Grave Matters: Death Bunny vs Blanco Sombra

[Luncha_Libre]

“Uuughh,” Blanco moaned, rubbing his aching lower back as Holly propped him up. The luchador tried to stretch and roll his shoulders, pulling his lean body backward, working out the ache in his muscles. Holly rubbed his lower back, tucking his face against her soft, ample bust as she tried to rouse him and keep him from collapsing to the floor. Blanco’s ears were ringing, but he was at least starting to make out what Holly was saying to him, the fog of pain starting to clear.

“Come on, Mister, you’ve still got this,” Holly said, cupping her hand around the side of Blanco’s face as she nestled him against her chest. However, Holly’s eyes were widening with fear as Death Bunny coolly joined them on the outside of the ring, and went for one of the caskets! The crash of the casket as Death Bunny pulled it off its base echoed through the arena, and made Holly yelp in shock.

This pulled Blanco out of his daze, and the luchador started to move just as Death’s palm smashed into Holly’s face and shoved her. The British Bombshell landed on her thick ass, tumbling away from the wrestlers, as Bunny loomed over Blanco. The luchador didn’t have time to react as Bunny wrapped him into a side headlock, grinding his head against her chest as she dragged him toward the casket. Blanco took deep breaths, flailing his arm slightly but unable to get the leverage to escape the hold. He wouldn’t have time, as Death thrust his head between her powerful thighs, before yanking him up and onto her shoulders.

Sitting high, Blanco knew he had nowhere to run, nowhere to go … except straight into the casket! The luchador snapped back to life, realizing that the next move could be a devastating one. Desperate, the luchador started to lay into Death Bunny’s cool face with elbow strikes, hitting her again and again, trying to rock her and stop her march to the casket. If he could manage to rock her enough, Blanco would throw his body backward and twist, clamping his toned thighs around her neck as he would try to whip her down with a headscissor takedown that would bring the big woman crashing into the casket, herself!

[killcarrion]

Cantankerous and irritable though she appeared, Death apparently started showcasing a sliver of sympathy by directing Blanco's flaccid frame towards his bespectacled manager/girlfriend at ringside after cracking his spine in the brutal torture rack. Death offering her masked nuisance of an adversary a rarefied opportunity to be consoled and tended to in his hour of need after practically having his face caved in with ruthless stomps and spinal vertebrate cranked over D.B.'s shoulders. The harrowing sight of Holly nurturing her significant other tugged on several heartstrings within the arena and allowed others to speculate as to whether Death had groan some semblance of empathy or compassion for her ravaged prey...when the grim reality of the situation was that Death merely needed time to yank the coffin off it's podium in preparation for what she had planned and Holly just happened to be in the vicinity of where she chucked him. A fatigued breath taken as she dragged the massive coffin onto the floor before she marched back towards Blanco and the heartwarming scene unfolding....

"YeahYeah, I'm sure it's all very touching..." Death muttered out before piefacing Holly off of her man to a comedic degree. The luchador abruptly jerked free from the heavenly daydream he was lost in within the squished softness of his lady's stacked rack, and back into the frigid reality of his situation as he was unwillingly guided to the casket with his head locked down on beneath the bunny girl's armpit. After tightly affixing his cranium between her thighs and hefting him to be seated on his shoulders, she figured the match was about one powerbomb away from being tallied in her win column. Except a rainfall of strikes started making her deviate from that plan. Rattling her skull with a blushed grimace sunken into Blanco's white spandexed bulge to a humid warmth, an unnatural stance taken as her thighs started quaking until she would have collapsed herself had Blanco not flipped her head over heels once again right into the casket. "Oooph!!" Death groaning with a dizzied blush before she started lurching up out of her tomb with a hand on her aching noggin.

[Luncha_Libre]

Staggered and hurting, Blanco had been looking for any kind of opening that could give him a chance to breathe. Having taken even just a fraction of the offense he’d seen Death Bunny dish out in other matches, the luchador knew that he had to find that opening before it was too late! Holly was doing her best to rouse her man and get him back into the fight, but getting pie-faced and dumped off Blanco like she was garbage certainly wasn’t helping! Landing on her chubby ass, Holly looked up fearfully, realizing that Blanco was on his own …

Fortunately, the luchador had the opening that he needed as he dropped his body, pivoted off a leg lock on Death Bunny’s neck, and whipped the statuesque woman off her feet and right into the casket! The crowd went wild for a moment, thinking there was a chance at an upset in the making here, but Blanco fell to the floor and rolled away. Death Bunny would be getting up out of the casket before Blanco had a chance to get to his feet, but that didn’t mean the luchador would be utterly powerless to capitalize off his opening, even if there was little chance of finishing this, here.

Taking a deep breath, the lithe luchador sized up Death as she loomed out of the open casket. Shaking his aching head, Blanco took a step to square his feet. Death had battered him, but he had taken worse in his career … at least, worse than what she’d thrown at him so far, and it was early. Watching the curvaceous and powerful Bunny pull herself out of the tomb, Blanco picked his moment then launched a thrust kick at her. His boot would be aimed unerringly at her head, looking to rock the powerhouse of a woman and hopefully buy him more time to breathe. Holly, meanwhile, was pulling on the ring apron and trying to shed her high-heeled shoes, thinking that this match might get crazy enough that she would need mobility.

[killcarrion]

Playing the role of dastardly scoundrel callously separating two enamored romantics certainly wasn't what Death was expecting to partake in when first tying her wrestling boots backstage for this particular match. The specific details still escaped her, but between the schmaltzy cradling in Holly's arms and saccharine words of encouragement, Death could parse together the broad strokes of Blanco's relationship with the bespectacled ditz at ringside. Unfortunately for the star-crossed lovers, the arctic ice water permeating throughout Death's veins ensured that she wasn't exactly going to be shedding a sympathetic tear at their heartbreaking separation at the Reaper's hands. But rest assured...she'll probably feel a little bad about it in the morning. For now though Death concentrated solely on the morbid task at hand. Except no sooner was Blanco situated on her shoulders than she'd find herself battered into a disoriented stupor with tightened thigh muscles throttling her head.

Death's own powerful legs started quivering and showcasing instability from the hammering strikes as she panted against the luchador's crotch until an angled pivot sent the Bunny Biker spiraling over herself once again with a thwacking thud back first into the opened casket. A swelled uproar bellowed from the lucha faithful as they fervently cheered him on into possibly capitalizing on this golden opportunity, dashed though those hopes were when witnessing Blanco's sluggish recovery and Death's beleaguered ascension. A faint alertness to her predicament compelling Death into arising out of the crypt as soon as she lethargically could, squinting through her dazed grimace in the millisecond before having her facials smushed against the treads of Blanco's boot with spittle sent flying in a small spray. Careening back inside the coffin with one limp leg and arm hooked onto the casket's edge, Death let out a soft groan with her fulsome chest heaving with each breath taken in her unexpectedly serene state...

[Luncha_Libre]

From on top of the powerful Death Bunny’s shoulders, Blanco was painfully aware of how bad his situation was. And while he couldn’t see the open casket behind him, the deathly sight of it was definitely on his mind … as was doing everything in his power to evade it! So, the luchador put everything he had into the strikes he was laying into Death Bunny with, hammering at the supernaturally powerful woman, clenching his toned thighs around her neck with all his might, fighting for his very life from up on her shoulders! Nearby, Holly watched with wide-eyed terror, hand over her ample chest as she fought to breathe, the tension getting unbearable!

So, when the crowd roared as Blanco dropped and launched Death Bunny with the ‘rana, Holly leapt to her feet and joined them! Buxom figure bouncing and jiggling in elation, Holly clapped furiously, pointing to the body of the statuesque woman laid out in the casket!

“Come on, Mister, finish her off!!” Holly cried out, grinning ear to ear. Blanco was fighting to get up to his feet, on shaky legs, looking completely disheveled from his sweat-matted hair to his tented trunks. He stumbled a bit as he hurried to his legs, but his eyes opened wide as he saw Death Bunny in the casket. There was no time to waste, the luchador knew he had to act now! A quick kick knocked Death Bunny back into the casket, where Blanco could seal her fate!

Blanco stepped up, shoving the woman’s powerful limbs into the casket. The crowd was going wild, thinking they were about to witness history in the making, the defeat of Death Bunny herself in a casket match! Blanco stood tall, chest heaving, his lean muscles seething as he took deep breaths. Holly watched this, biting her lip in excitement. Unable to control herself, Holly stepped up to Blanco and pressed her curves into him, embracing and kissing her man for a long moment, letting him grind on her in an early victory display. They took a long moment to soak it all in, before Blanco realized again what he needed to do … and moved to throw shut the casket lid!

[killcarrion]

Debates could be undertaken as to which experience Death considered a more shameful blemish on her pride after the last few seconds of match time. Whether it was having her bunny-eared head battered between a humid headscissors and Blanco's pitched package swelled against her visage or arising out of her final resting place only to be soccer-kicked into a concussed delirium right back inside the opened casket. Neither were particularly pleasant experiences in her learned opinion. But all of it combined into a showstopping performance by the dynamic luchador whose spirited determination had brought him to be on the cusp of ascending into wrestling legend with a career defining victory. An enthusiastic fandom beginning to believe in miracles as Death seemingly appeared kayoed within the casket even as her flaccid limbs were tucked back inside the coffin. Stirring meekly with a swell to her bosom alongside her panted breaths but nevertheless resting peaceably in one of the few instances that the Cantankerous Cottontail showcased an air of tranquil serenity.

Ringside cameramen being instructed to center their lens on the masked luchador standing victoriously over the mortified mortician in a heroic visual meant to make a definitive statement as to who outwrestled and reigned supreme over the other. A visual complemented with a cinematic flourish by Holly embracing her luchador lover right beside his vanquished adversary. A salacious makeout and victory celebration that fans wondered would continue atop Death's closed casket as it was officially slammed shut by Blanco to the audiences awe-stricken astonishment...except the referee had refrained from signaling the match's conclusion to the timekeeper, pointing at a gloved hand narrowly preventing the casket from being closed down. Whether it was in the middle of a romantic smooch, or them posing and conducting post-match promos with the cameraman at ringside, Death's creeping figure would arise out of her crypt from behind Blanco and Holly. Snatching them by their scalp into a double headbutt, the couple lips touching for a somewhat less romantic kiss before released by DB...

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco staggered away from the casket, a look of wide-eyed shock on his face. Going into this bout, considering Death Bunny’s perfect record in casket matches, he knew he was the underdog. At her size and power alone, he knew he was the underdog. Now, it seemed as it was over … with him sealing her fate, something no wrestler had ever accomplished before! Holly was far less quiet in her reaction, however, letting out a wild, excited shriek as she jumped up and down! Her clinging red dress just a bit too small, her ample breasts threatened to come spilling out as she leapt up and down, her ass peeking out from the bottom of her red skirt, but it didn’t matter to her. Running to Blanco, she leapt into the air and tackled him. Blanco barely had time to plant his feet before catching her, nearly falling on the top of the casket.

The crowd went wild, at least the back half of it. There was no closing bell, no music blasting over the loudspeakers, but for a brief moment it seemed to be over! Holly clung to her man, kissing him exuberantly, body pressed tight against his, grinding against his bulging trunks. Holly pulled away just to stare for a moment, chewing on her lower lip, leaving no question about how she planned to celebrate this win, tonight.

Blanco was swept up in the moment, flush with excitement, but something nagged at him. The cheers of the crowd and Holly mounting him, her heat filling his lungs and leaving him achingly hard, was making it impossible to think. But there was something … he couldn’t remember hearing the bell, and his music wasn’t hitting the speakers. The realization only hit him when he felt a firm hand gripped the back of his skull, and he realized the crowd’s voices weren’t rising just because of him, or Holly’s brazen display! There was an explosion of pain from between his eyes as Death Bunny smashed his and Holly’s heads together, stunning them!
Blanco staggered back and couldn’t help but dump Holly to the floor! The Brit grunted as she hit, moaning in pain and massaging her aching face. Blanco fell to one knee, barely keeping himself upright. Stunned, embarrassed, painfully horny, the luchador was a mess … and just now realizing that Death Bunny was far from done with him!

[killcarrion]

Spectators witnessing what they believed to be history in the making were divided between gobsmacked onlookers and those shielding their faces behind camera phones recording what was transpiring before them. Waiting with bated breaths to see if the dark horse luchador could silence his critics and send his wrestling career rocketing into the stratosphere via striking the final nail in his macabre adversary's coffin. Raucous adulation reigned down from half of the audience once The Reaper was apparently laid to rest with the other half perplexed in disbelief from what they had just witnessed. A picturesque scene unfolding as the triumphant luchador's salacious makeout with his significant other shadowed the seemingly closed casket on the ground...except, there was a reason that storybook endings were reserved for the literary fantasy section of your local public libraries. Confusion abounded amongst backstage personnel who were being denied the instruction to start playing Blanco's theme music as ringside officials waiting on the referee's signaling were kept waiting, the casket steadily opening from within...

Unbeknownst to the smitten couple celebrating their victory a little too early, Death morbidly arose from her crypt like a revenant reborn to a swelled ovation and vengeance driven retribution written on her facials. She steadily approached the amorous pairing and broke up their romantic interlude with a head bashing meeting of the minds between them. Death quaking in restrained rage as she towered over the knelt Blanco, swiping her thumb off her now bruised facials thanks to the luchador plastering her with his vicious thrust kick. The same hand reaching down to clench onto his unkempt locks and haul him back to his wavering feet before having his masked head once again tucked between Bunny Reaper's sweat-swelled thighs. A vantage point familiar to Blanco taken as she hoisted him onto her shoulders with his stiffened crotch smeared against Death's facials. Except unlike last time, a pleasured snuggle against his sack dramatically changed the undertone of the maneuver. Debauched and depraved suckling with humid breaths, and an intended distraction before powerbombing the luchador onto the closed casket.

[Luncha_Libre]

A win like this, over an infamous opponent in their own signature match, was the kind of victory that could make someone’s career. Blanco and Holly both knew it, as they embraced at ringside and soaked in the cheers of the fans. Hearts racing, their bodies flush with excitement, the duo were prepared to celebrate an enormous victory for Blanco. The lithe luchador taking Holly’s curvy body and pressing her tight up against him, the two grinding forcefully as their lips locked and bodies wrapped around one another, some in the crowd wondered how much of a celebration they were about to see in the arena, here …

However, Holly was the first one to realize something was amiss. Feeling Blanco’s manhood against her, she had wanted to just let him do whatever he wanted after putting away an opponent like Death Bunny … but where was the music? The closing bell? The announcer? Unless …

Death Bunny’s shadow fell over the couple, and Holly’s attempt at a warning was muffled by Blanco’s mouth. The luchador had no clue anything was wrong until Death Bunny had them both by the head. Looking at one another in wide-eyed horror, Blanco and Holly’s faces were rocked off one another! With a whimper, Holly fell to the floor while Blanco doubled over, holding his aching face.

“Ugh, wait …” Blanco stammered in bleary-eyed confusion as Death Bunny grabbed him by the hair and dragged him up. “Wait, no!” Blanco called out, as Bunny tucked his head between her strong thighs, leaving him doubled over with his toned ass in the air! Before he knew it, Bunny whipped him up onto her shoulders, helplessly. Blanco thought to tighten his thighs around Bunny’s neck, so he could swing down and reverse this before it was too late … except that Bunny’s face nuzzled firmly against his manhood, right through his tights. Blanco’s already-hard manhood twitched, and he gasped, distracted just long enough for his situation to go from bad to worse …

“AAAAAARGH!” Blanco cried out in pain as Bunny power bombed him across the closed casket! Blanco writhed in pain, squirming on top of the casket with his body stretched out. Grimacing in pain, his abs seething as he gasped for air, Blanco’s fortunes had completely reversed. Going from seemingly total victory to where he was now, splayed out on top of the casket writhing in pain with his hard manhood tenting out his tights in humiliating fashion, Blanco couldn’t look any more in peril than he did now!

[killcarrion]

Playing the role of dastardly villain certainly wasn't a position Death was unaccustomed to, especially given her overall cantankerous nature and macabre demeanor. Burying her adversary's alive and entombing them within caskets for an undisclosed amount of time doesn't exactly earn yourself a favorable outlook amongst her fellow wrestlers backstage. But quite literally breaking up this touching moment between star-crossed lovers by knocking their heads together seemed like an especially villainous action in the moment, even for her. Well however it portrayed her, Death certainly hoped these two numbskulls hadn't already popped any champagne bottles when it came to celebrating their perceived victory which could have catapulted Blanco's wrestling career into super stardom. Because a certain Avatar Of Death had an exceptionally vast degree of pent-up frustration over this entire match, and doling out some well justified vengeance was Numero Uno one on her list of priorities right now. The masked luchador being targeted first for obvious reasons with another attempt at a powerbomb. Except this time Blanco's presented manhood was indulged in once he was hefted upon her shoulders, no sign of Death's panting facials visible against his marble white package and twitched rigidity. Until delivering on her powerbomb with vicious authority upon the now indented coffin.

"...*Phew*..." Death panting softly through pursed lips as she straightened herself out, passing a hand through her fuchsia locks with the faint remnants of Blanco's musk still on her mind and casting a judgmental glare at Blanco's package. "Flattered though I'd be if that was meant for me, I get the feeling this pitched tent was thanks to your better half..." Death remarked before striding over towards the floored Holly, still cradling her battered face and perhaps unaware of the encroaching shadow behind her until the Reaper reached down for a clawed handful of the Brit's flowing hair. A yanked fulcrum meant to straighten Holly up to her knees to come face to face with a hunched over Death. Who'd cup her chin and purse her lips into an embarrassing smushed kissy face. "...whose thoroughly garnered my attention now. Who am I to separate you two lovebirds anyway? Whatsay you two continue where you left off before I so rudely interrupted?" Death snarled out with a malicious glare before standing upright and walking Holly by her tugged locks on her hands and knees towards the splayed out Blanco. Death brutishly hoisting the Brit up to a standing position before tucking her head into an assertive front headlock, snatching the side of her dress into the preamble to uplifting Holly into a vertical suplex for several stalling seconds...until splashing forward atop the spreadeagled Blanco in a release gourdbuster.