Lucky vs Death Bunny 2: Breakthrough!

It was actually surprisingly easy to make contact with the proper channels in order to get this all arranged, DB making it SO much easier on her this time around! By getting in contact with her opponent's manager through her own, Sakura managed to set up a REMATCH with the scary, bunny lady, Lucky sensing... that they had a connection now! No, not something romantic where Sakura had feelings for her and DB did too and she just didn't know it yet... but their relationship was at least BETTER than before, she thought! Death Bunny didn't throw her into anything outside of a match... she didn't threaten her wellbeing... much, boy, compared to the scariness that the Irish-beauty displayed in their first fight, they might as well had been GOOD friends!

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But now wasn't the time to dwell on relationships... For once, as her name was called, Sakura didn't come out smiling and waving, blowing kisses at the many beautiful girls that cheered her name and held up supporting signs! For once, Lucky came out with a serious, almost uncharacteristic frown, her emerald eyes hardened with resolve for the battle ahead! Lucky had been preparing herself mentally for this confrontation ever since she established the date for their fight. She couldn't take this lightly if she wanted to win... She had to fight with everything she had ALL the TIME! No jokes, no kisses or hugs or niceties...

She was gonna give Death Bunny 100%!

Sakura stood in the middle of the ring, arms at her sides, fingers clenched into fists as she stared out towards her opponent's entrance stoically... still. The crowd almost fell completely silent, shocked by this behavior! AFW's plucky, go-lucky cheerleader... it was almost as if someone had replaced her with an evil, silent, not-at-all-happy clone!

Death Bunny did have to attribute one thing to Lucky. The un...bearably chipper sunflower of a wrestler did indeed have a knack for bringing a little light into other's lives. Including the macabre reaper girl herself, unbelievably enough. She hadn't remembered the last time she was earnestly looking forward to a match before, especially one that was adamantly ill-advised when the first go around could only be classified as an unadulterated slobber-knocker that was ruled a knockout victory practically before people could start questioning as to whether this could possibly be a mismatch. Except that D.B's eager enthusiasm wasn't exactly cultivated in anything particularly...wholesome. The devil bunny girl on D.B.'s shoulder once again taking the helm of her thought processes when presented with the option of squaring off with Sakura once again...and bringing unfettered destruction upon her once again. Seeing someone so adorably innocent getting walloped senseless was just so...maliciously enticing to her. And any fleeting pangs of guilt from brutalizing her this time around were nowhere to be felt since she had been the one to willingly step right back into the lion's den...

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Solemn chanting and woeful lyrics being the foreboding background music to D.B.'s entrance theme...but nothing else about D.B.'s entrance seemed to be the norm, for her. The statuesque bunny girl sauntering out with her tattered trenchcoat lackadaisically slung over her shoulder with her other hand placed inside of her pocket, for once showcasing a bit of pep to her step and unintentional sway to her naturally shapely hips. The top hat on her noggin not even being tilted downward so she could maintain eye-contact with the lucky cheerleader, sporting the same devilish, foreboding smile that she left Sakura with whenst last they spoke in that deserted hallway. A rolling tumble under the bottom rope and prompt hop back to her feet came before she flung her trenchcoat and top hat towards the referee suddenly being blinded by the enshrouded darkness, both hands cupped inside the pockets of her daisy dukes as she approached Lucky. The bewildering juxtaposition of D.B. smiling and Sakura being stone serious not going unnoticed by the fans.

"...can't say I didn't try to warn you. You sure this is what you want?"

It seemed everything had gotten all topsey-turvey this day as the two women stepped out to face one another, Lucky's uncharacteristic seriousness being met with Death Bunny's surprising energetic excitement. It was as if the sunshine that Sakura naturally brought had fallen to the dark while DB's abyss glowed with little shimmers of light... Something had happened where the two of them had taken aspects of the other into themselves, two dichotomous beings taking a step into each other's world... Lucky wasn't going to be letting anything get in her way of winning this time, the cheerleader putting EVERYTHING she had into this fight... She DID have something to prove when it came to the rabbit, that she COULD fight if she wanted too and put up a DAMN GOOD ONE at that! Not many people believed she was a credible fighter given her record, that all she was good for was kissing and fondling and fucking other girls...

...They were wrong.

Wrestling was fun and all but there were times when you met someone you just couldn't ignore, someone who demanded NO LESS than 100%! That was who Death-Bunny was to her right now. While Maddie Lux would forever be her pan-ultimate rival, a woman she both LOVED and wanted to surpass to the end of her days... Death Bunny was as close to an "enemy" as Sakura could get! She didn't hate her... Hell, she wasn't even close to DISLIKING her! But defeating her... That was the only thing on her mind... ever since she accepted her challenge all that time ago.

Lucky would walk right up to DB as DB would to her, the two of them locking eyes, their expressions better suited to each other's faces. DB asked if this was what Lucky wanted, if she was SURE she wanted to go through with this... and to that, Lucky only said one word:

"Yes."

Flat. A-matter-of-fact. She WAS ready. Arrogance... nor even confidence touched the heart of Sakura this day... Determination, though, was the only thing visible. From how her muscles firmly tensed in anticipation, how she locked eyes with her foe, how she stood toe-to-toe with one of AFW's patented best fighters, Lucky was determined not to go down like she did last time, not to succumb to baser emotions like fear. She really liked DB... and she was going to show it by giving this fight all she had! She did not miss the joviality DB brought with her this time, though, something that did strike Lucky as a little... odd. She smiled like nothing Lucky had ever seen... approached her as casually as she would a friend! Reflexively, Sakura could feel the corners of her lips curl up in response, her arms twitch lightly as if wanting to WRAP around DB in a BIG hug... But those feelings were quickly squashed... Sakura's fingers curled into fists as she stared up a the Irish woman... before backing away to her corner.

...The match was about to begin.

Not altogether predatory, but unequivocally threatening could best describe the unmistakable aura D.B. had attributed to herself and was being cast like an elongated shadow in the cheerleader's direction...absent of mirthful cheer, bunny-eared though it may have been. As if a world of torturous malice and the brutality that tended to accompany it were kept at bay behind the deadened iris' currently fixated on the bubbly ball of sunshine and lolipops before her. One who was being conspicuously monotone and benign, especially compared to how Sakura carried herself when they first crossed paths. Almost day and night, really. No floppy bunny ears dangling from her head, and no cutsy-wootsy handshakes from her as if they could be the bestest of pals and start having pajama sleepovers when this was all said and done...D.B. would like to take full credit for this dramatic and welcomed switch-up of personas. Perhaps she FINALLY got through that granitic skull of hers that Bunny Reaper was not one to cater foolishness, oblige childishness, or babysit the unprepared. Not a single ounce of that old Lucky was there. You can all thank D.B. later.

"Good answer."

Standing resolute before the Avatar Of Death and remaining unflinchingly composed. It would remain to be seen if this were a symptom of undaunted courage, or mere deranged lunacy. Either way, D.B. was feeling those old competitive juices flowing again. A tightening crunch of her right fist into the palm of her left hand for a cracking snap of her knuckles as D.B. responded morosely. That old sense of bloodlust percolating just under D.B.'s surface from the unfettered conviction Sakura was standing before her with today, the determination of a someone looking to prove something. What violent thoughts crept inside of her mind were not meant for the weak of heart or squeamish of constitution, but they were there regardless and were the cause for her eliciting a genuine smile on the brawler's grim visage. Hugging it out with D.B. right now...would have probably not have been the wisest of decisions. Not when Sakura was finally earning some brownie points in the Bunny Reaper's dark book, and not if the peppy cheerleader valued those arms of hers. Unbeknownst to nigh the entire world, defeating D.B., if played correctly, could give you significant leverage towards actually befriending her. Or at the very least showing her something in the ring she'd never seen before could possibly do the trick. Perhaps one reason why D.B. has scant genuine friends.

Backpedaling creepily with a whirling rotation to her right arm, she brought some space between her and Luck until her spine and backside bounced against the corner turnbuckle behind her.  No further words being uttered or sound being made aside from the jingling clang of the ring bell signalling this match was indeed underway and commencing. D.B. adopting her MMA fighting stance, hands up and unclenched as she approached the plucky cheerleader with every intention of throwing peppered strikes straight at that bubbly face of hers.

There wasn't much to be said when it came to this fight, the two of them only sharing one-word acknowledgements before moving to their corners. As far as they were concerned, there wasn't going to be any huge emotional reactions on either end of the spectrum, either Death Bunny's dark perversions or Lucky's radiant sunlight. Something had been learned after their last match and the two of them would meet on their respective sides in the middle, The cheerleader still quietly hopeful and excited for this fight, her more wild and positive emotions tempered in perspective and Death Bunny's hellish and chilling anger seemingly restrained and controlled with the firm hand of expectation. The two figures were stoic in their way when it came to this battle, their eyes locked intently on one another as observed from across the ring, Sakura flexing her fingers in front of her... DB cracking her knuckles... A quiet intensity practically compressed the air between them as if the force of their gazes had true physical weight, a small compression of air between then where their glares met.

DING!

Sakura lifted her hands up in her own MMA-style stance, one she mimicked from her senpai Natasha Loclear. Once the Hentai champion, Natasha was also a formidable combatant in her own right as Lucky could attest, her martial-arts prowess being one that Lucky had asked for and trained to make her own! Observing, copying and replicating her teacher's technique, honing that technique through her fights with her master, Sakura had created a FIRM approximation of Natasha's stance... DB would take up her own as well in contrast to their last fight, DB having a solid MMA-style pose that assumed POWERFUL offense with a formidable defense, her head and body tucked behind her hands as she inched towards the cheerleader. Lucky would approach similarly, her arms raised protectively near her face, palms open to catch or deflect, her eyes focused periphery attentive to both of the woman's hands...

DB was naturally the aggressor in their confrontation, throwing quick, rapid yet coordinated strikes at Sakura's head when she got comfortably within her range, the cheerleader responding with an appropriate defense of bobbing and weaving! Her head was like the target of Wack-a-mole, popping up and around the hammers as they FLEW in, impossible to strike as they would duck out of the way JUST in time! Some tried to catch her, spotting her movements and attempted to intercept, the cheerleader lifting her hands to gently push them JUST out of the way with her palm... the outside of her wrist... analyzing the combination before her as a machine might... scanning for weaknesses!

Sakura squatted LOW as a jab SHOT over her head, a blow meant for the center of her face, the cheerleader SHOOTING LIGHTNING fast up to her full height, her knee ROCKETING up at DB's stomach in a massive rising knee-strike, the cheerleader following up with a sharp HOOK of her own, aimed at CRACKING DB across the jaw and sending her stumbling back, putting a good bit of distance between them! Should her blows connect, the cheerleader would take a quick hop back, her fingers clenching into fists as she took up her stance once again, her eyes sharp... attentive.

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Never one to be caught unawares by an opponent, regardless of height, weight, or cherubic demeanor, the embittered brawler cautiously approached the currently unlucky cheerleader as she would have anyone else in her line of sight once the bell had chimed the commencement of this unorthodox throwdown. The Grim Hopper having experienced a litany of varied opponent types in her days bloodying the floors of underground wrestling clubs around the city. From psychotic little nymph's to rotund behemoths masking their murderous intent behind a veil of cheerful innocence...D.B. knew better than to make the rookie mistake of underestimating those before her purely based on first impressions. Not when making such a grave mistake could possibly lead to you never having the opportunity to make it again. So when looking deeper, past the bright cheerleader outfit and bubbly bounce to her freshly permed hair, D.B. latched onto the burning flame of the competitive drive guiding Sakura's fleet-footed actions in the ring.

Something that, much like her newly acquired expertise in MMA fighting stances, most definitely wasn't present when they last locked horns. Surprising the Bunny Reaper enough to narrow her eyes and begin approaching with the cautious respect offered to anyone else looking to engage in fisticuffs, but with a touch of proficient finesse. However, it was clearly a stance mimicked from others and not essentially taught or honed herself through a lifetime of personal scuffles. To put it simply...there were just some things you can't be taught when it comes to bare-knuckle grappling. So D.B. ceaselessly approached regardless with her peppering jabs merely intended to put Sakura in defensive and rob her of the initiative. None having connected to her scowling chagrin as Sakura took to bobbing and weaving as if SHE were the one deserving of the lagomorphic nickname and not D.B. The speedy knee strike being blocked by the sudden uplifting of her own knee for a booming stalemate...ensuring that D.B. maintained the alacrity to catch the blurring motion out the corner of her eye and impede it's cold-cocking momentum with her own uplifted arm. Both of Sakura's counter strikes connecting with their interned targets..but making an impact regardless. In the way that it made D.B. acknowledge just how serious the lucky cheerleader was going to be taking this fight this time around. The scowling resoluteness in her eyes non-verbally communicating as such to Sakura as the Grim One re-approached undeterred hoping that Sakura would not notice the ring ropes behind she was being ushered toward or the jutting knee strike D.B. was intending to plow into her breadbasket.

Lucky's determination didn't at all block out her field of vision, the cheerleader having taken careful notes of her surroundings. Her Emerald eyes followed both her opponent... and the ring about her as she bobbed, attacked and retreated, calculating in her head how close she was getting to the oncoming ropes. Like a stealthy assassin, they crept up on the golden-clad wrestler, attempting to entrap her in it's flexible, ropy grip! Even if her attacks struck true, HAMMERING into DB with a fierceness unknown to this woman, the irish bunny of doom wasn't to be deterred so easily! Despite her relatively thin and taught frame, she could take more punishment than ANYONE Sakura had ever known... and that meant she couldn't let herself get caught! Tanks, of all kinds, just loved to entrap their speedier prey in a corner... and if this happened, it would be like trying to squirm out of air-tight hand-cuffs! There was no CHANCE of escape... or mercy. Lucky knew that she didn't have good chances of slipping out through the sides either fore her opponent was close too... if not just as.... IF NOT MORE quick than she was! Death Bunny was as smart and perceptive as she was dangerous... She would do everything she could to box Lucky in and make her speed and dexterity worthless to her...

...But Sakura had an idea!

The knee-strike DB brought up to Lucky's buxom chest was as much a blessing as it was a danger! Those ropes were going to work for her whether DB wanted them to or not! With the tiniest grin flicking across her full lips! DB's knee would SLAM into Lucky's arms as she brought them up to shield herself, the cheerleader THROWING herself back with the momentum of the attack, PUSHING her deep into the embrace of the ropes... And, as per their nature, the rubber-bands FLUNG her back out as quickly as they moved to hold her, Sakura SHOOTING into a sprint towards DB, her arm shooting out to catch her in a quick and powerful clothesline! Should it connected, Sakura would SPIN on her heel (hopefully as DB was getting up, her boot shooting out to SLAM into her opponent's jaw in a massive superkick, intent on sending her DOWN to the floor again!

Exchanging fisticuffs in an embattled slug-fest was not exactly how D.B. envisioned this match transpiring...not that she was complaining about getting a more competitive fight out of the chipper cheerleader from the last time they met within the squared circle. Where there were talks of penalizing the referee for not intervening in a stoppage of the match sooner from how one-sided it became. But now things were different. Matters were more on an even kilter. Bobbing and weaving, searching for openings while studying the other person's spatial footwork and movement patterns. A veritable striker's dance taking place between the cheerleader and bunny girl with it still being determined as to who would end up making the first misstep and paying for it dearly. But this was a dance D.B. had done one too many times to start tripping up on the ballroom floor all of a sudden. The Dead Woman smirking ambitiously herself from how contentious, and aggressive Sakura was coming at her this time around...showing her skills previously unbeknownst to her.

Content to see her jutting knee strike make contact, even if it was against a pair of shielding arms rather than her squishy boobs, D.B. motioned forward to continue her offensive push after sending the bright-eyed fan-favorite flying backwards. A killer instinct of hers for once working against her as she didn't anticipate all of it to be a well-choreographed string of counters, starting with Sakura ricocheting off of the ropes and using both her rebounding momentum and her own natural flair for speed to deliver a stiff clothesline that knocked the bunny reaper backwards with a stunted breath. Winding her slightly and causing her to wince in pain, but it wasn't anything world-shattering. No, that particular part came next. The cheerleader twirling about in a wind-up motion to superkick that rocked D.B.'s jaw with a clacking impact. Directing the bunny girl's squinting eyes towards the illuminated stadium ceiling above with one quivering backstep being taken, than another, before her teetering momentum had her collapsing forward in what a stunned audience believed to be the Bunny Reaper soon to be kissing the canvas...but a split-second stomp forward instead had D.B. taking a knee. Slumped over and grumbling from her cupped, aching jaw about the ringing bells sounding off in her ear.

Lucky's attacks wouldn't fell DB, the giantess the size of an average-woman, but her attacks wouldn't simply be brushed off either! DB's body responded to the damage afflicting it with more animation than one would assume it would EVER allow, Lucky's first hit SLAMMING across DB's chest and the other nearly knocking her on her ass! The Bunny Reaper of all Unworthy Souls wouldn't simply collapse to a blow from an angel such as Lucky, however, not one as weak as that! She would STAMP her foot and catch herself before the ground could IMPACT with her face, DB collapsing to a single knee and cradling her pained jaw, seemingly surprised by the sheer aggression Lucky was showing in this match! Indeed, the caring, sweet and bubbly woman Sakura normally was was taking a break this day, replaced by a creature of determination and drive, one that craved the respect and admiration of the Dark Bunny Princess, the sight of cracking that seemingly invulnerable shell that woman enveloped herself with!

...And that meant unrelenting pressure, speed and viciousness, one of those Lucky was learning about all the time in this fight from a first-person perspective! While DB was kneeling on the ground, Sakura would LEAP upon her like a giant cat leaping upon her prey, the cheerleader then changing animals to the constricting embrace of a sub-aquatic invertebrate, her arms and legs entangling around her opponent's body in a CRUSHING hold!

Sakura, if left uninterrupted, would LOCK DB DOWN in a punishingly agonizing Octopus Hold, aiming on planting her FACE-DOWN on the mat like she had intended to with those strikes... but this time hold her there as her arm was being bent back at such a torturous angle that it would be only a matter of time before the joint gave out and then shattered altogether!

There was an... uncomfortable silence among the crowd, an almost uncomfortable squirming that washed over them like a wave upon a still surface of water, each person chattering quietly to their neighbor about Sakura's... radical transformation, unsure if it was... good for her... They were almost intimidated by the harshness this little ball of sunlight could be capable of... especially as she demonstrated it upon a woman she herself respected.

A bit of wobbly inebriation always came with getting your jaw clocked like that, even moreso if you didn't see it coming in the slightest. And how could have the Bunny Reaper have predicted that level of jaw-cracking precision from someone she'd sent to the infirmary last time before the fans could even settle into their seats. Why, If D.B. didn't know any better, she would start to suspect that Lucky was actually beginning to take this match seriously. Bunny pieced that delightful nugget of information together thanks to the throbbing soreness in her jaw, the clanging ringing in both her bunny and regular bunny ears, and the sudden and immediate urge to take a knee or risk being potentially laid out on her bunny ass. Gobsmacked audience members not recalling the last time they'd seen Sakura showcase this much level-headed intensity from a wrestler whose most appreciated for bringing sunshine and good cheer into her matches along with a sensually playful wrestling style. Though an equal part of their astonishment also comes from seeing the Murder Bunny From Hell herself brought to one knee by that same cheerleader.

*Well...isn't that somethin...* D.B. pondered with a gloved hand cupping her mandible, bristling bitterly while taking the time to gather herself and hopefully not allow this match to go any further South. She was definitely intrigued by where this match was going and what Sakura was bringing to the table tonight...but not allowed much time to reflect on this deliberate change in tempo before being besieged upon. D.B. scrunching her face from feeling the cherubic cheerleader's added weight and the stiffened extension of her right arm into the air along with the back of Lucky's smooth thigh leveraged against the back of her bunny-eared head. A more slouched posture being taken as the Bunny Reaper began gradually sinking lower as if Lucky's intended submission would indeed have D.B.'s forehead mashing against the canvas...until the hand of her extended arm tightened into a fist, and the exact opposite motion began being taken. A deep exhalation coming from her flared nostrils as she began ascending with the unlucky cheerleader still splayed across her back. The Undead Reaper arising from the dead...now back on her feet before chucking Lucky onto her shoulders, and taking a tumbling spill towards the sides with D.B. following along in a Death Valley Driver attempt.