Muriel Spencer vs. Death Bunny ~Today's Subject: Zoology 101! Today's Lesson: Lagomorphs!~

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Several unanswered seconds would pass by before pitch darkness descended upon the arena and the ghastly pulsations of D.B.'s techno theme encompassed the arena. Grisly and morose images of deathly symbols on the Titantron would be the main source of illumination, dampening the alleviated mood from the previous entrance. Her wide-brimmed hat kept her lowered head hidden from sight as the bunny girl trudged out from behind the curtains with her hands in her tattered trench-coat pockets.

Their was a certain buzz of anticipation surrounding this match considering it was her first on-screen tussle since her notoriously infamous handicap match several months back. Her heinous track record in the ring having earned her a reputation of someone who although may not get many opponents on her dance card, her appearances and the controversy-laden aftermath that ensues are absolutely worth the prolonged absence.

Beneath her perpetually scowling facade, D.B. was earnestly aching to put her skills to the test once more without the unnecessary baggage or drama that came from the Dojo/Coalition feud. Constant training bouts and the occasional underground money fight were keeping her primed and focused in the meantime, although this very well may have just been something to sharpen her teeth on until Kelly eventually comes crying to her once more to save her All-American backside.

Stomping up the steel steps until she finally entered the ring, D.B.'s tipping of her hat off her purple haired head would signal the house lights to brighten up the arena and for her theme to fade away. The sinful appeal of her scant attire combined with her notorious reputation led to rather a mixed reaction of fervent boos and mild catcalls. After hooking up her hat and trench-coat on the metal turnbuckle, D.B. would approach the middle of the ring with a cock-eyed expression towards Spencer. In her head swearing that she looked eerily similar to one of her middle school teachers...

"You know, your sumo buddy has been a particular 200 pound pain in the ass for me..." Bunny addressed towards Spencer in a commanding tone with her arms folded across her puffed out chest. Briefly researching Spencer's past brought up that little tidbit of information that tied her to Akashi...

D.B. grimaced from the first introductory words out of the Canadian teacher's mouth. Hearing Spencer's authoritarian manner of speaking and being addressed by her last name like that brought up unpleasant memories of middle school. D.B. was still racking her bunny eared head trying to remember the name of the teacher Spencer eerily reminded her of, knowing that it was going to be nagging her for the rest of the night.

"Well...anyone who doesn't consider that fat-headed rikishi a friend already gets a few points in my book. Put er' there..." D.B. remarked after peering down at Spencer's outstretched hand, leaving her hanging for a few seconds before extending her own and reciprocating the gesture of good will with a hearty handshake. "Gotta say, I'm glad to see you're past experiences with bunny girls hasn't soured you towards the rest of us. Trust me, we're not all as obnoxious as those two~..." D.B.'s uncharacteristically warm greeting would continue for as long as it took for the bell to ring, prolonging the bewildering friendliness and never letting go of Spencer's hand in the meantime.

Though once it finally did, D.B. would immediately drop the façade. Narrowing her eyes and using her handy grip to attempt to yank Spencer forward and put her flexing arms to the task of binding themselves tightly around the teacher's slender waist. The deathly bunny girl hoisting her at least two feet off the canvas before just as swiftly slamming her back first to the mat in a ring shaking spinebuster, rebounding back up to her knees afterwards.

Rebounding back up to a kneeling position after delivering the spine buster, D.B. remained straddling atop Spencer's abs and surveyed the damage with cold indifference in her eyes.

"Nope...some of us are waaay worse..." D.B. coldly remarked towards the floored teacher. Despite the somewhat unorthodox and obviously violent response to her congenial handshake, she initially took a vague liking to the blonde Canadian with the beehive hairdo. The honorable show of respect and professed animosity towards the rotund sumo were all earning Spencer points in D.B.'s book. The darkly bunny girl perhaps needing to practice on how best to express that in the future.

Hefting Spencer up that high had taken a little more wind out of her sails than she thought. Therefore D.B. opted to keep matters grounded for the time being and take advantage of having the teacher dazed and confused. With her blue jeaned rear keeping Spencer pinned down to the canvas, D.B. would lean over to yank Spencer up to a half seated position by grasping behind her neck. "I'd close my eyes if I were you, Teach..." Grinning down at Spencer, D.B. would attempt to club the floored teacher with multiple forearm strikes, allowing her to fall back to the canvas after each clubbing blow. Only for D.B. to raise her up by the back of her neck for the next one...

Capitalizing on having laid out the well-mannered Canadian within seconds of them having introduced themselves, D.B. opted to keep Spencer grounded to the canvas by resorting to no frills brawling tactics. Namely by keeping Spencer pinned beneath her weight and wailing repeated forearm strikes into the primp instructor's cringing mug.

D.B. felt the rapid tapping on her shoulder by the referee urging her for some manner of separation considering the chaotic manner in which the match had kicked off. She scoffed but willingly obliged for the time being by rising off of Spencer, but not without one last disrespectful pie faced shove back to the canvas. The blatant sign of disrespect summed up her disappoint in Spencers initial performance, and would garner a chorus of boos from the audience now rallying behind the battered teacher.

D.B. would stalk the perimeter of the ring until the battered teacher would at least muster the energy to bring herself up to her hands and knees. Only then would she re-approach Spencer to dig her fingers into her beehive hairdo to hoist her back up the rest of the way and then attempt to place her in a constricting side headlock.

The brief moments of respite D.B. had opted to allow Spencer were a rare courtesy extended towards the Canadian instructor. Partially from the referee's shrieking in her ear to break up the beat down, but also from considering just how one sided things were progressing from just one simple slam. Since this was her first solo match in what seemed like an eternity since joining the Coalitions ranks, D.B. felt the need to  prolong this encounter and get as much of a refresher course she could out of it. She was quite frankly feeling a little rusty, and considering that her last one on one opponent was kayoed in less than two minutes....D.B. felt the need to pace herself this time around.

"Tch..." Fastening the headlock with emphatic tugging strains, D.B. extended her toned leg back for a more centered balance throughout the hold. Her bulging bicep compressing against Spencer's cheek with aggressive reassertion's of the maneuver whenever Spencer felt herself close to making any leeway in squeezing her head free. Seconds ticked off the clock as D.B. continued her slower-paced but more methodical approach in wearing down Spencer.

Gritting her teeth from the torquing pressure she brought to the hold, D.B. would eventually walk the both of them towards the nearest ropes once Spencer was sufficiently whittled down in the headlock. If uninterrupted, the bunny girl would attempt to place Spencers prim face along the top rope with D.B.'s arm still encircled around it. Thus would start a tumultuous rope burn as D.B. would drag and scrape Spencer's face against the sharply threaded surface until they came to the nearest turnbuckle to have her pretty head slammed into.