The Lion and the rabbit! Amy Evans vs Death Bunny

The arena lights dimmed until there was only pitch blackness with sparkling cell phone flashlights dispersed like stars in the night sky. The eerie lighting effects setting the morose mood before D.B.'s grim theme would start echoing through out the stadium. The deathly bunny girl keeping her head tilted down as she marched down the ramp to the unsettling chanting of her theme before making her way into the ring by ascending the steel steps and through the ropes.

Unfurling her trenchcoat and wide-brimmed top hat signaling the end of her theme and the illumination of the arena, also revealing her white cotton top and snug hot pants jeans that accentuated her smooth curves. Her dead-eyed gaze centering on her "lionized" adversary before hooking up her belongings on the nearest metal turnbuckle. Someone in the booking staff of the company apparently still getting a kick out of the oh-so-clever concept of matching up animalistic competitors...

"I hope you won't say something unbearably corny, like "Welcome To The Lion's Den." I'd rather not hate you off the bat...I should probably get to know you first." D.B. grimly stated while approaching the middle of the ring, rotating her arms to limber up and get the kinks out.

"Hmm...now there's an attitude I can get behind." D.B. coldly smirked from Amy's succinct response, the bunny girl cracking her knuckles in eager anticipation for a worthwhile brawl. It was the perfect answer that D.B. was looking for, especially after having been subjected to Kelly Conway's screeching voice and the endless blustering of other blowhard competitors over the past few months. After all of that, she was ready to bring things back to the basics.

Now sooner would the bell chime off in the distance than D.B. would make for a sudden and probably over-ambitious attempt to lockup with Amy. The collar and elbow tie-up bringing them forehead to forehead and chest to chest as D.B. attempted to usher the lion lady back to her corner, the bunny girl gritting her teeth from tensing her muscles into the bull charge.

D.B. tensed her muscles in the aggressive lock up, extending one of her toned legs behind her to help leverage against being bullied backward herself. The strain on her muscles was nothing she couldn't handle considering that for now this was more a test of eachothers strength than anything else. One that was swiftly interrupted by Amy plowing her knee directly into D.B's gut.

"Hugh!" D.B. grimaced and lurched over herself, her mouth gaping slightly but still maintaining the shaky lockup. Though given that she was winded and taken off guard by Amy's strike, her stance was wavering and unsteady. She sucked her teeth in annoyance from being overpowered and ushered back step by step.

However once she sensed that the corner turnbuckle was creeping up behind her, D.B. would groan in exertion and twist them both in place to now have Amy against the turnbuckle. The bunny girl then rearing her leg back and attempting to ram the side of her thigh into Amy's stomach.

D.B. had only just met Amy, and while she couldn't confirm if she had the courage of a lion, she could confirm that she had the strength of an ox. Twisting and reversing their positions not coming as easily to the bunny girl as she thought, but her counter worked out all the same. Amy now supposedly trapped against the corner after having D.B. ram her thigh into her slim midsection. Something that D.B. thought would keep Amy nice and placated...the bunny girl apparently thinking wrong once Amy started shoving back against her once more.

"Tch...You're...ngh...feisty..." D.B. scoffed in annoyance from once again locking up with Amy, groaning from the strain of attempting to shove her lion-like opponent backward. "...I hate feisty..." D.B. coldly remarked before shuffling her hands up to fold them behind Amy's blonde mane. Tilting Amy's down and practically into D.B.'s cleavage before attempting to deliver a few piercing knee strikes right into Amy's gut.

Keeping Amy caged and under control was starting to become more trouble than it was worth, the bunny girl already resorting to one of her more tried and true methods of wearing her opponent down. Namely by clenching her hands behind her opponent's head and plowing her knee squarely into their breadbasket to knock the wind out of them. D.B. noticed Amy's forward momentum had finally come to a grinding halt, and she intended to keep up her gut churning strikes before Amy would beat her to it.

"Hggh..." D.B. winced and lurched over herself once Amy started delivering her own pelting strikes to her abdomen. Every connecting punch making the bunny girl jerk back and slouch forward into their clenching grip, her folded hands on the back of Amy's blonde head gradually loosening as a result of the unforeseen reprisal...