Bunnygirls Clash! [Bunny Bomber v Ariadne]

As well as still being quite mad, the thrill of getting the upper hand, over an opponent such as this, and in front of all these people, was really getting to her head, and her cheeks flushed a little bit. This was her first taste of success in this ring, and it had a lovely flavor to it. She felt the woman's body between her pitiless thighs, felt her thrashes and tremors, and heard the screams that Bunny couldn't help but make at first. Perhaps she just wasn't expecting to get herself caught like this, or hadn't considered that anyone could be so powerful. She was going to learn, though. The rookie actually laughed a bit each time Bunny tried to use her hands to pry her huge thighs away. They didn't budge; the way they were flexed and fully exerting power, now, she barely felt her best efforts.

At first, Ariadne was happy to let her legs do all the talking, but then she realized this was probably a good time to put in a few choice words. "If you were scared of matching my arms, what makes you think you have a prayer to part my legs, Bunny?" Her voice held a sweet tone that she didn't actually feel, as she continued to clamp down with everything she had, leaning onto her side. As she liked to do in these holds, to make it look effortless, she began to pose a bit, flexing an arm muscle and whatnot and drawing some of the crowd over to her side. Others cheered for her enemy to escape. She had a chance to appreciate their frantic sort of background energy much better, now that she had control for now.

"If you apologize for your rudeness, I'll let you go~" She offered, and then let out a soft grunt of effort as she clenched her legs. After a few more moments, though, she slackened a little bit. The one thing that was already in the back of her mind was that she hadn't slowly scaled up pressure, but started by going all-out from sheer anger, which might be a mistake in the long term. All muscles had limits to their endurance, and submission holds, despite how easy they might look for a strong person to do, required muscular control and pacing to wear down a tough opponent. She didn't want to keep up a constant, torturous pressure, so instead, she switched to 'pulsing' at full strength for a few moments, then letting up, and then pulsing again. Hopefully, that might even heighten the pain if Bunny had a brief flicker of hope that it was going to stop each time.

"Or you could just save yourself the trouble and tap."

Bunny was panting now, her breath heavy as Ariadne continued to work her over with the scissors. Already her body was shining with a light sheen of sweat, the exposed bits of her flesh shimmering beneath the bright lights of the arena. She was trapped, completely and utterly by Ariadne, helpless against the overwhelming power of her simple submission hold.

Bunny let her arms flop down to her sides. There was no point in continuing to try and pry apart Ariadne's legs; the Frenchwoman was just too damn strong. Bunny was no weakling, but as far as raw strength went, she stood no chance at all of matching Ariadne. She felt her eyes closing, her biting of her own lip increasing slightly, drawing just the tiniest bit of blood from herself. She had to think of a way out of this position, and fast. Even when Ariadne loosened up her hold, Bunny didn't get much of a chance to fight back. The steady pulsing of the woman's legs was just too much. In a way, it was hurting her even more than the constant pressure from before!

But Bunny was no novice to the ring, and despite the great, incredible amounts of pain she was in, she wasn't just going to lie there and take the hold, not for much longer. The one thing that most of Bunny's opponents had underestimated about the model was just how much stamina she had. She knew how to take a beating and keep going. This hold? It hurt like hell, but Bunny knew she could withstand it and get out. If Ariadne thought she was going to tap out so soon, let her. She'd soon realize just how wrong she was.

Bunny lied there, waiting for Ariadne's legs to slacken up again. Once they did, the pink-haired woman suddenly jerked her upper body to the side, trying to bring herself closer towards the blonde's own upper body. Once she did, Bunny then lashed out with one arm, desperately stretching it towards Ariadne's face. Her fingers tightened into a fist, a single thumb sticking out as she tried to jab it into the Frenchwoman's eye. It was a desperate, cheap move, but one Bunny hoped would shock the woman into loosening up her hold enough for her to escape.

It was easy to forget just how dangerous her enemy was when she had her in such a position. She already looked as though she might falter, at least outwardly; she'd stopped even putting up the futile effort to challenge the crushing legs, even. As one could probably predict, she said nothing for a time as she suffered, doubtlessly having to struggle to even breathe as her waist vanished under pale thighs that were at least as thick, and probably more thick, each. They tensed, and then slackened; never enough to totally release her, but in a trained manner to balance applying agony with conserving energy. If nothing else, shutting her up for this brief time was one of the reasons she was especially fond of submission holds; that, and she could pull them off like this even on people who considered themselves dominant or superior.

She might not have really thought that a proud, presumably experienced wrestler like Bunny would tap to such a simple hold, so early, but the way things were unfolding, she could almost believe it, almost see it in her mind, the moment when her will or body simply broke and she had no choice but to submit... Yes, it was a brilliant feeling. There was probably nothing quite like it in the world, especially given who it was that was on the receiving end of this much pressure. She'd already grown to very strongly dislike this woman; perhaps if things kept going Ariadne's way, she could see about really making her-

Without paying much mind to it at all, she loosened once again, but this time, her victim sprang for the chance, got close, and the fist came in before she really realized what was going on, caught more than a little unprepared. To the referee, it looked like a simple punch, even though she was watching, and the girl said, her voice almost drowned out in the sudden cheers from Bunny supporters, "Hey! Careful, watch the thumbs, watch the thumbs."

The damage was done though, and although Ariadne had managed to squint before it hit, she'd taken the dirty attack almost directly on-target and her head was shot through with pain like she'd been hit by a lightning bolt. With a few muscle twitches in shock, Bunny had bought a chance, as her tormentor wasn't able to keep up the conscious thought for any kind of pressure, reaching up to cover her face and letting out a sheer, high noise. Her legs loosened from their deadly embrace, still around the other bunnygirl. "Aaaaaah!"

The moment Bunny felt Ariadne's legs fully loosen, her hands shot down to them again, pushing them apart so that she could escape. Breathing a sigh of relief she slipped out of the broken hold, rolling just a few inches away from where she was lay before, rolling onto her side. She lied there a few moments, still panting like a dog in the middle of summer, her ample bosom pushing in and out with each strained, heavy breath. Bunny would have loved nothing more than to just lie here for a few minutes, to take the time to gather her breath and her bearings, but she knew she didn't have long to waste. No doubt Ariadne would shake off the cheap shot to her eye soon and be back up, ready to come after Bunny again.

So, Bunny did the only thing she could think of at the moment. She started to roll again, away from her pained opponent and straight towards the apron. The model kept rolling, right under the ropes and out of the ring, landing nimbly on her feet. She turned her gaze back to Ariadne as she did so, keeping an eye on her opponent as she backed away from the ring and towards the barrier separating the audience from the ringside. She leaned back against the barrier, Bunny slowly shaking her head from side to side. She could take a few moments out here to rest, but she had a feeling that Ariadne wasn't going to give her too much time to do so. Still, after a crushing hold like those scissors, Bunny was glad for any sort of reprieve that she could get!

There was very little that Ariadne could do to alleviate her pain, as much as she still held a hand almost instinctively over the spot where the thumb nearly blinded her. It kept her mind occupied long enough for her opponent to slip away and out of the ring almost unnoticed, that much was certain. She definitely recalled having a bit of a discussion with management before tonight, too, about the refereeing at AFW. 'If anyone obviously cheats, then yes, they'e earned their DQ, but we try not to encourage it here. DQs aren't usually the way we want matches to end, you see. Especially for your debut match.' It was silly; fights should be fair if they were going to have rules, but they were the bosses, and she needed the pay. Not that she wasn't doing this because she loved it anyway, but... she'd end up waving off the referee when she caught on to the large reaction to a single 'punch' and tried to ask her about it, getting up on her own.

"I'm fine, thank you," She replied, quietly enough where only the b&w-clad official could hear, and she promptly backed up, staring to yell at Bunny to get back into the ring and all that. At the least, although she had her own pain, it was easy to see who'd gotten off worse so far, and that was comforting, if she could capitalize. Hurting the midsection and breathing of an agile opponent was one way to get them slower and easier to touch, after all. Ariadne looked down at her near the ring, trying to recover with every moment she could, and realized that sitting back and waiting for her to return to the ring would be a mistake. Should she follow? Any fighting done outside the ring would be more punishing on whoever was taking it, that much was certain. Letting Bunny sit back didn't sit well with her, though. Her one eye that was open showed now hatred and confidence in equal measures; she was already determined to win, and now, her determination had included beating this woman, and beating her as hard as possible until the very end. She'd earned it.

"Don't worry, I'll bring her back," The bunnygirl in the ring told the ref, this time loud enough where the crowd could hear it, and react with yet another cheer. Pulling her hand back to her side and letting her eye blink a few times, she took calm steps until she was at the edge of the ring, and then dropped to slide down off it and to the floor, immediately starting to charge for her opponent a little like a freight train.

"Come and get me!" Bunny shouted back, as she heard Ariadne's declaration that she would bring her back into the ring. She wasn't overly concerned by the larger woman's words; at the moment, she was safe outside the ring, and as slow as Ariadne was being, she was getting plenty of time to catch her breath. The model wasn't in any big hurry to get back into the ring, either. She knew that as long as she waited outside the ring, waited for Ariadne to come to her, she would have the advantage.

And then...there it was. The blonde slid out of the ring, and Bunny knew her chance had come. She pushed herself off the ring barrier, shifting into a defensive stance, raising her fists up protectively. Then when Ariadne began to charge her way? Bunny simply slid to the side, right out of her path. It was a reckless move from the Frenchwoman, but one Bunny planned on taking full advantage of. When she stepped to the side, out of the way of the charge, Bunny ducked downwards at the same time, dropping to the floor below. Then, out snapped Bunny's fishnet-clad legs. She was aiming to tangle them up with one of Ariadne's own legs, trying to catch the woman in a drop-toe hold, in hopes of tripping her up and sending her face-first into the nearby ringside barrier.

Even through her rage, Ariadne figured in the back of her mind that her opponent had something planned, and as it happened, she saw it happening, tried to stop and turn around, and simply couldn't, not in time. All she accomplished was getting tripped up exactly how Bunny wanted and falling forward slightly slower, although, of course, she still hit the barrier. The only thing that saved her from possibly breaking her nose then and there was throwing her arms up to protect herself, although the pain was still incredible... and how her arms hurt, too. She hit with a dull thud and bounced off, falling backwards, right onto her ass on the floor, stunned. That hurt, as well.

"... Merde."

The very loud, very near noise of fans cheering, especially the people who got a really close view of the two gorgeous wrestlers, rattled in her head a bit, and although it made her wince, it also brought her back from a short trip to la-la land, to realize what was going on. More importantly, she knew that any decent fighter would follow up a chance like this, so instead of trying to stand up she just rolled on the floor several times, without looking where she was going, until she would hit something and, if possible, grab it for support in getting up. Perhaps she had bought herself enough separation to get up and ready for Bunny's next attack.

The sound of Ariadne falling into the barrier, smashing into it arms-first, was music to Bunny's ears. She would have preferred for Ariadne to hit it face-first, of course, but the woman still seemed rattled enough by the impact for Bunny to be satisfied. Slowly Bunny rose back up to her feet, grinning widely as she listened to the roar of the audience. She was back in control of things, and it was time to pay Ariadne back for what she had done to Bunny just moments before within the ring.

She stepped towards Ariadne quickly, even as the woman rolled away from her. She can try to run, but she's not getting away, Bunny thought to herself as she followed after the blonde. She wasn't about to make the same mistake that Ariadne had made, of giving her opponent a chance to rest and catch her breath. As she neared her, she watched Ariadne grab onto a nearby chair, starting to pull herself up to her feet.

"Here, let me give you a hand!" Bunny called out, moving in close to Ariadne as she started to rise. Leaning down, she reached out for Ariadne's hair, taking a thick handful of it in each of her hands. With a sharp jerk she tried to haul the woman back up onto both feet, 'helping' her out. Then, she tried to drag her opponent by her hair back towards the barrier she had slammed into before, trying to throw her by her hair into it, hoping to slam the Frenchwoman's body right up against the hard railing, hopefully leaving her even more rattled than before!

As might be expected, she was too slow, and her opponent reached her before she could prepare or even get back to her feet on her own, yanking her up by her hair. Lifting the large and densely-built woman probably took effort but Bunny made it look easy, and Ariadne had to quickly steady herself with her own legs or risk just falling over again. This rough grip provoked a grunt of pain; her neck was sore and a little on the whiplashed side already and she really didn't need to be handled in this manner. Well, Bunny obviously didn't care about that. In fact, even more than a little rattled, it wasn't hard to figure out what was going to happen to her.

There was no time to do much, though, even something like try to dig in and stop going along with her; before she could even try, she was tossed at the barrier. This time, the angle meant that instead of hitting her head, she impacted just below her breasts on her stomach, bending forward against the barrier, winded. Even with a physique like hers, the solid, cold material won out. Others might have fallen over, but she was still standing, and after a few moments of sitting there in pain, tried to push herself up with both hands and turn around, wanting to put up a guard to try and counter whatever came next, if she could get an opening. That didn't seem likely with the way that Bunny was viciously on her, though.

She was getting hurt, no doubt, and it was impossible to ignore anymore, causing her to grimace again. Her opponent probably wasn't all that well off either still after her submission hold. It was going to take quite a lot of punishment to put away Ariadne, in any case; like Bunny, she could take it like she dished out. At least for now, even though she had definitely given up the advantage.

"Yeah!" Bunny cried out in victory, as she watched Ariadne slam into the hard material of the barrier and slump downwards over it. She stepped back from the Frenchwoman, looking up towards the nearby audience members, flashing them a wide smile as she thrust a fist into the air victoriously. "There's more where that came from, too!" She yelled out, her words just as much as a threat to Ariadne as they were a promise to the crowd as to what was to come. Despite the woman's greater size and strength, she could tell that being slammed into the barrier had hurt, had taken a bit out of her. Just the sound that the impact between flesh and metal had made had let Bunny know all she needed to know, and was more than enough motivation for her to keep up her attack. She was in charge now, fully in control of things, and it wasn't a position she planned on giving up anytime soon.

Looking over towards her fallen opponent, Bunny's grin twisted back into a cruel smirk. "Did that hurt, bitch?" she asked softly, putting a hard emphasis onto the final word, the insult a cruel barb meant to get under the blonde's skin. "Don't worry. I'll end this match fast. I wouldn't want to embarrass you too much out here, you know?" Stepping back in towards Ariadne, she noticed the woman stirring, trying to turn herself around, trying to spin back to face Bunny. Not wanting to give Ariadne a chance to turn things back around, the pink-haired woman quickly darted back in towards her, a few shuffling steps towards the blonde as her hands rose up into the air.

Ariadne probably wasn't aware of the fact, but Bunny had trained in the past as a boxer. The nearest members of the audience realized what was about to happen as soon as Bunny's hands shot up, the former model shifting into a boxing stance. When she closed the gap on Ariadne and the woman had turned around to face her, Bunny's fists suddenly struck out towards her, three quick punches aimed right at the Frenchwoman: a hard jab to each side of her face, then a quick uppercut flying right up towards her chin. Bunny hoped she could catch Ariadne off her guard with these sudden, stinging strikes, hoping they'd be enough to rattle the woman and keep control of the match squarely in Bunny's hands...quite literally, in fact!