AV 21 Death Bunny vs Adrian Kytes

"Duofff!" Adrian let out as her leotard covered abs came crashing down on Death Bunny's much larger set with enough force to almost bounce the smaller fighter off when the canvas recoiled back. It had been a while since she'd resorted to the high flying stunts that the former champ had started her career in AFW with as her main selling point, but while she had slowed down compared to the days where a 630 Senton was her big finish her sense of balance during rotations was still on point. With control still in her court the Grim Hopper was unfortunately on the opposite side of the ring to where she needed to be, otherwise Adrian could have simply grabbed the rope and pushed her in with a leg press but no, she was going to have to drag the panting rabbit all the way the old fashioned way with the Dead Rabbit's dead weight making it a massive struggle to scoot her along the canvas.

The acrobatic throwback to Adrian's rookie years delighted the fandom as a whole, which was obviously to be expected considering they haven't witnessed the faction leader take to the sky in years. Nostalgic callbacks aside it was a picture perfect splashdown. Indicative of the fact Adrian was pulling out every trick in her extensive playbook and wrestling technique mastered if it meant ensuring that Death was the one buried within a casket tomb tonight. The Bunny Reaper coaxed back to her feet but clearly fatigued in a hunched posture, sagging with wearied breathes against Adrian's black singlet as the Bullet Club Leader continued her commanding dominance of the match, but perhaps unaware of Death's arm slung around Ade's waist from behind. A split second being all it would take for the reaper to heft the commando into the air by that grip and allow gravity to do the rest. Gravity...plus the unforgiving top rope Adrian sunken between her legs and against her backside that she would be woefully crotched down upon.

"Ohshi-!" Adrian grunted as the Death Bunny stopped moving the way she wanted to, snapping her arm around the purple haired head to get a better grip on yanking her into position only to realise it was her who was in position and not the other way around. "No-nono!" She yelped, memories of the Hell In A Cell match flooding back as she tried to get her elbow in between the bunny ears to break herself free before she got dumped on her neck again.

Good news, bad news time. The good news is she was suddenly free before she found herself pitching backwards in the air and looking to land feet-first. The Bad news was where she was landing had a little thing called a god damned ring rope in the way. "Ugghhhh!" Adrian groaned in agony as she was crotched on the top rope, her hands reaching out to grab further along and ease some of the pain of her weight bouncing the steel cable up and down. A victim of low blows, how the turns table.

Satisfying though it may have been for Death to even the playing field between them with her own particular brand of unscrupulous tactics, oddsmakers in Las Vegas were nevertheless perplexed from the ghoulish reaper taking matters below the belt before notorious trickster and retired cosplayer Adrian Kytes. Two matches worth of combating the faction leader and enduring one duplicitous tactic after another will do wonders for one's vengeful imagination, it appears. Death taking a brief powder and easing her fatigue on one knee before beginning to make a trudging march towards the corner turnbuckle facing Adrian, now taking her time in climbing up to the top turnbuckle with her back positioned against the padded corner. Audience members rising out of their seats as well in preparation for Death attempting to leap towards the straddling Adrian with nothing but an angered grimace and cocked back lariat to greet her.

Even as Death Bunny stepped away Adrian was still in a world of pain and unable to escape, her legs didn't want to move and get some stability on the middle rope, and her hands in front of her were struggling to push back hard enough to get the steel cable into a slightly more comfortable position leaving her still agonizingly crotched on the top rope. Where the hell was that damned Rabbit going anyway? She was going to pay for this! Well... no more than she was already paying because the match was still ongoing but seriously where was that purple haired phenom going?

Oh no...

Ohhhhhh no.

The Grim Hopper was planning to take to the skies and Adrian was in no position to stop her. She wouldn't be able to shake the rope she was stuck on hard enough to dislodge Death Bunny and even if she did then she was only making more pain for herself. Although that might have been preferable compared to what was to come "UGhooff!" Was the bizarre noise the former champ let out as the jumping bunny used her as a crash mat for her arm, the diving lariat caught Adrian hard just above the chest with all the force needed to send her flipping backwards and down towards the canvas, splatting face down in a heap although as far as Adrian could think, she was still in the air.

No matter how Adrian chose to play out her lamentable position, whether it be barking obscenities at DB or attempting to play the sympathetic scumbag card, the overall end result would have been the same. Whatever assistance Death would have offered to dislodge Adrian from her nethers pinching perch was always going to come in the form of a socking strike and a six-foot plummet. And that's only if Adrian's wrestling instincts kicked in at the right time and she angled herself inside the ring rather than outside, where an even steeper descent awaited alongside officials following concussion protocols asking if she knew what city she was in while sticking fingers in front of her face.

Showcasing a degree of respect for each competitor as well as the savage spectacle unfolding, a rising ovation now settled around the arena in the break between action as Death laid prone against the canvas a few feet apart from the faction leader. Fatigued from the earlier Arabian Press but soldiering onward with strained breathes as she started lethargically rising back to her feet with a torqued handful of Adrian's hair insisting she do the same. Ade finding herself cornered against a turnbuckle with arms draped over the top ropes, one of DB's forearms angled against the bottom of her chin as an incentive to puff out her modest chest. Shame that's where open-palmed thunder would strike...

"Ngh..." Adrian groaned as she was muscled into position, the former champion little more than a ragdoll threatening to clip outside the ring as Death Bunny shoved her into the corner. Resting like this wouldn't be the worst thing as she laid back with her arms draped over the ropes: she was technically standing up despite how groggy she was, yes the giant Rabbit did have her arm uncomfortably under her chin but she wasn't choking her so really what was the worst that could- "A-" Adrian choked out as her entire body jolted inward from an open palm chop to the chest, suddenly finding it extremely difficult to breathe as the Grim Hopper caved in her already small chest. They didn't make bra sizes that went into the negatives god dammit! "M-motherfucker..." She finally gasped out as the shock faded and the sting began. Who would have thought a slap would suck this hard?

A step back being taken by the Merchant Of Death allowed Adrian the freedom of movement to be hunched over with D.B. apathetically wiggling her striking hand which showcased how that even stung on her part. Understandable reactions on both competitors part after thwacking the faction leader with a downright savage knife-edge chop that sounded more like a shotgun blast than anything else. Adrian's lack of cushioning up there no doubt adding to the searing agony behind it, although in all likelihood this was why Death intentionally targeted her flattened assets in the first place. "Serves you right for almost burning my goddamn eyebrows off my face, ya fucking gremlin..." Death spitefully yet colorfully remarked before starting to heft Adrian up to be seated on the top turnbuckle, the Reaper following her upward to stand herself on the adjacent middle ropes. Hooking eachother's arms over their foe's necks in the preamble for an attempted superplex as Death yanks onto the side of Ade's leotard...

Maybe Adrian did kind of have every bit of hell she was now receiving coming for reasons that extended long before she gave Death Bunny the ol' Memphis Fireball, but that didn't mean she had to like getting tittyslapped! In her... near... non-existent boobs... God damn she hated being flat. Not as much as she hated Death Bunny beating her up like this but this beatdown wouldn't last forever, flat was regrettably life.

Still, she couldn't focus on how much padding she was going to add before her next match, she had to focus on this one, especially as the Grim Hopper was muscling her up for something big off the ropes! One arm forcibly hooked over Death Bunny's head didn't leave her with many options but one she could do was reach in between the two of them and aim her hand at DB's face, scratching whatever she could to get just a moment to wriggle free and slip down between, getting her feet on the canvas once more and hey, if dropping down like that put her hated foe in a... compromising position? That was just a bonus.

Death was fairly confident in surmising that the metaphorical line of people whom Adrian has earned the ire of through her unscrupulous shenanigans, in all likelihood dwarfed the actual line of audience members who shuffled into the arena tonight, but she digressed. Although Adrian lamented over that flattened ironboard of hers, she could at least take solace in the fact it renders her practically impervious to one of Death's more infamous submission finishers. Not that she didn't have a bevy of other tormenting maneuvers to be watchful of, namely being superplexed sky high. The Bunny Reaper hauling Adrian up onto the corner turnbuckle with a swell of anticipation arising all around them...except than the Bullet Commando did what she did best. Be an absolute aggravation and claw at Death's eyes. Blinding her briefly as Adrian shuffled off the turnbuckle, inadvertently tucking D.B.'s head downward in the process. A peculiar development unfolding as she effectively found herself...well, stuck. Wriggle though she might to an alluring sway of her bodacious backside, the back of her head was tucked securely against the top turnbuckle. Death seething from the embarrassment of her upside-down predicament, somehow rendered defenseless by Adrian from out of freaking nowhere...