Double Newcomer Debut!! Death Bunny vs. Blossom Fields

*W-what's so funny?! If she's laughing at me right now I swear I'm gonna-!* Misinterpreting Blossom's ticklish laughter for teasing would fuel Bunny's energy reserve, making the long trek to the ropes slightly less sufferable. Feeling Blossom's butt rub up against her with every forward motion(her concentration slightly wavering as a result), DB will grasp the bottom rope and end the torture on her battered back.

Hoping she would be given a moment's reprieve as a result, her attempt to push herself up would be interrupted as her legs would be snagged, enabling Blossom to effortlessly lift DB up and pancake her back down to the mat. Unfortunately, Bunny's sumptuous breasts would take the full impact of the crash, causing her to moan out in pain and flip over to her back. Crossing her arms tightly in front of her, Bunny's bruised orbs would glisten with sweat drops,expanding and compressing slowly with her heated breaths. DB would give off a quite a sight, whether she knew it or not...

*Ah...so this is it what's like to be tossed around like a lightweight...heh...no wonder everyone was afraid of me back in Valhalla...*

Blossom fell back as the impact echoed around the ring, taking a moment to really appreciate Bunny's form - she really was beautiful, a statuseque stunner with a body like steel. It was tempting to just reach out and touch, feel that body against hers enjoy the warmth...

Gah! Focus. Match now. Bunk time later.

She grabbed Bunny by the head again and pulled her up, trapping her arms at the sides and putting her into a bear hug, one of her favorite moves, wrench the hold fight and lifting her off her feet. "Don't mind if I enjoy the view down here, do you?" She smiled, looking between Bunny's face and her breasts. "Seriously. Awesome rack."

Although Bunny appreciated the extra reprieve as she laid on her back, she couldn't help but wonder why Blossom was hesitating in pursuing her attack? Maybe that last move exhausted her arms more than she thought it would. Her own sexual appeal being completely lost on her, DB never thought of herself in that way, too career focused for those trivial matters to concern her.

Groaning as she was lifted up and raised into a bear hug, her struggles would weaken with every second as eventually all she could do was hang there limply. Her head would start to tilt downward and her mind would start to get fuzzy, only barely making out what Blossom said.

*W-What vie-" Bunny would gasp in surprise when she saw Blossom practically nuzzling into her chest!! Seeing this would give Bunny a slight rejuvenation, kicking her legs and shaking left and right.

"Hey, in my defense, your breasts are a work of art. Just giving a compliment, is all."

Blossom staggered about the ring as Bunny struggled, kicking her legs back and forth and making the hold way more of an effort than it was worth. Strong as she was, even she couldn't hold a thrasing Death Bunny in her grip forever - no, she would have to set her down eventually. The only questions were where and how?

Her smile grew a little devilish once more as she spied the turnbuckle behind Death Bunny. Getting her there hadn't worked so well, last time, but this time...

She broke into a run and barreled towards the turnbuckle, looking to use Death Bunny as a battering ram and slam straight into it. If that works out, she'll let her go to lean on the turnbuckle, then dip down, grab the ropes, and thrust forward, ramming her shoulder straight into the taller girl's stomach.

Her face glowing a light shade of red, all this admiration shown towards her breasts only flustered and embarrassed Bunny further, wanting nothing more than to distance herself from her pervy opponent. All these compliments about her figure..."s-she's just saying that to get in my head, that's all!!"

For all her struggles DB was still helpless in the girl's grasp, possibly thinking she may be able to break free until Blossom smashed her into the turnbuckle at full speed. Clenching her teeth and shutting her eyes to the pain, Blossom's follow-up attack would push her further into the post until she was practically sitting on the middle rope. Knowing she couldn't take much more of this, if Blossom stood back up after the ram, with her hands grasping the top ropes behind her, Bunny will leap up and try and catch her opponent in a headscissors.

There's a joke about getting in between Bunny's legs to be made here, and Blossom would really like to share it, but asphyxiation sort of puts a damper on that.

Death Bunny's legs clamp around Blossom's neck for the second time during the fight, and while she really is starting to appreciate them - smooth, creamy and dreamy, just the right balance of muscle - she just wishes it wasn't in such a painful way. What little air she can take in is filled with the heady scent of Death Bunny's sweaty sex, pressed up against her face and filling her nostrils.

Focus. Focus.

Blossom lifts her up like last time, staggering back with Bunny on her shoulders - the fight's taking its toll, and the efforts a bit harder than it was before, but she can manage. If she can get far enough back, she'll slam Death Bunny down into a powerbomb, dropping down to her knees for a little extra oomph.

Feeling Blossom's cute face nuzzled against her crotch made DB moan out in pleasure, instinctually bucking up further and tighter onto the rookie's head until all you could see of her was small tuft of hair. Blossom's hot breaths would cause a wet spot to form on DB's panties, thankfully visible to no one due to her denim shorts. What was Bunny supposed to do after locking her head down? Bunny's mind would stay in a hazy daze until she was snapped out of it by being lifted up off the ropes and onto Blossom's shoulders.

Cursing herself for losing her focus, she would start to enter panic mode when she remembered the last time Blossom had placed on her shoulders. *Oh no you don't!!! Not twice on the same day!!!* Dreading what was coming next, DB will unleash fierce punches onto the top of Blossom's head while clenching her thighs tighter on her opponent. Anything to stop her!!!

The audience would start to cheer wildly for Blossom though whether or not she could hear them was questionable...

...that smell. Was that...yep, yep it was. Blossom smelled the smelly smell of arousal, no question about it. It was good to know she wasn't the only one enjoying this in more ways than one.

As much as she appreciated the scent and wanted to stay nuzzled against it a bit longer, that was a bit hard to do when Death Bunny was hammering her skull in like a stubborn nail, battering her with blow after blow. Blossom tottered here and tettered there, just trying to keep her balance as the punches wrecked havoc on her equilibrium, the crowd oohing and awing as she swayed from side to side.

Finally, the damage took it's toll, and a punch-drunk Blossom, fell forward - not because she wanted to, but because that was simply were she happened to head when all the punches brought her down to her knees, sending Death Bunny falling to the ground with not nearly as much power as she would have mustered.

*DownDownDownDownJust go down already!!* All the shifting back and forth was starting to make Bunny nauseous, at one point it even looked like she would be power bombed out of the ring. It would be almost comical if it wasn't also incredibly life threatening. Finally dropping to her knees, the power bomb would loss much of it's strength as Blossom rather released her to fall back than anything else.

From her prone position on her back, Bunny's head would inch up to see Blossom cuddled adorably against her inner thigh, some drool actually coming out of her mouth while she was resting. Repelling her leg instantly, DB would wipe try to wipe the saliva off as she groggily stood back to her feet, trying NOT to think of how cute Blossom looked in that position...cause she didn't. Not at all. Nope.

Walking towards her opponent, DB would stomp twice on the back of her head before lifting her up and (rather easily thanks to her being a light weight) place her in a tombstone pile driver position. Clenching tightly around Blossom's waist, DB would turn once around in a circle to display her opponent's current tragic state before dropping her down full force. Afterwards DB will cross her opponent's arms over her chest to start the three count...

Seriously, this was a nice thigh.

The punches really did a number on Blossom's already-addled thought process; she was only half aware of where she was and what was going on around her, only dimly aware of Death Bunny pulling her leg away and standing up. Getting kicked in the head didn't help things, either; each of the two blows making her world flash white as her body flopped about. By the time the clouds had already cleared and the fog lifted, she was already been pulled up, and turned upside down, into...

...oh, crap on a crapstick. Apparently, Death Bunny had more in common with the Undertaker than shopping at the same clothing stores - she was about to be Tombstone Piledriven right into the mat. She squeaked and squirmed, trying to wiggle her way out of it as Death Bunny paraded her around the ring, but it wasn't happening - her head hit the mat with all the grace of a falling stone, her body jack-knifing on impact. Her world exploded into an electric purple haze, and the three count was a foregone conclusion.

"One! Two! Three!"

The bell rung, signifying the end of the match - Death Bunny's first victory and Blossom's first loss.