Killer Instinct

Blossom knew what to do, here. It was obvious. The dragon sleeper wasn’t exactly a staple of her repertoire, but she’d seen it executed enough times to know how to put it on and how devastating it could be, even against an opponent like Death Bunny. Part of her was expecting her lover to power out of the move before she even had a chance to lock it.

So she was surprised when Death Bunny’s strength seemed to fail her and she sagged back, making it all too easy for Blossom to finish the hold. She was worried, and her first inclination was to ease up and let her breath...but, knowing Bunny, that would be the absolute worst thing she could do in this situation. She had told her to go all out, and she was going to give her best. No matter what.

Blossom gritted her teeth and brought her legs up, wrapping them around Death Bunny’s waist...or trying to, anyway. Because of the size difference, it wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, but she managed to lock her ankles together get some pressure going around that immensely huggable waist. It looked good enough to hold Death Bunny down for a while.

Also, for a small bonus, it gave her a great view of her lover’s heaving, sweaty breasts. Fighting the urge to cop a feel wasn’t easy…

D.B.'s frustrations were only compounded when Blossom clamped her ankles around her waist and locked in the neck-bending submission. Being arched backward along with all that weight tugging on her from behind meant that teetering back would just sort of come naturally and be out of D.B.'s hands, the bunny girl letting out an exasperated groan after her timbering descent onto the canvas.

Scrunching her face from the torquing pressure applied, D.B. remained idly motionless and breathed as steadily as she could considering she was only getting breathable air through her nose. While being intertwined with her sweaty, grappling lover was a subconscious desire for her, there most was a time and place to be enjoying that sensation. And having your neck cranked back in the middle of a spar was most definitely neither.

"...Hnngh." Her heaving chest expanding with every breath, D.B. calmed herself down and thought things out. The macabre bunny girl wisely not resorting to panicked and extensive shows of force. That was what had gotten her into this position in the first place. Instead, with a reaffirming stomp on the canvas with each of her booted feet and an arcing showcase of her honed flexibility, D.B. would shift her weight toward Blossom until her lover's shoulders were pinned to the mat. D.B. raising her hand in Blossom's face and extending her fingers up, one at a time...

"1...2..."

...seriously, Death Bunny had the most amazing pair of breasts Blossom had ever seen. They weren’t the biggest in the AFW, true, but size was overrated in her opinion. They were the perfect size for proper squeezing, and when you gave them a good feel, it was like your hand was almost sinking into them. And, wow, she loved the way the little beads of sweat were moving along the counters, the way it was clinging to her shirt, the way they were pushing out as Death Bunny’s chest rose and fell….

”Huh?” Blossom perked up as her lover’s hand moved to her face, and her finger raised. Then another rose quickly after that. Why…

The realization hit her like a lightning bolt, and she reacted just as quickly, letting go of Death Bunny on the spot and breaking the hold. Carless, careless, she’d almost completely forgotten about her position. Definitely something she needed fine-tuning with.

[color:67f2=008000]”Phew.” She sighed and grabbed the ropes, pulling back to her feet. ”Too close, way too close!”

Struggling with her own limitations was a wholly foreign, yet not entirely unfamiliar sensation for D.B. Fighting against this hold brought back long dormant memories of her continuously breaking herself down in the gym and the unbridled agony that came with tearing down those mental blocks...and the last time she ran into one such wall was when she passed out to Cecilia.

And here was that wall again. Against another dragon sleeper to boot, as if D.B. needed anything else to remind her of that day. She remembered what it felt like, seeing Cecilia's sly smirk before she showed her back to D.B. as she waltzed away towards eventually winning the title. It was all just ample motivation for her...D.B. replaying those thoughts in her head as she arced back and pinned Blossom to the mat. Her flowery lover getting the big picture just in time and mercifully released the hold, D.B. taking in huge gasps of air along with some sputtering coughs as she rolled to her side. Internally relieved beyond all compare that her gambit paid off.

"...*cough*...You're telling me...ngh...Seemed kinda distracted at the end there, anything on your mind?" D.B. uttered after getting the air back in her lungs, the bunny girl gradually standing tall once more. But not without stretching out her sore back, puffing her soft chest out in the process and getting the cricks out of her neck with a wincing expression.

Death Bunny escaped the Dragon Sleeper. Of course she did. Where most wrestlers - including Blossom herself - would’ve panicked, the fluffy veteran managed to keep her cool and come up with a way break free, and nearly turn the tables on Blossom in the process. She was trying hard not to gush at her lover’s abilities, but she made it so hard, sometimes…

Blossom kept her head low as she rose up as well, trying to hide the blush, but she couldn’t keep the girlish lilt out of her voice. Came too naturally. ”Well, two things, actually…”

She bit her lip, flashing an impish grin for a moment, before she moved back in again, coming at Death Bunny with a low stance. She’d lost a good position, true, but she was reasonably sure she could rework things and seize the advantage once more, if she could just get her lover back on the floor.

She reached out as she neared Death Bunny’s attempting to seize her by the knees with a double-leg takedown, a move that she’d been using long before she set foot in a professional wrestling ring.

Overcoming that dragon sleeper was just about as thoroughly vindicating as D.B. imagined it would be. The bad taste in her mouth from passing out to Cecilia's dragon sleeper being refreshingly washed from her palette now that D.B. had reaffirmed her briefly wavering belief that she always had the skills to break that particularly nasty submission. That rewarding sense of accomplishment never gets old, but D.B. knew she still had miles to go before she felt up for Round 2 with that Swedish musclehead.

"Mmm, if you say so. But we're back at it now, so focus." D.B. uttered with a groaning inflection that came with stretching out her back while on her tip toes. The bunny-eared biker wholly oblivious to Blossom's affectionate double entendre and the striking image of curvaceous beauty and imposing strength she exuded from such a routine act. Her dulled reaction was merely a byproduct of her unshakable resolve in keeping this spar competitive by placing those sensual thoughts of her own towards Blossom to the side, and her own general thick-headedness.

D.B. shook her head and resumed the match proper, arms lifted up and fists clenched as she approached her pint-sized lover. D.B. reacted swiftly and instinctively from recognizing Blossom's attempt to duck low once again. Namely by extending one of legs far back to prevent Blossom from even gripping the back of both of her legs, and than by applying a front facelock to the diminutive grappler. A follow-up clubbing blow to Blossom's upper back hopefully keeping her there.

Focus. Right.

It took some doing, but Blossom managed to push back all thoughts of Death Bunny’s amazing breasts, his curvy hits, or the way you could catch little hints of her accent every now and then if you listened just right to the inflection. She traveled through time, pretending this was years ago, and she was coming at her for the first time, and she was going to wrestle the way she really should have wrestled back then.

So, when she grabbed for Death Bunny’s legs, she had the full intention of bring the Fluffy One down to the mat. Good in theory, but in practice, she was dealing with a strong, solid woman whose strength likely surpassed her own and was faster than you might’ve guessed. It didn’t go well.

When it came to lovemaking, Blossom preferred to be on top, and she was reminded why when Death Bunny’s weight came down on top of her, pressing her hard to the mat with one of the tightest front facelocks she'd ever been in. Even so, Blossom started to surge upwards, straining, pushing, resisting…

...until she was struck hard on the back by a sledgehammer of a blow. That dropped her flat and left her groaning underneath Death Bunny, wide open and hurting.

Playing to you own inherent strengths was always a professional tactic. And it was all well and good, but their was one detrimental flaw to to adhering too often to just one solitary strategy. And that was the possibility of becoming too predictable. And it was precisely how D.B. was able to so deftly turn the tables on Blossom in a manner much more swiftly than before.

D.B. knew that Blossom would want to drag her opponent down to the canvas where she could clamp down on them with an entire arsenal of fiesty grappling submissions. Backed up by her over-bearing strength, it was a nigh monumental chore to out mat wrestle Blossom. Hence why D.B. would snuff out Blossoms chances before she even got started with an immediate front facelock and walloping forearm strike to settle down her squirming.

"Too predictable..." The macabre bunny girl advised while biding her time and letting the front facelock work it's magic. She interlocked her fingers together while remaining spread out onto the canvas, maximizing the constriction on the floored headlock that came with Blossoms cheeks smooshed up against the sweaty, pillowy contours of D.B. sumptuously soft chest. Should Blossom find the fortitude to squirm and struggle to an irritating degree...her back pains would be compounded with yet another sledging strike...

Despite the size difference, Death Bunny wasn’t all that heavy. She weighed more than Blossom, sure, but then, a lot of people did. The lovely lagomorph had a powerful, but fitting body, and she knew from experience that she was capable of lifting her up.

In normal circumstances, anyway. When she was on top, piling down on her from a prone position, gripping her in a tight facelock and hammering her back? No, notsomuch.

It was a slow, arduous task, but Blossom was making some headway in getting back up, it felt. The problem was that Death Bunny only really needed one hand cinch the facelock, while the other was properly used to hammer her in the back, knocking out resistance. The second clubbing was all that was needed to drop Blossom flat, and that was where she stayed, too. On top of her deciding it was just better to let Death Bunny move to whatever she was about to do and work from there, nuzzling against those welcoming breasts was a good way to get some life back.

”Gah, duly noted.” Blossom stayed put under Death Bunny for now, taking a moment to just catch her breath.

Transitioning from one maneuver to the other always seemed to be the default reaction amongst the AFW roster when you had your opponent on the ropes. D.B. even found herself guilty of adhering to that popular and crowd pleasing trend on occasion just to keep the flow of the match progressive, intense, and unrelenting.

But with someone as versatile as Blossom, it really paid to simply milk your hold and slooooow things down. The macabre bunny girl opting to drain all of that rambunctious energy out of her like a tightly squeezed sponge. Coupled with a second hammering blow to her spine...D.B. figured it wouldn't take too long for until Blossom found the wisdom in just staying down.

D.B. would eventually end their prolonged time on the mat together with a heaving groan that brought them both back to their feet. The front facelock still and well and duly applied during the ascension, though now being accompanied by another grip on the side of Blossom's shorts. Her flowery lover's diminutive weight now being used to D.B.'s advantage as she hauled Blossom upside-down to a stalled vertical suplex position.

But D.B. would askew from the typical strategy this time around once more. A few seconds of elevated dread for Blossom taking place before D.B. would heave the petite grappler forward to have her be pancaked onto the canvas face first from a stalled gourdbuster.