Backstage Brawl ~Bunny Bomber vs. Isabella Snow~

It was just another average day backstage at the AFW complex. At least, just another average day for Bunny Bomber, as she waited in line in the building's cafeteria, holding a tray as she stood impatiently at the back of the line. It was still pretty early in the day, lunch had just started and the pink-haired woman had just arrived at the building, eager to get a quick meal and get to the gym to do some working out. She had to keep in shape, after all, and it was growing harder and harder every day to do so with the small amount of matches she had been getting lately. She sighed to herself, tapping a foot in annoyance as she thought it over, wondering if she had pissed off one of the higher ups somehow. But then she shrugged, shoving the thought out of her head, growing more impatient as she waited for the slow line to get moving. The cafeteria meant for the wrestling was always packed, and today it seemed especially bad for some reason.

Bunny was, as always, looking fantastic. She was dressed quite simply, wearing a tight pair of blue jeans, a pair that hugged her hips and firm ass quite nicely, and a simple, plain white t-shirt. Despite the simple look though, her former training as a model gave her a certain air of beauty and confidence, an air that enhanced her appearance despite the casual outfit.

She glanced around the cafeteria, noticing for the first time that there were several cameramen around the large room. She guessed they must have been gathering footage for some kind of backstage documentary on the AFW, and couldn't help but smirk a little bit at the thought. After all, if they wanted good footage, something to make people sit up and pay attention, well...they would certainly get it with her. A playful thought crossed her mind after that, the former model deciding to draw some attention to herself, deciding to make sure the cameramen got her on film. Bunny tilted her head back slightly, calling out in a loud voice to make sure the entire cafeteria heard her words.

"Hey! Could this line move any freaking slower?! Some of us have things to do today, you know!"

Isabella's day so far was easily described with just one word, "boring", with no matches scheduled for the day the american woman had been forced to seek out something else fun to take up her time and so far she had come up with nothing other than hitting the gym. After three hours of lifting weights and running on the treadmill alone Isabella had grown bored and went in search of anything else slightly interesting to spend her time on, but finding nothing she had been forced to admit defeat and having built up an appetite during her workout she headed for the cafeteria. Perhaps others might have looked at this day off as a time for rest and relaxation, but Isabella liked to live life to the fullest and a large part of that was having fun in everything she did, so a day without any match or some other fun event was simply wasted time to her.

At least she looked good Isabella thought to herself as she entered the dining hall to find it bustling with activity as usual since the company employed a lot of people and not just talent. Having changed at the gym she was once again wearing a purple dress which hung tight to her body, showing a nice portion of her breasts which was just how she liked it, along with a pair of tight black shorts underneath. As was to be expected the moment she walked into the room most eyes were on her, noticing a few cameramen filming for something or another but at that moment she was the star of their little film, not knowing that to look at her the cameramen had looked away from Bunny.

Flashing the cameras a smile Isabella then made her way over to the cafeteria line and picked up a tray, standing on her tip toes to get a good look at just how long this line really was, and grumbling to herself when she saw it was going to be a while. Dropping back onto her heels Isabella only now realized who it was standing in front of her, a fellow wrestler whom she recognized from the woman's past career as a model, recalling some sexy photos of the woman who styled herself as the bunny. Looking over the woman from behind she had to say she was a bit disappointed, sure she was easy on the eyes but she wasn't the knockout she would have liked her to be.

"Don't look now bunny, but all that food is starting to go from your tits down to your hips, perhaps a diet is in order?" Isabella said unable to stop herself, averting her eyes and letting out an innocent whistle as if she could pretend she hadn't been the one to say that.

Bunny didn't notice Isabella as the girl entered the cafeteria. Even as the white-haired woman stepped up behind her, she paid her no mind, standing up on her tip-toes to try and get a better view of the long line ahead of her. It wasn't until she heard the woman's words that she slowly began to turn towards her, her eyebrows raising up in both shock and amazement. Someone had dared to insult her? Some little bitch she had never seen before had the nerve to just walk up to her and make a remark about her weight? Bunny didn't know whether to laugh or be angry at her.

The model placed one hand cockily on her hip, jutting that hip out to the side, letting her other arm dangle downwards, still gripping her lunch tray. She tilted her head sideways, giving Isabella a bit of a cruel grin as she looked towards her eyes, tsking once before responding to her. "I think I can manage my weight fine on my own, thank you. Who the hell do you think you are, coming in here and telling me about my weight, anyway?"

Isabella kept up the facade of not paying any attention to the woman even as Bunny turned to look at her, pretending to be busy reading the menu for today and even going so far as to point to some of the items listed as if pondering what to get. She just couldn't help herself sometimes, especially when she ran into the self obsessed types that models always were, so confident in their own looks which more often than not were average at best if one asked her. It was obvious to everyone in the cafeteria which of them was sexier, and it most certainly wasn't Bunny here.

She didn't drop the act until Bunny addressed her directly, a smirk appearing on her lips while she swiveled her head to gaze at the model with an amused look in her eyes. Isabella let her eyes roam down Bunny's body before returning them up to her face, making a "hmph" noise as if she wasn't impressed by what she saw. "If you really think you're managing your weight just fine then you're obviously using a broken scale and a trick mirror. But don't worry, bunnies look cuter when they're fat." Isabella said as she turned to fully face the woman, placing one hand on her hip while the other clutched the tray behind her.

When Isabella's eyes dropped downwards, Bunny's did the same, taking a moment to trace over the woman's body. She was most definitely not impressed by what she saw. The white-haired woman looked completely average and unremarkable to Bunny's eyes, and the model honestly felt bad for any cameraman in the room that had wasted their film on her. It was a pity, but at the very list, maybe the footage could be used for a documentary of what kind of girl the AFW didn't need in it's roster.

Bunny took a step forward towards Isabella, her own smirk crossing over her face. The two of them had already been pretty close due to their positions in line, but when Bunny stepped towards her, they would end up standing toe-to-toe, chest-to-chest with one another. Bunny looked up at the slightly taller woman, staring into her eyes for a moment before letting out a soft tsk of her own. "Me...? Fat...?" She asked, her voice taking on an innocent tone. "Maybe you should look in a mirror sometime. I'm honestly surprised that fat ass of yours hasn't split that dress wide open in the back yet..." She let her words trail off, staring at Isabella as if daring her to make another comment towards her.

Isabella was not about to let this girl think she was intimidating her in the slightest, her smirk growing wider as she too stepped towards Bunny so that their bodies were firmly pressed against one another. She could admit to herself that while the whole package was only decent Bunny at least had a nice pair of tits on her, not minding feeling them pressed up against her like this, but if Bunny was hoping for more than this she would be disappointed as she had no interest in the former model.

She laughed right in the girl's face as Bunny gave her best imitation of a joke, honestly it was hard to even get mad over such a weak line such as that. Shaking her head Isabella just kept laughing until she felt like she was about to tear up, choking back the laughter while she lifted the hand off her hip to poke the woman in her shoulder. "Oh wow, I'm sooo insulted, its hard to take that seriously when we both know all of my fat is in the perfect places, unlike yours. Maybe you should just go eat a salad like a good little bunny."

Bunny frowned as Isabella began to laugh at her. She took a step back from her, taking her tray and shoving it into the hands of another nearby person, then she folded her arms over her big, soft chest. She listened to Isabella's words, then when the woman finished, she began to speak again, a glint in her eyes that couldn't mean anything good.

"All of your fat is in the perfect places? Really? It's kind of hard for both of us to know that, when I can't see anything under that ugly-ass dress of yours." By this point several of the cameramen in the cafeteria had turned their cameras on the two, hearing their bickering with each other and wanting to gather some good footage for later.

Well, if that's what they wanted, Bunny was more than happy to oblige them.

"I have an idea!" She suddenly shouted loudly, making sure to get as much attention as she could. "Why don't we get rid of that damn thing, huh?" With those words, Bunny suddenly lunged towards Isabella, hands outstretched towards the neckline of the white-haired woman's dress. With a vicious sneer on her face she grabbed for it, trying to give the dress a hard, sudden jerk, fully intent on ripping it straight down the front before the taller woman had a chance to react and stop her.

Isabella made a tch sound a couple of times at the other woman's words, they simply made no sense as dress or no dress everyone in that room was staring at the curvature of her breasts, just as it should be in her mind. Instead of outright laughing in the girl's face as before Isabella let out an amused bit of giggling, and now that they were a bit further apart she took the chance to poke Bunny's right breast as punishment for such a ridiculous statement. "Am I to take ti you are blind as well, these are rather hard to miss." Isabella teased while bringing her hand back to lay it atop her breasts, taking a couple deep breaths to puff out her chest just a little more.

The white haired woman raised an eyebrow as Bunny began to shout, glancing about the crowd to find every eye in the place on them though that was hardly surprising, two women arguing always seemed to draw a crowd. Her eyes snapped back to Bunny when she heard her talk of getting rid of her dress, her mouth opening to ask what she meant by that but before she could utter a single word Bunny had grabbed hold of her dress. "What?!" Isabella exclaimed as the woman tore her dress open, her large breasts bouncing free while the crowd gasped and cheered all at the same time, cameras going off in rapid succession as everyone wanted a picture.

Her dress only stayed on thanks to the sash she wore around her waist, though if Bunny expected her to cry or scream in embarrassment then Isabella would have to disappointed her once again. She looked down over her naked front and just grinned, raising up her free hand while shrugging her shoulders i show of not caring. "You could have just asked if you wanted to see them that badly Bunny, though now I'm afraid I have to punish you for tearing my favorite dress." Isabella said before she brought the tray she had been holding behind her this entire time swinging around in a bid to smack Bunny as hard as she could upon the side of her head.

Admittedly, Bunny was surprised her ripping of Isabella's dress didn't get more of a reaction from the woman. Honestly, she was a bit disappointed by it. No matter though, she still had plans for the woman.

"Punish me?" Bunny replied back to her. "I think not, bitch..." She replied back to her, never taking her eyes off of Isabella, not even for a moment. When the tray suddenly swung towards her, Bunny leaned back, letting it eat air as it missed her completely. "Not until I'm done with your sorry ass, at least!" She shouted out, suddenly lunging back in towards Isabella. Her hands shot up, reaching for the exposed chest of this hated woman. The pink-haired model tried to grab at them, trying to snatch up each one of them in one of her hands, attempting to grab on tight and dig her fingernails into them, trying to cause Isabella as much pain as she could with this sudden, catty attack.

Isabella clicked her tongue in annoyance as her tray missed Bunny, not quite sure how someone as pathetic as this model was could avoid her strike but she wouldn't let herself dwell on that when there was a beating to dish out. Her eyebrows raised as if in question as she heard Bunny call her sorry, her eyes narrowing in a show of anger before she replied, "I didn't know you were a comedian as well as a slut."

Her grin last for only a few seconds as Bunny would then throw herself at Isabella with her hands up high, the white haired woman taking a step back in surprise before the girl latched onto Isabella's ample mounds with too much force to be pleasurable, Isabella wincing from the pain as those nails dug into her skin. Grinding her teeth together Isabella wasted no time in showing her displeasure, her grin returning as she threw a hard right jab at the woman's face now that she was closer. If the blow connected Isabella would grab onto the woman's head and yank it down towards the table beside them.