Alison Seong vs. Death Bunny! (No DQ)

Alison wasn't sure that smashing down on the pile of chairs with D.B. buried underneath them was as effective as hitting her opponent herself, but she could hear D.B. screaming out in pain. Which meant that it was working on some level as she continued to swing the chair with reckless abandon. Chair shot after chair shot she continued slamming her weapon down on the pile that buried D.B. each loud scream from her opponent was accompanied by an even louder clash of chairs. As much as rage was a driving force to continue attacking, it drained her stamina much more with her wild strikes as Alison was forced to stop.

Slumping to the side and keeping herself up with sticking the chair down into the floor as support as she began panting for air, looking at the wreckage in front of her and knowing that underneath it all was D.B. writhing in pain. Her lips curled to a smile, it was a good start but there was no way that it was enough to sate her desire for more retribution! Tossing the chair onto the pile, the last assault with the metal weapon as Alison would reach through the pile, hand rummaging around and around for D.B.'s head, looking for a handful of that purple hair of hers.

Once with a grip, she would haul her opponent out from the chairs and stumble forward, dragging D.B. with her as they went down the aisle and back towards the ring. She would attempt to throw D.B. forward, looking to get her to crash into the barricade as she would take a quick breather, one arm wrapped around her stomach as the toll of the No-DQ match was showing itself. Once with a enough air, she would glare intensely at her opponent, letting out a loud war cry before charging forward, attempting to spear D.B. through the barricade!

Buried beneath layers and layers of metallic slabs, D.B. remained curled up while shielding the back of her head and most importantly, her ears. Allison's rage-fueled assault proving definitively that chair shots didn't necessarily have to make physical contact to be ear-piercingly excruciating. Each clanging collision ringing true in D.B.'s echoing earlobes and adding a fresh new wave of disorientation with each reverberating slam of metal on metal. What the infuriated rookie lacked in terms of tact, strategy, or any general sense of restraint, she was surely making up for with an unyielding rage that D.B. wasn't having much choice but to endure.

The blissful sounds of silence signaled to D.B. that Allison's arms must have finally gotten tired. And while it was obviously a grateful reprieve from being pummeled into the ground, D.B. had a distinct feeling it was one with a short life span. The rummaging hand digging into the pile of chairs proving herself regrettably right upon feeling those tugging fingers clasp her purple locks. The macabre bunny girl emerging from her metallic coffin in decidedly worse shape than before she was encased inside of it. A glazed and disoriented look in her half-lidded eyes while she regrettably had no choice but to obey and follow wherever the fierce strain on her scalp was leading her.

Stumbling besides Allison while tepidly grasping at the back of Allisons' waist, the macabre bunny girl stifled a mumbled groan from being chuckled into the barricade. She leveraged herself heavily against it with one arm draping over the top and her knees nearly buckling beneath her. The sheer exhaustion painted on her panting face showed that both her and Allison were about square in terms of the beating they had taken so far. But while Allison saw only a wounded veteran aching to be put of her misery, D.B. glanced up and saw just as much opportunity. In mid charge, D.B. would rush forward and duck low to clasp tightly on the muscled thigh of her opponent. Her own bellowing war cry sounding just as loud as she hoisted Allison upward and dropped her stomach first in a flapjack slam atop the barricade!!

Alison was going to tear this woman apart, she didn't care about the reputation that preceded her or anything else at this point. She was here to make an impact and she was going to do it at the expense of D.B. She knew that her opponent was going to do the same thing to her, a good showing that away from the ring didn't garner any ring rust. The violent beating of the chair was definitely going to slow down D.B. as Alison threw her as hard as she could into the barricade, hearing the thud of D.B. busty's figure slamming into it. Huffing as the No rules match was taking a toll on her, Alison did not wait for long as she went charging at her cornered opponent. Her attempts to spear D.B. through the barricade for a violent collision was put on thin ice however, D.B. managing to duck in low and wrap her arms around her waist, lifting her up into the air until her torso crashed against the top of the barricade!

Alison's eyes went wide, her solar plexus took the brunt of the crash, breathlessly heaving and gasping for air as she was teetering over the top threatening to spill over into the area around the ring and yet not having enough leverage to do so. Left on the barricade, Alison's butt was exposed for all the fans to see and take pictures of as Alison was in no position to cover up or even push herself off of the precarious position!

Despite having gone through arguably as much punishment as Allison at this point, there was one key difference that allowed D.B. the opportunity to turn the tables on her enraged foe so swiftly. And that was Allison had made the critical mistake in letting her boiling temper let her overexert herself from her earlier maddened frenzy. Burying D.B. in steel chairs and wailing away at her making for an impressive visual statement, but not exactly an efficient use of one's energy. All of that needless swinging probably doing more to exhaust and tire Allison out than do any actual lasting damage to D.B. from beneath that mountain of rubble.

Not to mention that all those extra seconds Allison used to catch her own breath after tossing D.B. into the barricade was time that the bunny girl spent recuperating as well. Though D.B. was by means a Spring chicken after her last second counter left Allison heaving her lungs out atop the barricade. The macabre bunny girl collapsing to a seated position in an exhausted slump beside Allison's draped over torso. There was a few seconds of exhaustive panting from D.B. before she turned to her side and steadily rose back to her feet.

She stumbled briefly before righting herself by clenching onto a nearby unoccupied steel chair. The adrenaline was still pumping in her veins after having narrowly avoided getting speared into oblivion...and it immediately continued fueling her actions as she slammed that folding chair up and dragged it back to the barricade. D.B. snarling her teeth in well-justified frustration as she reared that folding chair back before slamming it against Allison's thonged rump. The macabre bunny girl once again tanning her plump butt cheeks and reacquainting Allison with a searing pain she probably really wished she could forget.

Prideful and hungry for glory had made the new wrestler to the league become blind with the thought of conquering the veteran of Death Bunny. Now she was left coughing and heaving for air as she was strung out over the barricade, squirming on top as her chest and stomach were wrapped over the edge. One hand reached for her stomach while the other pressed off of the barricade to try and get herself off from the dangerous position.

However at that point, it was already too late.

Alison's eyes widened in pain as the mixture of a ear piercing scream and a loud smack of metal on flesh shot out as D.B. had violently smashed a chair into her ass. The jolt of pain that shot through Alison's body caused her to tip and fall over the barricade as she landed in a heap. Both of her hands shot to her butt as she laid on her side, gritting her teeth as she kicked her legs about trying her best to ease the pain in her cheeks.

It didn't work.

There was a certain sense of cathartic irony to how this entire situation played itself out. Especially considering that just ten minutes ago it was D.B. who was hung out to dry on the barricade before being "assisted" from her perch by means of Allison booting her right to the side of her face. D.B.'s method of repaying Allison for that earlier favor being decidedly more creative...and ensured that Allison wasn't going to be able to sit right for a week.

D.B.'s, quite literal, assault to the hapless rookie resulting in a crowd-pleasing jiggle to Alison's rump before having her go tumbling outside. The macabre bunny girl keeping pace with her by shimming over the barricade herself one leg at a time. There was a heaving groan to her stilted steps that painted the picture of how exhausting dealing with this no account scrub was becoming.

"Ya know...I didn't plan to quite literally be kicking your ass tonight...jus sorta..." D.B. said before lifting one of her booted feet high and stomping down on Allison's' tanned backside. "...worked out like that." D.B. than chucked her chair to the side, it not having much use anymore considering it was so dented that slamming Allison with it would probably only be half as damaging as usual.

Instead, D.B. would aim to clench fiercely onto that flowing mane of Allison's and use that straining grip to get the hardcore rookie back upward. In one smooth motion D.B. would hoist Allison gut first onto her shoulder, one arm wrapped around Allisons waist like a sad sack of luggage. The deathly bunny girl than turning in place to the nearest corner ringpost before going into a quickened rush straight towards it. All in her attempt to chuck Allison head first into the steel structure!!

Alison's face scrunched in pain as she continued to grab at her butt cheeks, the metal attack of steel chair was never fun to deal with. Taking a shot to her butt of all places was something new for the brash upstart to take a hit. She slowly began to roll away from the barricade as the painful sensation started to die down from an unbearable amount of pain to a burning amount of pain, gritting her teeth as she tried to continue recovering away from Death Bunny.

But the Dreaded Woman would not just let Alison get away so easily as she climbed over the barricade and entered the area around ring where everything was a little less painful to be thrown in. At least, that's what Alison thought. Being plucked off of the ground, Alison was quickly spun up onto D.B.'s shoulder, perched up in dangerous territory for where ever the powerful woman wanted to take her.

Alison's eyes widened as she saw that there was one painful thing that existed ringside and it was the steel ring post that D.B. was trying to javelin her face into. A blow like that was not going to be easy for Alison to come back from as she immediately began squirming. There was only a few seconds before she was barreled into the post with crushing force. Desperation kicked in as she attempted to slip down the back of D.B. and sought to turn her momentum against her by shoving her opponent forward and attempted to send her crashing into the post instead!

In an oddly perverted sense, once could say that Alison is indebted to her macabre, bunny-eared adversary. Even if the hardcore rookie doesn't end up winning this match, which D.B. intended to make absolutely sure didn't happen, Alison would be leaving this match with a renewed fandom behind her. Though those newfound fans would only be a result of the numerous times Alison had been massaging her battered backside. Perhaps she was unaware of the oogling attention she was drawing to her aching rump from her repeated caressing and kneading...but there was a chance that during her next match she may find herself an unexpected fan favorite.

"Up ya go..." D.B. exerted a heaving groan from hauling the heavier than expected hardcore rookie on her shoulder, one reaffirming shrug of her arm centering Allison precisely where D.B. wanted her. The bunny girl backpedaled a few steps and made doubly sure Allison's face lined up perfectly with the steel post a few feet ahead of them. She wanted to make sure she had as much sprinting space as she could manage before charging full steam ahead.

Though what came next was decidedly not what she intended. The slippery rookie shimmying of of her shoulder from behind and contributing to D.B.'s stampeding momentum by shoving her head first into corner ring post. A chilling clang ringing through the arena as D.B. repelled off and to the sides for two stumbling steps before losing all equilibrium and collapsing to the floor in a dizzied and agonizing stupor.

Alison avoided a horrid collision with the ring post as she managed to slip her way down the back of D.B. with the swiftness of the wind. And just as quick, she pressed her hands against the back of the veteran to add even more momentum into her charge and let her take her place with her meeting with steel! It was a sickening sound of flesh and steel smashing into each other and the age old fact of steel always winning won through as D.B. was reduced into a stumbling dazed mess! "You're done bitch!"

Gritting her teeth as she reached back for her butt, still stinging in pain, Alison knew that this was her chance to finish this as she rushed at D.B. She needed all of the opportunities that the bunny gave her as she would attempt to grab onto D.B. hair, yanking her off of the floor and dragging her to the ring. Forcing D.B. into the ring, rolling her opponent towards the center as she quickly slid in. Alison got to her feet and cut her throat with her thumb, signifying the end of this match!

Grabbing D.B. by her hair again, she would shove the bunny ear wearing woman's head between her legs, smiling in victory as if it was already assured. Wrapping her arms around DB's waist, she would attempt to up the woman, over her head to grab onto her armpits. If she was successful, she would hold DB high in the air as much as she could before taking a step forward, flinging her opponent forward as she attempted to Crucifix Powerbomb Death Bunny into the mat and end her with Death By Winter!

Numbed over sensations began coming in intermittent waves as D.B. struggled to rise back up with a seemingly drunken disorientation. The echoing audience around her sounding like she was underwater from how distorted it sounded, especially considering that it was competing with the incessant ringing in her ears. Her own hubris perhaps leading to this downfall. D.B. earnestly expecting that Alison finally had all the fight beaten out of her. Hence why she attempted such a high risk/high reward setup in the first place.

She felt vague tumbling motions that stirred her back to life somewhat, her squinting eyes acknowledging the familiar look of the ring canvas beneath her gloved hands propping herself up. It helped her assess where she currently was through the foggy daze in her mind, but that was little solace when she felt herself being bent over and trapped between Alison's thighs. She wobbled on uncertain legs and patting at the muscled thighs around her head before being ultimately flipped over to lay across Alison's back.

D.B. recognized the position, and what's more, knew she had little options to defend against it. Red-faced from equal parts anger and embarrassment from being propped up like some sacrificial lamb, D.B. braced herself as best she could before being chucked sky high and sickeningly implanted on the back of her head and shoulders. The once terrifying avatar of death now laying spread-eagled on the mat with her eyes sewn shut to the world. She had scant few signs of life, including the subtle heaving of her lush chest...Alison's' aptly named finisher having seemingly earned its moniker, much to the audience’s shocked dismay...