The Lion and the rabbit! Amy Evans vs Death Bunny

There was a lot of things Amy hated, being looked down on even if it made sense. Technically she hadn't been here very long, at most 6 or something months and she doubt she had done much if anything to actually stand out but still she had gone toe to toe with these veterans. She beat Karina, gave Heather a run for her money in her debut and even knocked Cecilia when they faced off but it seemed she needed a little more to get out of that generalization. Beating Death bunny here would certainty help open the girls eyes to just who she was dealing with.

"Told you that I let my actions speak for me. And were not done talking just yet." She said as she moved back a little before running towards D.B's body ready to keep up the attack. As she got close enough she jumped in the air and brought her arm out so that she would come down on D.B' chest with an elbow drop and hopefully take the wind out of the bunny girl in turn.

Allowing one errant uppercut to have her lose all sense of rational thought in favor of blind rage was, in hindsight, not the best way to react to it. The deathly bunny girl now duly regretting having such a short fuse as she laid prone on the canvas with aching head pains and an ill-tempered lioness no doubt sensing blood in the water. An irritated groan escaped her lips as she began to shuffle herself upwards, bending her knee and tilting her torso slightly up before Amy would hammer her back down. Her flying elbow drop mashing against her plump breasts and leveling her back down with a dull thud.

"Hggh!!" D.B. scrunched her face and sank back down to the canvas. Her limbs jolting up and down before she began covering her battered chest with one arm and sluggishly rolling over to lay on her side. The bunny girl now wheezing lightly with her cheek pressed against the mat after having the wind thoroughly taken out of her sails.

Amy nailed her once again, her shoulder striking right into her chest and leaving her a weazing mess for a few seconds as her breathe was disrupted by the abrupt move. Getting up Amy moved her fake hair out of her face (Who could fight with hair that long it baffled her?) She looked down at the girl once more and realized that right now she had her on the defensive and couldn't afford to lose it doing something reckless like her Lionsault yet, she had to press the attack for now and weaken her a bit more before going for something like that. And weaken her she would.

Moving down to where she was she pushed her to her back all the way and pulled out one of her arms before hooking her leg around it. From there she would put her hand up and around D.B's jaw and start pulling upward to get the girl in a crossface. Squeezing as tight as she could she wanted to wrench up her arm and head to deal some serious damage in those areas to neutralize what Bunny could do if she happened to get control again.

Breathing didn't come easily for a few seconds, but that was to expected after having your chest caved in by a stiff elbow drop from on high. It was embarrassing enough to be slammed and pummeled around like this, but it sucked even worse when it came from a relative newcomer with an obnoxiously big mouth. Which meant that now D.B. may have to have to look forward to hearing Amy gloat about it...which may have been more irritating than the pain in her chest. Unfortunately, Amy had more on her mind than just rubbing in her momentary advantage in the match. The bunny girl ended up getting that foreboding impression when she felt one of her arms firmly fastened between Amy's strong thighs and Amy's hand beneath her chin.

D.B. snarled her teeth from feeling the torquing strain curving her neck back. The agonizing stretching of her neck and arm, along with having the hefty lion lady weighing her down as well, kept her immobile for the time being while the pin-striped official was already all up in her face about asking if she submitted. D.B. scrunched her face and offered no answer to the referee outside of pained groans, the bunny girl not having much of an answer for this cross face at the moment either. Well, aside from breathing hard, her sweaty frame tensing up from being bent to Amy’s will, and generally being at the lionlady’s mercy at the moment.

She wasn't expecting Death Bunny to start screaming out a submission from this hold. In fact she didn't even think it would do the job at all even if she had her in here much longer. Devastating as this move can be, to her it was really just a set up move meant to weaken the head and back a little. Makes for dropping her opponents back on there with slams and suplexes just a little more painful.

Though she certainly wouldn't oppose such a submission if it came as she pulled on her head further and tried to keep D.B still while she did so. Best to keep her away from the ropes and unable to crawl or roll through to escape.

Muttered obscenities aside, the nearby referee wouldn't be hearing much else from D.B. Especially not anything that resembled a verbal submission. The idea of submitting briefly fluttering in her mind before being sufficiently jammed back into the recesses of her thoughts. That still didn't help get the lion lady off her back, Amy now tugging D.B.'s bunny eared head back enough to the point she could make out the dazzling headlights above.

"...on my last nerve..." D.B. angrily groaned while attempting to fidget her trapped arm free from between Amy's thighs. That, combined with some scrapping at the hand under her chin with her free arm, was what D.B. hoped would be enough to declaw the lion lady from her.

Well she wasn't screaming out much, so that probably wasn't a good sign of what to do, though she still knew this was hurting and kept it firmly locked in looking to weaken her much more experienced opponent as much as possible though she slowly felt her working at her hands around her head and the ones around her legs before finally her grip on her opponents chin loosened significantly.

"Shit!" she said as she knew what came next and promptly abandoned the hold before she was knocked off by the clearly pissed off Bunny girl and rolled away to get some distance before getting to her feet and looking at her opponent. "Well don't look so angry, its not like you didn't have your fun with me earlier."

Desperately tugging and scratching at Amy's hand eventually earned D.B. the freedom she fervently worked towards, the bunny girl toppling back down to the canvas in a huff before rolling off in the opposite direction of Amy. She found the ropes to her side and used them to steady her ascent, but a slouched posture and wincing groan were all telltale signs of D.B. being far from one hundred percent. Amy did an annoyingly impressive job working her over like that. So a break in action along with some light banter was just what D.B. needed to straighten her back and hopefully get this match back on track as well.

Hearing Amy's response brought a dark smile to her face, with even something resembling a lite laugh escaping her lips.

"Ngh...you know...If I didn't end up wanting to pummel you with my bare hands...I think I might have ended up liking you..." With that D.B. would settle into a nearby corner and press her backside into the middle turnbuckle. Her dead eyes never leaving Amy as she winced and fidgeted from the lingering lower back pains she had going on.

Once she had her way up she got ready to start the fight she saw that D.B was slowly trying to regain her strength back after getting her own share. Her cocky attitude didn't stop at all for her but she had knew that she had a chance to shut her up and pick one hell of an upset over this chick. The best part was she was sure that D.B knew that too, and that's likely part of what she was so pissed off about.

"Aww, it cant be both? That's usually how I feel about the people I like." she said as her hands came up and she closed in towards the girl ready to start again but not wanting to walk in towards her in the corner. If she charged in and hit her she would have the girl trapped but if she missed she would be trapped and losing her momentum wasn't the smartest idea.

Maybe D.B. was finally going delusional from too many hits to the head and routinely being in mind numbing pain, but after having cooled down from her earlier blind rage and trading some beleaguered words with Amy, she couldn't deny a small part of the lion lady was rubbing off on her. Also, it was irritating to admit it, but that bull-headed stubbornness and endurance of hers coupled with some damn decent ring awareness had made her into more of a threat than D.B. predicted going into all this. The bunny girl begrudgingly admitting that Amy could have what it takes to take her down if D.B. slips up once more...not that she would give Amy those props just yet. The match was still going on...

"Dunno. Maybe it can. This is a first for me. Warming up to someone I want to beat the snot out of..." D.B. groaned with smirk as she pushed herself out of that corner once it was clear Amy wasn't dumb enough to come charging in like an idiot. D.B. raised her arms at the same angle of Amy's, still keeping that slightly slouched posture and sluggish pace upon approaching her. Once D.B. was about to seemingly lock up with Amy, the bunny girl would duck low and clench onto Amy's waist. A firm grip that D.B. needed to hoist Amy in the air with all her strength, before introducing her backside to D.B.'s knee in an attempted Atomic Drop.