SS21 - Death Bunny vs Rebecca Tomko

Death granted her adversary the courtesy of not entertaining the idea of a premature pin attempt. Doing so frequently does have tactical benefits on it's own, such as whittling down their resistance towards being pinned and gauging just how fatigued her foe was  by how long it takes for the kickout. But considering how titanic an effort it's going to take to topple this ebon musclehead, Death reckoned these chances were going to be few and far between. So cranking down on a head vice while positioning all of her weight atop Tomko was the strategy chosen from her playbook. One that appeared to be proceeding smoothly until it wasn't. The B.C. enforcer soldiering up one motion at a time, although not without a rabbit-eared burden around her neck weighing her down. Brought from their knees back up to their feet but with Tomko still angled over herself, the Dead Woman gnashing her teeth with reinforced torques to make this journey has strenuous as possible.

Rebecca had restored her vertical base and got her boots firmly back on the ground after being taken for a ride by the undead rabbit, but she still had the looming frustration that was her foe's strong arm still wrapped tightly around her neck to contend with while her face scrunched up under the pressure. The ropes weren't going to be much help even if she could continue to muscle her way up and push DB into them: this was no DQ, she couldn't really punch or kick her way out: she was still doubled over enough for DB to keep her grip on meaning the ebony amazon couldn't get any real force into any blows and with one arm around the purple haired rabbit's waist she couldn't get an angle either. As long as the bunny kept her posture like this with her feet firmly on the mat there wasn't much Rebecca could do.

So she decided that she wasn't going to let her keep her feet on the mat. Tightening her grip around DB, Rebecca lifted the smaller powerhouse up off the canvas, allowing herself to straighten out while her foe suddenly found herself lying back on the amazon's shoulder for just long enough before Rebecca brought her back down, landing tail-first on the thick thigh of the bigger woman in a nasty atomic drop.

Veterans from opposing wrestling schools would have either chastised Death for not immediately adjusting on the fly once Rebecca started making headway in regaining her verticality...or commended her for sticking to her guns and milking every last drop out of the strained headlock first. Time will tell as to whether her tactic is lauded or lampooned with the luxury of hindsight, but the reality of the situation is that Death's cantankerous stubbornness was the ultimate deciding factor once push came to shove. She exactly started expecting a fair deal of pushing and/or shoving now that Tomko was upright once again...

...actually she would have preferred that instead of being hefted off the ground with startling ease, even for Tomko. The panic etched on her face was genuine although thankfully difficult to verify due to her being draped like a sack of potatoes over the Enforcer's shoulder second's before she dropped the proverbial boom for the most painful seat in the house. Death bunny hopping off of the Enforcer's muscled thigh with a bellowed groan and soothing hand massaging her rear's plump curvature. Anguished from the spiked pain but eventually finding the adjacent corner turnbuckle to rest against, although not without losing her balance and collapsing down to her knees, and at the very least settling that debate between veterans.

Rebecca gasped in relief as she stood tall in the ring, her head finally free of the crushing pressure that was going to give her dentist a field day from the feel of the amazon's jaw, and now it was time to give the Dead Rabbit a bit of payback for the opening exchange. With the ebony giantess' footsteps booming on the canvas, she reached over to the kneeling woman and grabbed a fist full of purple hair, yanking her neck back before sending it forward, slamming Death Bunny's skull straight into the turnbuckle with vicious force. Whatever padding there was on there it wouldn't feel like enough as Rebecca smashed her foe's head into it.

Alright bullshit like this was exactly why Death hated fighting musclebound meatheads. Because if she were fighting anyone else than she wouldn't have to anticipate counters that involved dead-lifting her into the sky. All for what Death thought would be, and now sorely regrets wasn't, a stalled suplex attempt before now retreating towards whatever perceived safety she could find. Palming her bunny backside which stung like a mother and regrettably made her unaware of the Enforcer's presence until she had already snatched a fistful of hair. Death snarled out with her fulsome chest puffed out against her stretched thin top before having her face savagely dunked into the middle turnbuckle, rebounding back to her knees in a half-lidded stupor before placidly slumping into the same thin padding. Instinctually twisting herself about in a fatigued huff to be seated in the corner she also now sorely regrets retreating to.

Beating down someone as big and tough as Death Bunny is was hard work, lifting her up had been impressive but what the amazon really needed now was to take a breather, especially since she had the big woman resting on her chest with her arm around the amazon's neck for a fairly long time, and she could take that breather in the very corner she had slammed the rabbit in to. Who cared if the purple haired zombie was still there or not?

What initially looked like the Big Guns of the Bullet Club grinding her knee into DB's face soon turned into the ebony amazon pressing her thick thigh into her foe's face, and then her hips instead, crushing her against the turnbuckles while Rebecca got as good of a rest as she could given the fact that she was supposed to be fighting for her life right now.

Death would have liked to believe that she was in far more dire need of a brief respite than Rebecca after having her head rammed into the middle turnbuckle with enough strength to have the typically taut ropes jostle around like they were made of rubber. The scant few seconds of relief was thoroughly appreciated nevertheless, though what wasn't appreciated was being used as a very involuntary seat cushion. Death's mushed grimace against the Enforcer's swole hamhock and hindquarters caught by a ringside cameramen as she vehemently struggled against the muscled mass squished against her. The boo-birds flying from the blatant disrespect being shown, with D.B. scraping her boots against the canvas until the first sign of Tomko easing up was capitalized on by Death rolling underneath the bottom ropes to a fatigued flop outside.

It wasn't the most relaxing break for the Big Guns, not with her attention on trying to make Death Bunny suffer pain and humiliation, but what she could say is that it didn't take much effort from the Ebony Amazon to just sit on her opponent like the big bully she was being in the ring, and the purple haired rabbit had just about had enough of that bullshit. Escaping through the ropes "Not so scary when you're not sneaking up on people, huh?" The bigger woman taunted as she moved to follow her foe, holding the top rope down with immense force as she stepped over the cables and climbed down off the apron.

"Come on," Rebecca breathed as she walked over to grab the Dead Rabbit by the head once again, this time with intention of dunking her into the ring post instead of just the turnbuckle pad, and if the first one gave her a headache then she was really not going to like being forced to headbutt the exposed steel.

Although it was an enticing perspective to some and perhaps far more admired by Adrian herself, Death was infinitely less grateful from becoming the writhing middle ground between the padded turnbuckle and the overbearing Enforcer. The sheer fact that Tomko could effectively subdue the Dead Woman merely by sitting on her had painted the unfavorable portrait of just what kind of steep challenge Death currently had degrading her before managing to take a spilling tumble outside. Death's labored breathing got some wind back in her sails as she started sluggishly arising to her hands and knees, somehow needing another respite from the respite she just attempted. Matters apparently not improving for her as the towering Amazon snatched D.B. by the hair for a hauled ascension upwards, one that had the bunny girl meekly patting around the Tomko's thighs in an apparently feeble resistance...but was in fact just Death finding the right grip to clench onto before ducking low, plowing her shoulder into the Enforcer's abdomen, and bullrushing Rebecca spine first into the same steel pole.

Rebecca was all ready to give the Dead Rabbit a taste of steel, yanking on her purple hair while the ebony amazon smiled smugly at what she thought was her foe's scrambling attempts to do something about the fact she was stuck in the giantess' clutches again. Unfortunately for her the rabbit she'd caught still had a lot of fight left and the big woman was suddenly pushed back into the solid steel.

"Nggh!" Rebecca grimaced as the pole smacked between her shoulder blades sending a stinging sensation all the way from her head down her spine, gritting her teeth in pain as she slumped against the side of the ring face to face with the doubled over Death Bunny.