Bunny Bomber vs. Cicilia De'Reignhardt

Standard Match
Victory Conditions: Pin, KO, or Submission

Bunny Bomber was feeling good with herself.

She was hot off of the heels of a big return win against Fiera Pantera, and while the fiery luchadora had been something of a challenge, Bunny had managed to take her down and score a big win in her return to the AFW. She felt damn good with herself, and going into her second match since returning she was feeling confident and full of herself, sure that she was going to rack up a second win in short order.



With her head held high and Bunny looking as smug and confident as she always did, and with her usual entrance music blasting around her, the pinkette headed down the ramp towards the ring and climbed on in. She rose up to her feet and blew the audience a mocking sort of kiss, before heading to her corner. Looking calm and eager for the match ahead, she began throwing a few shadow punches at the air, watching the arena entrance closely to see who her opponent for the night would be.

More rabbits. Just what she needed. Cicilia had never been the biggest fan of those carrot-munchers but that match with Death Bunny had outright ruined her opinion of them. Here she was again, fighting another girl who thought it was somehow suitable to wear a pair of fake ears on top of their head... and this one even dressed like she belonged as a club-dancer.

...Great.

Spoiler:

As the Juggernaut stepped out to reveal herself, her theme blasted out over the mic, the harsh cords and vocals personifying the hostile persona of the German. Nothing but a look of utter bemusement cast over the boxer's features as she made her way down, scanning the woman before her with a judgemental gaze as she drew close. Slipping into the ring, the Juggernaut slammed her fist into her palm in anticipation of the match ahead, her sanguine eyes already burning... It might've even looked as if this new rabbit had wronged her in some way from the amount of hostility radiating from Cicilia... She hadn't.

...At least, not yet. That little mocking kiss at the start was enough to earn the boxer's ire, however...

"What club did they drag you out of?" She asked sharply, her eyes narrowing.

Bunny couldn't help but roll her eyes at Cicilia's little insult. Of course she was judging Bunny on her appearance. Of course the woman didn't know who she was messing with and thought Bunny was just some kind of dancer in a lewd costume. Of course she did.

It didn't matter though. She would learn soon enough.

Bunny smirked at the girl and moved towards her, giving her a mockingly sweet smile as she opened her lips to respond. "Well, since you asked me so nicely..." she began, but the second half of her sentence would emerge. Instead, Bunny quickly pulled up her arm, going for a cheap shot, a stiff backhand straight across the face of Cicilia, trying to nail her hard and nail her fast before the bell rang and the match began properly!

*BAM!*

Cicilia was caught completely off guard by that sudden, scummy cheap-shot, the boxer stumbling back a step as Bunny's fist nailed her straight in the jaw! It was quick, it was explosive... but more than anything, it was ENRAGING! The instant surprise died down, the Juggernaut's features contorted with outrage, eyes, once just hot with anger, igniting in an inferno that consumed all it surveyed! She had thought she'd give this stranger some messily means of hope to make this battle fun and interesting... She thought she'd be something of a sport despite the stupid rodent she chose to dress up as.

...All that was gone now. Now, she would be crushed into paste!

Responding just as quickly, the boxer lashed out with an utterly savage backhand across Bunny's face, aiming to send her dumb-ass spinning to the ground! Still the bell had yet to be wrung but Cicilia didn't care. That cheap-shot had taken with it any mercy this woman would have received... Now she was stuck in a squared circle with a creature that would rip her limb from limb! Should her backhand connect... or if it did not, Ciclia would advance on her opponent, swinging a huge uppercut HARD into the woman's jaw before following it up with a wild haymaker!

Her movements were slow, but deliberate, eyes hot and sharp like a burning blade... She gazed upon Bunny like she was prey that needed disembowelment, another fool DUMB ENOUGH to earn the Juggernaut's hostility.

As soon as the officials saw Cicilia advancing on Bunny and throwing out punches towards her, the bell rang, officially beginning the match. It wasn't like Bunny realized it though. She was too busy getting laid into by Cicilia!

The Juggernaut's backhand smashed right into Bunny's face, causing the pinkette's head to snap violently and quickly to the side. She didn't go down yet, though she did start to stumble backwards, taken completely aback by Cicilia's ferocity and her anger. Then, as she was trying to catch her balance, the next blows connected. The uppercut caused her head to snap backwards, and with the haymaker, the bunnygirl finally went down, collapsing into a heap on the mat before her opponent.

She laid there for a moment, groaning, eyes wide as she tried to figure out what had just happened. Then, after several seconds, she slowly and shakily began to rise, rubbing her jaw as she rose up to her knees, her vision a blur as she tried to catch her bearings. She was wide open, a perfect target for the continued release of Cicilia's rage!

Cicilia's punches knocked the ever-loving light out of the Bunny Bomber apparently, tending the much older pinkette to the floor! There she lay, groaning and still as the boxer approached, cracking her knuckles threateningly as she closed the distance. What, she thought she was going to get away with that? Did she think she was just going to fall over and CRY because she got slapped across the mouth?

Sorry, creep. Life doesn't work that way.

If anything, she had only made Cicilia MAD... and making the German mad was a one-way trip to the beating of one's life. Perhaps she asked for it, talking down to the rabbit-eared freak right at the start... Perhaps she was in the right judging someone for dressing like a stripper in front of an audience. Perhaps that judgement was hypocritical given some of the people she knew... None of that mattered. It might once she calmed down and recounted the events of this fight... But in this moment? She just wanted to see this woman on the floor, unconscious and still.

...To leave her knuckle-print as a permanent tattoo across this girl- no... "woman's" face.

By the time she had approached the bomber she had gotten to her knees, rubbing her poor little jaw like she had been attacked out of nowhere. Poor her. It almost made her feel bad that she was lifting her knee SHARPLY into her face, aiming to SLAM it RIGHT INTO IT'S CENTER AND SMASH IT INTO OBLIVION!

Kinda-sorta... but not really.

If her knee-strike connected, hopefully it would throw the bomber on her back, only for Cicilia to play her legs across her and lock one of her arms down in a brutal arm-bar! Had to practice those submissions... had to get better at this stupid sport... So she knew how to counter them when such tactics were used against her!

With Bunny in her light daze, she didn't really have a way to avoid Cecilia's knee. It came up hard, and it came up fast, slamming straight into her face and sending the Wrestle Angel back down to the mat again. Bunny shouted out in pain, grabbing for her face with both hands, rolling onto her side as she laid there. She was definitely hurting now, Cicilia bringing an early level of brutality to the fight that the pinkette hadn't been expecting, and it was about to get that much worse for her.

It didn't take long for Cicilia to grab Bunny's arm and jerk her back onto her back, throwing her legs over the woman as she pulled her into the armbar. That was enough to snap Bunny back to reality, the sudden sharp and burning pain in her upper limb as Cicilia tried to lock in the hold. It was a stinging pain, one that caused Bunny to shout and yell in resistance, kicking her legs against the mat as she struggled against it. There was only one thought on the former model's mind in that moment, one single, raging thought:

She had to stop Cicilia from fully locking in the hold!

She bucked her body wildly, arching her back upwards as the girl jerked back on her arm. She kicked her legs against the mat, and she tried to wiggle and squirm around. Bunny did everything she could, trying to keep moving, even a little bit, in hopes of stopping Cicilia from locking in the submission and hopefully finding her way free!

As Cicilia struggled to lock in the hold, the Bunny Bomber fought and writhed and squirmed all over the floor of the ring, doing her little desperate dance in order to free herself from the submission before it could truly being! It was like trying to hold onto a bony-little-eel, or like she was one of those crazy American bull-riders... Either way, this was getting too frustrating and stupid for her to commit to. With a loud grunt, she released her grip upon the older woman's arm, quickly slipping up to her feet only to place a STOMP upon her stomach instead! she supposed that since submissions, again, were DAMN USELESS, she would have to resort to a little elbow-grease.

If her boot connected, Cicilia would lean down to grab the older rabbit-woman by her hair, intending to drag her up to her feet where the German could effectively punch her! Should she manage to do so, she would cock back a fist... and HAMMER it into the other girl's stomach, aiming to buckle her over with her sheer, intense strength!