Bunnygirls Clash! [Bunny Bomber v Ariadne]

Ariadne noticed the cheering of the crowd gain intensity before she actually realized that she was being pinned down by her wrists. She'd seen enough AFW before signing up to know what this was leading up to, however; especially when Bunny' proud and admittedly impressive breasts descended upon her face. Rather abruptly, light and noise from the outside world was just cut off as if she was underwater. Or, rather, buried in woman where it counted the most right now. "Mmmf!" Her confidence of earlier was peeling away quite quickly and she began to struggle, finding the power to thrash like an enraged bull.

She'd never personally been in such a position, but all she knew at the moment was that she had to keep breathing, and this damn jealous bunnygirl was blocking that... and trying to humiliate her as well.

It was working pretty well; her face was heated as it was smothered, and she felt little things like Bunny shifting around or taking a breath. With the rest of the world muted, it was just the two of them put together like this. Her struggles continued, although she wasn't able to sustain it for long; for all her size and power she was just getting worn down and hurt too badly to bounce back. Her experiences up until now had never been this... painful. Either she broke free soon, or things would keep getting worse...

With a bad angle and little energy left, she tried to punch Bunny's open sides a few times just to see if it would work.

Bunny grinned, a thin, cruel grin, as she pressed her chest down onto Ariadne's face. She could hear the woman's cries from beneath her, as muffled as they were, and she could feel the heat of the blonde's face pressing against her exposed skin. Sure, it wasn't a traditional wrestling move in any sort of way, but it excited the crowd, and Bunny could feel it's effects working, as Ariadne began to thrash beneath her. The woman didn't seem to have as much strength as before, and with every passing moment it felt like Ariadne was getting weaker and weaker.

"Give it up," Bunny snarled again, trying to keep a hold on Ariadne as the bigger woman tried to thrash and struggle beneath her. "Just go to sleep and give it up." She knew Ariadne wouldn't listen and just give up, of course, but she couldn't help but taunt her a little. If anything, she hoped her words would get under Ariadne's skin and throw her more off of her game.

But then, Ariadne managed to jerk herself at just the right angle, and for a brief moment, the blonde was able to free one of her arms from Bunny's grasp. The former model jerked, grunting out as Ariadne's punches slammed into her side. With a reluctant look on her face, Bunny pushed off of Ariadne, rolling off of her and to the side. Ariadne might have been weaker then before, but that didn't mean her punches still weren't going to hurt.

Bunny rolled away from Ariadne, and started to push up to her hands and knees, keeping her eyes on her opponent all the while. She was ready. She was ready for Ariadne. She had managed to flip the tables, and she just knew she could keep the ball on her side of the court.

Eagerly, desperately gasping in lungfuls of air, Ariadne took a moment or two to recover, but knew she didn't have the luxury of sitting around all day. With her chest still on fire, just like her face after that damned humiliating move, she scrambled to her feet, watching Bunny watching her. Everything so far had taken its toll on the bigger woman, and she wasn't looking so hot. Or at least she wasn't looking very strong; the crowd still seemed to think both wrestlers were quite attractive in their own ways.

"I didn't know this would become a hentai match, Bunny..." She called out between gasps, managing a smirk or a grimace. "You should... treat your opponents better." Otherwise one day karma would come up and smack you with a steel folding chair. Hopefully.

Or at least Bunny could stand to avoid all the cheap, dirty fucking tricks. Every time she was in trouble, Bunny just pulled out something; Clever? Yes. Annoying? Definitely. She wanted to squash this woman. She'd only really done that to a few people; not just defeated, but fucking crushed, but she wanted to use all that strength and size she kept back in the normal world to grind Bunny under a machine. It was too bad that right now she felt less like a steamroller and more like somebody who'd been run over themselves. She didn't have the energy for this.

Motivated more by anger than tactics, Ariadne charged Bunny again, letting out a genuine roar. Her plan was simple; smash into her, that seemed to be the way to go so far. Technical moves could be countered, she thought, but not a simple slam. Unfortunately though, she was moving rather slow on the attack, even with adrenaline pumping through her and keeping her up.

Bunny wasn't looking too hot either. Ariadne had pushed her to her limit. She was beaten, hurting. She struggled with her breathing, every breathe labored, hard, her chest heaving with she stood there, staring across the ring at Ariadne. Sweat was rolling down her skin, the bunnygirl's body glistening under the bright lights of the arena. The match had been rough, but Bunny was still confident she could win this.

"You couldn't handle me in a hentai match, bitch..." Bunny called back at Ariadne, giving her a smirk of her own. Granted, Bunny didn't actually do hentai matches, but she doubted the blonde would know that. "If this was actually a hentai match, you'd be screaming my name out right now..."

She watched Ariadne for a moment longer, contemplating her next move, when suddenly the much larger woman came charging towards her, roaring as she began to cross the distance to Bunny. The pink-haired woman's eyes went wide, and she knew she only had a brief moment to react. She couldn't stop Ariadne's charge, but she didn't need to stop it. She braced herself, waiting for just the right moment, and then, as Ariadne came close enough, Bunny let herself drop to the side, quickly extending her legs out to try and catch Ariadne in a drop-toe hold. With any luck, she would trip up the bigger woman and send her face-first into the canvas!

Both bunnygirls had suffered, but Ariadne felt she had it worse; hence the almost desperate charge to try and smash Bunny again and put her down for good. However, she just wasn't fast enough; even at her best, Ariadne wasn't fast enough to react to her move. Caught up in the toe hold, her momentum and loud, stompy charge abruptly stopped. Or, rather, all of that energy was redirected, and she flipped forward, right onto her face and huge chest, landing hard and fast with a thud that shook the ring as the titan fell.

Her movement almost stopped altogether, aside from a few twitches, lying face-down, powerful, muscular back and legs loosening up visibly.

Ariadne looked like she was out. She had hit the mat hard and wasn't moving at all, other then the occasional twitch. Bunny wasn't stupid. She knew what she needed to do now.

She scrambled over to Ariadne and grabbed at the woman, rolling the larger bunnygirl over onto her back. Then, she slid onto the blonde, pushing down against her, chest to chest, body to body. The referee dropped down nearby, and began to count Bunny's pin, her hand rising up and slapping the mat once.

"ONE!"

The intimate-looking pin pitted two wonderful female bodies against each other, and the crowd went wild, but Ariadne wasn't around to enjoy it. She was pretty much out, energy expended and mind filled with pain and aches. Even if she could have continued, though, the mat was so much easier. In short, she'd lost something worse than physical strength, and this was over. "Two!"

Even so, this wouldn't be the last Bunny would be seeing of her... Oh no. She would break this smaller, clever, bitchy woman in half, no matter how long it took. One day... But today, her debut was a disaster. At least the audience had fun.

"Three!" The bell rang and the crowd's noise level exploded once again as Bunny's music hit and the match was done.

Bunny pushed down on Ariadne, closing her eyes as she tried to keep the blonde pinned down. Come on, come on... she thought to herself as the referee hit the second count. She couldn't afford for this match to go on any longer. If Ariadne could get her hands on Bunny again...

Thankfully for the smaller of the two women though, she didn't need to worry. The referee's hand hit the mat for the third count, and Bunny jerked upwards, sitting there with a shocked, almost confused look on her face. She could hardly believe it. Tripping up Ariadne had kept her out of it long enough for the former model to pick up the win!

Bunny bounced up to her feet, suddenly feeling full of energy (Or maybe it was just an adrenaline high from being happy about her win) as she started to parade around the ring. She wore a wide smile on her face, posing and posturing for the crowd as her music roared around her. Eventually though, she made her way back towards Ariadne, looking down at the woman with a cocky smirk replacing her joyful smile. She folded her arms over her chest, and began to speak to the Frenchwoman in a low, confident tone.

"What did I tell you, bitch? I said I would leave you beaten at my feet, and I did just that. I hope you learned something tonight..."

Ariadne had nothing to say back to her arrogant, sexy opponent now, evidently so out of it that she was passing out. Maybe if she just sat there she'd fall into the floor or the ring would collapse or something, ah well...

Her fiest match, her big debut, and she was defeated... by a smaller, weaker woman. Using more than a few dirty tricks, of course, but in the end, she'd have that on her record, and thanks to the way AFW handled rules, Bunny wouldn't suffer at all for her skirting the rules... unless the French titan did something about it. But tonight, she was spent, physically and emotionally.

Bunny had taught her a lesson, alright.

Bunny gave Ariadne one last smirk, then turned away from her, going to make her exit from the ring. She was pleased with herself. She had brought down a bigger, stronger opponent, and left her hurting in the ring. Sure, she was still hurting pretty bad herself (More then she would admit, honestly), but overall? It had been a pretty good night.

She slipped out of the ring and started to head up the entrance ramp, turning back to the ring one last time. She smirked, then flashed the blonde a quick, cocky wink, then turned away again, heading up the ramp and out of sight.

Winner by pinfall: Bunny Bomber