AV 21 Death Bunny vs Adrian Kytes

"Whew!" The former champ was proving to be more slippery than a... the analogy could come later, the important thing was that Adrian had slipped out of certain death and was now free to do more than be bounced around in varying states of agony. Death Bunny on the other hand was a lot less free than she had been before, the precarious footing on the middle rope made stepping back and freeing the purple haired head a perilous prospect and while Adrian could do with just sitting back and waiting for that little conundrum to resolve itself while she took 5 mid-match, she had been gifted a golden opportunity: The Grim Hopper's head was upside down and her arms were stuck where they couldn't block an incoming shot.

Taking a deep breath Adrian threw herself back into action, shooting her leg up high to catch the Bunny with a big superkick. No time or energy to tune up the band and get the Fus-Roh-Dah chants going, she needed the damage of her boot in DB's face now.

For all of the veteran wrestling skills Death could respectfully Adrian credit with, possessing the fortuitous luck and in all likelihood diminutive stature of a leprechaun was unquestioningly becoming the largest hurdle that the Rabbit Reaper kept incessantly tripping over. Death outright refusing to believe Adrian intentionally mapped out this fortunate course of events which left Death's head tucked against the top turnbuckle with only an upside-down squinting eye line to ascertain where her adversary even was right now. Tempers were rightfully torched in crimson faced irritation as she hated being visibly stuck in this simultaneously demeaning and defenseless posture, until assistance came in the form of wrestling boot treads cracked against her jaw. Death going slack aside from the quivering jostle of her legs and perky backside from the strike, which succeeded in unlatching her head from against the turnbuckle pad. A flaccid bunny girl teetering backward into a spread-eagled haze with an audience convinced of a kayo shot.

Adrian crumpled to the ground with exhaustion after she secured her safety, landing in a heavily breathing mess over the bottom rope but no matter how bad she looked in her current messed up state, the phenom of AFW was looking a whole lot worse for wear after her jaw took the full brunt of Adrian's boot. "Okay, okay..." the brunette wheezed as she managed to turn herself around, wiping some of the sweat off the cable as she looked upon the fallen bunny, aches and pains coursing through her body as she pulled herself back to her feet "Time to go... don't worry, its comfy in there..." Adrian mumbled as she staggered over to the rabbit, looking to shuffle her across the ring and in to the waiting casket. The former champ had arrived to Avalanche in one and now the Grim Hopper was going to be leaving in it.

Disoriented and disheveled were honestly only the preamble on the laundry list of ailments Death was suffering through after taking an unblocked superkick square to her chin by a veritable expert on the subject matter of rearranging jawlines. A heaving swell to her bosom being the only tangible sign of life in spite of the rhythmic claps drummed up in the audience from those fearful of the despised faction leader triumphing over the Rabbit Reaper, and all of the smug bravado they'd have to endure from Adrian for weeks on end as a result of her besting the phenom. Death only becoming vaguely aware of Adrian's presence thanks to the nudged warmth against her as her sweat soaked frame was basically on auto-pilot. Staggered steps taken in her slumped posture with panting breathes as Ade steered Death across the ring before shoveled into the open casket..

"There..." Adrian panted, struggling to support herself let alone carry the hefty Bunny leaning over her shoulders as she staggered over to the edge, giving the Grim Hopper one last push to get her through the ropes and into the casket below "You..." a softer landing than falling straight to the floor but not the drop anyone wanted to take, especially not with the former cosplayer reaching over to get her exhausted hands on the edge of the lid "Go!" The brunette gasped as she pulled the lid shut with what little strength she had left, the effort and momentum sending her rolling back towards the middle of the ring exhausted but finally victorious against the undead menace that had plagued her career for over a year at this point. It was over, she'd won by herself and ultimately it was because she was tough enough, smart enough and just plain stubborn enough to fight against the odds in a match like this.

Crestfallen despondency overcame the arena as any chance for the Bullet Club Commander to be served due retribution was apparently oblivious to neither her surroundings or her dire predicament as she was plunged into her final resting place. The closing of the casket simultaneously closing the door on any hopes of a cathartic comeuppance as the boo birds flew from the faction leader unfathomably cheating Death twice in a row...all attention diverted from the ringside cameraman who was zooming his lens on a clenched hand narrowly preventing the coffin from sealing properly. Meanwhile inside of the ring the referee would be attempting in vain to alert Adrian to this fact in the middle of her victorious celebration, except her pleading warning were become submerged within swelled adulation for reasons Adrian wouldn't know until she turned around. An enraged Death goozling Ade's throat with one hand and yanking on the side of her leotard for a monstrous chokeslam!!!

Adrian's collapse of a post-adrenaline celebration was making the official's job difficult as the zebra tried to get Adrian to realise that she wasn't there to shake her hand and that she probably needed to get her shit together fast, but the deluded ex-champ wasn't hearing anything that wasn't already bouncing around in her skull "Wha, raise my hand! Shring the bell!" The brunette slurred her demand for an official end as she staggered around the ring, eventually turning picture-perfect into Death Bunny's waiting grip "Ack!"

Her feet were left kicking the air as she was yanked skyward for one last ride before crashing back down to earth, landing in the middle of the ring with an effective splat and her entire body turning into a ragdoll for the Grim Hopper's revenge.

A quivered instability to her wavering legs caused the Merchant Of Death to take a knee after the quaking chokeslam rife with righteous vindication. One may forgive Death for her disorienting vertigo after the upside-down obliteration that of her jawline after Adrian's superkick, Death pinching her nose as she scrunched her facials while focusing on regaining her shattered sensibilities. Only capable of unearthing herself from the casket thanks to an adrenaline spike she knew she couldn't rely on forever. Eyelids peeking open to acknowledge her vision becoming less warbled and the Bullet Commando unsurprisingly placid right beside her. Sensing blood in the water, Death soldiered herself up and with both hands clenched onto Adrian's hair enticed her to do the same. In one seamless motion Adrian would be left dangling upside-down, a muscled waistlock steadying her with Death's head affixed between Ade's smooth thighs and a spandex covered view that in all likelihood Tomko appreciated the most. A tiptoed lift before bringing down the attempted Gravestone Piledriver...