SS21 - Death Bunny vs Rebecca Tomko

Perhaps the singular benefit towards her current predicament is that the brewed alcohol still within her system aided in numbing what would have been an excruciating agony into a dulled yet nevertheless searing pain. Whatever headway Death may have garnered in the past few minutes seemingly vanishing in one fell swoop and disastrous plummet that left her sprawled over the bar table with even more incentive to see a chiropractor in the morning. Bits of shattered glass scattered underneath her as well from a few unfortunately placed shot glasses, her natural inclination towards lifelessly sliding off the table being halted by a pair of massive meat hooks strangling her to a cartoonishly exaggerated extent. "...*HACK*...*GASP*..." A thin stream of saliva trailed from the corner of her mouth after being rattled about to make her head akin to a bobbleheaded ragdoll, overwhelmed by the Enforcer's sheer strength but fighting back regardless via clubbing strikes against Rebecca's beefy arms with occasional pie faces from Death's gloved mitts.

Strangling the undead was rarely a wise decision but in this case it seemed to be working out for the Big Guns, throttling and shaking Death Bunny, even if it meant getting her forearms numbed from the hammer blows of the desperate rabbit "Fuck you!" the amazon cussed out as she pulled her hands away from the throat of her rival after one last squeeze before bringing her hand down on her cleavage for good measure, pulling away to shake some life back in to her hands while she plotted out her next attack.

For what had initially looked like a ramshackle prop was turning out to be extremely sturdy, at least enough to take DB's weight without even a hint of creaking leaving the Bullet Club's enforcer wondering just how much this bar could take. With a nervous grip on the pole holding up the thatch roof as she scaled up the bar it took a while for Rebecca to get settled and feel comfortable standing up on top, looking down on the still struggling rabbit with a bad idea in her head. Pushing herself away the 240 pound woman jumped into the air and lifted her leg, looking to drop it down across Death Bunny's chest in a big way.

If Death had the breathable air within her respiratory system to vocalize a rebuttal to Rebecca's malicious cussing, the Enforcer would have discovered that the spiteful sentiment was mutual. Unintelligible and hacked coughing probably not communicating that message well considering Death was bearing the overwhelming strength of one exceptionally pissed off Amazonian Titan on her windpipe. Eventually being granted her freedom, albeit with the unforeseen caveat of a stiff smack to her swelled abundance that felt like palm shaped lightning and in all likelihood left a scorching hand imprint to illustrate just that.

It certainly did it's job of subduing Death as she yelped in stiffened misery and remained right where Rebecca left her before she started backpedaling. Gasped lungfuls of air graciously indulged upon with her arms splayed out uselessly at her sides as if she were being offered on a sacrificial altar to the God Of Wine And Beer. Except that whatever omniscient presence Death felt coming from on high turned out to be Rebecca's tree trunk thigh before being bashed down on her breasts to the caved in obliteration of the bar table. Lost amidst the wooden remnants and stewing beneath the Ebon Amazon herself would be one inert and lifeless Bunny Reaper...

The cabana bar looked liked a bomb had hit it, Death Bunny probably felt like a bomb had hit it with her in the blast zone and as for the amazon that had crushed both the phenom and the wood wood beneath with her muscular thigh, she was dealing with the old problem of the sand not being as soft of a landing as she needed. Her body had left an impression in the stuff like a long jumper at the Olympics and the bigger they were the harder they fell, Rebecca was very big and landed right on her ass as the bar collapsed. 2+2= "FUUCK!"

The landing sucked, it was worse than if she'd tried to jump from the top rope and landed on her ass, and she never did that! Her tailbone was going to make walking straight a challenge for a long time after this match which, mercifully, looked like it was going to be over soon. "Get over here!" she yelled at the referee on the ramp, someone who wisely stayed out of the way as the two monsters wrecked the joint but now had to do their job as Rebecca slowly moved into a better pin than just having her leg draped across the body of Death Bunny, the Big Guns of the Bullet Club pressing down across the purple haired bunny chest to chest.

Fluttering papers wafted within the GM's office after rereading the specific cost estimate for the lavish cabana set currently buckled inward into wooden shambles. Assurances from the seller that the pub table had the durable craftsmanship to endure whatever physicality the night had in store for it were now as valuable as it's splintered fragments. Beneath which was a spread-eagled brawler with her facials masked underneath Rebecca's tree-trunk thigh, peacefully motionless as anyone would be after getting meteorically hammered through the mahogany wood table. Sympathetic grimaces directed towards Death, who could safely say felt about as good as she looked.

The titanic strength of the Bullet Club Enforcer was brought to bear and absolutely decimated everything in it's wake, including one beachside set and one ethereal reaper girl who was apparently on the threshold of merely becoming another squashed notch in the Big Gun's belt. Meekly stirring with a breathed exhale from the readjustment taken for Rebecca's compressing pin attempt that squished their breasts together and buried Death beneath her ebon musculature. Audience members counting the Grim Hopper out alongside the referee's more official pin count for her valiant but summarily inevitable defeat. Until a shuffled uptick from her shoulder off the floor miraculously stopped the pin...

"Come on!" The amazon roared as Death Bunny threw her shoulder up at the last second, her fist pounding the sand in frustration as she rolled off. What more did Rebecca have to do to put the Bunny away and keep the purple haired menace out of hers and Adrian's hair for good? Crushing her in the wreckage of a bar wasn't good enough, clearly. Maybe the Grim Hopper was undead and the Big Guns was gonna have to find a shaman or something to exercise her. "Fuck it." She grunted as she pulled herself up, there was always the more conventional way to deal with a wrestling zombie.

Reaching down to grab the Bun by the head, the oversized warrior tried to get the Phenom up and upside down in a position that she'd inflicted on many people before while the giantess walked towards the solid ramp, her intentions clear: she was going to tombstone the hell out of Death Bunny.

Thoughts did start to cross Death's mind as to how she miraculously remained cognizant enough to unearth herself beneath the hulking giantess, and she why currently wasn't being stretchered off into the distance to the joyous jubilation of Rebecca and her heavy metal theme music echoing in the background. And the ultimate explanation was decidedly less compelling than any mystical elements involving ethereal necromancy, supernatural occultism, or over-hyped Ouija boards.

In fact, Rebecca slammed her fist into the answer possibly without even knowing it. The sand dune beneath them cushioning their mutual fall to the point where it was endurable, but The Grim Hopper's lucky rabbit feet were officially drained of any remaining lingering fortune as the faction enforcer schlepped Death's grumbling physique upward and back into her overwhelming clutches. Nothing except an upside-down view of Rebecca's chiseled six-pack to ascertain where she even was as Beck's brought the match back to its inception...

Many people would have savoured being in between Death Bunny's legs in a way that indicated that they weren't about to be crushed but as Rebecca adjusted her position so that the Grim Hopper wasn't resting on her broad shoulder she only had one thing on her mind: how hard the impact was going to be when she dropped down to her knees. With a grunt of pain and exertion the Amazon Enforcer carried the Bunny away from the sandy wreckage and towards the entranceway ramp, sand clinging to her backside like she'd just attempted a long jump, just to find a suitably hard place to piledrive her foe Bunny-ears first down on to.

Coincidentally enough, enduring a bear-hug within Rebecca's inescapable arms alongside an upside-down viewpoint encompassing nothing else besides her crotch was a tantalizing fantasy for a certain subsection of the fanbase as well. Except that being potentially crushed would have actually been interpreted as a net positive rather than a deterrent. Although the fandom in attendance were united in disbelief from witnessing the fatigued Reaper apparently on the verge of becoming piledriven into oblivion, the degrading exclamation point of being defeated by her own finisher. Swayed maneuvering and jostled kicking by Death appearing to have Tomko timber backwards though...with D.B. unexpectedly landing on her feet, the titanic enforcer now on the cusp of Tombstone'd herself on the top of the ramp with a brief balancing act on Death's tip toes!!!

"Stay still, dammit!" Rebecca demanded, even if she had to yell it at the cotton-tailed butt of the woman she was manhandling into position instead of her face. Clearly she hadn't yelled hard enough as the Purple haired Phenom became more difficult to control and keep balanced upside down, a wayward knee catching the giantess in the head with enough force that the amazon almost dropped her foe there and then! "Ngh!"

With the brief reprieve, Death Bunny was able to get up onto Rebecca's shoulders and force the bigger woman back and off balance, her feet hitting solid ground for the first time in a while this match as she brought her own strength to bare, hoisting Rebecca upside down in the same grip she'd threatened to end the Grim Hopper with herself. Now it was Rebecca's time to look at the wooden ramp in fear of what was coming next.