Brittany and Death Bunny vs Taylor Parker(c)

Taylor stuck out her tongue while she watched Death Bunny start to step through the ropes. The bigger, bunny-eared girl covered the distance across the ring in record time, just as Brittany kicked to break the pin.

"Oh, sh-"

Taylor threw herself to the side and rolled just inches away from DB's boot. She rolled back over her shoulder and slid back under the bottom rope, and she was safely out of the ring before anyone could keep up.

"Phew!" She grinned up at Death Bunny while she paced around the outside of the ring. "So angry! Are you still sooore?" She pouted, and hopped up onto the apron, motioning for the other two wrestlers to stay back.

"Okay, now shoo! One at a time!"

Brittany had managed to kick out of the pin just as Death Bunny came to help her. "Thanks but i had that under control. She just got lucky." Brittany said as she got to her feet. Brittany hated getting saved but Taylor had always been a tough one to handle. So, Brittany was thankful Death Bunny came to help even if she would never say it out loud.

"Do you want in?" Brittany would ask as she eyed Taylor. Brittany didn't want to switch out but if she let Taylor wear her down too much than she would just be throwing the match away.

The echoing stomp on the mat from where Taylor used to be reverberated slightly across the canvas, D.B. scoffing at how close she was to caving in her stomach just then. Seeing Taylor swiftly avoid the kick as well as exit herself out of the ring in practically one fluid motion reminded D.B. of how frustratingly slippery she could be if given the opportunity...

"...I know you did, Brit. I was jus gettin bored back there anyway...needed some action to break up the monotony..." Along with Brittany, D.B.'s piercing glare never left the punk rock champion as she traipsed along the ring even while the Viper was speaking right next to her. Strange to hear Brittany offer her any sign of gratitude for the save considering just moments ago she was practically declaring herself to need not one shred of help against Taylor and saw D.B. as nothing more than hindrance. A few minutes with Taylor seemingly knocking all that cocky bravado right out of her. D.B. glanced in her direction when she requested the tag in, knowing full well from the sound in her voice that she may have needed the rest more than she was letting on.

"Meh, why not? Not like I got anything better to do around here..." D.B. would tap her shoulder for an unofficial tag in the ref let slide in this instance. "Jus make sure to pay it forward if she gets lucky against me...s'all I ask..." Striding towards the middle of the ring, D.B. would bend low and prop her arm on her thigh, a vengeful sneer on her face as she extended her other index finger towards Taylor and coiled it back and forth to beckon the punk ass champion back in the ring...

Brittany felt Death Bunny tap her shoulder and Brittany made her way to her corner. "Don't worry, i won't let her win." Brittany said as she climbed through the ropes. "Just don't let your ass get kicked too easily." Brittany said as she eyed Taylor. "Also don't break her too much. I still want to make her scream myself."

Taylor stayed put until the snake was safely stowed at the side of the ring, and then slipped inside herself. From that point, her eyes never strayed from her stoic opponent.

"Whatya say, should we start this off right?" Taylor said with a lopsided smirk, extending her hand out toward DB, an unspoken dare to try something. "Or are you... too... scared?"

"I think the real question..." Meeting Taylor in the middle of the ring, D.B. slowly seemed to raise her hand and grasp Taylor's in what appeared to be an amicable handshake."...How scared are you? Going through any withdraws from not having your dearest mommy in the corner to cheer you on? See, I caught you looking for her earlier. Maybe us Coalition gals should pay her a visit after this to make sure she's okay?"

D.B. would grow a creeping sneer over her face while also bearing down on the hand shake by crunching Taylor's fingers together and flexing her bicep in her increasingly vice-like grasp...

Taylor clasped Death Bunny's hand and looked up at the taller girl. She looked small by comparison, and shorter still taking into account the long, floppy bunny ears.

"Nah, I've still got some people to cheer-"

She was cut short by Death Bunny's not-so-subtle threat, and her face was instantly grim. A sudden sick feeling dropped into her stomach, and her hands tingled. She glared up at DB, not letting on at all about the pain in her hand as it was crushed. She squeezed back, but Death Bunny was stronger.

Fuck.

"Fuuuuuck..." She hissed. "YOU!"

She grabbed a handful of DB's purple hair and yanked her down to her own level, and reared back to try to savagely bash her forehead into the bridge of DB's nose.

Whether her threat had any truth to it or not, D.B.'s main intention was to get under Taylor's skin partly to mess with her head and perhaps have her make an error in judgment during the match from being heated up...but also just to satiate the occasional sadistic urge that cropped up from time to time to mentally torment her opponents.

"Hggh!!" D.B. winced from having her head dragged down to Taylor's level by her purple locks after her words touched off on just the right nerves. Bunny recognized the setup instantly upon witnessing her opponent rear back, immediately relinquishing her grip in the crushing handshake to dig both her hands into Taylor's blonde/red dye job and keep her head in place before she could let loose with even one headbutt.

Gritting her teeth and exerting as much bull force as possible, Bunny maintained her clenching grip while stomping forward to press the punk champion against the nearest turnbuckle...

Taylor's whole body tensed and she white-knuckled DB's hair while the bigger girl forced her back. She stomped all the way back to the corner and stopped against the turnbuckles with a grunt. She braced a palm against Death Bunny's face to keep her back, and held up her other hand to show the referee she wasn't doing anything, and waited for the rope break.

"Out of the corner! One! Two!"

Overwhelming Taylor with brute force, D.B. maintained her clenching grasp on the roots of her blonde locks well after she had eased up off of her tugging grip on Bunny's hair. Even with the ref barking numbers in her ear and the incessant boos from the crowd she persisted in wrenching Taylor's head back over the top turnbuckle, snarling her teeth as she was finally allowed to vent some semblance of frustration over their last tag match.

"Alright...alright!! I'm backing off, see~..." At the count of four and half, D.B. ultimately relinquished her own grip and raised her arms high in the air as if she were ordered to by local law enforcement. Backpedaling slowly to ease up off the punk champion and apparently adhering to the dutiful referee, at the last second D.B. would bring down one of her hands for a meaty open palm smack right above Taylor's wide open chest.