AV 19 Valley Doll vs. Death Bunny

For someone named Death, she certainly had an affinity for springing back to life when in the most dire of straits. What seemed like a second, or at this point perhaps a third wind kicking in right at the zero hour with D.B. booting the Californian into next Tuesday and to a stadium shaking pop that practically had the house unglued. Death lurching over to her side and lethargically rising upward with fatigued breaths as she approached the fallen Slamazon. Ominously casting a shadow over her before casting her deadened eyes into the audience, and emphatically making a cutthroat gesture...

Signaling for Valley's ultimate demise alongside the match's end, and that the Bunny Reaper was on the cusp of harvesting another soul. Upon maliciously tugging on the Cali-girl's pink tipped hair for a roughly yanked ascension back to her feet, Death bitterly brought them face to face for what she intended to be the final time tonight. "...*pant*...It was an honor...and a privilege..." Death solemnly uttered through huffed breaths and utmost sincerity before upheaving Valley off of her feet, positioning her upside-down and with a tightened waist-lock keeping her there. Death's head affixed between Val's tanned thighs with a tiptoed lift before bringing down the Gravestone Piledriver.

Valley blinked once, twice, three times, as she tried to clear the fog in her eyes, clearing them enough to see the lights overhead. She was still reeling from that blow - in fact, she suspected she would be feeling it for the rest of the week, maybe even two. But even through the pain, she had enough clarity to realize the poor situation she was in, and that it was only going to get worse, ]much worse, if she didn’t do something right now.

She just had to move. Just a little. Just a hand, a leg, anything.

She tried, focused and willed her limbs to move, but they ignored her requests. Her body was at its limit, wracked with fatigue, and there was nothing she could do to stop Death Bunny as she came over and scooped her. Limp, lifeless, she was left to flop about as her foe lifted her up and held her upside down, putting her in one of the most dreaded positions in all of wrestling.

It was over, she was done, but even through it all, she was able to smile with Death Bunny’s complement. ”Yeah, good match.” She closed her eyes tight, waiting for the plunge. ”See you on the other-

And BOOM, it was over. The lights were out the moment Valley’s head hit the floor, knocking her clean out in Death Bunny’s embrace.

Whatever Valley muttered whilst upside down and in the most precarious of positions had little chance of being overheard by Death considering it was contending with the incomprehensible bellowing from a sold out arena's worth of psyched audience members. The final nail in Valley's proverbial coffin hammered in with about as much cataclysmic impact as the crown of her head being piledriven into the canvas, an immediate release allowing the Cali-girl to to collapse back onto the floor to a flaccid flop. Death staying upright upon her knees over the lifeless Valley with deep breathes to her ample chest. Speckled sweat wiped from her brow when she'd begin the arduous process of dragging the pink-clad corpse by her arm over towards, and eventually into, the coffin with an emphatic slamming down of the coffin's lid.

The Rabbit-Eared Revenant remained transfixed onto the sealed casket several seconds longer as she leveraged herself against the rope with arms dangling over the top thread with her macabre theme playing to ravenous acclaim from her fanbase. A solemn bit of silence on her part for what was ostensibly the end of Valley's Friction career, although who could really say with how fickle wrestlers these days handle so-called "retirements". Death pondered that while approaching the middle of the ring where the referee would ceremoniously hand her Valley's cherished Slamazon World Title belt. A stalled examination of the belt taking place before D.B. would claim it for her own. The vaunted trophy now slung over her shoulder to a shadowed eclipsing of the stadium. A darkened and purplish hue of a spotlight centering on The Grim One as she eerily started raising a clawed hand upward with blankened whiteness in her eyes. Casting an ethereal, captivating, and grimly foreboding aura all her own...