BUNNIES IN DISTRESS: Bullet Bunnies vs The Malevolent Virus

[sluggirl]

Hectic. If there was any word that could best describe the prior life Lazuli and Mindy had, it was hectic. As a rather famous model, Lazuli had met her fair share of obsessive and dangerous people. Many of whom often kidnap her in an attempt to blackmail her modelling agents, or to simply keep in their property for their own pleasures. The strangest part of it all however was it’s frequency. She would get abducted often, almost once a week. Yet always seeming to make it out in one piece.

She had both Mindy and her own personal combat training to thank for escaping these situations with ease. The two being nearly unstoppable with a single exception. Though upon being ungraciously suspended from their job and ending up within the confines of LAW. They never had to worry about surprise abductions, a thought that made Lazuli rather keen on obliging with much of the paperwork that came with attending LAW.

The ring gave Lazuli and Mindy all the entertainment and showmanship that professional wrestling entailed and so much more. To perform, act, wear stunning outfits, and enjoy the company of many beautiful women. It felt like a nice vacation from all the stress their previous occupation came with. However, this next sunday match they’ve booked for. Would turn out to be as what they would describe as, Hectic.

"...1...2..3 ...1...2...3 ...1...2..3 sit down sit down"

Whenever the Bunnies made their entrance, they made damn sure that it always felt like walking into an idol's concert. Lights, glowsticks, and the echoing beats and melodies that guided the way for the two's arrival. Despite rehearsing it a dozen or so times, they never got tired of it. Their approach being reflective of how they treat wrestling, all in good fun. Soon they meet the ring by it's base, approaching the ramp and stylishly entering with a slip through the top and middle rope, topping it off with a curve of the spine and a shaking of their hips.

Once reaching the canvas they make themselves known, with Mindy strutting across the ring and showering the crowd in heart-shaped gestures while Lazuli takes a hold of the mic.

"Good evening lovelies! It's so great to have you all back here again!"

The audience raises their voices in response. A choir of cheers echo throughout the square.

"So I've heard it through the grapevine that me and my delightful partner here are up against a little cutie called Speck? Or was it Spectre?.."

Laz and Mindy's knowledge over their current opponent was feeble at best. Only gaining little from hearsay and unreliable Wikipedia articles.

"Whatever it is, it won't be important anymore. Because when we're done with you, people are gonna know you as pet. Our pet!"

Lazuli ends her promo, handing the mic away. The atmosphere within the stadium flowing in hype and anticipation, as they all wanted to see how badly their opponent was gonna be destroyed. Or atleast that's what the bunnies think anyway. Standing by their corner of the ring they await for their opponent's arrival.

[Monsy]

“Lets try the upgrade.” Spectre said calmly from the rafters, cigarette in one hand, with a pre-programmed remote engineered like a portable control panel for some of her rudimentary tricks and devices in the other. Tonight, the remote was fixed to her entrance features. She processed the button on the top-left with a low-res PNG of a lightbulb coating the nub of rubber. The lights went out as expected. “Dunno why I didn't do this sooner. Maybe later, I'll start on that control panel sleeve.” Spectre hopped onto the rail and balanced, looking down at ants. She pressed another button, summoning her hook and cable.

“Annnnd, riff.” She pointed the remote at the Titantron, then pressed the button.

( Gong… Gong… Gong… Gong… )

The remote was handed back to Dot, “Handle this. I’ll be back for ice cream.”

Dot saluted. “Yyyyyes MA'AM, right away ma’am! Chocolate?”
Spectre almost departed, stopped, squinted, then peered over her shoulder. “Strawberry.”

Then, she jumped onto her hook and cable to begin the descent.

The Titantron came to life with a chrome metallic skull, with spinning nuclear eyes and crossed scythe blades behind it. The crowd responded like ignited bhutane in a dryer, spiralling into heated shouts of anger, vitrol and strong disdain with their gestures. Two dozen purple gas lasers spun around the arena bowl in a whirlpool spiral, getting tighter and closer to the ring until they were pointed right over the ring posts. Purple flames rose from the rigged fixtures on the corners, coming up in three puffs. ( PUFF-PUFF-PUFF ) Then, from her lowered hook now dangling ten feet above the ring, Spectre front-flipped from her hook and landed centre of the ring!

THE VIRUS

The flame spires raged on all corners about six feet high. ( FWOOSH x 4 )
The bullet-hell portion of the chorus raged throughout.
Holding... Holding...
Then died. A spotlight flicked over the Virus, spotlighting her with her arms spread near her hips, gazing at them with a wide grin. The eyes of everyone, both at home and in the arena locked on the ring. Shouts of MINDY and LAZULI were thrown in loose timing. Whistles and hoots under a draping of booing. All of them are undeniably gripped by their throats to pay attention. “Ooh, I don't think you want me as a pet.”

Her voice took the sound system from every direction, louder than the music that had begun to taper off. She flipped her hair back, now inspecting the pair of bunnies top to bottom slowly. One was wrapped in a mouth mask, the other--a glittering example of a blue-hair, blue-eyed pure bottom, judging by the white, ears, leotard, albeit with more muscle and thick legs. Her tongue licked her bottom lip which was laced with a panicogenic drug. Her head tilted, changing to smug with a raised brow animated in her flexible domino mask, making one eye appear comically bigger. ”I'm sooo infected with all kinds of nasty-nasty stuff. Head-to-toe, fortunately. You take me to the vet and they'll just swoop me away for euthanasia. Public health threat and all. I got a better idea."

Her index fingers, one for each belly. First, Mindy. "I'll strangle you with your own mask as I turn those abs into wine grapes." Then, Lazuli. "And tear open a nice window your leotard so you don't feel left out while your subby friend here starts holding themselves." Her hands lifted up in a shrug, showing two fingers a piece. "I have one fun device for each of you, waiting patiently." The Titantron flicked on with two images. Both had a tall stool with dangling chains from an unseen ceiling, then a ginormous hammer cocked back and poised to strike at the poise of an unseen mechanism. "So whether its now or later..."

She took a deep breath, then released it, relaxing her posture and letting both arms slowly reset at her sides. "I'll leave that to your imaginations."