Death From Above~ Death Bunny vs. Bunny Bomber

You would have to excuse Bunny if she was feeling particularly chatty this time around, before Bomber her only opponents were fake imitations and enamored admirers who couldnâ€t keep her hands off her, so she was more than ready to face someone who didnâ€t want to be BFFâ€s .

Tightening her grip on Bomberâ€s arm before attempting to yank her forward, her eyes narrowed when Bomber planted her feet and yanked Death forward attempting to send her back first into the barrier behind her. But rather than hearing any sweet sounds all Bomber would hear is a boot skidding against the mat as Death hung onto her own still clinging grip. Bunnys impression of how strong Bomber was from earlier held true, but D.B. knew an easy set up when she saw one.

Unleashing a guttural yell, Death pressed on before Bomber could react, attempting to pull her forward into a cinched in bear hug. Bunny would lift her off her feet and tightened the squeeze on her lower back until you could swear youâ€d hear something vaguely pop.

Bunny groaned inwardly, as Death yanked her around, pulling her into the tight bearhug. She groaned outwardly, too, squirming in Death's arms as her fellow bunnygirl lifted her off of her feet, starting to put the squeeze on her.

She closed her eyes, gritting her teeth as Death hugged her close. She cursed at herself for letting Death catch her like this, the woman once again getting the advantage over her. This was embarrassing. Humiliating, even, getting stuck in the bearhug like this, and so early in the match. It wasn't like she was worried about being the bearhug. She had been stuck in them many a time before, and she knew how to handle them. The problem was that Death was a lot stronger then she looked. Bunny could feel the energy being sapped out of her, and she could have sworn she had heard something in her back popping as Death started to squeeze her.

But Bunny wasn't worried. She really wasn't. She knew how to handle this. At this point in her career, after having way too many of her opponents try to put her into a bearhug, she had learned how to turn the hold into a submission of her own!

She opened her eyes, looking down at Death, giving the woman a defiant sneer as she raised her arms up. She might have been in pain, but she wasn't going to let Death see that. In fact, in a moment, Death wasn't going to be seeing anything. Up came Bunny's arms, wrapping around the back of Death's head. She was trying to pull the woman's face in against her own body, right into her large, balloon-like chest, trying to smother the bunnygirl out even as she tried to squeeze the hell out of Bunny.

Let's just see how hard you can squeeze now, bitch, Bunny thought to herself, wondering how just Death would react to her counterattack.

Flexing her arm muscles in the hold, Bunny gnashed her teeth tightly in her powerful exertion of the bearhug. As she felt her playboy opponent writhe in agony against her own toned body she felt assured this was the right move to go for. Delighted from the sound of every popped vertebrae, her only regret was not racing to her in time to trap her arms as well. Nevertheless she was still confident she could endure any half-assed counter Bomber could cook up. Punches to the head, pulling of the hair, scratching…

Averting her gaze upwards she raised an eyebrow when she spotted a scheming grin on the trapped bunnyâ€s face, only starting to understand what was so funny when she felt Bomberâ€s arms wrap around the back of her head. “Mmmmph!!” Bunny barely had the time to look shocked before her bunny eared head was engulfed forcefully into Bomberâ€s ample bosom, her muffled yell tuned out to the point where only Bomber could hear it. Her cheeks blushed a bright crimson immediately from the demeaning breast smother. The sudden shock of having nearly all her senses enveloped in Bomberâ€s bouncing cleavage couldnâ€t help but take her out of her game, maintaining her bearhug grip but compelling her to step back awkwardly as well.

Stumbling backwards wouldnâ€t be the end of it unfortunately, Bunny so distracted by the counter attack that she would lose her balance and trip to the mat with her arms flailing wildly in the fall. With the smother still locked in Bunny would inadvertently take a humiliating breast slam to the face, leaving her stunned and moaning beneath the playboy bunny. After this debacle and the way Lia Cross countered her last bearhug…Bunny was seriously starting to consider taking this move out of her repertoire.

Bunny grinned wider, a cruel, mocking expression, as she listened to Death's muffled cries, as she felt the warmth of her breath upon the bare skin of her breasts. She hugged tight on Death's head, not wanting her to be able to sneak a single breath in. The bearhug was still crushing her, Death still putting pressure on her back, but she knew that Death wouldn't be able to keep it up for long, not with Bunny keeping her trapped in the smother like this.

But then, then Death took her awkward step back, tripping herself up and falling to the ground, Bunny letting out a grunt as she dropped right onto her. This was perfect. Death was down, and Bunny was more then ready to take advantage of her new found position of dominance upon her.

She pushed down on her, letting her big, heavy breasts continue to smother Death, as she cooed down at the woman. "What's wrong?" she teased, her ears flopping to the side as she tilted her head over, looking as smug as could be atop of Death. "No more big boasts? No more insults or put-downs? Oh...I guess you can't do any of that right now, can you?" She laughed, shaking her head as she continued. "What a shame. I was enjoying hearing you running your mouth at me..." Her sarcasm was quite obvious to everyone that was in earshot of her.

But Bunny knew she couldn't win like this. As much as she wanted to smother Death out, she remembered that knocking the woman out wasn't a win condition for in this match. With a bit of a soft sigh, she lifted her breasts from the girl's face, reaching down to grab her by her hair, and started back up to her feet, pulling Death up along with her.

While the smother itself might not have too big an issue, it was more the initial shock and subsequent cushiony face slam that brought about her current miserable condition. Bunny laid there flattened outright beneath Bomber with her mortified face stuffed between the playboy bunnys heaving breasts, both her nose and mouth compressed against their smooth flesh and barely getting any oxygen. An entire offensive front brought to a grinding halt thanks to a pair of bunny tits and Deaths own aversion to ecchi tactics. Fantastic.

Bunnys muffled moans would start to get more intense as Bomber shifted her weight to further lock in the suffocating hold, further ballooning her ample chest into Deathâ€s thoroughly flustered complexion. Unfortunately D.B. could still make out Bomberâ€s sarcastic teasing, frustrating Death to no end that she was brought down so easily by this pink haired floozy and was forced to endure her stupid taunts. Her heated panting into the pillowy prison started to get more desperate as she felt herself running out of air, clawing and beating into Bomberâ€s back and rib cage before her opponent thankfully remembered the winning conditions of the match.

Death arched her own back somewhat as she inhaled one giant breath of sweet oxygen, the fresh air washing over her sweat stained face. Still sputtering and coughing as her eyes squinted from readjusting to the beaming lights in the arena, Bunny felt the pain in her scalp from Bomber digging her gloved hands into her purple locks and hoisting her up to her feet, too busy trying to get her wits about her before she could put up any noticeable resistance. Both of her hands would grasp Bomberâ€s wrist and grip on her hair to weakly try to pry her fingers apart, gritting her teeth as she glared daggers at Bomber through dilated pupils, her sweat soaked face blushed crimson red.

Bunny smirked, trying not to laugh as Death grabbed at her wrists, trying to make the pink-haired bunny release her hold on her hair. Death's struggling only caused Bunny to grip her hair tighter, leaning in so that she was face-to-face with the woman, her expression twisting into a sneer as she stared right into Death's eyes. She loved this. She relished the feeling of being in control, and wasn't about to give it up for anything.

"Aw, what's wrong?" she asked, giving Death's head a quick jerk to the side. "You want me to let you go? Really?" She paused for a moment, then grinned widely at Death, nodding slowly at her. "Alright then. I'll let you go, if that's what you really want..."

Bunny wasn't a liar. She was going to be true to her word, and let Death go...but it was going to be by her own terms. She gave Death's hair another hard jerk, trying to pull her towards the ring, then she yanked her head in the direction of the apron, trying to slam the woman face-first against it, letting go of her grip as she did so.

With Bomberâ€s tightened fingers on her scalp came a stinging pain that was only made worse when Death tried to pry herself free. As her eyes adjusted to the stadium lights again Bomberâ€s sadistic grin came more into focus until it was clear as day, especially now that their faces were practically inches away. Being up close to her cocky smirk only made Bunny want to rearrange her smug face even more, clenching her teeth in frustration through her reddened face while Bomber continued to rub it in with her taunting questions.

Bunny groaned out loud in response to Bomber dragging her around by her purple locks. Her mind seemed to finally start to coming out of the haze the breast smother surrounded her in, but unfortunately not soon enough as her face was yanked back and viciously reacquainted with the mat.

“Ah!!” Bunny immediately turned her back to Bomber after her bunny eared head bounced off the ring side apron, walking slowly along the edge with one hand trailing the bottom rope with the other covering her bruised face. D.B. could tell she was clearly starting to lose her control over the match, deciding at the last second to try to roll herself under the bottom rope and get back in the ring. Internally D.B. despised this decision, as it made Death look like she was running away with her fuzzy tail between her legs when she actually just needed to slow things down a bit.

Bunny folded her arms over her chest, watching in amusement as Death staggered down the side of the ring, looking as if she had no idea where she was at. It was a cute sight, one that Bunny enjoyed seeing. She wished she could keep watching, but, well...she had a match to win.

As Death slipped back under the ropes and into the ring, Bunny came right after her, slipping under the bottom ropes like a busty pink snake, rubbing against the mat for a moment before climbing back up to her feet. It did seem to her like Death was running away, and the thought of her filled the former model with glee.

"Running away?" she teased towards Death, stepping towards the woman. "I'm sorry, but you're not getting away. Not until I'm done with you, at least." She paused, then shrugged. "Sucks for you, I guess." She took another step towards Death, then noting that the woman had managed to rise up to one knee, suddenly lunged towards her, a gleeful look on her face as she approached Death. With a quick hop towards the woman, Bunny brought her knee upwards as she neared her, trying to slam Death right in the side of her head with it as she neared her. A quick, hard knee strike, one that she just knew would take Death back down once more and leave Bunny even further in control of the match!

Blinking away any lingering disorientation from having her nose practically flattened against the apron, Death intentionally kept her head lowered to hide her awareness from Bomber. Though it was becoming more of an issue as Bomber continued to poke and prod the sleeping giant with taunts and teasing, maintaining her stone cold grimace even when her bunny ears started twinging slightly when her opponent suggested she was running away…

With her eyes focused steadily on the mat, Death instead used her hearing to judge when best to strike and charged forward from her prone position once she heard Bomber start to pick up her pace. Hoping her opponent wouldnâ€t expect the same approach twice, Death wrapped her arms in a constricting grip around Bombers waist this time and bringing the feuding bunny pair uncomfortably close. With both of their sweat stained abdomens clinging to eachothers and their heaving breasts mushrooming from the contact, the embrace would nearly seem intimate if not for the expression of pure malice across Deaths face as she stared straight into Bomberâ€s face not more than a few inches away.

“….*tch*….itâ€ll be worth putting you through that table already jus to shut that playboy poser mouth of yours!!” In one swift act Death would crouch down and lift Bomber a few feet off the ground with her arms now wrapped just below Bomberâ€s curvy glutes. Maintaining this airborne positon for her opponent and although it would take some time to align themselves correctly, Death would attempt to steadily and methodically step towards the corner ring post intending to fall backwards with Bomberâ€s head bouncing off the top turnbuckle.

Bunny definitely wasn't expecting Death to suddenly lunge back up, she wasn't expecting her to charge straight back towards her. Before she could even get her knee raised towards her fellow bunnygirl, Death had caught her, her arms wrapped tight around Bomber's waist. A soft grunt passed through her lips, as she squirmed against the rival bunny, a slight blushing expanding against her cheeks at the feeling of being so close to her. She looked right into Death's eyes, and her earlier bravado seemed to melt away, replaced by a look of sudden fear as she noticed the malice stained across her opponent's face.

The situation only grew worse, as Death hauled her off of her feet, Bunny making an 'ack' noise as the woman's arms locked around her legs, lifting her up into the air. She wobbled unsteadily from one side to the other, as Death began to carry the two of them towards the corner. She had a feeling she knew what was coming, and she wasn't going to let Death get that chance.

She leaned down towards Death, balling one of her hands into a tight fist, the other reaching for the side for the darker bunny's head to keep her steady. "Guess I'll have to shut your mouth first!" she yelled down, then using her fist to start showering a rain of quick punches down onto the top of Death's head, hoping she could stop or unsteady her before the woman could get them to the corner.