Re: Death From Above~ Death Bunny vs. Bunny Bomber

by **killcarrion** Wed Oct 08, 2014 5:18 pm

killcarrion wrote:With one death defying counter Bunny had lost all momentum in the match and was left knocked nearly senseless on the mat and shutting her eyes to the world. The irony of her own maneuver being utilized against her by her playboy opponent wasn’t lost on her, adding to the embarrassment from her fallen state but at least confirming that if Bomber had taken this face plant herself she may have been sent crashing through a table by now.

Her mind was a fuzzy mess at this moment and all she saw were amourphous shapes whenever she opened her eyes. A quickened gasp escaped her mouth when she felt Bomber’s curvy form crawl seductively over the floored biker girl. The sensual contact of their toned bodies and sumptuous chest rubbing against each other already started reigniting those odd stirrings in Bunny, her head tilted to the side with a grimace on her slightly blushed face as she was forced to endure the playboy bunny’s taunting and laughter inches away from her. D.B. despised being this helpless beneath the pink haired bunny girl, but these types of contact could drain Death in a way no other submission could.

The tugging at her scalp did snap her out of it to an extent, wincing from the sudden strain in her hair before Bomber unleashed a barrage of clubbing strikes into her head. With her head pinned to the mat by the handful of hair and the playboy models curvy rear end sitting on her abs Death was practically immobile as nearly each impact collided with her cheek and other parts of her face.

Her arm would attempt to shelter her face but the damage had already been done, rattled and groaning out loud from the dizzying strikes, though still refusing to scream for this bunny bitch…

Alexandra wrote:Again and again Bunny struck down at Death, her fist punching down at her over and over again. It felt good to beat on Death like this. It felt good to hurt her fellow bunny like this, especially after everything they had been through in this match. She just wanted to keep punching her like this. She just wanted to keep wailing on her and let out all of her anger and frustrations towards the woman.

But that wouldn't win the match, and Bunny was here to win.

After several long moments of just punching and beating on Death had went by, Bomber finally stopped, letting out an exaggerated sigh, as if beating her rival like that had exhausted her. She shook her head, and reached for her hair again, this time with both hands, and started to pull Death upwards, flashing her a sneer in the process.

"I wonder if bitch bunnies like you can fly?" she asked, giving her hair a hard jerk, as she began to stand, trying to pull Death up to her feet. Once the two of them were standing, Bunny then started to jerk Death towards a corner of the ring. Once they were closer to them, she gave the woman another sharp, angry sneer, before violently yanking Death in the direction of the corner, trying to toss her hard into the turnbuckle!

killcarrion wrote:At some point Death’s arm flopped down to her side as Bomber wailed into her, increasingly numb from the bruising. D.B. was on the receiving end of a nonstop pummeling that was leaving her a battered mess, the unwilling focal point Bomber intended to unleash all her pent up frustration upon. Pinned down by her hair and defenseless, D.B.’s body jerked and twitched with every connecting strike, some audience members wincing from the sight.

The tugging sensation in her hair shocked her out of her punch drunk stupor, her weary eyes barely opened into slits as Bomber posited her condescending question. If there was one thing both bunny eared combatants had in common, it was their knack for rubbing it when they had the upper hand.

Forced to follow along as Bomber dragged across the ring, she would partially have her question answered as Death flew about a foot and a half back first into the turnbuckle. Arching forward with an angered grimace towards her playboy opponent, Death maintained a shaky grip on the top rope which kept her vertical….before the forces of gravity and the fatigue from her clubbing kicked in, forcing her to fall to her blue jeaned bottom, groaning from the head pains and resting against the middle turnbuckle.

by Alexandra Sat Oct 11, 2014 5:09 am

Bunny knew better then to do what she was planning on doing. If she was a smarter woman, she would have kept up her assault, kept pushing her advantage against Death. The problem was, was that the former model was a vengeful woman, and if she could humiliate her rival bunnygirl at all, then she was going to do so.

And the sight of Death sitting in the corner, resting against the turnbuckle, was just too much of an opportunity for the Bomber to pass up on.

She stepped forward, stepped right up to Death, and smirked down at her, her body looming over the seated, dazed woman. She stared down at her for but a mere moment, before spinning in place to face away from her. Everyone in the crowd knew what was about to happen. The set-up was just too perfect for it, and they knew that Bunny was exactly the type of woman to do it.

Without wasting a single second more, Bunny thrust her ass straight towards Death's face, trying to smother her with her barely-covered buttocks, trying to rub and grind it back and forth against her. At the same time, her arms stretched outwards, her hands grabbing onto the nearby ropes, holding on tight just in case Death decided to try and push her away.

by **killcarrion** Tue Oct 14, 2014 8:30 am

Fuzzy shapes were only just starting to come into focus and gain some structure, DB’s head nodding forward with her forehead in her hand. She rubbed and massaged her sore temple on reflex from practically having her head caved in. If only she knew Bomber could hit that hard if given the opportunity, DB would’ve take this match way more serious from the get go. Shown up by the pummeling she was just handed by her playboy opponent, D.B. wasn’t anticipating anywhere near this much trouble against this bunny bimbo.

Hearing footsteps and sensing her presence nearby, D.B. gritted her teeth and braced herself for whatever Bomber may have planned, though what was obvious to everyone else was the last thing on Bunny’s mind. D.B. lifted her head and removed her hand to the sound of hooting and hollering all around her, her weary eyes widening to the sight of Bomber’s practically thonged ass cheeks before Bomber thrust backward and stuffed them against Bunny’s stunned face!!

“Mmmmph!!” Bunny scream of bloody murder was muffled out completely with her face engulfed by the bunny bottom. Trapped against the middle turnbuckle, her bunny eared head bounced and shifted along with each of Bomber’s gyrations, smearing ass sweat against her crimson red face. Bunny arched her back and scrapped her boots against the mat in her furious outrage, clawing and slapping at the sides of Bomber’s jiggling derriere. However with her grips on the top ropes her playboy opponent easily had the leverage to keep Death cornered in the smother for as long as she wanted. Cameras flashed through the stadium as fans went wild from Bomber’s stinkface maneuver.

by Alexandra Wed Oct 15, 2014 7:39 am

Bomber snickered, as she rubbed her bare, sweaty ass against Death's face, pushing her buns closer and harder against her fellow bunny. It was too good, the feeling of humiliating Death like this. She loved it, finally putting her annoying foe in her place, right where she belonged: trapped beneath the superior bunny!

She held her position for several long moments, before finally giving Death a moment of relief, releasing the biker from the stinkface and stepping away from her. She turned back to Death, and gave her a smile, leaning down to grab her by her hair, trying to pull her out of the corner, and back towards the center of the ring.

"Don't think I'm done with you," she muttered, as she jerked on Death's hair, hoping the bunny was still out of it from her stinkface enough for her to set up her next attack. "We're a long way from being finished, bitch..."

by **killcarrion** Thu Oct 16, 2014 9:45 pm

Bunny’s struggles intensified as Bomber deeply grinded her supple rear up, down, and all around D.B.’s facial features. With the bare butt cheeks pushing down so hard upon her that no fresh air was getting through, D.B. would slowly go limp as her hands rested on Bomber’s thighs while slumping against the turnbuckle. While it may have only been a few moments, time seemed to pass agonizing slower for D.B., once again moaning weakly against Bomber's curvaceous body while trapped in another heated smother attempt.

D.B. panted heavily and covered her reddened face with her gloved hand once Bomber eased up off the stinkface and allowed breathable air back into her lungs. A swirling vortex of emotions stormed through her mind, from boiling outrage to shameful humility and frustration at letting the playboy opponent have her way with her like this.

The tugging on her hair brought some life back to her as Bomber hauled her exhausted body out of the corner and led her around the ring and back to center stage. Her feet dragged and skidded behind her as Bomber kept up the pressure, D.B.’s squinting eyes adjusting to the light again while she leaned against her Bomber for support to stay somewhat upright.

by Alexandra Sat Oct 18, 2014 8:46 pm

Once they reached the center of the ring, Bomber looked down at Death, sneering at her fellow bunny. She reached down, slowly running a hand through the girl's hair, as the bunnygirl leaned against her. This was great. Death was so out of it, so destroyed but Bomber's earlier counter, that she felt like she could do anything she wanted to the woman and don't have to deal with her resistance.

In fact, that's exactly what she planned on doing.

As Death leaned against her, Bunny suddenly yanked her hair hard in her grip, trying to force Death's head down, trying to yank it right in-between her legs. She chuckled in a somewhat malicious manner, then clamped her thighs tight around the girl's face and neck, trying to squeeze her in a form of standing headscissors. Only for a moment though, for in the next moment Bomber let herself fall towards to the mat, so that she was lying on her side with Death's head trapped firmly between her smooth, fishnet clad legs!

by **killcarrion** Tue Oct 21, 2014 10:07 pm

The pain in her head from the earlier pummeling was finally starting to subside by now, though all that clarity of thought gave her was a growing realization of just how south this match was going for. Death felt Bomber’s hand brush her hand through her purple locks, incensing her even further before she felt her head tugged down and slapped between Bomber’s thighs.

“Hugh!!” The squeezing on her head in the standing head scissors settled her down some before Bomber jerked them both down to the mat. D.B. gritted her teeth while muttering profanities at the play boy opponent. Bomber’s creamy white thighs clamped tightly around her head, her cheeks compressed against the warm flesh surrounding her. The muffled and incomprehensible cheering of the audience barely reached her in this sweaty and confining prison, D.B.’s face flaring red when she opened her eyes into slits to only see the slightly camel-toed crotch she was inadvertently breathing heated pants into.

The onsets of a darkening vision sinking in, D.B. bit down on her bottom lip to have the pain shock some sense back into her. Bunny tapped her boot against the mat to keep willing life back into her. Her hand clasping around Bomber’s leg in attempts to alleviate the pressure by pulling the head scissors apart and scratching at the fish net stockings. The last thing….The LAST thing she wanted to have happen was to be brought to a slobbering mess from having this bitch rub her ass and thighs in her face.

by Alexandra Mon Nov 03, 2014 5:29 pm

At the sound of the audience's cheering, Bunny's face widened into a grin, the woman squeezing her thighs tighter around Death, trying to crush her head with their vise-like grip. She propped up her elbow against the mat and resting her head in her hand, looking at the struggling biker with an amused look in her eyes.

Oh yeah. She had her right where she wanted her.

A playful, almost mocking moaning sound passed through her lips as she felt the hot breath of Death upon her crotch, the model grinding her thighs further against her rival. "Come on, bitch..." she moaned out towards her. "You can give in any day now. Might want to give up before your sorry ass passes out..."

She looked completely and utterly confident, completely in control of the situation. Or at least, that's how she felt, until she felt Death's nails scraping against her legs, the woman trying to pull her legs apart.

"Don't even think it!" she suddenly screeched, glaring down at Death. She doubled her efforts, trying to clamp her legs tighter around Death, trying to keep her hold locked in for as long as she could.

by **killcarrion** Tue Nov 04, 2014 4:37 am

Death felt the metallic taste of blood in her mouth after having bit her fanged tooth into her lip with enough ferocity to puncture right through. For all her struggles so far all it resulted in was Bomber clenching her thighs even tighter around her bunny eared head. Bunny growled viciously and dug her nails only deeper into the fish net legs working her over. *Tch….fine then….she can come along for the fucking ride!!*

D.B.s unfiltered rage was finally coming to the forefront, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she inched her way upward. It was a steady and awkward ascension with her head still kept low and practically to the ground. Her legs shifted upward to both knees, eventually extending her legs backwards and pushing her upper torso towards Bomber to give her the leeway to finally get her boots on the ground. Her curvy blue-jeaned bottom stuck out in the air while she was still bent over in the head scissors, a steady clap accompanied with stomps on the ground from the audience encouraging DB’s much anticipated reversal of fortunes.

“GRAAHHH!!” With a guttural yell to psyche herself up and emphasize the amount of effort needed to pull this off, D.B. deftly jerked her upper body backward and in a stunning display of strength Bomber would take the same trip. Lifted upward to the flashing cadence of cameras flickering around the stadium, the ring would shutter with a dead lifted power bomb from atop D.B.’s shoulders.

by Alexandra Thu Nov 06, 2014 3:50 am

When Death Bunny began to move, began to shift her weight and her body, Bomber could barely believe it. She could barely believe that the wannabe bunnygirl was finding the strength to move like that!

"S-stay down!" she shouted, trying to tighten her legs harder around Death, trying to squeeze her with as much force as she could muster, grinding her bare, sweat thighs against the woman's face in an attempt to halt her motions. It all seemed to be for naught though, as Death slowly began to rise, slowly began to lift Bomber up and into the air.

The crowd went absolutely wild afterwards, as Death suddenly slammed Bomber back down, slamming her hard into the mat with her powerbomb. It was an impressive display of skill, one that left Bomber lying sprawled on the mat in front of Death, her legs having fallen completely from the woman's head, the pink-haired bunny seemingly out of it, once again.

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