The Lion and the rabbit! Amy Evans vs Death Bunny

Amy took a deep breath as she remained on guard while D.B. seemed to be analyzing her now and considering her options, while also begrudgingly going along with her words. Admitting that it could be possible but she still was out to win as she should be which mean the match was far from over. Amy once again had to move her hair out of her eyes as she moved in closer and tried to lock up with her opponent again.

Though she met nothing but air as Death Bunny went lower and grabbed her waist before lifting her up and dropping her down with an atomic drop. "Auggh!" she groaned as she fell backwards as she brought her hands down lower to deal with the pain.

Hauling Amy up like that took a little more effort than D.B. would have liked, especially considering her nagging back pains. Resting against the corner before Amy approached helped, but only so much. Still, whatever discomfort she was going through couldn't have been as bad Amy's. The lion lady now in the less than flattering position of rolling around on the canvas and clutching her backside. It was a damn good start, but compounding her agony was next on D.B.'s plan of attack.

"Heh, you're right...this is fun." D.B. groaned out while gradually tugging Amy back to her feet by her wrist, following that up with wrapping her arms around Amy's waist once more. The familiar waist lock would lead to the rubbing of their chests and some briefly exchanged body heat. Ignoring the slight blush on her cheeks, added more to that familiar waist lock by once again hoisting Amy back up to attempt yet another tailbone bruising Atomic Drop.

Amy was laying on the floor trying to deal with the pain as Death Bunny stood over her starting to enjoy the sight in front of her as she joked about how fun being on the offensive end was. Slowly pulling her up to her feet by her wrists before grabbing her waist and bringing her in close for round 2. Lifting her up in the air she dropped her down with another atomic drop and let her fall to the ground once again.

"Ahhh!" she moaned out as she was right back where she started and slowly worked her way to her knees as she tried to adjust to the pain. Staring up at D.B she tried to show that despite this setback she wasn't done just yet. She just needed to get her bearings.

Unfortunately, Amy didn't get any lighter in between the duel Atomic Drops. She was just as heavy as before and it was as much of a hassle to get her airborne. But feeling her backside bounce off her knee and the resulting fan winces made the extra effort all the more worth it. D.B. expected Amy may have seen a lot of things coming after one Atomic Drop...but a second one probably wasn't one of them.

D.B. pushed herself off her bent knee to approach Amy once more who was now raising back up to her knees. A few seconds of resting up would be great for D.B. right about now. So rather than attempt to chuck Amy around again, the bunny girl would slow things down and stand behind the kneeling Amy before viciously clawing her trapezius muscle next to her neck. D.B. smirked down at Amy as she dug in the nerve hold for sometime before eventually transitioning into grabbing her jaw and top of her head and pushing them in opposite directions in the wrenching chinlock.

The Blonde was trying to get her bearings in order as she knew that Death Bunny wouldn't wait very long before she was right back on. She swore if the bitch went for a third atomic drop Amy might just low blow her in retaliation. The good news ended up being that Death Bunny chose to do something else. The bad news is this ended up being something else to deal with on her end as D.B grabbed her neck and started to squeeze at her nerves.

Letting out a grunt she tried to grab at it and pull it off her arm before she could do more damage but it ended up being a mute point as D.B just resorted to grabbing her head and taking her in a chinlock to twist her head and her jaw as she kicked her legs and struggled

Nerve holds weren't exactly the height of wrestling excitement and hysteria. They effectively slowed the match down to a crawl and offered little in the way of compelling action. But they made up for that lack of flair in effectiveness. As evidenced by Amy being practically paralyzed in pinching discomfort while D.B. fiercely clawed her hand into Amy's strained neck muscle before transitioning into the equally debilitating chinlock. All to introduce Amy to different flavors of pain, and prevent her from thinking clearly as a result.

D.B. smirked grimly down at the languishing lion lady as she groaned herself from keeping the chinlock wrenched in. Seconds ticking off the clock as she allowed Amy all the time in the world to squirm and fidget her legs all she wants. The bunny girl wanted her nice and tuckered out before going for what she planned to be the coup de gras.

"C'mon Amy, up ya go..." D.B. uttered while relinquishing her chinlock and ushering Amy back to her feet by her golden mane, fake and real. One of D.B.'s arms would sneak between Amy's legs and firmly clench her rump while her other arm would be draped around her shoulder. If uninterrupted, all it would take is one twisting lift upward and Amy would be primely positioned for a belly to belly piledriver, her whole world turned upside down with the bunny girl hugging tightly onto her waist.

restrained courtesy of the girls hold she was stuck down on the ground as she was unable to fight her way up yet. Instead she flailed her arms and tried to get that annoying hand off her nerve before any more damage could be done, which wasn't helped by the girl suddenly forcing her in a chinlock as she slowly transitioned her up and too her feet for whatever else she might have had on her mind. Pulled up by her hair she didn't have much time to think before she was lifted up and off the ground.

Held in the air and turned upside down she was still struggling to make sense of tings when she was moved around before seeing the situation unfold around her seeing that she was held in a pile driver position. Oh crap, was the first thought on her mind as she tried to struggle out of it but got nowhere as she was held in place and soon to meet the floor.

The aforementioned chinlock did wonders for not only whittling away at Amy's resistant struggles, but giving D.B. time to rest up from what was an unexpectedly exhausting match. Thankfully for her, Amy wasn't anywhere near as heavy as D.B. surmised. All these factors allowed for a seamless transition into the piledriver position, and one that D.B. kept locked in while she briefly paraded Amy back to the center of the ring. Flexing her arms around Amy's waist and letting her hang there for several seconds like the Sword of Damocles was was D.B.'s way of sending a special warning to any future challengers. That Amy's fate could very easily be there's.

With some heaving and heated pants trailing down between Amy's thighs, D.B. would eventually spring up to her tip toes before implanting the lioness back down to the canvas.

Considering the lifeless manner in which Amy's limped frame would collapse back down to the canvas, there was little doubt in anyone's mind that the conclusion of the match was nigh imminent. All it took was D.B. crossing Amy's arms over her heaving chest for the ref to start the three count. The bunny girl looking straight ahead with a grim smirk while she leveraged herself heavily into keeping Amy pinned down like a corpse in a coffin.

"1!"

Her head hit the ground at a bad angle and promptly her vision went black for a second as everything felt fuzzy/ The rest of her body jumped a little as she hit the floor and laid on the ground in front of Death Bunny who seemed quite proud of her work. It was easy to sympathize with the impact. After all no piledriver had a safe way to take one, there wasn't some way to cover up or prepare yourself if you saw one coming, it just happened and it hurt like hell as she could feel her eyes almost rolling back as her head went in and out of focus and she was placed in a position for a pinfall.

"TWO!!"

She wasn't moving all that much, after the first count she still hadn't made much effort besides moaning and by the second she was shaking her head trying to recollect herself before finally her arms tensed up and then slacked as if she just deflated in her efforts to stir. Whatever bit of resistance she was mustering was gone in an instant.

"THREE!!"

D.B. had reason to believe the impossible would happen when she felt Amy's restless squirming, but thankfully it was nowhere near the momentum needed to further delay the inevitable. The referee sounding off the three count and putting to bed a match that DB would be feeling the repercussions for longer than her pride would care to admit. Lingering aches and pains would be stealthily hidden from view as D.B. lurched back to her feet, the bunny girl silently coping with the strenuous toll of the match with only a flinching face. The referee raising her arm didn't help, old arm pains reignited as D.B. quickly yanked it back before strolling over to her side of the ring.

After sliding her tattered trench-coat and broad top hat back on, D.B. waltzed back to the laid out lioness. She had some choice words for Amy...if she ever awoke from her slumber and rejoined the land of the living, that is.

"C'mon...I know you can hear me down there...Wakey Wakey...Eggs and Baccy..." D.B.'s approach towards reviving Amy was decidedly primitive, the bunny girl nudging Amy's cheek with her boot as well. But between that, and D.B.'s theme blaring over the speakers, Amy should have more than enough outward stimulus to get her ass back up.