Number One Contender match: Cecilia Northman Vs. Death Bunny

It was close but Cecilia had managed to break the pin and keep the match going. She was able to keep herself in the running and prevent Death Bunny from becoming the number one contender. She was not going to give up...as long as she could the Swede would try and win. The pain in her leg was forcing her to close her eyes shut.

Though soon she felt Death Bunny grabbing a hold of her arm and guiding the Swede up to her feet by it. She opened her eyes and waited....this was her chance. The second she was brought up, Cecilia would attempt to fire a hard right uppercut into Death Bunny's solar plexus! Trying to shoot the air right out of her fearsome foe's lungs.

Should that work, Cecilia would quickly attempt to turn around and loop her arm against Death Bunny's head, trying to press her chin against the Swede's shoulder before jumping forward and attempting to hit Death Bunny with a stunner!

Considering how downright smug Cecilia could be, D.B. figured that introducing the Swede to exactly what D.B. thought of her was an opportunity too juicy to pass up. Unfortunately, centering her attention on the nearby trash bin and imagining all the fun she could have had with dunking Cecilia head first into it was apparently all the distraction Northman needed before firing off a powerful uppercut directly into D.B.'s breadbasket.

D.B. heaved out the air in her lungs from the resounding gut punch, her powerful frame jolting sharply before she ended up briefly folding over herself with some strained coughs. She had her eyes sewn shut and therefore couldn't see Cecilia turn in place and situate the bunny girls' chin on her broad shoulder. The entire counter taking place way too fast for D.B. to react to before she was dropped to her knees to have her jaw be implanted off of Cecilia's shoulder.

"Hergh!!" The stunning impact had D.B. be propelled backwards with spittle flying from her mouth before she flopped down onto her back, arms and legs spread to her side with only the subtle movements of her heaving chest.

Cecilia winced out as she dropped down onto her rear, her arms quickly shooting around her leg and hugging it after she took Death Bunny down with that mighty stunner. Hopefully it had stunned Death Bunny enough for the Swede to try and make her way back into the match and take the purple haired fighter down! The Swede shook her head and tried to bite down on her bottom lip to focus on a different pain other than that in her leg.

Turning around and moving towards Death Bunny...Cecilia would try and rise up towards her feet...putting pressure on her hurting leg caused it to twitch and the Swede to let out a loud wince of pain. Trying to grab a hold of Death Bunny's hair, looking to pull the woman up towards her feet.

" Maybe I don't have what it takes....but I for damn sure have what it takes to beat the shit out of you!" Cecilia roared out as she would try and pull Death Bunny up, trying to fight through the pain to get the bunny eared fighter up onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry. Her face turning red from enduring the pain in her leg as she'd try and carry the weight of Death Bunny, starting to move, walk faster and faster a few steps. Towards the doors leading out of the arena. Looking to then throw Death Bunny forward with a forward fireman's carry slam, looking to slam her down right a head of those doors! Before falling back down onto her rear and cursing out over the pain in her leg.

The ringing in D.B.'s ears wasn't dying down anytime soon, neither was the fuzzy vision or lingering sense of disorientation after having been knocked to her back from the jaw-rattling stunner.  Grumbling and coping with the pain was frustrating enough, though what was perhaps more frustrating than that was how her plan of corralling Northman and wearing her down by keeping her grounded kept getting interrupted by her bull-headed strength.

Despite all of that, D.B. began willing herself to at least get up to her knees before Cecilia began hovering over her with some choice words of her own. Groaning through gritted was about the sum total of her response before she felt herself being hauled up off her feet and across Cecilia's shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

Being elevated like this took D.B. by surprise and entirely off her game, but considering she was still feeling the aftereffects of the stunner her resistance was minimal at best. Her wriggling and slight shuffling were unlikely to cause Cecilia to put her down anytime soon, especially once the Swede began motioning forward faster and faster. D.B. tensed up and grit her teeth from what she knew was going to be a painful fall, the bunny girl wailing out loud from being chucked overhead to be slammed through the dual doors. The bunny girl sent tumbing and rolling along the floor before curling and leaning up against a black Rolls Royce. Feeling the fancy automobile against her side at least let D.B know where they were now...the parking lot.

Cecilia shook her head in pain after she had thrown Death Bunny through those doors, down on her rear the Swede would start to slowly shuffle her way up towards her feet, shaking her head as she'd try and bare the pain. She was moving a lot more slowly, limping a bit and not wanting to put pressure on her leg. She knew the more she did so the more she risked an actual injury and going into Avalanche with an injury was not something she wanted to do.

The busty blond would try and make her way towards Death Bunny whom was leaning up against that black Rolls Royce, the Swede decided to take a deep breath before attempting to lean down and try to grab a hold of Death Bunny's head, pulling her up to a seated position, before trying to pull that head down, looking to practically place it in between where the hot pants wearing woman's legs were. Only to try and use all her might to throw it right back up, trying to bounce the back of Death Bunny's head against the black door of the car! Which would probably...set of the alarm and maybe even dent the door...Oh well...It would be on AFW bill anyways.

Even with the extravagant automobile at her side as something sturdy to lean against, D.B. was not finding it any easier to raise herself back up and get vertical again. The bunny girl now groaning loudly and grimacing in pain from being sent hurtling through the air only to slam through those doors before the rough and tumble landing. She had taken some bloody scrapes and bruises from the fall, not to mention she was still coping with those nagging dizzy spells from the earlier stunner. Her sense of balance was off kilter, and she could have desperately used more time to collect herself...

...instead she got the insufferable Swede encroaching upon her once more. By this point she was seated against the luxury car with a wincing snarl offered to Cecilia when she clasped onto her purple locks and slammed the back of her head against the black passenger side doors.

"Uhg..." D.B. groaned and went slack after the head banging treatment, her arms limp at her side with her bunny eared head tilted down. Some soft pants escaping her lips before she eventually slumped over to her side, the bunny girl than slowly shuffling to her wavering hands and knees at a snails pace. The impact left a small dent on the car, but no alarm went off. Except for the one ringing in D.B.'s ears, human and bunny.

Cecilia took a hold of Death Bunny's head and slammed the back of that skull right against the car door. The ref-girl was moving around them to check and see what they would do. It wasn't her job to do all that much other than declare a winner, and sorta make sure that they don't actually kill each other in this fight. With the fight here in the parking lot that was without a doubt a task that might be difficult.

The Swede however was about to keep up her assault on the purple haired woman. Looking to take a hold of Death Bunny by her head yet again and start to guide the bunny eared combatant up towards her feet. The Swede panted out, a smirk growing on her pained face as she'd try and slip a hand in between Death Bunny's legs. Looking to grope those hot pants covered cheeks as she'd try and loop her other arm around Death Bunny's shoulder. Looking to try and lift Death Bunny up into the air and tilt her upside down.

Her goal was to try and move Death Bunny over towards the hood of the car and then try and throw her down hard with a body slam onto the bonnet of the Rolls Royce!

With imposing Swede was still towering over her after having jerked her head back against the now dented side door, D.B. had to admit something she had been denying up until now. That Cecilia was clearly on par with her in terms of raw strength. Or maybe even moreso. It was an uncomfortable truth she had to accept and couldn't deny after having been deadlifted, speared, and generally overpowered all over the arena. Not that this realization would help her now. However, something underneath the luxury car caught the bunny girls attention from out of the corner of her eye as she wearily shuffled back to her hands and knees...

D.B. tensed up when she felt herself being once more dragged back up to her feet, grimacing from the tugging on her scalp and from feeling Cecilia's hand firmly grip and knead her rump from between her legs. A rosy blush on her cheek was hopefully not seen by most since D.B. was soon afterward hoisted up and over Cecilia's shoulder. Hanging in her elevated grasp with the hood of the car looking like where Norhtman intended to slam her down, D.B. took this opportunity to shove herself back by gripping onto Ceci's shoulders first. After landing unsteadily behind Northman on her stumbling legs, D.B. would rear her arms back like a major league batter and strike Ceci's injured leg behind her knee with what she found under the Rolls Royce.

A metal tire iron...

Hoisting Death Bunny up into the air and readying herself to take the fellow mighty girl down for a hellish slam was just what Cecilia desired and so far it seemed as if that was going to happen. A body slam right down onto the bonnet of a car would without a doubt hurt like hell and maybe even put Death Bunny out of the match.

Which was almost what happened, but it seemed Death Bunny was a bit more spry at the moment than Cecilia had anticipated. Or the Swede was more tired and hurting than she could have guess. Death Bunny slipped through the Swede's grasp and landed behind her. The Swede was about to turn around and face Death Bunny, but before she could do that a massive pain shot through the back of her knees. She crumbled in her stance and staggered forward, leg bent at the knee as she caught herself on the hood of the car. Panting out in pain as a sickening feeling of discomfort ran up her leg, pain was a hard thing to explain..but if anything right now her leg felt white hot...which was making her mind feel a bit fuzzy at the moment as well. She gasped out a silent scream.

Not much was going right for the bunny girl up until that moment. Luck had clearly not been on her side all night until she happened to spy the discarded tire iron underneath the extravagant vehicle. D.B. also happened to be lucky enough for Cecilia to not notice the bunny girl hiding the tire iron as best she could while being hoisted upward. The tide was turning in D.B.'s favor, at long last, and throngs of fans watching the chaos from the titantron let their startled gasps and boos express how they felt about the underhanded maneuver.

"You're not the only one...ngh...who likes to play possum, Northman..." D.B. replied with a pained groan from the toll the match had taken on her, the bunny girl casually flicking the tire iron to the side as she approached Northman from behind. She was going to need two hands for what came next, and for what would hopefully put this match to bed already.

After clenching onto Cecilia's blonde locks once more, D.B. would viciously yank her back and fling Northman down to the concrete floor and facing upward. She looked down at Cecilia with an exhausted and piercing glare as she bent down to clutch and lift up both of Cecilia's legs, With one of Northnman's ankles situated in the crook of D.B.'s armpit and after bending her free leg behind the knee of her straight leg, the bunny girl would then flip Cecilia over and seat her curvy backside on the Swede's now curved spine. Once the Texas Cloverleaf submission was firmly locked in and putting immense strain on Cecilia's legs and spine, that same ref would now be asking the Swede for her submission.

Which D.B. anticipated would be coming any second now.