AV 21 Death Bunny vs Adrian Kytes

Adrian pulled on the Bunny's top to drag her around, ready to put away this undead thorn in her side and finally allowing her to rest in peace until one tug suddenly met with a lot more resistance than she was expecting, giving a few more pulls in case the statue that DB had been replaced by was going to suddenly switch back which she did! ...Just so she could finally get her hands on Adrian after the bullshit she pulled as an opening gambit.

"Ack!" The brunette squealed as she suddenly found a strong arm snapping into her chest and wrapping around her, the former cosplayer tried to get her elbow up and down to break the Grim Hopper's death grip but all that went out the window as she was promptly lifted off her feet, spun around so fast that it made her head spin and then slammed shoulder first into the canvas with a satisfying thud. Groaning out it looked as though she'd have to do the impossible the hard way after all.

One could understand how being adrift in a nebulous world of warbled distortions would make for a particularly dire predicament. Especially when an unscrupulous troll with a Napolean complex swatting you with strikes you've no hope in hell of anticipating. Which was why Death sincerely appreciated Adrian intentionally placing her within arm's reach of the The Phenom and making it conveniently evident exactly where the duplicitous little imp was. Satisfying though it was to waylay Adrian with a titanic spinning side slam in a fittingly appropriate come back maneuver...

...Death's first priority was striding towards what she could vaguely ascertain was the ring side where the announcer's table were situated. Beckoning for a bottle of water from the cooler she knew color commentator's keep on hand. Snatching one from a ring side official timidly acquiescing. Death splashing it in her face and washing her eyes until, after some emphatic blinking, her vision was restored with relative clarity. She unfurled her cloak in the direction of the assistant who had her hat pitched at him too, a stalking sprint taken towards Adrian who'd be kissing the soles of D.B.'s treads in a Booming Big Boot attempt.

"Ugh... Oh god..." Adrian groaned as she came to in the centre of the ring, blinking awake with no concept of how much time had passed since she'd been dunked on her back or knowledge of how she ended up face down after all that but what she did know was that she was still in a wrestling ring and that probably meant the match was still going, and that meant she had to get off her ass and back up while Death Bunny was still dealing with getting a fireball thrown in her face and all that entailed. Crawling over to the ropes nearest the casket, the former cosplayer gasped with relief as she climbed up on to her feet, pushing away and turning around with renewed vigour... only to get kicked square in the fucking face and ended up falling through the ropes, landing on her feet as she staggered in the same casket she hid in. At least there were a set of ropes between Adrian and the enraged rabbit.

Justifiable contempt added some pepper to what ended up becoming an absolutely savage duff of a thrust kick. One solitary moment being the supremely satisfying culmination of being on a vengeance fueled warpath for practically a straight year now. Although it appeared that Adrian retained her insufferable knack for discovering new methods of being an aggravating troll after spitting hot fire straight in her face, and regretfully not the lyrical kind. Death almost losing her own balance after the punting thwack that sent Adrian ass over tea kettle, but soldiering onward while rubbing some water out of her eyes. Splashing her face with the assisted water bottle aiding in regaining partial vision, but she knew it would take some time before her eyesight was 20/20 again. Time that Death knew she couldn't afford to spend being on the defensive. Instead taking the fight back to Adrian by following her through the ropes until both were standing within the wooden coffin, attempting a headbutt after a double-handed clasp onto Ade's auburn locks.

Sparks flew in Adrian's vision as their foreheads collided while they battled in the box, the former cosplayer's shin pressing up against the side of the casket as she recoiled from the vicious headbutt, fighting against physics to stay standing and not spill out onto the floor below but to no avail. The edge of the casket caught her as she pitched backwards, flipping over and landing face-first at ringside with only instinctive agility helping her land flat instead of a spiking her skull down into the concrete. The end result was effectively the same than if she hadn't: Death Bunny standing alone in the casket on the platform, looming over the fallen Adrian.

Ringside commentators remarked on how unorthodox it was to witness an adversary being ushered in and out of the casket in a casket match without so much as an attempt at concluding the match early. Although now it was crystal clear what Death's ruthless machinations were for the egotistical faction leader as her bunny-eared shadow hovered over the Adrian like a nocturne eclipse. The Lady Rabbit Of Death huffed out in fatigue and passed a hand through her water drenched locks as she bunny hopped out of the casket right beside the bullet club commando.

"Mother Fuck. Gotta be one of the most aggravating little pissants I've ever..." Death snarled out while snatching Adrian's auburn hair to escort her vertical once again, albeit with every intention of strolling them towards the ringside audience with that same clutch. Death cranking down on a front headlock with Ade's arm slung around D.B.'s neck and tugging grip on the side of her attire. The preamble motions for seemingly a stalled vertical suplex attempt, only for her to subvert expectations by instead attempting to pitch Adrian breadbasket first onto the barricade.

Adrian was in no state to contest her status as an aggravating little shit as she was hauled back up to her feet so Death Bunny could haul her ass up into the air, but what she was able to contest was getting thrown onto the guardrail. Instead of her black singlet hitting the steel Adrian scrunched up into a ball tight enough to land with her boots on the rail, stuffing the attempted to hang her out to dry by the purple haired phenom even as her face turned red under the self-inflicted pressure.

Kicking off the railing, the former cosplayer practically un-did the last 5 seconds of motion by pushing herself back upside down above the bunny, but with enough momentum to swing over and break the front facelock while she dropped behind her long-standing foe with catlike agility, digging in her nails and dragging the claws down DB's spine as she landed on her feet once again.

The baleful sight of an upturned faction leader and the unpleasant prospect of becoming unwillingly involved in the action rightfully caused a few audience members to make the sage decision of abandoning their ludicrously priced ringside seats. However, it was apparently a cautionary retreat wholly unnecessary as Adrian stonewalled Death's stratagem through planting her feet on the barricade. An impressive countercheck only available towards athletes who possess the inherit benefit of being an agile wrestling expert with veteran instincts, years of grappling experience at the loftiest professional level, and not to mention having the height of your average fifth grader. Bunny huffed out in further annoyance from having her plans thwarted before Adrian vaulted up and over the Death Merchant in an impressive feat of swiftness ending with scratched streaks clawed against her spine. "Sssssshhh!!!" Seething through gnashed teeth, D.B. arched her spine with clawed hands and braced herself against the barricade Adrian narrowly avoided having her gut rammed into.

Having slowed her descent by clawing down DB's spine, Adrian landed gracefully like a cat... or catwoman, clawing someone's back then landing was a catwoman thing right? It was more badass than a cat girl thing that was for sure. Anyway, Adrian landed and crouched down behind the Death Bunny sucking in wind but with an idea already forming. Her foe was bracing herself against the barricade, leaving the red trails down her back from the back rake as a good target for her to jump up from her crouch and hit with a thrusting knee strike "Guh-ya!" She grunted as she pressed down on DB's shoulders for that little extra hang time as she dug in her knee between the undead rabbit's shoulder blades, giving herself enough time to push herself back away and not go tumbling over the barricade. As for whether the purple haired phenom did that? Well that was the risk of having a higher centre of gravity.

Onlookers who may not sympathize with Death and perhaps are unconvinced that mere back rakes could be this excruciating...well, Death would be more than willing to have them experience it for themselves. And truthfully understand what it feels like to have your skin peeled off by ten serrated edges all at once. Although the mere fact that a hardcore aficionado like herself was immediately hobbled by the back shredding attack was perhaps more than enough evidence of how much this fucking stings. Death pawing at her blazing hot claw marks on her back as best she can with her facials scrunched while settled against the barricade. That is until Adrian continued her penchant for being a conniving opportunist by clobbering her from behind with a thwacking knee strike that sent her tumbling perfectly shaped ass over teakettle. Death barreling over the barricade and into the front row laid out on her back, the wiser audience members backing off while the more fanatical lingered close for errant attempts at patting the competitors or just to get on T.V.