Bunnygirls Clash! [Bunny Bomber v Ariadne]

Clearly, she was going up against an opponent who wasn't afraid to do almost anything to win, provided she could get away with it. That made Bunny incredibly dangerous at the best of times, but flush with confidence and eager to prove she was the better woman against the taller and stronger Ariadne, outside the ring where there was only hard plastic and metal all around? It was obvious that she couldn't just keep letting this happen, no matter how much it hurt, how embarrassing it felt to get handled by this woman, to get called names and taunted and abused. She could hear the cheering and the yelling, and hear the crowd's reaction to it all, too.

God, it did hurt, though; this wasn't a minor irritation or even just a regular sort of pain, she could swear it was getting a bit tough to catch a full breath. Other people might have been injured much more or even put on the ground after these sorts of hits, but even she couldn't just shake it off. It was hard to focus, but she knew that the only way to make the pain stop was to fight back, to get back into it, and get some offense in. She had to cut Bunny's legs out from under her. At the moment, though, she could tell her opponent was probably coming, and so she'd spun about, expecting an attack. Bunny was so fast, though. Every time, faster, just a bit faster, able to land the first hit, frustrating as always. Her hands were only about halfway up to defend herself when the first two jabs came in, knocking her face about and making the world spin around.

She would have been stopped cold, normally, but she was getting pissed, more angry than she could ever recall being, and a moment after the uppercut knocked her jaw up and made the world go white, she let out a shout of sheer frustration and then pushed herself forward with all of her still immense strength towards where she had seen Bunny in the moment before the punches, leveling her shoulder to deliver a spear with everything she had, which was still quite a lot of mass and quite a lot of force. Such an attack would be like a tackle, and leave them in a similar place, although she also hoped it returned some of the pain to this spiteful person.

Bit by bit, despite how unpleasant this situation was, the rookie was slowly realizing, on some basic level, that this was what fighting was about; taking hits and hitting back, no matter how crappy you felt. She'd always known it, she'd fought before, but against an enemy of this skill, she had to commit herself completely.

Bunny felt a rush of elation as her fists slammed into Ariadne's face. It felt so damn good to knock the larger woman around like that! So damn awesome to have the larger woman at her mercy like this! She knew that once she got in there and starting overwhelming Ariadne with her greater speed, she'd have the match in the bag, and now here it was, Bunny knocking the woman around with a pair of swift punches. Then, she crouched down, coming upwards with her big uppercut. Right into Ariadne's jaw her fist went, knocking the blonde's head upwards. "Yeah!!" She cried out as her punch hit home, Ariadne showing back at her in frustration. "Eat that, you bitch!"

She took a step back to admire her handiwork, getting ready to come back in with another series of punches, when suddenly Ariadne came rushing back towards her. Bunny was shocked. She didn't think that the Frenchwoman could have shook off her punches like that, not that fast at least. Before the model could react, Ariadne ducking down, forcing her shoulder into Bunny's midsection with a brutal, intense spear.

"A-aah!" Bunny practically screamed, getting taken down to the floor by Ariadne, the wind knocked right out of her sails. She lied there, on her back, groaning weakly as her eyes rolled back into her head. That had hurt like hell, taking all of Bunny's momentum from her, giving Ariadne a perfect chance to turn things right back around.

Absolutely smashing into her now quite hated enemy, the thicker, more powerful woman felt the impact in her shoulder, but the discomfort it caused was so minor compared with the obvious effects it had on Bunny. She fell backwards, and Ariadne went with her, ending up straddling her poor, abused waist. The midsection, so far, had ended up getting Ariadne's attention the most, and that was only partly on purpose. It wasn't a bad idea to keep at it now, though, and exploit what she'd managed to do. This was the time to act, and fast, but she'd also promised to get Bunny back in the ring where she belonged... so instead of grounding her and crushing her again, just yet, she would get up to her feet as quickly as she could manage. After steadying herself, she reached down and tried to clasp a single hand right around her throat in a vice grip, which if successful would lead to her using only the power of one arm to lift her opponent up, bodily, choking as tightly as possible so soon after she'd had the air knocked out of her.

This was one of Ariadne's favorite moves when she needed to assert dominance and show what a bad idea it was to piss her off, like Bunny had tried so hard to do. She was confident in her ability to lift the woman up with one hand, displaying her for the stunned crowd and especially her adoring fans for a few moments. Just a few, though; the referee wasn't a fan of this hold, given that it was just a straight-up choke, which could be brutal, even deadly in some situations. For a moment or two, the shouted warnings and threats from the official would go ignored.

"I am going to teach you a lesson you will remember for your entire life, Bunny."

Bunny lied there on the floor, sweat rolling down the curve of her breast as she stared up at Ariadne, the taller woman rising back up to her feet. As much as the model would have loved to follow her, she needed a moment to recover. The poor pink-haired woman wasn't going to get that chance though, as much as she needed it. Down came Ariadne's hand, gripping tightly around her neck. Bunny's eyes went wide, the model starting to gag and gasp as she felt the pure, raw power of the larger woman starting to crush her throat, starting to cut off her air supply. Then, up into the air she rose, the Frenchwoman lifting her easily into the air with just one hand.

Bunny's hands came up, grabbing Ariadne's wrist, struggling for breath as she tried to fight back against the woman. With her neck in such a tight, vice-like grip, Bunny was unable to respond to Ariadne, not with words, anyway. Her legs flailed at the air, kicking weakly back and forth as she stared at her opponent with fear in her eyes, feeling quite helpless in her suspended position.

Now her opponent was starting to understand; underestimating Bunny had been a painful mistake for sure, but to take somebody of Ariadne's size lightly? That would also have consequences, starting now. For this moment, she was in total control, and she wasn't going to let that slip away without having a bit of her own fun, stepping over towards the ring apron, still holding Bunny high by her throat and letting her try to grab her wrist and kick uselessly. Normally she would feel at least a little bad for treating another person this way, but oh, she'd earned it. And more. The fans were going crazy, many just surprised at what they were seeing, and she heard them as the Bunnygirls got closer to the ring. "Back where you belong, bitch."

As though lifting up a trashbag, she reached up with her other hand, and then physically tossed her newly helpless opponent back into the ring. It was likely that Bunny would get a moment of airtime before meeting the canvas... although the effort of the throw had taken a bit out of her, and she took a moment to catch her own breath before getting back into the ring herself. The referee wasn't too happy, but at least they were back in. Ariadne rested against the nearest turnbuckle for a moment, reaching up to rub her forehead.

She was strong, but far from invincible, and her cheeks still burned as she thought of what Bunny had done to her. Yeah, now it was time to pay. Ariadne's steps towards the center of the ring were deliberate. Perhaps now was the time to lift her up in a backbreaker and continue working that toned, but abused torso?

Gasping for air, for even a single clear breath of precious oxygen, Bunny felt completely helpless as she hung from Ariadne's grasp. There wasn't much she could do right now, aside from hoping, praying, that her fellow bunnygirl would let her go soon.

Her prayers were soon answered, as Ariadne hauled her to the ring, almost effortlessly tossing her through the ropes, back into the squared circle. Bunny flew through the air, hitting the canvas with a loud thud, then rolling several feet across the ring, ending up lying near the center of it. She rolled onto her side, groaning and reaching up for her neck, rubbing it gingerly with one hand.

She waited for Ariadne to come after her, to continue her assault on the model, but for some reason, she wasn't coming. Forcing herself to roll over onto her other side, Bunny stared towards Ariadne, noticing that she was taking her precious time, taking a few moments to rest herself. Bunny was glad for the respite; she needed every moment she could to get to recover from the choke and the toss back in. When she finally saw Ariadne start coming her way, taking slow, deliberate steps, Bunny took a deep breath, readying herself. She knew she wouldn't have long to act, but she knew she had to act fast and hard, if she stood any chance of turning this back around on Ariadne and getting out of this sticky situation.

She waited, patiently lying there for Ariadne to come near, and when the Frenchwoman finally moved in close enough? Bunny would try to shoot her fist up, trying to drive it hard into the crotch of the taller, stronger woman, with a quick, cheap low blow, one that would hopefully even the odds again!

The pain and anger swirling around inside of the newcomer to the AFW had made her temporarily disregard what she'd realized about her opponent; specifically, that giving her any time at all to recover or think was a bad idea, because she was clever, and had no hesitation about using dirty tricks even when she wasn't getting tossed about and crushed. Her attack hit her squarely where a woman should never be hurt, and in a moment, Ariadne's confidence turned into stunned agony.

Letting out a pained noise, she wobbled on her feet for just a moment as the everything that Bunny had inflicted on her came rushing back, her adrenaline rush stopped cold. The crowd reacted audibly, some cheering this, others expressing sympathy with a chorus of 'ooh's.

Naturally, the referee had been too busy trying to berate some sense into Ariadne about the choke to see just where the hit had landed; an idiot could tell what had just happened but without physically seeing it, the official didn't want to break this up and end the match right there. So it would continue, as all eyes on the ring saw Ariadne just pitch forward, falling, whether by intent or accident, right onto her downed opponent with a loud thud that could be heard even over the din of the audience.

The feel of her fist slamming into Ariadne's crotch was satisfying to Bunny. It was damn satisfying. It felt good to finally get a nice, solid hit in on the larger bunnygirl, even if it was a rather cheap, dirty trick. She didn't feel bad about it, not at all. After all, she was here to win, and she was willing to do whatever she needed to do to turn the tables back around.

She wouldn't have long to enjoy her brief moment of victory, however. Once her fist had made contact, Ariadne began to drop forward, and Bunny was in too rough of a shape to get away from her. She could only look up in horror, as Ariadne fell down onto her, practically crushing the smaller woman under her large, powerful body.

"Nnn!" cried out Bunny, writhing around underneath her, trying in desperation to buck her body up, to throw Ariadne off of herself. "G...get the hell off of me!"

Amid the cheers and boos and various other chaotic noises coming up from the energized crowd was now a scattering of laughs and giggles. These women had been trying to metaphorically kill each other, and really still were, but now they were just smashed together in a writhing pile of bunny outfits and sexual appeal. Even while dazed, Ariadne knew enough, or just had enough mass and strength, to stay right on top of her opponent despite Bunny's best attempts to shake her. She'd fallen into the kind of position she loved... it might have even been worth taking that shot for.

Okay, maybe not, her legs still weren't even listening to what she said. Oh well. She wasn't so articulate anymore; at Bunny's desperate demands to get off, all she could reply with was a rather breathless "Fuck you." The referee slid right down with them to make sure Bunny's shoulders weren't being pinned.

It was obvious to a girl who'd just taken a hit to her most sensitive spot that this problem was best solved with a hammering mentality, so she just needed to keep pounding until this, this bitch just gave up or passed out or something. To that end, she just started to do push-ups, supporting her own weight with just her arms and leaving her lower body to mostly, and of course, coming down, slamming right back onto her opponent. It didn't give her nearly as much force as a proper splash move, but it was simple, it was relatively fast, and although her brain was a little too addled to grasp it, this sort of brute force attack might also add another feeling of domination to the match.

Compared to running around or tossing Bunny around like a toy, it was also low-effort. Christ, that had hurt. Even her numb parts were aching somehow.

Bunny was not in a good position. With the bigger bunny lying atop of her, she was trapped, and despite her best efforts she just didn't have the strength to throw the woman off of herself.

Things only got worse for her, as Ariadne planted her hands down and began to do her push-ups, turning them in an odd, but innovative, way of attacking Bunny. Over and over, Ariadne's body slammed against Bunny's own, each time sending a loud grunt or cry of pain from the smaller of the two women. It hurt. Every one of those low, quick slams hurt, sending waves of pain throughout the body of Bunny.

It definitely didn't help that the crowd was starting to cheer wilder as Ariadne began this attack, urging her to keep going and keep doing it. It was pretty obvious what it looked like to the perverts in the audience, and every one of them wanted to see the larger lagomorph keep it going on Bunny.