SS21 - Death Bunny vs Rebecca Tomko

Death extended one leg behind her with a concerted effort to restrain the enforcer against the metallic cylinder for several more seconds, feelin Rebecca's brawny weight crumpled atop her and irksomely reminding the reaper just how much strained effort it's going to take with this next maneuver. She shimmied to the the side while positioning one hand grip to clasp around the back of Tomko's head and her other hand behind the kneecap of one of Beck's legs. Exhaling with a guttural obscenity from hauling the giantess upon her shoulder's in a Fireman's Carry position, a lethargic step or two being taken while adjusting Rebecca with a brief hop before careening backwards in a Samoan Drop. One which hopefully takes more wind out of Rebecca's sails for taking it than Death's for implementing it.

If one display of strength wasn't enough the Bunny made another dominant display as she let the crumpling amazon fall onto her shoulders before bracing herself, if the body slam was impressive enough then this firemans carry was even more so: standing up from a crouch with over two hundred pounds extra weighing her down, the ebony giantess' shoulders up higher than they were for the in-ring slam.

And that meant for Rebecca the impact when Death Bunny fell backwards and let gravity do the work the impact was just that little bit worse from the extra height and a lot worse by virtue of this being the outside of the ring "Argh!" she yelled out as her side hit the thinly covered floor, feeling the cold concrete beneath it to add to her existing problems. At least her spine wasn't tingling with pain as much anymore... or maybe it just got drowned out.

Sympathy abounded for Rebecca after enduring what appeared to be a hellacious plummet for anyone to take, let alone someone whose been reminded twice tonight about how hard bigger people fall. Feats of strength that Death would have rather not want to showcase if presented with the choice given how much of a slogging hassle it was to get the mountainous enforcer off of her feet. Death afterward bounding back up to a seated position with stern resolution in her eyes and and breathing laboriously. The Grim One taking a second to recoup that she hoped wasn't going to end up costing her the match as she twisted around and weighed herself down atop the Amazon to a swelled bloom of their breasts as she hooked one of her massive legs for a pin attempt. The first one of the match and to take advantage of the match's stipulation with the referee clapping her hand into the mat. "Becks...you havn't seen me when I get scary..."

"1!"

The Grim One pulled Rebecca's leg in tight for the pin but if there was one thing that was certain to wake the sleeping giant (not that she was sleeping) in a wrestling match it was the referee's count. It didn't matter how much was holding her down, it didn't matter where it was, if it was physically possible for the ebony amazon to move once the palm slapped the ground, the giantess was moving. Her whole body lurched to one side as she defiantly kicked out of the pin, attempting to throw the Bunny off like she was a weighted blanket the big woman had gotten herself tangled in.

Nothing quite like getting shirked off like invaluable parental advice to a rebellious pre-teen with trust issues to remind Death that she's dealing with an obstinate ogre of a woman who's still a ways off from being subject to a mere pin count. The Dead Rabbit flung off of Tomko in eye-rolling acknowledgment of this fact as she started climbing back up to her feet. Opting not to waste time again with another disastrous headlock attempt, D.B. instead started to ascend the adjacent ring apron behind the fatigued Amazon. Rebecca's search as to Death's location would be answered the second she turned around, and was greeted with D.B. sprinting straight at her before hopping off with her legs tucked in an attempted Meteora.

The rising Rebecca couldn't just stand up undisturbed in this match, oh no. The way the two titans were going at it any second that wasn't filled with some way of inflicting pain seemed like a second wasted. And this time it was the six feet tall rabbit jumping at her once again and driving her knees right into the ebony amazon's shoulders with another grunt of pain from Rebecca as she was sent backwards from the impact.

For about one step.

Far from toppling the bigger woman once again, Rebecca managed to get one foot back and her hands on DB's hips to stop herself from falling and instead making the two of them look like they were an oversized trenchcoat short of the worlds most giantest wrestler (with backwards legs) but the Big Guns of the Bullet Club wasn't done just yet, she still had Death Bunny's tight-covered crotch in her face after all. Pushing forward against her foe's hips, Rebecca shoved the purple haired woman away enough for her legs to start slipping down off her broad shoulders and letting the Bunny drop a little, right into her clutches. Her powerful arms shot around The Grim Hopper's back, her solid biceps pressing against her foe's waist as Rebecca started to squeeze with a fierce bearhug.

Being the grounded brawler that she was, one could safely make the assumption that Death was distinctly unaccustomed to any airborne theatricality. To say that it just wasn't her style of fighting would be an understatement, and predicting that she might have any aptitude in it would be an overstatement. But given that the earlier slugfest with Rebecca basically equated to a jaw rattling stalemate, Death figured it was worth attempting outside of her usual wheelhouse of maneuvers since Tomko was far removed from her usual brand of opponent anyway. An assessment proven woefully accurate as Death took notice that she was decidedly not back on the matted floor after taking to the sky and was an extra six feet from the ground than she's typically used to.

"Ah come the fuck on!!!" Death bellowed out in visceral irritation as if Rebecca were using cheat codes in life to be capable of such a freakish show of strength. She wavered and wobbled but balanced herself atop the mountainous enforcer's shoulders with her arms stiffened to the sides, eyes stark wide as she was shimmied from her precarious perch like a rambunctious child in a stern parent's grasp. Except it was only settling her down into a situation far more dire as Death expelled air through puffed out cheeks once the Amazons' flexed pythons started cranking down on her. Reflexively hiking up her legs to hug her hips around the enforcer's waist, Death panted through winced groans with her chin settled on Tomko's shoulder...until she'd grimace and start to lay in one wallop after another to the side of her adversary's head.

Rebecca would have loved to have had some witty quip at the Grim Hopper's exasperation at trying to deal with arguably the strongest woman on the roster, but right now the Big Guns of the Bullet Club had bigger priorities: crushing the everloving fuck out of the Bunny while she held her in her clutches. Bearhugs were feared holds in AFW for a reason and now the purple haired rabbit was feeling the worst of the worst as Rebecca squeezed down, her biceps pressed up against her foe's sides while her forearms brought the pain to DB's spine and prevented her from squirming free. The punches were getting difficult to deal with though.

The ebony amazon's grunts of effort mixed in with more pained ones as Death Bunny tried to punch her way free while Rebecca couldn't block it, splitting the bigger woman's lip before she could press her head against the squeezed rabbit just to make it that little bit awkward but that protective measure wouldn't be enough, Rebecca needed a way to get the Rabbit to stop battering her before the punches wore her down or worse. Fortunately the two titans of the ring were right by something she could use, and one the Bunny already had.

With a fearsome roar, Rebecca charged forward, letting her arms move to just hold DB in position (although her wrapping her legs around the giantess made it easier) so that when they hit the amazon's intended target she wouldn't get her own arms crushed as they collided against the ring post, crushing Death Bunny between the rock-solid body of Rebecca and the hard metal of the edge of the ring.

Death figured that being branded online as the least huggable bunny girl within AFW and perhaps throughout the entirety of the costume's hallowed tradition was in all likelihood attributed to the fact that eventually the hug had to end, and nobody wanted to learn the hard way if D.B. had killed for less. Regrettably though this title meant diddlysquat to Rebecca and the excruciating torque being brought to bear on her, Death's facials scrunched as she started to feel her spine beginning to crink within the enforcer's savage clutches. If there were somehow worse situations to be subjected to in this wrestling league than being made into a bunny squeeze toy by a muscled tank of a woman whose biceps were as big as your head, well than Death would sure as fuck like to hear them. However, all hope was not lost though. It just so happened to come in the form of a closed fist being repeatedly and remorselessly clocked into the side of Tomko's hopefully not too thick skull, that's all.

Lethargic though Death's strikes were, they steadily appeared to be making headway in a manner similar steadfastly hacking at the base of a redwood tree as the Ebon Amazon tucked her head in against her foe to shield herself from the punches. Death could have done without making this position look in the least bit intimate as she felt a faint blush coming on from the wafting warmth of Tomko's breaths against her collarbone and sweat-tinged grind between them. Thankfully, although ultimately unfortunately, Rebecca quashed any of those insinuations by tackling Death against the steel ring post behind her. The only give taken in the burly squash between the solidified post and Beck's ripped musculature was from the Undead Bunny Girl herself, hollering out on impact but becoming silent as the grave afterward. Limp and lifeless with her legs slackened and head drooping over Beck's shoulder, faintly groaning in a rattled daze within what was still the most unbearable of all types of hugs.

Rebecca took a deep breath as she pressed Death Bunny into the steel post, their muscled bodies crushing against each other in what would otherwise be an intimate embrace as the Grim Hopper rested her head on the ebony amazon's shoulder "Come on..." the big woman breathed as she shuffled the bunny up into an easier position now that she was too rattled to smack her in the face for daring to put the squeeze on her, pushing her up so the purple haired fighter was fully over her shoulder "Let's go for a walk." Rebecca said, carrying her away from the ring and up the ramp towards the beach-themed set, swatting away any rowdy fans that wanted a piece of her or the struggling DB.