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Jinx quietly paced the inside of the ring, absorbing the loud responses her presence brought throat the building. A healthy mix of cheers and jeers, which for someone who prided herself on dismantling the squeaky clean cuties in the roster was impressive. It seemed as though even with all her heelish tendencies her work, however humiliating for her opponents, was respected among some of the viewers. She didn’t mind the boos though, in her mind any reaction was better than none. They knew who she was, love or hate, that notoriety was something she lived for.

Idly she twirled a microphone between her fingers. Each time she had brought it close to her lips the crowd had raised an octave in an effort to drown one another out, and she wasn’t really in the mood to talk over them, not tonight. So she waited, making her way to a corner and climbing up onto the turnbuckle to kick her feet while she waited. Once they had started to settle, the feline fighter raises a hand calling for silence to which the crowd due to impatience or weariness listened. With a fanged smirk, she brought the microphone to her lips.

“You know… I’m really starting to think management is trying to fatten me up, feeding me all these fresh girls. While I’m the hungry sort, I have a taste for gold and all these cheap dollar store wrestlers keep getting caught in my teeth... Annoying.” Jinx brought a pinkie to her mouth, working the nail between her teeth as a demonstration as she picked at them. Withdrawing her finger she turned it over to look over what she might have found then gave it a disgusted flick to pantomime discarding something from her hand.

“I’m not here to babysit the kiddiepool, I’m here to knock heads, tap tramps, and get a shiny new belt around my waist with my name etched in those tiny side plates. So I’m putting out a call to all you scaredy cats in the back who duck me out that fire exit when I am on the prowl.” Jinx kicked her legs out, hopping down off the corner to land with practiced ease, gracefully striding across the ring to glare down at the entry ramp.

“I need some real championship material to sharpen my claws on to show all of you that the real champ isn’t the girls with gold who only come out for those big money pay-per-view paydays, It’s ME. And I want my damn shot. So get out here so I can tear you to pieces!” She snarled into the microphone, burning amber eyes glaring at the stage in waiting with a wide grin. This wasn’t the first time she had called out the veterans of the brand. Sooner or later someone was going to take her up on the offer...

The arena went dark to the gasps and cries among the crowd. In pitch blackness, Jinx’s grin faded, a brow quirked as she straightened up. Among the stands, screens of cell phones illuminated faces, but not enough to reach the ring. Jinx slowly moved away from the ropes, giving the microphone a light toss, the feedback as it bounced off the ring making confused waters cringe. Waiting in the void, the feline fighter’s ear twitched… a sound?

“Nobody sneaks up on me, Mrawr!” With a harsh pivot on her heel, Jinx whirled around in the dark, fingers curled into gnarled claws. She collided with something and felt the warmth of something speckle her hands. She clenched her fist as the grin returned ready to face whoever had been dumb enough to come out here to face her… But when the lights came back up, with them was an outcry of fanfare from the crowd that was deafening in comparison to her own. Before her stood proof that misfortune loomed within the arena tonight as the veteran figure of one of the most well-known competitors in the league towered over Jinx’s height. Glaring from the shadow of her wide-brimmed hat, there was no doubting this was the dead woman herself Death Bunny.

“Eh...heh…” Jinx slowly leaned back from her readied combat hunch to stand, reaching up to tug lightly at her cat collar. She felt a wetness transfer from her fingers in that moment against her neck and glanced down to examine her hand, turning it over to see the blood along her nails. She blinked, slowly looking up to the other woman, cringing preemptively as she saw the fresh claw marks raked across the woman’s cheek.

Death Bunny looked on with cold indifference, seemingly unphased by the gentle trickle of blood across her features, instead, she brought up a glove to give it a hard tightening tug. Jinx could swear she could hear the women’s knuckles cracking from here when she flexed her fingers. This had been a mistake. A huge misunderstanding. Of all the people in the back why her? Jinx quickly looked around, spotting the microphone at her feet she gave it a small side bump with her foot, sweeping it away from the two of them.

“Ah ha, y-you thought I was calling out anybody… nonono. Just… Those other girls back there.” Jinx waved a hand back up towards the ramp, chuckling nervously. “That’s fine, yeah… honest mistake. No need to trouble yourself so… You can go now.” Death Bunny wasn’t moving… just… staring with what seemed to be slowly narrowing eyes. Tonight was not going to go well, was it?

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Sometimes its fun to remember that as cool a character as Jinx can be, as malicious and dangerous as her kicks and submissions are... she is still a bit of a coward when she knows she is up against someone outside of her league. An opportunist through and through, there is a limit to how far cunning and skullduggery can get you when you butt heads with industry titans. In our particular community, Death Bunny is one of the top dogs and if there is anything a good cat knows, its when to scratch and run.
Jinx is my beloved little kitten
Death Bunny is roleplayed by a friend of mine
Fun art by
Writing by with approval of Thanks!

Death "Killer Rabbit from Hell" Bunny is originally from Wrestle! Idol

Description

Jinx quietly paced the inside of the ring, absorbing the loud responses her presence brought throat the building. A healthy mix of cheers and jeers, which for someone who prided herself on dismantling the squeaky clean cuties in the roster was impressive. It seemed as though even with all her heelish tendencies her work, however humiliating for her opponents, was respected among some of the viewers. She didn’t mind the boos though, in her mind any reaction was better than none. They knew who she was, love or hate, that notoriety was something she lived for.

Idly she twirled a microphone between her fingers. Each time she had brought it close to her lips the crowd had raised an octave in an effort to drown one another out, and she wasn’t really in the mood to talk over them, not tonight. So she waited, making her way to a corner and climbing up onto the turnbuckle to kick her feet while she waited. Once they had started to settle, the feline fighter raises a hand calling for silence to which the crowd due to impatience or weariness listened. With a fanged smirk, she brought the microphone to her lips.

“You know… I’m really starting to think management is trying to fatten me up, feeding me all these fresh girls. While I’m the hungry sort, I have a taste for gold and all these cheap dollar store wrestlers keep getting caught in my teeth... Annoying.” Jinx brought a pinkie to her mouth, working the nail between her teeth as a demonstration as she picked at them. Withdrawing her finger she turned it over to look over what she might have found then gave it a disgusted flick to pantomime discarding something from her hand.

“I’m not here to babysit the kiddiepool, I’m here to knock heads, tap tramps, and get a shiny new belt around my waist with my name etched in those tiny side plates. So I’m putting out a call to all you scaredy cats in the back who duck me out that fire exit when I am on the prowl.” Jinx kicked her legs out, hopping down off the corner to land with practiced ease, gracefully striding across the ring to glare down at the entry ramp.

“I need some real championship material to sharpen my claws on to show all of you that the real champ isn’t the girls with gold who only come out for those big money pay-per-view paydays, It’s ME. And I want my damn shot. So get out here so I can tear you to pieces!” She snarled into the microphone, burning amber eyes glaring at the stage in waiting with a wide grin. This wasn’t the first time she had called out the veterans of the brand. Sooner or later someone was going to take her up on the offer...

The arena went dark to the gasps and cries among the crowd. In pitch blackness, Jinx’s grin faded, a brow quirked as she straightened up. Among the stands, screens of cell phones illuminated faces, but not enough to reach the ring. Jinx slowly moved away from the ropes, giving the microphone a light toss, the feedback as it bounced off the ring making confused waters cringe. Waiting in the void, the feline fighter’s ear twitched… a sound?

“Nobody sneaks up on me, Mrawr!” With a harsh pivot on her heel, Jinx whirled around in the dark, fingers curled into gnarled claws. She collided with something and felt the warmth of something speckle her hands. She clenched her fist as the grin returned ready to face whoever had been dumb enough to come out here to face her… But when the lights came back up, with them was an outcry of fanfare from the crowd that was deafening in comparison to her own. Before her stood proof that misfortune loomed within the arena tonight as the veteran figure of one of the most well-known competitors in the league towered over Jinx’s height. Glaring from the shadow of her wide-brimmed hat, there was no doubting this was the dead woman herself Death Bunny.

“Eh...heh…” Jinx slowly leaned back from her readied combat hunch to stand, reaching up to tug lightly at her cat collar. She felt a wetness transfer from her fingers in that moment against her neck and glanced down to examine her hand, turning it over to see the blood along her nails. She blinked, slowly looking up to the other woman, cringing preemptively as she saw the fresh claw marks raked across the woman’s cheek.

Death Bunny looked on with cold indifference, seemingly unphased by the gentle trickle of blood across her features, instead, she brought up a glove to give it a hard tightening tug. Jinx could swear she could hear the women’s knuckles cracking from here when she flexed her fingers. This had been a mistake. A huge misunderstanding. Of all the people in the back why her? Jinx quickly looked around, spotting the microphone at her feet she gave it a small side bump with her foot, sweeping it away from the two of them.

“Ah ha, y-you thought I was calling out anybody… nonono. Just… Those other girls back there.” Jinx waved a hand back up towards the ramp, chuckling nervously. “That’s fine, yeah… honest mistake. No need to trouble yourself so… You can go now.” Death Bunny wasn’t moving… just… staring with what seemed to be slowly narrowing eyes. Tonight was not going to go well, was it?

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Sometimes its fun to remember that as cool a character as Jinx can be, as malicious and dangerous as her kicks and submissions are... she is still a bit of a coward when she knows she is up against someone outside of her league. An opportunist through and through, there is a limit to how far cunning and skullduggery can get you when you butt heads with industry titans. In our particular community, Death Bunny is one of the top dogs and if there is anything a good cat knows, its when to scratch and run.
Jinx is my beloved little kitten
Death Bunny is roleplayed by a friend of mine
Fun art by
Writing by with approval of Thanks!

Death "Killer Rabbit from Hell" Bunny is originally from Wrestle! Idol