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

Death kicked out. Of course she kicked out.

Muriel was thrown to the side as D.B. bucked up, and she looked to the referee, offering a quick shrug. To be honest, she didn't expect to get past the first count, but it was worth a shot. Not a lot of people could take two quick suplexes like that and still be too energetic.

The teacher climbed back to her feet, and looked down at Death, moving towards her with a pair of quick steps. She reached down, grabbing her by the arm, and started to tug upwards, to pull her back up to her feet. "Come on," she whispered, keeping her eyes focused on the bunnygirl. "Up you go again..."

D.B. was starting to get an understanding of how someone like Spencer could have given Akashi any semblance of difficulty in the ring. At first glance, all that politeness and uptight posturing certainly did a good job of hiding how much of a downright technical wrestling nuisance she could be. D.B. laid there prone until she would be ushered back up by her arm, the bunny girl fighting against the tugging at first to buy her more seconds to get her head on straight.

"D-Dammit..." D.B. eventually would willingly go along with the ascended pulling. A middling round of applause could be heard from the audience in show of their appreciation for Spencer's technical styling and for the obvious toll it was taking on D.B. Though once vertical again and after wobbling slightly to get her shaky posture straightened, both of D.B.'s hands would shoot up to clasp together behind the teacher's head. Using this grip in her beehive hairdo to keep her slouched over, D.B. would grit her teeth while attempting to drive her knee repeatedly into Spencer's abdomen.

This was going to be easy. Pull the bunnygirl up, soften her up a little bit more, then toss her back down with another suplex. Easy-peasy, and it would net Miss Spencer a quick win.

Or at least, that was what she thought, until Death's hands flew up, clasping behind her head. Muriel let out a gasp of surprise, taken aback by Death's sudden motions, left wide open as the gothic bunny pulled her down.

"Gnnngh""

Muriel's cry was loud and clear, as Death's knee shot up, slamming into her midsection. Her hands released the woman, her arms falling downwards, as the second, and then third knee flew up, striking at her. Each of the brutal knees earned another cry from the teacher, Muriel helpless as she was struck again and again, D.B. starting to make a sudden and swift comeback against her.

Unrelenting in her continuous knee strikes into the prim teacher's exposed midsection, D.B. poured every last bit of her of viscous vitriol into each strike. It was an immensely satisfying feeling putting the screws back to the blonde Canadian and hearing those deliciously high-pitched screams, though once the teacher was sufficiently stunned, D.B. would abruptly yank Spencer's head into a snug side-headlock.

After tightening in the constricting head-vice, D.B. would drape Spencer's arm behind her neck and fasten a grip on the teacher's over-sized belt. Hoisting Spencer overhead in a delayed vertical suplex would take a considerable amount of concentration and strength on D.B's part, but soon enough the prim teacher would find herself with an upside-down view of the audience gawking at her stiffened frame.

"Ngh..." D.B. groaned from straining her lean and muscled frame with every continuing second of the dominant display, instilling as much dread in Spencer as possible before letting gravity take over. Though in an unsettling departure from normal suplexing conventions and to the wincing surprise of the audience counting down the seconds, D.B. would abruptly shove Spencer forward to have her collapse face and chest first in a ring shaking gourdbuster.

With each knee that was rammed into her body, Muriel shuddered, her body going limp in Death's hold. For a moment, it seemed like she was going to simply collapse, drop to her knees in front of the bunnygirl, but that danger quickly ended as she was pulled into the headlock. Instead, all she could do was blush, as she felt her face pushed up close to D.B.'s body, pressed up into her soft boob. She squirmed against her, weakly lifting her arms to try and push against the bunnygirl, but it was too no avail. Those knees had done a number on her, and she couldn't quite find the strength to fight back yet.

Then, when she felt the tugging on her belt, she knew she was in trouble. She knew what her awful foe was doing. Death was stealing a page out of her book, and there was nothing she could do to stop her.

Up into the air Miss Spencer was lifted, held aloft by the buxom bunny for what seemed like forever. The teacher groaned, weakly kicking her legs at the air, desperately hoping that Death would drop her down sooner rather then later...and then, the bunnygirl finally did just that. Muriel was dropped down with the gourdbuster suplex, hitting the mat with a loud thud. She started to weakly push herself up, then collapsed entirely at D.B.'s feet, the attack having taken a great, great deal of the wind out of her sails.

The deadening thud that came with the face-planting suplex brought a brief and hushed silence from the unexpected direction the suplex had taken. The reverberations from the slam were felt beneath D.B's feet as she took a second to catch her breath rather than immediately push her advantage. As overwhelmingly cathartic as it was to put Spencer through the same suplexing hell she just went through, easing back her bloodlust and slowing things back down to her own pace took precedence. By this point, D.B. had her fill of being flipped and chucked all around the damn place by someone who looks she should be teaching 6th grade English.

After rotating her shoulders and getting the crick out of neck from Spencer's earlier german, D.B. nonchalantly stalked the floored Canadian until she was standing over her. Her grim scowl staring daggers into Spencer's back as she patiently waited for the obnoxious teacher to raise herself back to her hands and knees and save D.B. at least that much effort. At that point though D.B. would bend over to hook her arms under and above Spencer's own arms before interlocking her fingers behind her head.

Once the constricting full nelson was good and locked in, D.B. would hoist Spencer back to her feet and proceed to viciously ragdoll her from side to side. D.B. grit her teeth from the amount of torquing pressure she cranked on Spencer's neck, the jarring and disorienting treatment compelling cries of support for the teacher from the audience. Ones that D.B. hoped Spencer could hear, just to make her feel worse about how helpless she was.

Muriel could hear their cries. There was no worrying about that. She could hear their yells and cries and boos quite clearly, but there was nothing she could do about it.

She grit her teeth, trying to withstand the pressure, the sheer pain from the full nelson, and at first she was managing to do it. As soon as the bunnygirl began to shake her from one side to the other, however, she had to cry out, her body easily being thrown this way and that by the relentless Death. She tried to steel her body, she tried to focus herself so that she could make some attempt at stopping the younger woman, but it was to no avail.

She wasn't getting out of this until Death decided she could get out, and from the feel of things, that wasn't going to be anytime soon.

The merciless jostling of Spencer left and right was becoming an unpleasant sight to behold while D.B. poured on the pressure in the disorienting rad-doll treatment. Once D.B. was becoming exhausted herself from the vicious swinging motions, she eventually eased up but maintained the hold by propping up the lifeless instructor on her wobbly legs.

D.B. wanted to instill a demoralizing sense of helplessness in Spencer as the life was slowly sapped away from her, so she positioned themselves facing the disheartened audience and propped Spencer up as a fitting display of how thoroughly disheveled she was. Not that Spencer could look back, considering her head was arching down towards the canvas.

"Hope you're learning something, teach..." D.B condescendingly remarked with a gravely inflection in her voice, breathing a heated pant down Spencer's neck with her ample chest rubbing against the silk blouse along the teacher's back. By now, D.B. had her fill of being flipped and chucked all around the damn place by someone who looks like she should be teaching 5th grade English. So to repay Spencer in due fashion, D.B. would tense her leg muscles and flip Spencer up and over into a bridging full-nelson suplex, arching her spine with the ref sliding in for a pin count.

"1!"

Death was meeting her goal. Muriel was feeling incredibly helpless, trapped tight in the bunnygirl's full nelson, finding herself completely unable to break free. It felt awful, especially with the lewdly-clad woman rubbing against her and panting against her neck, but she knew, she just knew that things were about to go from bad to worse.

And sure enough, they did.

Without any warning, she was flipped through the air by the sudden suplex, slamming into the mat. She struggled, trying to break the pin, but it didn't seem like she was having any luck.

"Two...!" The referee cried, and panic began to set in. The teacher squealed, and quickly bucked her body upwards, just barely managing to break the pin before it was too late!

Bunny collapsed right alongside Spencer after coming within a hare's breadth of putting this match in the record books. So tantalizingly close to a three count that the ref had to reaffirm his decision to the timekeeper by waving two fingers in the his general direction.

D.B. let out a disappointed groan after practically tasting the victory on her lips, propping herself up on her rear and resting her arms the knees of her bent legs. She brushed her hand through her purple locks and floppy bunny ear as she took a few seconds for a quick breather. Consistently flinging someone as heavy Spencer around was an exhausting feat, and the toll from Spencer's own suplexes were still lingering on her sore back.

"Tough old broad, aren't you?" D.B. semi-complimented once back on her feet, approaching Spencer from the side and patiently biding her time until the teacher was on her hands and feet. The perfect opening for D.B. to rear her leg back and attempt to punt Spencer right in her breadbasket.