SS 16 Polar Bear Coffin Match: Julia Rogers Vs. Death Bunny

To her credit, Julia had managed to keep her train of momentum going. The only problem was that momentum carried her right into a painful crash with with the unforgiving ring. Not quite what she was going for, to say the least.

And unfortunately for the cowgirl, Death Bunny didn’t seem to be very keen on the idea of letting her shake off the pain. Instead there was only more right on the way. A knee pressed heavily down onto her spine, and her head was pulled back as the bunny girl applied her chinlock.

“Aghh!” the blonde cried out, cringing in pain as she was stretched back. But the rising noises of the clapping of thousands of fans around them were telling Julia to suck it up and keep fighting! Granted, her current position didn’t leave a ton of options open. But she grabbed onto D.B’s wrists and pushed with all her might, trying to shove the girl’s hands up her masked face and off her head!

D.B. wrenched back in the chinlock as far back as she could given her unsteady positioning. Slowing the match down to a crawl with constricting holds may not have made for an exceptionally thrilling match, but it negated Julia's speedy mobility and gave D.B. time to recoup and plan out her next few moves step by step.

"Tch..." D.B. scoffed and reluctantly relinquished her hold by aggressively shoving Julia's masked face to the mat when Julia's hands were clearly on the verge of freeing the Dojo fan favorite.

But D.B. would press her advantage nevertheless and clench Julia's blonde locks to hoist her to her knees. With the ropes still close by, the bunny girl would shove Julia through the middle and top ropes before draping her arms over the top rope. After cupping one of her hands under Julia's chin and rearing her head back, a hail of thudding clotheslines would rain down on Julia's chest with muscled ferocity from D.B.'s other arm. The cheering audience now crying out in sympathy with each blow, all culminating with one burly clothesline to Julia's masked face as the icing on the incredibly painful cake.

The good news for Julia was she didn’t have to spend much longer in that painful chinlock. The bad news was her freedom came only after her face was roughly shoved down onto the mat, and Death Bunny didn’t seem at all interested in relenting on the pressure.

Quickly Julia was picked up only to be positioned through the top and middle rope, with her arms draped along the top rope. On top of making her quite vulnerable, this put her voluptuous chest on display. The crowd may have largely been on her side, but many were now paying more attention to the cowgirl’s breasts than the dangerous predicament she was in.

That changed soon enough, as forearm after forearm hammered away at Julia’s chest! Each strike made a loud thud that echoed through the arena and drew a fresh cry of pain from the blonde’s lips. With her arms restrained there was little Julia could do but endure the assault, until a final blow right to her face knocked her loopy! The luchadora’s arms slid of the top rope and fell first to her knees, then lightly rolled over onto the mat at D.B.’s feet, groaning as a hand rubbed over her throbbing skull while several red marks marred the exposed portions of her chest.

Prominently displaying Julia's heaving bosom for the Alaskan audience was the only portion of D.B.'s assault they could appreciate. The ensuing battering of her soft chest was not as welcome a sight, the Dojo faithful crowd wincing and reluctantly counting along with each forearm strike until their hero took a world shattering clothesline straight to her masked face. Resulting in the disturbing imagery of the lifeless luchadora unhooking herself from her crucified positioning and collapsing limply at D.B.'s boots.

While there was little doubt in regards to the amount of strength D.B. could bring to her blows, seeing her in action could still be considered an unsettling sight. The deathly bunny girl having cultivated her vicious nature in numerous underground cage fights, where vicious strength only mattered as much as your technique. And pummeling your opponent when they had no way of defending themself was her kind of technique.

"...get up. This is it...your moment to shine...the Dojo's counting on you...and you're failing..." D.B. grimly stated while standing over Julia's languishing form with her feet on opposing sides of her waist. D.B. would disrespectfully shove and slap the back of Julia's head during her "inspirational" commentary. Egging her on while also repeatedly dropping down to slam her butt down on the small of Julia's back should she find the energy to get back to her hands and knees...

“Ughh....” Julia groaned, rubbing a hand over her aching head. The floored cowgirl had seen her foe’s strength on display before, but having those heavy forearm strikes blast right against her really put things into perspective. But of course the bunny girl wasn’t going to be satisfied with merely inflicting pain. It seemed she wanted to humiliate Julia too.

Just when the blonde started to push up against the ground, D.B. began to slap and shove at the back of Julia’s head. The luchadora grew more annoyed and angry by the second while her foe mocked and disrespected her. Her teeth ground together as she pushed up to her hands and knees.

But that was as far as she got, before the bunny girl began to drop her shapely rear down onto Julia’s back! The first impact stalled her progress, though she tried to keep pushing. But like a nail being pounded by the head of a hammer, Julia was pushed further and further down by her foe’s weight until she was right back on her front, winded and pinned down underneath D.B.

D.B. had a grim sneer on her face as she repeatedly berated the struggling luchadora, curtailing her upward movement by firmly smacking rear end against Julia's lower back. The macabre bunny girl intending to demoralize Julia while she had her grounded and on the ropes, employing psychological warfare to along with the actual warfare the pair were conducting.

"Luuucha~...Luuucha~..." D.B. ominously repeated under her breath as she calmly waltzed around Julia, staring down at her while mockingly repeating the honored phrase used by crowds that was meant to inspire and rally on their chosen hero. Disrespecting Julia's hallowed tradition was all par for the course in terms of getting inside the luchadora's masked head.

She continued her grim stroll until coming to a stop at Julia's head, bending down to firmly clamp onto her blonde locks and slowly hoist her up back to her groggy feet. The grip on Julia’s mangled mane would tighten as DB used her other hand to clasp onto the waist of Julia's jeans from behind. The bunny girl sneering as she used her grips to spin the hunched over luchadora in a quick circle before attempting to chuck her over the top ropes and directly beside the awaiting bear suit…

The assault finally stopped, but that didn’t bring Julia very much solace. While she breathed heavily to try to recover all the air that had just been systematically blasted out of her, the floored cowgirl had to endure the continued taunting of her foe. She growled and grit her teeth, each second of it only heightening her frustrations.

But it was the bunny girl who got the fighting back into motion. Julia cringed as her hair was once again pulled by her foe, leading her up onto her shaky legs. She started to reach up in what would’ve been an attempt to pry the girl’s hands away from her head. But before she could make any progress on that front Julia was spun around and sent flying over the top rope, crashing to the floor at ringside!

“Ugh!” she cried out at the impact, writhing about in pain on the floor. Eventually she’d roll onto her front and start crawling toward the barricade by the front row, wanting to use it as leverage to help pick herself up. Even that wouldn’t be easily accomplished, as much as her body was hurting at the moment. But as slow and tedious as the process would be, she had to try. She couldn’t just let herself lay there and be a sitting duck for DB to continue picking apart!

The unsettling and disturbing imagery of the famed luchadora taking flight over the top ropes earned a brief gasp from the surrounding masses. D.B. then nonchalantly strolled out of the ring via the nearby staircase and slowly stalked the crawling luchadora from behind. Dismantling Julia's high-flying tempo with slow, controlled, and methodical pummelings was D.B.'s strategy for this match the very instant the cowgirl merrily skipped down that ramp earlier in the night.  

Though DB found little solace in all of this. Squaring off against Akashi Tanikaze was what she had come back to AFW for. It was the main...driving...factor behind aligning herself with Conway in the first place.  And dealing with another one of the Dojo flunkeys instead of the rotund sumo herself only riled her up the more she thought of how much time she was wasting here.

"You tell that pot-bellied butterball that the next time she wants to chicken out of a fight with me, the least she could do is send me someone who can fight bac-" D.B. stopped her vitriolic tirade to balk and turn her head towards the ursine outfit next to them.

It was faint and nigh unnoticeable until they were this close...but it was shuffling. It's limbs moving slightly on it's own. D.B. narrowed her eyes and centered all of her attention on the the eerily shifting bear suit. Curiosity taking hold of her and diverting her pursuit away from Julia for the time being. She approached the costume and unsnapped the locks along the edges...cracking open the bearsuit to first catch the briefest glimpse inside...not knowing what to find...and she still didn't what she was staring when she made out who it was.

D.B.'s eyes widened with a stunned look on her face before she dramatically whipped open the costume to reveal to the world what she had seen.

Akashi Tanikaze.

The bloodied and horrendously bruised body of the Dojo yokozuna. Her groaning face nigh unrecognizable from being caked with a crimson hue. She was still dressed to compete but in absolutely no shape to do so given the blackened bruises and unsettling burn mark on her prodigious gut. Flashing cameras captured the heart-stopping reveal with stunned onlookers in silent shock from seeing Akashi's nigh lifeless form broadcast across the monolithic titantron.

D.B. shared in their sentiment as she stood frozen in time for several seconds before shaking her head and reaching her hand down to check the pulse on the sumo's neck. Once she confirmed that faint thumping sensation in her neck, D.B. retracted her arm and looked at her palm. Blood now quite literally on her hands.

Julia grit her teeth in irritation as D.B. berated and insulted her, as if this fight was already over. Yeah, Julia was down and hurting. But she was far from out. She damn sure wasn’t about to give things up just because things were getting tough. Her parents had taught her better, as had her mentors in the dojo.

But something was off. The bunny girl suddenly stopped her tirade of insults, and went completely silent. Not that Julia ever would’ve thought this chick to be all that outgoing. But that wasn’t the issue here. Something had grabbed D.B.’s attention, but what?

There was a gasp that spread through the crowd, before the place went almost as silent as D.B. had herself. Using the barricade to haul herself up, Julia looked around with curious eyes to see what was going on. It wasn’t long until she found the source.

Julia’s eyes widened and she gasped in utter horror at the sight before her: Akashi was lying in the now opened bear costumed, bloody and bruised from head to toe, with Death Bunny kneeling over her.

“AKASHI!” Julia screamed out, starting to run straight toward the unconscious sumo, only to stop as a team of medics quickly flooded over to the area to tend to her. The cowgirl was in a state of utter shock. Ever since the start of the show people had been looking for Akashi, and all along she’d been in critical condition, hidden inside that bear suit?! Who could’ve possibly...?!

Julia’s gaze slowly turned to D.B. The shock in her expression quickly changed to fiery anger. The bunny girl had been scheduled to face Akashi in a number one contender’s match tonight. She must’ve attacked the sumo before the show and hid her in the suit, all for a chance to go after the world title.

“YOU BITCH!!!!” the luchadora roared out at the bunny girl, before charging straight at her with all the speed she could muster! Throwing herself directly at D.B., Julia attempted to tackle her straight to the ground, where she’d waste no time whatsoever in unleashing every ounce of her anger she could in the form of a relentless downpour of punches aimed straight at her foe’s face!

Even for someone who specialized in the macabre and morbid, D.B. still couldn't help but find this entire ludicrous situation more than just a tad...off-putting. Though she suppressed her inner shock in exchange for cold indifference as she stood up and paced backward to allow the cavalcade of medics and personnel to huddle around Akashi. Buzzing around her in a storm of medical procedures including flashing a light in her eyes and checking for any lacerations. D.B. wasn't shocked at how fast they appeared, especially considering it was AFW's cash cow who was beat to shit.

D.B. feverishly attempted to connect the dots in her mind as she watched all of this going down, reflecting on the long list of people who wouldn't mind seeing Akashi breathing through a tube for a few months. The bunny girl herself being in the top three of potential candidates...save for the slight fact that she had nothing to do with any of this. A fact she may have a hard time proving considering her well-documented beef with the rotund sumo...especially towards the enraged cowgirl tackling her to the ground and knocking her out of her own stupor!!

"...Pwagh!!...List-hugh!!...LISTEN!!" D.B. couldn't get a sputtered word in edgewise in between having her cheek walloped with non-stop punches. The shock and daze from being tackled out of nowhere initially allowed each strike to hit home perfectly, her head whipping to the side and knocking the taste out of her mouth before the bright idea of maybe defending herself popped up in her rattled bunny-eared head. Namely by finally bringing her arms up into a defensive clinch.

For all of D.B.'s berating and smack talk towards Julia, the cowgirl had her in a tough freaking spot. Mounting her securely and putting on an impressive ground and pound game for someone who's supposed to be some kinda crappy high-flying luchador. Julia was finally putting up a real challenge, and all it took was the sight of her cherished mentor suffering from career-ending wounds...

*..fuck this...* D.B. internally opined to herself when her attempt at rational explanation was falling on deaf ears. She talked better with her fists anyway.

Gnashing her teeth from behind her shielding arms, D.B. would shoot both her arms up to clench onto Julia's blonde locks and viciously yank them both to their side to have them tumbling over until they had reversed positions. Now straddling Julia's abs and with one hand still gripping her hair, D.B. would unleash her own raging frustrations upside Julia's head with massive elbow strikes from someone who was a seasoned practitioner of mounted beatdowns. All culminating with D.B. rearing her leg back skyward and plowing her knee directly into Julia’s crotch for good measure.