Cheyenne Black Rock vs. Death Bunny

[Dubski]

Cheyenne Black Rock had contently kept her position in the test of strength, not giving any headway, canting her head in almost boredom as Death Bunny paid her a compliment. But if her foe was going to keep wasting energy on it, it didn't make sense for her to not just stay the course until Death decided to shift gears. The immovable woman was then shifted into a light roll instead. Death Bunny had leveraged a Monkey Flip on her, sending her over top of her opponent and onto her back. Death Bunny then settled on top of her midsection after, pushing her shoulders down as she tried to pin her down by her hands.

Narrowing her brow, the Native American would simply push her shoulder back up slowly as the count went to...

"TWO!"

Pushing back against Death Bunny's hands which were still interlocked, she let out a low groan and then decided to go through the path of least resistance to get her foe to get off of her. She began twisting her hands to put more torque onto Death Bunny's wrists, aiming to force her opponent to have to release her hands, and preferably get off of her at the same time. She wasn't about to let her opponent see too much of a shift in her quite yet. She played a long game, and this was still early on for Cheyenne to show too exert too much now.

[killcarrion]

Scant few souls within the arena actually believed that Cheyenne was in any tangible danger of being pinned in so anti-climactic a fashion, with Death included amongst them. Cheyenne's strength in spirit seemingly matched only by the quite literal physical strength at her overwhelming disposal. However goals were nevertheless achieved in the deft Monkey Flip, pivotal among them being to break the obnoxious stalemate between them whenever they locked hands. Not to mention knocking the smug and prideful chieftess off her high horse already...which, in hindsight, was a seemingly innocuous phrase that Death now knew better than to repeat out loud in this specific circumstance. Accusations of being racist can apparently do wonders for learning when to nip conversational faux pas' in the bud prematurely.

Death was unperturbed by Cheyenne uplifting her shoulder off the canvas, but the same could not be said for when the Native Warrior opted to torque and wrench the Reaper's wrists to the sides. "Tch..." Death tilting her head down and averting her grimacing facials from Cheyenne's view for the time being, straining herself into swiveling her wrists in the opposite direction. Shaking arms and huffed exhales from Death apparently being in a losing scenario...until she raised her head with souless iris' and words just as chilled. "...Nope. Just as dumb..." The Reaper hauling herself upward with fingers still interlocked until she stood above Cheyenne, raising her boot to cream the side of Chey's face with repeated stamps in her Death Knock's maneuver. Relenting when issued warnings by the referee and backpedaling while rotating her wrists to get the kinks out of them.

[Dubski]

Cheyenne Black Rock kept her hands locked with Death Bunny's as she twisted those wrists, aiming to get her opponent to release her. She wasn't about to exert too much strength to get out of her position--not this early in the match. Unfortunately for her, she began to get stomped in the face repeatedly for her efforts. Grimacing as she took the first few, she would turn her head for the rest, each knocking her skull more and stunning her until the referee got involved and forced Bunny back.

Holding the side of her head as she laid on the mat, Cheyenne scowled, starting to push herself off the mat and into a sitting position. She huffed out an annoyed sigh, pushing up further as she watched her opponent, wiping at her own face. She then moved her head from one side, cracking her neck, then to the other, cracking it a second time. Then, without fanfare, the Chieftess would stomp towards Bunny and then go for a collar and elbow, aiming to pull her and rip her over to the side and keep on an aggressive hold of her. She was growing increasingly more irritated with her opponent now.

[killcarrion]

Spectators abroad voiced their discontent with Death's violently unorthodox show of disrespect via stamping a metaphorical mudhole down on Cheyenne, all when the match up until now had been contested relatively above board. The Grim Hopper more concerned with the tweaks in her wrists than the jeers starting to gain audible traction all around them, showcasing a level of cold and calculating improvisation that certainly solved the problem of being squared up against an immovable wall of an adversary. One whom she loomed over with a sense of superior indifference as the Native American started dusting herself off. However, Death's curiosity as to just how Cheyenne would react the brutal stomping would all take a quite literal turn for the unexpected.

Death balking when Cheyenne vehemently locked horns with her again and abruptly twirled them around like her foe was a bunny-eared lightweight. Only coming to a skidding halt once D.B. somehow secured a solidified base beneath her, leg muscles flexed behind her with an exceptionally irate chieftess bearing down on her. Chey ferociously assertive in the embittered grapple that left D.B. little recourse other than to power back in the tie-up since the sheer strength in her foe's arms tangling them together was kinda making this an inescapable situation. "Hngh...ohhhhhkay. Seems like I've struck a nerve. Still, think I liked that smug face of yours better when I was usin' it to clean the bottom of my boot." Death scowling with nudged foreheads and swelled bloom to their bosoms.

[Dubski]

Cheyenne had applied her aggressive lock-up against her also powerful opponent. She had managed to drag and push Death Bunny around until the girl found her footing and planted her feet, able to stop Black Rock from continuing to hurl her around. Narrowing her gaze, she stared at Bunny as she spoke, not bothering to offer a retort.

She didn't care what her opponent had to say. She was in it to fight. The rest was just noise to Cheyenne, who stayed steeled in her position. Chests and foreheads pushing against one another as they vyed for superiority. But even the Chieftess was uninterested in another battle like this. Instead, she wanted to make her proper point.

The point that she should not be trifled with like Death Bunny had done this far. Breaking the lock up rather suddenly, Cheyenne would then give a hard shove to her dark opponent. And without hesitation, she followed her and threw a lariat right towards Death Bunny, aiming to smash her with great impact from her powerful arm!

[killcarrion]

Death's words succinctly mirroring her thoughts on what was becoming a battle of stone-faced attrition between the pairing. She would have needed a minute to remember the last time she'd been matched beat for beat like this in the strength department against an adversary of a similar build. One whose temper was beginning to simmer whether she cared to admit it or not with neither side willing to offer the other an inch. Except until Cheyenne opted to forego the entire stalemate altogether and abruptly unlock herself to Death's bewildered shock and surprise, unbalanced from the shove and abandonment of her rigid stance.

Death backpedaled with a stilted gasp from the show of strength that was accompanied by another in swift succession. Cheyenne's savage lariat clocking the Reaper perfectly and mowing her down to the canvas with enough pure strength to have Death land on the back of her head and earn wincing sympathy from the gasping audience. The Bunny Reaper huddled over herself with her supple backside alluringly displayed for appreciative gawkers and legs dangling overhead until reflexively uncoiling herself into a seated posture. Hoarse breathing was about all she could muster through a scrunched grimace as she cradled her throat.

[Dubski]

Deanna Duncan cheered loudly for her friend on the outside while Cheyenne flattened Death Bunny into the mat with a lariat, taking a few steps back her as she rolled her neck, a serious expression on her face. Well, more serious than normal at least. She had managed to take down Bunny and surprise her enough for now. The Chieftess had a ton of strength behind her and she was just getting started. Cheyenne didn't want to stop just there though. She wanted to add more pain to Death Bunny while she had her reeling.

Running back to the ropes facing Death Bunny, Black Rock picked up speed by rebounding off of them. Coming directly for her, she stared right into her opponent's eyes as she went as fast as her boulder-like form would and then dove low! She would attempt to take Death Bunny back to the mat and squash her with a Low Cross Body Dive! A move that would throw all of Cheyenne Black Rock's impressive, muscled form into her foe, and hoping to flatten her once more!

[killcarrion]

Raucous adulation enveloped the arena and showcased how Deanna was from the only Chieftess Black Rock admirer eager to witness another victorious notch etched into Cheyenne's belt. Onlookers appreciating the showcasing of strength far more than DB was given she was the one almost rocked out of her wrestling boots, only recoiling back into a seated position thanks to the whiplashing effect from not being totally bowled over herself. Death struggling to catch her breath through haggard panting after what felt like a cocked back 2x4 sledged against her upper body, and she should know. Bunny ears sagging along with the rest of her until the telltale signs of motioned movements all around her clued her in enough to pop her head up with widened peepers and balk in the milliseconds before being mashed beneath Cheyenne's rampaging musculature. Death sprawled out underneath her foe's chiseled figure in grimacing distress, but would shimmy over onto her front side and groan against the canvas if Chey ever allowed.