Brittany and Death Bunny vs Taylor Parker(c)

"Back the fuck up, you piece of shit," Taylor snarled through her teeth while Death Bunny kept her pressed against the corner. When finally the bunny was forced to let go, or else risk disqualification, Taylor prepared to attack, but she waited a split second too long.

"Guuuuh!" Bunny's hand struck Taylor's upper chest with a resounding smack, and the crowd winced. Taylor was knocked back against the turnbuckle before she doubled over, sitting on the middle turnbuckle with one hand holding the top rope and the other on her chest.

"You're way too easy to rile up, ya know that?" D.B. teased with a smirk on her face as she shook her limp hand at the wrist to emphasize the amount of force she delivered with that thunderous smack to her chest now branded with a fresh red welt. D.B.'s plan to get Taylor even remotely off her game had eventually offered her an opening she now fully intended to exploit.


Reaffirming her grasp on the punk champions pony tailed hair style, D.B.'s hands would fold behind Taylor's head and used this grip to yank her out of the corner to about mid-ring. While keeping her slouched over, D.B. would batter Taylor's midsection with several fierce knee strikes, culminating with one clubbing forearm strike to her spine, all in an effort to hopefully keep her stunned and winded enough to set her up for the next maneuver.

"Ah!" Taylor cried out from the sudden jerk on her hair. She stumbled along after DB, both hands holding the girl's wrists to keep from losing all of her hair, until a sudden knee strike nearly folded her in half.

"Unngh!" She would have sunk down, but Death Bunny's grip on her hair kept her up just high enough for the next knee. Taylor shielded her midsection with her arms, but the punishing knee strikes bruised her forearms.

Finally, DB dropped her with a heavy shot to the back. She fell to her hands and knees and shook her head to clear it. She couldn't afford to get beaten up and manhandled like this in a handicap match. She had to focus.

The tempo of the match had petered down to an inching crawl with the satisfying sight of Taylor crumpling to her hand and knees before D.B. The dreaded feeling of Taylor perhaps being in over her head was sinking into the collective consciousness and worried minds of her fans, a slow clap echoing to urge their champion back into the match. With D.B. looming tall over her and unable to hide a wide smirk on her face as a result of the pummeling she was giving Taylor, she bent over and started her own mock clapping right into the punk champion's ear.

"Come on Taylor, you can do it...we're all rooting for you~..." D.B. snarked as she reached down to hoist Taylor back up to her feet, this time by way of wrapping her arm around her neck in tight side headlock. Once the punk champion was back on her feet, D.B. would place Taylor's arm behind her neck, clasp the side of Taylor's jean shorts and heave her opponent high over head in a delayed vertical suplex. D.B. would groan out loud as she flexed every muscle in her body to maintain the dominant display of strength and keep Taylor hanging for extended airtime, seconds passing on by before attempting to slam her down to the canvas.

Taylor lifted her head to glare up at the towering Bunny while she bent down to taunt her. "You bitch..." She spat.

Before she could fight back, DB had her in a tight headlock, and before she had time to worry about that she was lifted up like a rag doll and suspended upside down. The crowd was just as vocal with their amazement as they were with their displeasure.

Shit, shit, shit... The humiliation of hanging there upside down, waiting for the fall, stung Taylor's pride, but she tried to focus. She told herself that she could take the suplex, and she tried to plan her next move. She was okay. She'd turn it around in no time. She just had to-

BANG!

"Aaahhhhhhgh!" Taylor cried out and sprung halfway up from the mat, arching her back and clenching her fists. As soon as her body would listen again, she rolled for the ropes, once sideways and once over her shoulder, and looked back to keep an eye on her beastly opponent.

Keeping Taylor aloft for as long as her toned body would allow was just as much a psychological gambit as it was a physical one, allowing the blood to rush to her head and the sense of dread to rattle her nerves. Once D.B.'s toned frame started to shake from the strain she fell to her back with the impact from the delayed vertical suplex reverberating throughout the canvas and widening the eyes of all in attendance.

D.B. herself would sit back up with her arms resting on the knees of her bent legs, scanning the entirety of the audience with her soulless eyes with jeering boos in response to the obvious turn in the tide of the match. Spinning over to her side to maintain eye contact on the fleeing champion, D.B. knew better than to let Taylor out of her sights and stood back up to follow her to the ropes until she stood directly in front of her.

"S' not so easy dealing with me without your 200 pound gorilla as backup is it?" With Taylor still on her knees and backed against the ropes, if uninterrupted D.B. would clasp the cuff of Taylor's tattered t-shirt and attempt to wail several jabs to her face to keep her docile and just for the satisfying look on Taylor's face while being introduced to her fist repeatedly.

Taylor forced herself to her feet, leaning back against the ropes for support. When she looked at the much larger woman stalking toward her, she could only think of her mother-in-law. If she lost here, would they go after her? Or was that just Death Bunny getting in her head? Could she take that chance?

And she was losing the match. She ignored the nagging doubts that clawed at the darkened edges of her consciousness, and doggedly clung to the moment, the problem at hand, in this case DB grabbing a fistful of her shirt.

She saw the tall girl pull back a fist, and her blue eyes widened. She acted fast, out of desperation, and ducked. She dropped straight down, arms up over her head, and slipped completely out of her shirt, leaving it to dangle in Bunny's hand while Taylor slipped nimbly around behind her. Her upper body was covered only by her hot black bra, and angel wing tattoo. She wrapped her arms around her in a tight waistlock, pulled her back and got low.

She exploded back with a German suplex on Death Bunny, bridging her body and holding her in place for a pin on a wing and a prayer.

Having Taylor backed up against the ropes opened up a world of options on how to continue the momentum of the match in her favor, D.B. even considering tagging Brittany back in for the righteous payback she was apparently aching for. But even if Brittany was nothing like her old tag team partner, D.B. was still harboring certain trust issues in the ring in regards to the abilities of her other Coalition members, for now content to continue tenderizing the punk champion herself.

With D.B. still gripping Taylor's ripped tank-top, the bunny girl cocked back her clenched fist before the sudden weightlessness in her hand caused her to stumble forward a step from no longer having Taylor in her clutches. Before she could turn around to keep up with Taylor's swift sidestep she felt the constriction around her waist with Taylor's chest pressed against her back. D.B. tossed the t-shirt away and clawed at the arms around her waist as she was pulled back before being flipped through the air and sent crashing on her neck and shoulders with a resounding thud!

"1!"

Hunched over with her entire weight bearing down on her neck, the nearby counting of the ref startled D.B. out of her stunned stupor enough to shoot her legs out and roll to her side before he could get to the two count, groaning and holding the back of head as she worked her back up.

Taylor did her best to ignore her pain and rolled over to keep up with Death Bunny. She lunged as the girl was standing up. She launched a meteoric knee strike straight into her face and ran her over.

"HhhhhhhHAH!"

Still groggy from the bridging german suplex, Bunny's ascension back to her feet was slower than usual and left her wide open for the champions tide-turning assault. Although she raised one arm at the last second to partially block the high impact knee strike as soon as she got back to her feet, D.B. was still sent stumbling back against the ropes with one hand holding her head and still reeling from the force of the blow that did connect with her cringing face.