Show Opener: Hardcore Halloween Havoc - Halloween Sonohara vs Death Bunny

[killcarrion]

Cantankerous brawler and morbid powerhouse though Death was, she still considered herself to be a student of the wrestling game regardless. One who was capable of ascertaining just after the fawning introduction alone that half the battle tonight would be merely catching the nimble luchadora in the first place. Halloween obviously relying on her swift fleetness to evade capture with hit and run tactics as well instead of opting to charge straight ahead for a glorious if anticlimactic way to end the match. Namely with Hallow's corpse being chucked into a coffin seconds afterward. Death’s assumption about Hallow's fighting strategy being proven correct via the evasion and thwacked strike against the back of her leg, but with first blood drawn Death decided she'd rather make usage of her mobility while she could.

And especially before Hallow had any more irksome opportunities to keep chopping and whittling her down. Death gritting through the strained aches in her leg for a rampaging shoulder tackle that cornered Hallow and plowed straight into her midsection. Afterward grasping onto the adjacent middle ropes for a tacked on second shoulder charge to settle down H.W. moreso before standing upright with a soft exhale and hand passed through her purple locks and bunny ears."...Guess you can consider this an autograph. To my biggest fan..." Death's ominous remark coinciding with the Bunny Reaper crossing one arm over herself and attempting a cataclysmic open palmed knife-edge chop that has been known to make believers out of anyone who dared to doubt her striking prowess.

[BlackAkuma]

Geez, Death Bunny was strong.

Like, no shit. Halloween, of all people, would know that she’d seen all her matches and watched her herc countless wrestlers around the ring, ragdolling them from pillar to post. If anyone would know that, she would know that. But there was a world of difference between seeing this woman in action and having her plow into her stomach like a battering ram. The Tiny Terror was left gasping, nearly bisected by the hellacious hit, but she managed to keep her shit together for the time being, even as Death Bunny gave her a second helping.

She gripped the ropes tight and stayed on her feet, but honestly, that might not have been the best play. In doing so, she kept her chest open, which made it an easy target when Death Bunny’s hand came whipping out sliced into her chest, hitting so hard she swore she could feel the blow on her spine. The audience winced as the sound of a firing shotgun echoed through the arena, and all Halloween could do was open her mouth for a silent scream. It felt like her chest had been lit on fire, and it was all she could do to grasp the ropes tight with one hand as she fell to her knees.

But she didn’t stay there.

”That…” She gripped the ropes tight and tried to pull her way back up, rising to one foot as she looked up at Death Bunny with a weak smirk. ”Not bad, that. Got another one for me?”

[killcarrion]

Although hailing from various walks of life and diverse backgrounds all the same, one entire arena became briefly unified in their wincing sympathy for Halloween having just been effectively hollowed out by a knife-edge chop that may as well have been a broad sword instead. Death backpedaling a step to allow Hallow time to compose herself since it's not everyday someone practically has their soul smacked out of them, unfortunately moreso with Halloween who appeared to be lacking a certain padding in that area. Death casting a judgmental gaze down upon Halloween to gauge her reaction to effectively being christened by the veteran...

...and the little pixie did not disappoint. "...I may. But only because you're my number one fan..." An ominous smirk offered as the Bunny Reaper reached down to aid Halloween back to her feet, standing her upright against the turnbuckle and situating both of her adversaries arms back over the top ropes. "It helps to exhale right before the strike. So stand up straight, and take it like a woman..." Death whispered cautionary words with warmed over breathes into Hallow's ear all throughout the upheaval process, bringing a smushed bloom between their breasts until accompanied by the second straight back-handed crack against her adversaries chest.

[BlackAkuma]

Yes, the second floor of Halloween’s haunted house lacked furniture. She had an abundant lack of padding. She had tiny tits. It was a fact that she’d come to grips with long ago, and she didn’t have any angst about it. Hell, it was probably for the best - if she had big breasts, they would probably cause her all kinds of back problems.

Halloween couldn't help but wonder if it would help in times like this. A little extra padding would’ve been nice when her rib cage was caved in.

Of course, the threat of having inverted breasts wasn’t going to stop her from asking for more - not from Death Bunny, not in this match. She was already pushing her way back up when her opponent came over and helped her along, setting her up for another hellacious hit, but not without a tiny bit of advice to go along with it.

Right. Deep exhale. Stand up straight. And…

To Death Bunny’s credit, it did. In the same way that wearing a helmet helps in a train crash, but still. Halloween was smashed against the turnbuckle as her chest was set on fire, getting another silent scream out of her. She took one stumbling step forward, then another, before she fell over flat on her face, landing with an ungraceful splat.

Still alive, though. More or less.

[killcarrion]

Unfathomable though it may appear, there was once period in time where Death hadn't quite filled out herself. Although her late teenage adolescence made short work of that suffice to say. Gifting her a buoyant abundance that she regarded more cumbersome than anything else in spite of the envious daggers directed towards her by covetous colleagues backstage. Death could faithfully attest that being well-endowed in that department didn't make a lick of difference whenever the hand of God came righteously striking down upon them...and apparently the lack thereof didn't make the experience any more bearable as Halloween took a warbled walk of shame into a face first pratfall.

Death politely stepped aside figuring that Halloween earned her freedom from the corner turnbuckle after paying such a hefty and breathtaking toll. The Bunny Reaper wiggling her hand due to a faint burning sensation afterwards as she approached Hallow, sprawled out as if inside of a chalk outline. "I take it you won't be asking for thirds?~..." Death queried with a grim smirk as she reached down to haul H.W. back to her feet, tightening down a front headlock in the preamble before hefting her adversary upside down in a stalled vertical suplex position. Seconds spent being erected skyward with D.B. at one point performing the feat with only one arm...before bringing the boom in a brainbuster.

[BlackAkuma]

In Halloween’s mind, she was having the time of her life. She’d seen Death Bunny’s chops before, but being on the receiving end was an entirely different experience. The way she thrust forward, the power she put into both strikes, the resonating impacts, the explosive force, all came together to make a devastating impact on her body, one that made her dark skin glow.

Her body, though…well, if it could talk, she was confident it would have a much harsher opinion about things. Halloween had taken more than her fair share of chops, that came with being a luchadora, but she couldn't recall anything ever hitting that hard.

It was as if Death Bunny chopped the soul out of her. Every breath she drew was a struggle. But she had asked for no mercy, and her opponent was going to grant that wish. Halloween had only begun to push her way when the fluffy Harbinger of Death moved in to capture her with a headlock and lifted her up, holding her in the vertical suplex position and keeping her stalled. It was a display of power that likely would’ve been far more impressive if she wasn’t literally half Death Bunny’s size, but still…

And it all ended with a big bang.

Death Bunny brought her crashing to the canvas, skull first, with an impact that went all the way from Halloween’s head to her tippy-toes. She stood erect for a single instant after crash, perfect balanced, before she flopped on her back and kept rolling, rolling, rolling, until she fell off the ring apron and tumbled to the floor. She landed on her feet by some small miracle, but that was more on instinct on anything, and all she could do was drunkenly stumbled towards the announcer’s table and lean up against it, facing the audience.

Despite all that, though, she couldn't help but smile. ”Heh.” She muttered as she rapidly blinked, trying to clear her eyes. ”Good one.”

[killcarrion]

On the exceptionally rarefied occurrences Death takes it upon herself to serve as a mentoring veteran breaking in the fledgling newcomers, she firstly utilizes a rudimentary technique to simultaneously gauge trainees pain threshold and test just how thoroughly do they desire this lifestyle. Lighting up several chests like it was the fourth of July working seamlessly in whittling down the number of rookies by less than a half until only those truly dedicated to this grueling craft are left standing, mostly. Halloween could maybe take some solace in learning that she'd definitely be allowed onward underneath Death's learning tree after asking for seconds like that, but right now all Hallow was learning was what the upside-down view looked like of a jam-packed arena after being suspended in Death's stalling brainbuster. Showboating somewhat by making it a one-armed showcase of strength until planting a Halloween Tree in the middle of the canvas, situated upright until tactfully making distance between her and Death by repeatedly tucking and rolling herself out of the ring.

The Murder Rabbit arising at her own methodical pace akin to a horror villain allowing her prey time to scamper into the distance, the statuesque and ghoulish beauty standing upright with a stretch of her back that accentuated her fulsome figure before striding towards Halloween. Who'd by now was seeking sanctuary at the announcer's table, two of whom making their blustering opinions known on the match so far. "Boy it sure looks to me like this Halloween party may end sooner this year than usual, Mack!!!"..."No argument here, in fact I'm getting the feeling that the Scream Queen is learning just what type of hellacious experience she's signed up for tonight as-" The color commentators final words were unintelligible as they scurried off to the side once D.B. approached Halloween from behind. Death clearing off the announcer's table of monitors and water bottles, before taking Hallow's twin-tailed head and tucking it between her powerful thighs. Signaling for a powerbomb and calamitous obliteration of the announcer's table early into the night.

[BlackAkuma]

Halloween wasn’t sure Death Bunny could powerbomb her through a table.

Oh, she didn’t doubt the woman’s strength, not for a second, but it wasn’t a matter of power. Plenty of wrestlers had tried to put her through the announce tables before, women and even some men of all shapes and sizes, and they’d never succeeded, not because of anything she’d done, but because of simple physics. She simply didn’t have the heft to really crack through a table, like trying to break a wooden board with a wiffle bat.

Then again, if there was anyone who could pull it off, it was El Conejito de la Muerte, and Halloween wasn’t in the mood to find out. So, as she stumbled around outside and heard the telltale sound of an announce table being cleared, specific plans began to form through the pained fog of her brain. There wasn’t much of anything she could do to stop her head from getting shoved between Death Bunny’s legs, nothing that could stop her tiny body from getting lifted up by the fluffy idol…

…but when it came time to take the plunge, Halloween spread her legs out wide, slipped off of Death Bunny’s shoulders, grabbed her head, and tried to use her own momentum against her, looking to ram her face down hard into the announce table all the force she could muster.

[killcarrion]

Clearing off the announcer's table may have seemed counter productive given Death pernicious intention to ultimately bury Halloween underneath it's imploded remnants, but the Cantankerous Cottontail was merely hedging her bets considering she's seen miniature's monitor's explode and wires short-circuit from moves such as these. Followed up by referees waving off a match as a no contest for no less than a slight electrocution here or there and Death had the sneaking suspicion that Halloween would have been just as irate as D.B. herself if this match ended in such an unsatisfying manner. Not to mention the throngs of belligerent masses hollering all around onward in eager anticipation to witness further wanton mayhem.

"Aaaand done..." Death patting her hands after a job well done, afterward approaching the disheveled luchadora and yanking her towards the cleansed table and affixing Halloween's twin-tailed head between her smooth thighs. As to whether Death could have actually made a cataclysmic crater with such a petite lightweight would wind up being a question unanswered as H.W. sprung free from her grasps at the midnight hour and planted the reaper's facials into the table with a savage exclamation point. "HNGH!!!" Death's head recoiling backward along with the rest of her, backpedaling in haze-riddled belligerence with one hand covering her crunched grimace, an uptick in fan adulation for Hallow's first legitimate offensive action...

[BlackAkuma]

That worked. Wow.

Halloween had used this powerbomb counter several times, with varying degrees of success. Half the time, it just resulted in her taking an even harder hit than she would’ve suffered otherwise, but when it went off the way it was supposed to, it could have a real effect. But she’d never done it on someone with Death Bunny’s combined strength and skill, so she knew there was every bit of a chance that this would blow up in her face—quite literally.

But it didn’t, not this time. Instead, the move went smoothly, driving Death’s face into the desk with spectacular results. It left Halloween sitting on the table, mostly unfazed, while her fazed opponent staggered away. An opening. One of the few Halloween would be getting. What was she going to do with it?

The Scream Queen didn’t give it much thought - there wasn’t enough time. Instead, she popped to her feet, stepped back to the edge of the desk, ran forward, and took a leap of faith, flipping through the air as she flew towards her opponent with an unorthodox variation of her signature move: the Pumpkin Bomb.