Alison Seong vs. Death Bunny! (No DQ)

Standard No Disqualifications
Victory Conditions: Pinfall or Submission
Special: Weapons are set up around the ring.


Alison was ready, she waited quite some time for this as she pulled her arm covers up to her bicep. Ever since coming to Japan, she has been chomping at the bits to get her first match as she wanted to insert herself in the main picture of the promotion. In order to do that, she needed to find the biggest, baddest bitch in AFW and smash her in the face and beat her into the ground. Luckily, AFW was filled with plenty of women who fit the bill and Alison wasn't picky about which one she got her hands on. So she left it up to her manager to sort through the names, picking which one to chose as she mentally prepared herself for what was needed to done to put her name out there and for people to take her seriously. No matter what it took, no matter what she had to put herself through, she was going to climb to the top of the ladder where she belong and tear through anyone that stood in her way.

Eventually her opponent was found and the match was made with a little extra thrown on to it. Her manager secured not only a match with a woman who fit all of the checklist of biggest, baddest, and bitch and she went by the name of Death Bunny. The contradiction of the two halves of her name, something dark and morbid and followed by something cute and adorable, took Alison by surprise and she thought that she was being made fun of. But the second she saw a picture of Death Bunny, she knew that it was no joke. The cruel, remorseless look in her eyes was what drew Alison to her. She knew that beating her was going to make waves in the promotion. And to top it off, there was going to be no rules for the collision, both women were going to be allowed to do whatever they wanted to each other with no interference from the official.

She eagerly accepted and that was why she was walking out on to stage.

The lights shined on her, to a lukewarm reception, not surprising since she was sure her name didn't reach the Land of the Rising Sun before today. The lack of reaction didn't deter her, she was going to make them remember her name and visage. Walking down halfway on the ramp, she spread her arms to bask in the lights and marking this day as her ascend to the Sun. Standing at the foot of the ramp right in front of the ring, numerous of weapons were placed around it akin to a hardcore match. But the clear definition was that match had to end in the ring. Alison didn't mind the additions of weapons, even if pain was going to be a lot more than a normal match, it was going to be worth it when she stands in victory over Death Bunny as she climbed into the ring, waiting for said Bunny to arrive.

Alison felt her skin crawl when the lights went out, getting covered in goosebumbs as she looked around in the darkness. D.B. wasn't even in the arena yet, as far as Alison was aware of, and already she had a foreboding presence. It made Alison's heart thumb even faster, with excitement born of the unknown. Although she saw a picture of D.B. and heard stories and rumors, she never took the time to actually study one of her matches, and since it has been a while since she stepped into a ring, already people were buzzing about this match.

Lights from the fans' phones illuminated the arena as Alison saw her opponent, watching with focused, hungry eyes on the trench coat wearing, top hat bearing, woman slowly making her way to the ring with her slow stride. With a little nervousness about the aura that D.B. gave, Alison was mostly anxious of it all. The waiting was what was getting to her. She could bury this feeling the second she was allow to start throwing fists, she didn't need this unnecessary drag down on her for her debut. Showing any sort of hesitation was going to derail her and leave her as easy picking for D.B. Already her opponent was writing her off as a victim, bringing a scowl to her face as she looked at that deep stare of she who claimed the title of Death.

One could say she was being calculating, surprising Death with a head on attack. Another could say she was desperate to make a name for herself with a head on attack. Only Alison knew the real reason what she did next.

Racing across the ring before the bell even rang, it was a No-DQ match after all, she would rush D.B. in her corner. Her eyes remained locked on D.B. defiance burning in them as she came flying in with a clothesline to smash her opponent against the turnbuckle!

Alison always had a reputation of being one of the hardest hitter in the world of women's wrestling and although it stopped her from gaining access to several federations, she simply didn't care if those federations didn't allow her stiff hits. They weren't big enough to hold her overwhelming presence on a pedestal, they would most likely collapse underneath it. Also they didn't have the amount of money she felt like she deserved.

She planned to hit D.B. as hard as she could, she wanted the fierce woman to have felt as if she almost had her head torn off like it was hit by a truck. However, Death Bunny was no simple rookie who would be taken off guard by a surprise attack like this, ducking underneath her arm with quick reflexes as her arm went whizzing over the head, clipping the ears of Bunny as they harmlessly pushed past the arm.

Eyes widening as she took a stumble forward, Alison immediately arched back when she felt her long raven mane being pulled on and just as quickly as she reacted, she was pulled viciously backwards. Her head slammed against the mat even more so than usual with how Bunny dropped on to her knees for even more momentum, her feet flying up into the air as her hands immediately shot to the back of her head. "Goddammit!" she screamed out in frustration. The back of her head was stinging from the pulled hair and not to mention the dizzy feeling of being slammed head first into the canvas.

But Alison was not one to simply lay there and take a beating, rolling on to her knee with one foot planted in the mat. She's taken much worse hits before that would've been smarter to stay down from. But Alison was of the foolish pride. She wasn't going to bend for anyone. To show her resilience and otherwise just rude behavior, she reached out as she glared at Bunny with one eye, the other shut due to pain before it was quickly open. Alison would shove on Bunny's face to get some distance, as little as she could, in an attempt to rise as she practically spat in the face of Death Bunny!

She probably was thinking about spitting too...

Alison managed to by herself a little bit of time, pie-facing Death Bunny away from her as she began to rise up. "Didn't like those anyway!" Alison snapped back in response to Bunny, she may have been taken off of her feet but in no way was she even startled by her opponent! Things weren't the greatest right now, but it was something that Alison could come back from. She just needed her footing to start working her way back into this match. Or rather the fight. There was no rules stopping these women from tearing each other apart and both of them had no restraint on them to stop them from trying.

Pushing Bunny away, she managed to get back on to her feet. But she realized that it was only because Death Bunny allowed it, waiting for Alison to get into perfect position to spring on her. Not even a second on her feet, Alison was already off of it again, D.B. crashing into her shoulder first into her gut as she was driven back into the corner! Gasping out as she spat out a wad flying over D.B., Alison hunched over on to her opponent as she pressed her large breasts into the back.

One arm slung over the top rope, the other was over D.B. as she gasped for air as D.B. was just as strong as the rumors she heard about her opponent. A truly difficult opponent for Alison to climb over victorious. She just needed a step of momentum to have things go her way...

Growling as she was trapped in the corner, Alison had nothing nice to say about D.B. as the Dreaded One kept her pinned against the turnbuckles as Alison herself was draped over her shoulder, her 'modest' breasts pushing into Bunny's back as the shoulder was removed from her gut. Grabbing on to the top rope, Alison refused to fall down to her butt, holding her stomach as she coughed for air. But she didn't have to worry long about whether or not she'd fall to the mat. Bunny had other things in mind as she took a handful of her long, flowing, raven hair in one hand and pulled her up so that they were face to face.

Some people would've been unnerved looking at the face that was well suited for someone with 'Death' in their name that reflected the brutality and outright viciousness that Bunny displayed in every one of her matches. But still Alison refused to huddle in fear at it. Truthfully, there was a lot for Alison to be scared of. Her preemptive attack failed and now was in a situation where Bunny could beat on her and really show why she was a dreaded figure in AFW. But being scared and letting fear take hold of her was going to do her no favors. She needed to push all of those feelings into a deep and faraway place into her mind. She needed to do something to distract herself and not think about that worry.

"Oh I already don't....looking at your ugly mug...is not how I wanted this to go." Her logic somehow deemed it necessary to aggravate Bunny. Her head was reasoning that she had to humanize her opponent by seeing if she react to the taunt like any other person who was proud of their looks. To lessen the fear she'd reason. Wouldn't do a damn thing about pain however as she felt Bunny lifting her up and dropping her crotch first on the ropes. "Aaaaaaaah!" she roared out, hands shooting down to grab on to the rope she was draped across, pushing down on it to try and lessen the pain and relieve the pressure going up between her legs.