Brittany and Death Bunny vs Taylor Parker(c)

Brittany watched as Taylor made the most out of Brittany's throw by using it to attack Death Bunny. Brittany however, had a smile on her face as she charged at Taylor from behind. "You shouldn't be paying attention to her bitch!" Brittany said as she was going to crush Taylor in the corner by ramming her shoulder into Taylor's spine.

"AAAGH!"

Taylor let out a mangled scream as she folded backwards before being smashed into the corner. She crumpled to her knees, held up only by her arms draped over the ropes. She shut her eyes and gritted her teeth as she struggled in vain to straighten up.

Brittany took a few steps back to admire her handiwork as Taylor clung to the ropes in pain. "Oh man, that looks like it hurt." Brittany said as she would take a step forward to kick Taylor in the back of her head.

"Ok, time to get up." Brittany would say as she would grab Taylor's hair to pull Taylor to her feet. Brittany then smiled at Death Bunny before slamming Taylor's head into the corner several times before letting go of her opponent. "You're not so tough now, are you?

Taylor started to push herself up with her arms, but Brittany's boot hit the back of her head and bounced her face off the turnbuckle, smashing her nose against it.

"Fuck..." She muttered. She put one hand to her nose to check for blood. "Aie!" She cried out as Brittany pulled on her hair again and forced her up to her feet. Again and again, she was pounded face-first against the top turnbuckle, and when Brittany finally let go Taylor dropped straight down.

This time blood trickled out of her nose, her once perfect nose, which had been left crooked months earlier by Angel's superkick. She sat on the mat, kneeling with her butt between her ankles, and pawed out at the ropes. She couldn't see straight, though her instincts screamed at her to turn around, get up, defend herself, fight back.

Brittany watched as Taylor just fell to the ground holding her nose and trying to regain her senses. "Sorry, did i break your precious nose? Well it won't be the only thing i break tonight." Brittany said as she would grab Taylor's hair again to harshly pull Taylor' her feet one more time. "Of course i don't want to be the only one who has fun." Brittany said as she would slam Taylor's head into the turnbuckle again before extending her hand to motion for Death Bunny to make the tag.

By the time Brittany was giving Taylor her own head banging treatment and rearranging her face all over the turnbuckles, D.B. had already climbed back up to the apron for a front seat view of the oh-so satisfying sight playing out in front of her. Taylor's ill-conceived plan to go for a cheap shot on DB instead of keeping her eyes on the Viper in the ring was a sign that she was buckling to the pressure and making stupid mistakes as a result.

"Gladly..." D.B. remarked with a malicious undertone as she tagged herself in. Lurching behind Taylor with nothing but pure malice on her face, D.B. would dig her hands into Taylor's scalp and yank the the champions neck back into a dragon sleeper hold, arching Taylor's spine while gradually walking backwards until the pair were in the middle of the ring.

"Let's you and I have a nice, long chat, eh Sparky?" With several exaggerated torques of the sleeper hold to keep Taylor subdued, D.B. would unexpectedly drop down to drive her knee into Taylor's spine...only to stand back up and repeat the vicious action twice more, strangling the air out of the champion in the hold while simultaneously assaulting her tortured lumbar. The unsettling actions made many in the audience wince on reaction from each blow, until D.B. seemingly paused and allowed Taylor to hang there limply,  scanning the crowd briefly to see the looks on all the Taylor Parker fans before crashing back in a reverse DDT on the punk champion.

"Rrrrrrgh... Ghhk..."

Taylor struggled against DB's powerful arms as she was bent having to awkwardly shuffle backward to the middle of the ring. She bared her teeth and caught a glimpse of her opponent over her, trying just to get enough breath to stay alive until she was free, but Death Bunny made sure it was an eternity before that happened.

She cried out with each punishing drop over the bunny's knee, her back paralyzed and in screaming pain, before the final drop came.

Bang!

The crowd could hardly watch as the back of Taylor's head slammed into the mat, and she didn't so much as kick. She laid sprawled flat on the mat, with half-lidded eyes staring up at the lights.

The reverberations from the falling reverse DDT were still being felt throughout the canvas as D.B. sprang back up to her knees, her arms hanging limply at her sides as she surveyed the heaving mess sprawled out in front of her. The satisfying sight gave D.B. a brief moment of clarity and reflection. Only just a few weeks she was a relative unknown oddity in the league squandering her time away in the under card...now here she was orchestrating the destruction of the world champion herself, a shining example of one of the more incomprehensible roads out of the gutter and onto a higher stage. The absurdity of how this came to pass could be thought on later though...

"Don't look like much of a champion now, do ya?" D.B. sneered before climbing back up to her feet, grabbing Taylor's arm and flipping her over to lay on her front in the process. With Taylor hopelessly laid out in a slump and her head facing the ramp, D.B. would non-nonchalantly sit her blue-jeaned rump onto the champions sore lumbar to keep her docile, spreading her legs out wide to maintain her dominant position. But instead of going for a camel clutch or something along those lines, D.B. would reach down and yank Taylor's head off the mat by her pigtails so she could get an unobstructed view of the ramp right in front of her.

"So tell me, Sparky? Who's it gonna be? Who's gonna come racing down that aisle to save your ass this time?! The red-haired fangirl?!...That Kraut GM?!...Your mom?!....Your husband?!....The 200 pound gorilla?!...How about that whole fucking dojo?!" Shouting at the top of her voice, after each of D.B.'s suggestions the bunny girl would slap Taylor in the back of the head with more and more force, a wild eyed look in her eyes as if she had gone feral. "You know how many contenders around here DIDN'T need rematches or constant interferences to get their championships?!" D.B. would lean closer and cryptically whisper the next few words. "They say Gwendolyn is the Fake Champion...I say they're looking at the wrong blonde..." With that D.B. would slam Taylor's face to the mat with an emphatic thud...

"Nnh..." Taylor moaned as she rolled onto her stomach. One leg curled up to the side while she instinctively tried to get up, one hand to her aching forehead. Death Bunny's weight on her back stopped her before she could start.

"Wha-" She groggily tried to get her bearings, and then more blinding pain as she was bent backward. "AaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAH!" She screamed, her voice breaking and getting louder until she ran out of air. She was silenced by DB's slaps, and her head bounced limply in her grasp until she was smashed into the mat. A faint trace of blood began to pool under her face where she lay almost motionless.

D.B. rested her arms on her knees after doling out her own two cents on this entire disjointed mess involving the World Championship. One she was forced to acquaint herself with after becoming enlisted with Kelly in the first place, reading up on former champions in this league to get a better grasp on this place's insane history.

She remained perched on the bloody champion for several more seconds before hoisting herself back up to her feet, standing over Taylor as she glared downward with a dead eyed grimace, the champion starting to bleed out onto the mat. Boos and even cries for the ref to call the match could be heard off in the distance, but this was a match Taylor wanted. Who was she to deny a champion what she asked for?

Bending down to hook her arms around Taylor's, D.B.would gradually raise the fallen champion back to her wobbly feet. The bunny girl let Taylor lurch forward limply in her grasp before heaving her high off the ground by their entangled arms. With her entire body straining from the stress, D.B. would allow countless flashing cameras to capture the torturous sight before swiftly grabbing Taylor's thighs and implanting her face first to the canvas in a double chickenwing facebuster.