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

The bunny girl’s initial attempts to reason with Julia were utterly futile, and the words fell on deaf ears. The cowgirl was now more akin to a raging bull. She was seeing red. She was more livid at this moment than she could ever remember being. And if she had anything to say about it, soon D.B. was soon going to be in the same kind of shape Akashi was in.

Julia was certainly not known as a ground and pound brawler by any stretch. This wasn’t anything like the high flying, awe inspiring aerial arsenal she’d spent so much time and effort mastering. No, this was nothing but a vengeful woman unleashing every ounce of rage in her being in a violent onslaught.

For several moments she just pummeled away at the D.B., until finally the downed woman managed to yank Julia down off of her by the hair, giving her the opening to climb on top of the cowgirl.

“GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!” Julia roared at her foe, though of course there wasn’t any chance of that happening. The blonde kicked, squirmed and thrashed under D.B., but a stiff and heavy elbow strike blasted into her skull. A cry of pain burst from Julia’s lips, and she tried to cover her head with her arms to shield against the shots that followed. It helped cushion the blows to an extent, but the power behind each of them brought an intense surge of pain nonetheless.

But none of that compared to the pain that flared up between Julia’s legs when a knee suddenly hammered against her crotch. “UGH!!!” she gasped, immediately bringing her legs up and curling her body up as much as she could, while her hands attempted to move down protectively over her crotch.

D.B. knew that explaining her innocence was not going to come easy. Especially considering she had a motive, the means, and a rather contentious history with Akashi that involved taking a baseball upside her head. Given that all these reasons painted her guilty as sin, Julia's hot-tempered response wasn't entirely unexpected. Whoever concocted this frame job had done their homework, and D.B. was none too pleased as being the patsy in someone's hare-brained schemes.

The framed bunny girl venting her frustrations by plowing the point of her elbow into Julia's head with a horrendously stiff knee directly into Jule's nethers as a cherry on top. D.B. then stood tall over Julia with her legs by her sides to allow the cowgirl the space to curl up and tend to her lady bits. When rationality didn't do the job, getting punted in her crotch seemed to do wonders for calming Julia down.

"Hey!!" D.B. snarled out while bending down to clasp onto Julia's blonde locks once more, hoisting her up high enough into a seated position to bring them eye to rage-fueled eye. Disrespectfully slapping Julia across her face beforehand to make she had her undivided attention from whatever aching pains the cowgirl was going through. "You hear that!? That's the sound of your precious Dojo crumbling around you, just like I said it would!! Now, I don't give a shit if you wanna paint this one on me, but if you really wanna know what it's like to fill in for one of those useless Dojo leaders, than let me fucking show you!!" D.B. fiercely yelled right in her masked face before proceeding to drag Julia by her hair to the nearby steel steps, then kicking off the top half to have it tumble off to the side.

Stepping behind and swiftly hauling Julia up to her feet would be the easy part, at least before hooking her arm's behind Julia and heaving her high off the ground. Struggling to keep her aloft took some strain on her muscled body, but it was necessary to instill that dread in Julia of what was abut to befall her. The bunny girl taking a few seconds to show off her strength before relinquishing her grip on Jule's arms to grab her thighs and slam her face first into the steel surface. An eerie callback to the same type of double chicken wing facebuster that practically kayoed a certain former punk rock champion...

The crowd jeered Death Bunny relentlessly after she’d slammed a knee between Julia’s legs. The down and hurting cowgirl certainly appreciated their sympathy, but it wasn’t making things any better for her. The pain didn’t stop, and Julia was still quite vulnerable, a fact the bunny girl didn’t hesitate to exploit.

“Ngh!” Julia grunted as her hair was yanked, pulling her up to a seated position before a hand slapped her right across her pretty, masked face. The luchadora snarled in anger, grabbing at D.B.’s hand and trying to pry it off of her hair. Didn’t work, and Julia could only glare and grunt in fury while her foe taunted her.

With a yelp she was pulled to her feet and dragged over to the steel steps, stumbling and slipping with each step as she went, and falling to a knee once they stopped. The top half was kicked to the side, and Julia was then hoisted up off the ground by her arms. “Agh! Let go of me!” Julia screamed out furiously, kicking and squirming at D.B. with everything she had, desperately wanting to throw every ounce of energy into her body into attacking her.

Instead, Julia was thrown down, and her face met the steel steps with a sickening impact that had the entire audience cringing and groaning at the sight. And with that devastating crash, the cowgirl was out like a light. Only moments ago she was thrashing, kicking and fighting back for her life. And now she practically looked like a corpse as her unconscious body slipped over the side of the steps and dropped onto the floor.

After just witnessing the heart-breaking sight of Akashi Tanikaze, the rotund pride of the Dojo family and unequivocal pillar of the stable, be reduced to a battered and bloody shell of who she was, the Dojo fans were viscerally clamoring for some type of vengeful justice to be dispensed by the riled up cowgirl. D.B. could quite literally feel their anger in the cowgirls' struggling and resistance once she was heaved upward and put on elevated display for the Alaskan audience.

Straining her biceps to keep the hold locked in and maintaining her rigid stance took no small amount of concentration on D.B.'s part, but it was worth it for the satisfying collision of skull on metal. The cringe worthy sight and sound of the collision partially silenced the crowd and dashed their hopes for a feel good ending as D.B. gradually climbed back to her feet. She breathed some of the fire out of her lungs and passed her hand through her purple locks, calming herself back down before proceeding to put Julia and this farce of a match to rest.

By bending low and tugging on Julia's wrist to bring her to a seated position, D.B. hoisted the cowgirl onto her shoulders in a firemens carry. Groaning from the dead weight as she trudged to the nearby vacated bearsuit. Akashi having long since been stretchered out of the arena.

After unceremoniously chucking Julia off of her and into the opened ursine costume, D.B. slammed the outfit shut and locked down the clamps on it's side. It signaled the end of the match and her theme to be played, but everyone's' attention had long since been diverted from the match itself anyway and towards the condition of the wounded sumo. D.B. herself wouldn't stick around for too long. Stomping up the ramp on her way backstage, she paused only to bend down and pick up Akashi's discarded mawashi. Next to Taylor's bloodied t-shirt, D.B.'s trophy collection of remnants from past fallen rivals only continued to grow.