Mighty Yukiko v.s. Death Bunny - Bunnies, Death, and Wrestling!

[Teenwrestler]

With the suplex connected, Yukiko was now looking to turn up it up a notch. While Bunny was down on her back, no doubt still dazed by the slam, the Pinkette would grab her opponent's leg and drag the pair to the middle of the ring. Meanwhile, it seemed that her opponent was monologuing. "Huh?" Yukiko would say, a little puzzled but soon rolled her foe over and caught her in a painful Boston Crab. "Hah, talking to yourself huh? Heh, don't worry Bunny, I do that a lot too" she said with a bright smile.

There was nothing bright about the submission though, as the Pinkette was really putting a lot of pressure on her opponent's back. There was no way an opponent as tough as Death would submit just yet. However, the move was still effective which was evident from Bunny's clenching fist and facial expression. Yukiko looked back over her shoulder, still smiling while Bunny asked her a question. "Uhh because it doesn't go well with your overall looks and this uh death thing you got going on-ACK?!" she cried out when her long hair was grabbed and yanked. The force enough for Yukiko to let go of D.B.'s legs and would move to the side.

"Ow, Ow, Ow....not the hair" she said while D.B. rose to her feet and then smacked her boot against the Mighty One's face. Yukiko went down straight away, clutching her face in pain. The Pinkette was quite a stubborn one though, and would start to move back up to her feet. She was smiling while she rubbed her rubbed her forearm against her mouth. "Heh, that all you got?" she said with a competitive smirk.

The Pinkette then raised her arms up and started to circle her opponent, ready to wrestle once more as she lunged in for another lock up.

[killcarrion]

Submissions rarely came more rudimentary than the bog-standard Boston Crab considering the relative ease of its spine torquing application as long as you didn't have balance issues or possessed the ineptitude of a rank amateur athlete. Therefore, it didn't surprise Death in the slightest when the supposed ace of her old federation had seemingly perfected the maneuver currently contorting her spinal cord into a pretzel with burned aches aflame within her struggling thighs. A steadied breath helped Death maintain her composure even amidst her disoriented stupor fresh after having endured multiple suplexes, acknowledging the means of her escape after taking a fleeting glance over her shoulder and noticing the wafting mane of roseate pink hair right behind her. Yukiko honestly came up with some practical answers that were honestly right on the nose, but Death always was a *Show, Don't Tell...* sort of lady when it came questions like these. And what better way for the Grim Hopper to demonstrate her point about utilitarian hairstyles in the world of wrestling.

Namely by wrenching Yukiko off of her settled perch with nothing more than Death's ragged boot treads awaiting the W.A. veteran afterwards. Death opting to stand upright and take the time to recoup rather than continue her advantage, rotating her shoulders and stretching her back out with a flinch in order to get the kinks out of her spine but eyeing Yukiko all throughout her own wearied ascent. "...Hrm." Death scowled with a flippant spit outside the ring as she circled the ring alongside Miss Mighty, approaching with her own grappling stance now locked up with Yukiko. Both competitors’ arms fervently interlocked with one hand snatched into the back of her foe's head and a swell to their squished busts as Death grimaced from earnestly attempting to overpower her pink haired adversary into backpedaling towards the turnbuckle encroaching behind her. A substantial feat that if successful would have DB release the lock-up as per the dutiful referee's instruction, but would nevertheless be accompanied with a walloping European Uppercut straight towards Yukiko's jawline...