The Lion and the rabbit! Amy Evans vs Death Bunny

Wailing away at each-other was already establishing much about the furry-eared competitors. One undeniable lesson being that while both had the fortitude and endurance to take multiple unguarded strikes, that also meant that both of them were too stubborn to change their plan of attack even in the face of an obvious stalemate. Neither one was willing to budge from their headstrong obstinance, D.B. herself thinking she had won their stubborn war of attrition until the pelting strikes to her abdomen made her think otherwise.

D.B. groaned and slouched lower with each fist plowing into her gut, leaving her winded enough to allow Amy to warp her arms around her waist and chuck her overhead for a seamless suplex. "Gah!!" D.B. arced her spine in pain before rolling over to her front, wincing while shoving herself up to her knees at a sluggish pace...

D.B. was by no means a lightweight, but one could now easily make that mistake considering the startling ease with which Amy tossed her around for a ring shaking suplex. The bunny girl being regrettably reminded about that "strength of an ox" comparison she made earlier as she shoved herself to her hands and knees to glance ahead at Amy's legs casually striding towards her. She guessed what was coming next before she felt the tugging strain on her purple hair, snarling from the yanking pull that lifted her up before being hoisted over Amy's shoulder.

Staring frustratedly at the white canvas she was about to be reacquainted with, D.B. took the prolonged moments of being held overhead to mentally brace herself and tuck her head low before being slammed back down for the second consecutive time in a row. Not that D.B. was counting, but this was getting real old, real fast. The bunny girl gritting her teeth as she bounced from the impact and reflexively rolled to lay on her stomach, then shuffling her elbows beneath her in the early preambles of rising back up again.

At this point in this game, it may have been fair to say that Amy had the strength to warrant not being underestimated. Two back to back slams being sufficient proof of that as the grim bunny girl lethargically motioned upward to her hands and knees. Being put down like that by a relative newcomer was already embarrassing in and of itself. She didn't need a third one to ram the point home any more. D.B. nevertheless shook off the jarring slam and was already mentally putting herself back into the match, her anguished snarl unseen to the audience since her was head tilted low.

The throbbing aches in her spine were what kept her rising at that glacial pace, but in the end it helped D.B. collect herself and plan out some way of wrestling back control of the match from her animalistic competitor. Speaking of which, once D.B. had motioned upward and was on one knee, she noticed the lion lady was already charging towards her at a breakneck speed. By pushing herself off her bent leg, D.B.'s would swiftly duck low and clench her arms tightly around Amy's slim waist. With a guttural yell, D.B. would hoist Amy high off her feet for a stunned audience to gasp at, twist in place, and hop up before slamming Amy back down in a spine buster.

D.B. rebounded back up from the impactful slam while still straddling Amy's abdomen, one of her legs extended to the side with her other leg bent as she centered her dead-eyed gaze on the writhing lioness beneath her. Laying Amy out like that was as satisfying a response that D.B. could think of to being chucked around by the hungry newcomer for the last minute or so.

Feeling Amy's abdomen against her backside as the lion lady ached her spine, D.B. opted to shove herself forward with that momentum and clench Amy's shoulders to thrust her back down to the canvas.

"Deeeep breathes now..." D.B. grimly uttered directly into Amy's face before kicking her right leg high above and plowing her knee into Amy's gut, the deathly bunny girl attempting to do it once more immediately afterward and leave her knee buried in her stomach. They were just a few little love-taps from D.B. to keep Amy floored, winded, and to make sure she knew to stay down when D.B. wanted.

Keeping Amy grounded by plowing her knee into her abdomen brought no small degree of satisfaction to D.B., the bunny girl growing a wider smirk with each strike hitting home and collapsing her diaphragm. The ground and pound game was normally where she excelled at, but for now D.B. just intended to keep Amy winded and incapable of offering much resistance for what she had planned next.

"C'mon...get back up so I can knock you back down..." D.B. clenched on to Amy's actual blonde locks along with her flowing lion wig and tugged her upward. Once on their feet, D.B. would drape her left arm across Amy's neck and over her right shoulder. By tugging on the waist of Amy's outfit from behind, D.B. would use that grip to attempt to heave Amy up and slam her back down. But not against the waiting canvas, but D.B.'s bent knee for a brutal side slam backbreaker.