SS21 - Death Bunny vs Rebecca Tomko

The inherent absurdity in clamoring for benign stillness from a bunny girl perhaps not dawning upon Rebecca just yet, but Death figured she'd have plenty of time to ruminate on it backstage with an ice pack on her head. Death would be outright lying if she said this was planned out ahead of time. Owing the credit to her reversal of fortunes alongside Rebecca's piledriver to a knack for last minute improvisation and the stone-cold dread of knowing it was about to be lights out for her when she was hanging upside-down. Death pondered if this was how it felt to all of her other adversary's considering she's been piledriving ladies for years, except none of them were this freaking heavy. The Grim Hopper huffing out in exertion from straightening up the Ebon Giantess for a head spiking tombstone, afterward unlatching herself from Tomko with her hulking frame slumping down to the floor. Death snagging Beck's arms to cross them over her swelled breasts with the referee performing their due diligence right afterward.

With an ugly crack of the wooden ramp under the combined weight, Rebecca was spiked headfirst in to the ground and her heavy body crashed down to earth not long after. Now with eyes closed she barely felt anything as Death Bunny folded her arms over her chest and held her down for the pin proving once and for all that the bigger they came, the harder they fell. Although the state of the former stage-side bar was proof enough already.

"...1! ...2!"

Skeptics and keyboard warriors abroad would undoubtedly debate as to whether the better woman won considering Rebecca had the match, oh...about 65-35 Death figured. Only a last-second unbalancing and perhaps ill-advised choice in finishers on Rebecca's part ultimately decided tonight's outcome. But sometimes slaying giants meant taking the absolute worst they had to offer until offered the moment to capitalize on a mistake or exploiting a chink in their muscle stacked armor. Speaking of Rebecca's aforementioned dominance in this match...Death would slump off to the sides once in fatigued exhaustion once the bell rang signaling her victory. The official raising her lifeless arm upward before the Grim Hopper yanked it back and rolled out of the ring. Standing hunched over on the outskirts, dead tired but satisfied in the knowledge she'd conquered the final and literally biggest hurdle between her and finally digging her clawed hands into Adrian's throat.

Winner: Death Bunny