the tabled wreckage when heaps of additional weight would start to be mounted top her. Much to her seething displeasure as what amounted to every movable piece of furniture being leveled upon her until naught one of her floppy rabbit ears was visible by the time Valley had finished perpetrating her ironic act of burying the one who usually threatens her opponent's with burials of her own. Overkill at its finest perhaps, but no one could have faulted the Californian with taking extra precautions considering the threat-level presented, and who was currently being counted down by the pin-stripped official tossing her hands into the air to the audience's bated breath's as she started getting closer and closer...until...

"...8!!!...9!!!........10!!!!! Ring the bell!!!! Second win goes to Valley!!!!"

Words could not desire how much of a relief it was to hear that ten count. In fact, Valley was fairly certain it was the most relieved she’d ever felt in a match without actually winning the dang thing.

She’d pulled up a chair - just about the only one she hadn’t thrown on the pile - to rest while the count happened, trying to catch her breath...and be in a good position to do something if Death Bunny came bursting out of that wreckage like a phoenix, which she half expected the woman to do. It seemed insane to think she could find her way out of even that, but she wouldn’t be too surprised with a women like this. The Harrowing Hare seemed able to come back from everything.

But this time, she didn’t. The count happened, went all the way through, and Valley Doll was the last woman standing. Or, well, sitting.

With a long, deep sigh, she pushed her way up to her feet, stepped forward and started the process of unearthing her opponent with the referee’s help. Death Bunny probably wasn’t in any danger of suffocating under all this stuff, it was mostly chairs and debris with plenty of holes, but the sooner she got her foe out, the sooner...they...could…

”What? What?”

Valley and the referee exchanged confused glances as they looked at the emptied pile, one that was curiously missing her fluffy opponent. Confusing and more than a little creepy…

One particular backstage director spit out coffee all over his monitor in the Gorilla position after witnessing what had the rest of the world flabbergasted too. The utter disappearance of one of their premier talents right in the middle of a match of their most grandiose and prestigious show of the year. Panic and/or pandemonium abounding as orders started being barked into headsets for camera guys to start scanning around the immediate area, with those in the back rewinding footage and replaying it at their monitors to try and spot the when, where, and how of this of this unprecedented disappearing act. The referee aiding Valley in the upheaval until there was no debris left to look under. Offering Valley a sheepish..."Uh...D...Do you believe in the supernatural?"

Blanketing darkness overcoming all as the arena lights dimmed to near nothingness for several nerve-wracking seconds. A lavender hue soon afterward being emitted from the light fixtures at the middle of the ramp, and from out of the darkness came Death herself came marching chillingly down the ramp with her head tilted down and a silver chain being slung over her shoulder. A chain that The Dead Woman gripped with one hand as she trudged onward with dawning purple light flickering on the ramp and illuminating her path until it was revealed that it was a black casket being brought to the ring. Settled on a creaking wooden stand on wheels with a billowing cloak covering its sides. Death entering the ring by stepping onto the ring apron and over the ropes by pushing down on the top tether. The arena now fully illuminated with a battered, heaving, and very pissed off bunny girl meeting Valley in the middle of the ring, the announcer snapping herself out of it and making it crystal clear what the audience already knew and were cheering for.

"Th-The final match type, as per Death Bunny's choice, will be A CASKET MATCH!!!!!"

Did Valley believe in the supernatural? Kinda/sorta/not really. She was, at best, a lapsed Catholic, didn’t attend church or pay much attention to it, and she suspected they wouldn’t wanted her there with her current lifestyle. Not really the best place for an AFW wrestler. So she was pretty ambivalent about the idea of ghosts and demons and monsters and magic and all that nonsense. Made for neat little theatrics in a match.

This was new, though. Definitely new. She had to admit, she hadn’t seen this one coming.

She opened her mouth to respond with something nervous yet snarky, when the lights suddenly went black - never, ever a good sign in wrestling. She whipped her head around, expecting an attack from any direction, but that thankfully never came - instead, she was drawn towards the ramp, where, sure enough, Death Bunny awaited. With a casket.

”Huh.” Valley blinked, a couple of times, then shrugged and let out a long sigh. ”Really should’ve seen that coming.”

She took one step forward, then another, then took a quick running start to slide into the ring and popped to her feet, rising just a few feet shy of her foe. She stepped closer, one step, putting her in striking distance. Hand on her hip, she raised her face and looked right in the eyes of the mountain she was preparing to climb.

”You ready to finish this?”

People who were skeptical of Death Bunny's macabre mystique tended to prefer finding real-life explanations and workarounds to determine how The Grim One managed to pull off some of her more supernatural feats. Tactics ranging from trick mirrors to body doubles being bandied about online as feasible rationalization's. Although it was safe to say that even the most ardent of skeptics were going to have a difficult time attempting to explain how Death managed to disappear from area of the arena and reappear halfway across it in record time after being buried beneath a mountain of heaped on furniture.

The bunny-eared merchant of death tugging behind her a readied casket should this match be indeed taken towards a third round and its ultimate conclusion. Death for now remaining silent throughout the entirety of her hauling drag and up till this point in time. Where she was currently standing toe-to-toe with Valley Doll who'd bravely opted to face off with Death herself, matching Valley's gaze with dead-eyed intensity as her nostrils flared from breathed exhalations. The palpable tension in the air and electricity fueled hype of the moment drawing a dynamic fervor out of the cheering audience who were unaware as to what Valley would start asking Death. Which she wouldn't end up getting to finish as D.B. cut her off mid-question by reeling her head back for a booming Glaskow Kiss headbutt.

Even though Valley didn’t get to ask her question in full, she was still given the answer. If that headbutt was any indication, than yes, Death Bunny was very much ready to finish this.

The blow hit her square on the forehead, making a noise of coconuts crashing that was so sharp it left her ears ringing. Valley’s head jerked back after the strike, and it stayed in that position for a good, long moment. Simply staring straight up. Unmoving. Unthinking. Unblinking. She wobbled left, then right, then right again, then came to a complete stop, standing stockstill. Erect. Perfect.

Then she fell.

Valley flopped down on her back and immediately started hissing, as she reached up to caress her aching skull. That had sucked. She wasn’t going to deny it. Her vision cloudy, all she could do for the moment was lay there and tried to reboot her brain. But she’d need a minute…