Alison Seong vs. Death Bunny! (No DQ)

Squirming and smacking her legs against the concrete while her hand continued to dig their nails into the ankle looking for any bit of reprieve from the Dreaded One, Alison's eyes continued tearing up and even began trailing down her face and into the concrete from the vicious assault on her pussy as this came after a violent Atomic Drop as now she was undoubtedly sure that her crotch was in more pain that her butt. Frustration continued to rise within Alison as she couldn't believe that she was now on the horrid defensive after having a great push against D.B., the veteran managing to outlast the young and brash Alison's violent ride of momentum.

The boot grinding was getting worse for Alison, already it was humiliating enough to have another woman's foot on her crotch, the deep and powerful rubbings was enough that it was causing Alison to unintentionally moan out with the pleasure that it giving along with the pain. Her cheeks were bright red, she couldn't believe that D.B. was skilled enough to make a move painful and humiliating like this!

But lucky for her, she didn't have to endure for long as D.B. would throw her feet out and cause Alison to roll backwards. Her hands immediately shot to her crotch, gasping and moaning as she laid on her knees. She wanted to take a few moments to recollect herself but D.B. would not allow that precious moment of rest as her long hair was seized. Forced up, Alison stumbled after D.B., following her around where she wanted to go. Her eyes widened as she was chucked forward, leaving her feet as she flew into the empty steel chairs, sliding across the sea of chairs before collapsing in a heap of them!

D.B. honestly feels like she should be thanking the smart-mouthed rookie currently experiencing one of the worst days for her crotch in her entire life. Being on the receiving end of what ended up being a rather hellacious beatdown by Allison was as refreshing a wake-up call as she could have asked for. After being shelved for months, she knew she wouldn't be running on all cylinders right off the bat. Ring rust would have definitely set in, and it would take some time before she would find her stride once more. Luckily, somewhere in between getting her spine bent over a steel post and getting pummeled in the face, something clicked inside of her. And she suddenly couldn't wait to see what Allisons' face looked like it when it was caked red...

D.B. heaved and groaned from directing Allison upward, a tightened grasp on her flowing locks and the hem of her rather flashy outfit. Between Allison arching over herself while she clutched and soothed her battered nethers and the tights of her outfit riding up her smooth backside in the tugging process, it was a walk of shame that D.B. earnestly wished she could have prolonged. But instead she ended up finding the perfect patch of emptied chairs she was longing for. The deathly one than taking a brief sprinting charge towards vacant seats before hurling Allison head first into them!!

Clanging chairs collapsed all round the briefly airborne rookie as sympathetic groans echoed around what was becoming a rather chaotic scene. Stadium security officials attempting in vain to keep the ticket goers at bay from the mayhem unfolding before their eyes. D.B. winced while she stretched her neck from side to side, opting to slow down the pace of the match by prowling to the side of Allison and the pile of chairs she was buried under. Though once Allison would start to unearth herself, D.B. would bend down to attain a steel folding chair and wait for her opponent to be propped up on her hands and knees. The deathly bunny girl than reeling back and taking an exaggerated batter's stance before smacking the steel chair against that thonged backside of Allisons!!

Alison slid pretty far on the chairs, but not for long as they themselves would slip from underneath her as the unstable seats couldn't keep their balance with the woman on top and dropped Alison to the hard floor. Letting out a groan as she as she laid in the heap of pain, Alison would begin kicking and pushing chairs away in an attempt to make room for her to breath without smacking her limbs on, angrily taking out her frustrations on the chairs that most likely saved her from a bad burn by sliding on concrete. Growling out as she tried pushing herself up she managed to get to her knees and hands as she was seconds away from getting up to her feet.

And that was then she felt the horrid pain of steel on flesh. Her butt to be precise. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" she screamed out as she shot her hands back, jolting up to a kneeling stance before hopping around on her knees, pushing her way past more chairs before collapsing onto her front. The pain shooting up her butt and up her back was burning through her as she kicked her legs about as tears started well up in her eyes.

Along with the sheering pain, the humiliation of being spanked in the ass with a metal chair was not the most flattering thing that Alison could've endured, mostly likely this was payback for the punt to the butt that Alison did a while ago. Despite that she was the one who had started it, Alison was not going to let that go unpaid for. Just the second she was ready to start fighting back, she was going to show this Bunny ear wearing freak what Alison could really do!

Considering that the pair of them were apparently paying each other back for whatever offensive maneuver they were doling out, it stands to reason that D.B. would use this opportunity to graciously return the favor from Allison's hilarious decision to smack her oversized wrestling boot against D.B.'s curvy backside. But the macabre lagomorph opted to pay Allison back tenfold by means of a cocked back chair shot that echoed all through out the arena and earning it's fair share of sympathetic groans.

"Yep...definitely more fun when the roles are reversed. Luckily you've got more than enough cushioning back there, don't ya hot shot?" D.B. taunted with a wily sneer as she propped the now slightly dented steel folding chair over her shoulder while savoring the sight of the languishing rookie. Her free hand digging into her jeans pocket before she raised her right leg high up and assertively stomped her hefty boot onto the reddened butt of Allison, the jumbled chairs and scrambling fans all around them complimenting D.B.'s dominant posing atop the squirming newcomer amidst the chaotic scene.

Once D.B. had her fun with the obligatory showboating, she would eventually dislodge her boot from Allison's' thonged rump and reached for a clenching handful of the rookie's flowing mane. A tugging haul only meant to guide Allison's back to her knees, which was where D.B. needed her to be for her next brutal maneuver. D.B. than winding up for a secondary attempted chair shot to Allison's back, followed up immediately with a third chair shot then being aimed squarely to those bountiful breasts of hers!!

Alison continued to grit her teeth in frustration as pain shot up from her butt from that vicious chair shot, unbeknownst to her that the chair had dented with how hard D.B. had swung into her butt. She heard D.B. mocking her from above, writhing on the ground as she attempted to push herself up, pushing her shoulders into the ground to try and raise herself as she chose to try and tend to her butt instead of using her hands to push her body up.

Instead, D.B. would assist her, though not in the way she wanted as she was pulled up by her long hair. "Aahhh!" she groaned out propped up onto her knees. It wasn't too long afterwards when D.B. swung the chair again, crashing into her back with violent force! Screaming out in pain as she arched back, thrusting out her chest as pain shot through her body, immediately afterwards D.B. struck again, this time smashing the chair into her chest!

Arms quickly shot to cover her chest as she screamed out in pain, covering her chest as she rolled away from D.B., into a row of chairs as she was coughing and gasping for air as her breasts took the brunt of the steel shot. Her back was burning from top to bottom as she managed to get to her knees again, this time leaning into one of the chairs to support herself. Growling out, she was sick and tired of being D.B.'s punching bag as she grabbed onto the chair, waiting for D.B. to get close enough before trying to fling the chair right into her face!

Even in matches as inherently chaotic as this one, which appear to have lost all semblance of order as the embattled pair took their brawling feud into the front row stands, that was not to say some elements of strategy were not being implemented. D.B. having knowingly chucked her rookie opponent into the nearest patch of unoccupied seats due in large part because of her intentions towards making efficient use of those folding chairs as the metallic weapons of Allison's destruction.

The same elements of savage stratagem were in use when D.B. slammed the dented folding chair across Alisons wide-open back before switching targets to her generous bosom. The resounding shock from the first thunderous blow no doubt causing Allison to puff out her heaving chest from the reverberating collision, and by effect, make targeting Allisons breasts all that much more impactful as a result of the newcomer's curved back.

"Heh..." D.B. grimly smirked before discarding her now caved-in chair to the side, the metallic seat now being too damaged to be of much use to her or anyone else really. The macabre bunny girl now steadily approaching Allison with an ominous swagger to her steps. Despite having brutally stomped her crotch, chucked her into the front row, tanned her hide and smacked her around with a now caved in folding chair, D.B. was still concocting new ways of making Allison regret ever waking up this morning.

Though in all of D.B.'s vicious ideas for the imminent future, none of them involved having a steel folding chair chucked at her forehead. The flying seat clocking D.B. square in the noggin and earning a startled groan from her lips. The macabre bunny girl spinning in place and staking a few drunken steps before collapsing to one knee, her gloved right hand masking her pained face and massaging her bruised temple...

Alison tossed the chair as hard as she could at D.B.'s face, she managed to buy herself time with flinging the metal weapon into the looming threat of D.B. She could've pulled away and try to catch her breath, but Alison knew that these kind of fights there was no retreating. D.B. was just going to catch up on her and just start beating on her again. If she wanted to survive and win this match, she needed to attack while the iron was hot and make D.B. pay for everything she's done and show everyone in this damn building why she was going to take everything by storm!

Stomping her way back to her feet, pain wrecking throughout her body as she stumbled towards D.B., she would take a step forward before bringing up her knee right into D.B.'s face to keep her stunned. The violent knee would not be the only thing that Alison would go for, if it had connected and give her enough time, she would wrap her arm around the Dreaded One's head to pull her up and drag her towards an untouched row of chairs.

The fans who were sitting in them was quickly escorted away by ring attendants who were following around and ensuring no one got caught up in the match.

Locking her arm around the head, Alison would loop D.B.'s arm around her head before stomping into the ground, attempting to lift her opponent up into the air for a suplex. But instead of falling backwards, Alison would push forward with her arm around D.B's head, attempting to X-Plex her into the row of chairs and attempt to drive her back first into a heap of pain!

More confused than anything else as to what the hell just happened, D.B. remained propped up on one knee in a thoroughly dazed state as she mumbled incoherently into the palm of her gloved hand. The macabre bunny girl, firstly, not expecting a freaking chair to come flying at her out of nowhere like that, and secondly not expecting it to come from someone she had just spent the last few minutes practicing her batting swing on with some of the most vicious chair shots she could muster. It was a testament to either Allison's endurance or pig-headed stubbornness that she could even pull that off. Whichever it was, D.B. didn't have long to reflect on it before Allison plowed her knee directly into her now throbbing face.

D.B.'s arms slackened limply to her sides from the jarring knee strike, her slouched over position and exasperated panting all showcasing her rattled state. She was clearly on the cusp of teetering over before the all too familiar sensation of being hauled up into a snug side headlock indicated to D.B. that Allison wasn't about to let that be the end of it. D.B. furrowed her brow and scrunched her face from the forced ascension that led to her being positioned somewhere she couldn't quite make out in her dazed stupor after having her head rocked.

The suplex setup was the same as before, with D.B.'s arm looped around Allison's neck and the gripped tugging of the side of her booty jean shorts. But unlike before, the bunny biker girl had no clever counter to escape this foreboding situation. And was instead flipped upside-down in the vertical suplex attempt that actually wasn't one, the X-plex flipping D.B. in mid-air and slamming her spine first into a row of steel chairs. The unorthodox slam clanging loudly throughout the stadium and leaving D.B. sharply arching her battered back before than shuffling to her front side to pant desperately into the stone cold floor beneath the scattered chairs that had left her partially buried.

Alison's back was hurting, her chest was hurting, and about all else her pride was hurting. She had taken a beating before from D.B. in the opening of the match, that had already done it's work and was stinging Alison, but the most recent treatment of being a human chair smashing dummy was another strike against D.B. She really wanted to hurt the veteran for using her for some kind of sick enjoyment! Dragging D.B. towards the chairs, she had wrapped her arm around the head and lifted her and flipped her in mid air as she drove her opponent spine and back first into the chairs!

The impact and landing was horrid, the sick sound of flesh smashing into chairs as some of them slid out from underneath Bunny as she crashed into the pavement in a heap. Alison would drop to her knees after the move, gasping and panting as she rubbed her chest, the violent shot of metal into her boobs was horrid as well as her back. She growled out as she would grab a hold of another chair, closing it as she lifted it above her head.

Instead of smacking D.B. with it however, she instead threw it down on top of her opponent, each one filled with nothing but anger and contempt towards her opponent! Reaching out for another chair, closing it as well, she would throw that one down on Death Bunny as well as she would continue this process until D.B. was buried under at least half a dozen chairs before grabbing one more and closing it. This time, she would grip the legs with both hands as she raised the chair above her head and would begin a flurry of chair shots slamming down on the pile of chairs to hammer down D.B. trapped underneath them!

The bunny girl's head trauma would only be compounded upon by the stiff knee strike straight into her unguarded mug after already having taken a friggin chair to her temple. Somewhere amidst the dazed disorientation that came with having her cranium consecutively rattled, D.B. could still semi-register what was going around her to an extent. The snug constriction of a side headlock along with being dragged around a few staggering steps was one foreboding sensation she could still make out, as was the tugging on her shorts and the sudden elevation immediately afterward.

Scattered onlookers wincing in unison from the unorthodox suplex that had D.B. beginning to regret involving steel chairs into the equation in the first place. Agonized groans emerging form her lips immediately upon impact as D.B.'s back was now racked with throbbing and spasmodic waves of pain. Huddling over towards her side and snarling indignantly into the concrete slab beneath her being her immediate reaction, and perhaps a lasting one as D.B. seemed to be briefly paralyzed by the crippling aches and pains before she began to start eerily shuffling upward. A stilted progress that was hampered even moreso by a steel chair suddenly slamming down onto her...

Than another...

And another...

D.B. began to sense a pattern here as she was suddenly being pelted by a deluge of steel chairs raining down atop her!! Now snarling obscenities while curling into a ball and cradling the back of her head, self-preservation became her immediate driving concern upon finding herself buried and being the recipient of non-stop, enraged chair-shots. Each one echoing sharply in her ears with a shrill agonized cry from any flailing slam that actually made steel on skin contact!!