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

[killcarrion]

Being of diminutive size and stature all but ensured rallied fervor from Halloween fans prone to backing the underdog. Amplified moreso considering the seemingly insurmountable task she signed up for this night of conquering and closing the casket on a veritable legend within the industry. One whose reputation and bunny eared shadow preceded her as she marched up the unnecessarily elongated entrance ramp in pursuit of her retreating devotee. Death offering Hallow the benefit of the doubt and assuming her foe's withdrawal wasn't a sign of cowardice but rather a necessary tactic in giving herself more time to strategize...or she can just be turning tail and fleeing the stadium. Regardless of the motives, Hallow's jawline suffered all the same once the seasonal specter was swirled around into a hammered right hook that eventually turned her legs into quivered gelatin on her way down to her knees. Death's statuesque figure standing upright over the hobbled Hallow before reaching down to attempt snatching her hair when her foe sprang to life with a rocketing headbutt straight into Death's midsection. "OOPH!!!" Huffed exhales taken as the Reaper stumbled backwards on uneven footing, clawed grips on Hallow ensuring they'd both be sent plummeting off the side of the ramp in a six foot decent to uproarious adulation all around them. Halloween decorations cushioning what they could of the pairings fall, although with Death taking the brunt of the collapse as he remained sprawled out in a scowling daze with Hallow settled atop her.

[BlackAkuma]

Ha! That worked!

Halloween had always gotten her best success in matches when she came at her opponents from unorthodox angles, and there were precious few crazier things she could do than using her skull as a battering ram. Silly as it was, though, it worked and worked well, driving the air clean out of Death Bunny and finally putting her on the backfoot. Now, if she could just let go of her hair, that would be good…

…crap.

They both wound up going down, and it sucked for both of them. Probably more for Death Bunny, since she wound up on the bottom, the fall was rough on Halloween as well, as they fell in the midst of a small pumpkin patch. She forward, flopping over her foes prone body, her face coming down right in the middle of Death Bunny’s blossoming bosom.

So maybe it wasn’t so bad, then. Halloween didn’t hate the feeling, but she knew she didn’t have time to indulge - Death Bunny had gone through for more hell than a fall like that and gotten up from it. She pushed her way up and reached out for the first thing she could get her hands on, a medium-sized pumpkin. She gripped it tight, raised it over her up, and smashed it down right on Death Bunny’s head with obliterating force.

[killcarrion]

Death couldn't believe that worked. Kamizake spears from out of nowhere should have probably been expected though despite the fact it was potentially detrimental to all parties involved. The old saying goes, desperation breeds innovation. And in retrospect, few situations fit that description as well as Halloweens. The innovative tackle taking the starch out of Death's cowlick alongside the air out of her lungs after the precipitous plummet smashed them through the seasonal decorations to uproarious adulation from the audience at the chaos unfolding before them. Death's basic instincts to brace herself for the fall mitigated some damage at least as her clawed handful of Hallow's locks ensured she'd be taken for the ride as well. The Rabbit Reaper serving as an unwilling crash pad for Hallow as set decorations went flying with her face nuzzled betwixt Death's heaving pair. "Tch...If you think that's gonna be enough ta-" Death snarled out loud towards Hallow straddling her midsection as she started arising with grimaced anguish, an uplifted head and one of her legs shuffled up to her knees...when she'd receive Hallow's rebuttal via a pumpkin splatted against the reaper's facials. Splattered orange pulp and various pumpkin bits now covering the entirety of Death's head as she settled back down after a twitched uptick of her legs to her aforementioned splayed-out daze...

[BlackAkuma]

The crowd looked on in shock as Halloween brought the pumpkin crashing down on Death Bunny’s grim visage, shattering it and burying her face in a pile of pulp. It was surreal to watch, like a lioness being taken down by a cub - some things just did not make visual sense. But there was no denying what was before them: Halloween was on top. For now.

No one was more surprised by that than Halloween herself, even though her hands had been the ones that laid out her idol. Now, one question remained: What was she going to do next?

Halloween panted, catching her breath as she looked over at the casket that was way…way...over there. In reality, it was only about thirty feet from their current position, but that was a long way when you had to drag someone nearly twice your size. To say nothing of the difficulty it would take for her to get Death Bunny into the coffin once she got there…

But, screw it, if she wanted this to be easy, she wouldn’t have challenged the heavyweight veteran in the first place. Whinging about the challenge wouldn’t make it any easier. Suck it up, buttercup.

She stood up, grabbed hold of Death Bunny’s wrist, and started dragging her back toward the ring, one agonizing step at a time. ”Geez, you are…actually heavier than you look. Come on, come on…”