AV 18 Main Event World Championship - Alison Seong (c) vs. Death Bunny

Expect nothing of Allison Seong, and you'll never be disappointed. This was about the mental perception D.B. had of the current champion after having already tussled with the arrogant pissant once before. She'll give the delusional world champion points for being a downright vicious son of a bitch when it came down to actually knocking some heads around and getting her hands dirty. D.B. recalling being suplexed spine-first onto the barricade as an unpleasant reminder of that. But points for malice were offset by just about every other character scoring she could allot to Alison. Including those for smarts and any sense of honor in a fight. Neither of which she seemed to possess given her opening gambit.

D.B. swiftly ducked underneath the gold-plated surface only thanks to the fact she already knew not to underestimate the depths to which this bitch would sink when it came to proving herself the cream of the crop and deserving of the championship belt that everyone already knew she didn't deserve. Her flopping elongated bunny ears getting the brunt of the impact instead, before she promptly twisted around to reapply an old favorite of Alison's. Something D.B. knew she needed to cinch in just to make extra sure Alison was listening to her. D.B. didn't like repeating herself, and she knew how unbelievably thick-headed Alison was. And while D.B. took some measure of enjoyment from seeing Alison squirm and wriggle...the Grim Hopper really hoped Alison wasn't starting to get off on any of this...both literally and metaphorically.

"I had a feeling you'd say that...I'll take that as your sincere apology." D.B. grimly uttered with a twinging clutch onto the champ's quivering softness with her soulless scowl never changing...before promptly unlatching her clawing hold and retracting her gloved hand. Breathing through flared nostrils as she seemed to be offering Alison a moment of uncharacteristic mercy and forgiveness for the champion trying to take her head off back there. But D.B.'s hand would eerily rise upward before shooting forward to clamp itself onto Alison's neck, the bunny reaper positioning her opponent's arm over her shoulder before taking a tugging handful of the side of Alison's' spandex outfit, and attempting to chokeslam Alison square in the middle of the ring!!

Alison's mouth was wide open, her eyes widened with pain as Death Bunny grabbed onto her crotch and started to squeeze and claw with all of that terrifying grip that Alison still had nightmares about. Her hands clenched on the wrist, unable to squeeze with her full power as the Grim Hopper's debilitating claw sapped her of her strength. Her spandex suit providing no form of protection against those nails digging into her most sensitive spot. "Aaaaaaaaaaaah!" Alison let out as the claw sunk deeper into her crotch, her body jolting from the pain as she shook her head, still as stubborn as the day is bright!

"Fu...fuck...Fuck you!" she hissed out, spitting it out at Death Bunny's face and refusing to break in front of her opponent! Her crotch was released as Alison took in a deep breath. Or rather, she was going to before she felt the hand clamping down on her throat. Her eyes widened even faster as her hands shot up to regrab the hand as she gasped for air. Trying to pull the hand off after she was caught off guard was not happening for Alison as she found herself being lifted into the air, her spandex getting pulled up and wedged up to reveal more of her butt cheek before she was slammed back down with a vicious chokeslam!

Alison's body recoiled and bounced off of the mat before she crashed again into it, hands wrapping around to her head while rolling onto her side! Not even a minute into the match and she'd taken a heavy move!

Whatever fleeting relief that Alison felt from having her tender crotch becoming mercifully released wasn't appreciated for much longer. D.B. not exactly renowned for showing random acts of benevolent mercy towards individuals she openly despises, with tonight being no exception to that rule. The strangling grip she clamped onto Alison's throat being just as vice-like as the one that was clawing at her nethers, but as to whether this squeeze was preferable to the other was debatable, and one that Alison would have probably been all the happier not to decide upon. The ring-shaking choke-slam sounding like pure thunder and sending pulsating reverberations throughout the ring that even had D.B. jostling a bit as she stood in place over the writhing world champion.

"..."

D.B. remained cold and emotionless to the world around them booming in applause from seeing such a bombastic move within barely a minute of the match kicking off, though D.B. knew better than to believe that one chokeslam was all it was going to take to put this insufferable bitch out to pasture. Both of her gloved hands reached down to reaffirm another cold grip on Alison's neck to haul the champion back to her feet in one deft show of strength, before than tossing her spine-first into the nearby ring corner. D.B. than approaching the corner like the march of grim Death herself, scowling bitterly with both hands clenched, and if uninterrupted, would attempt to pummel the ever daylights out of Alison with rocketing punches to her abdomen, ribs, and a walloping uppercut to her chin.

Grabbing at the back of her head, Alison groaned out in pain as the whipping of her head into the mat had rattled her and her body while the rest of her back was burning with pain from the dreaded chokeslam! She tried to get her bearings back, attempting to sit up and get to her knees but DB was already on her as by the time she was halfway up the gloved hand was on her throat as her eyes shot open again, gasping for air as she was hauled her back up to her feet. She wasn't dead lifted off of the mat, but when someone has her by the throat, Alison's body was more than willing to rise in an attempt to ease the choke and continue breathing as she was pulled back into the corner.

Thrown against the corner, Alison grunted out as her back was afflicted with more pain, hunching forward as her arms hooked around the top ropes to keep her standing. But it left her in perfect position for Death Bunny to begin her barrage of blows. Alison's body recoiled and jerked with each punch, grunts of pain and air shooting out of her mouth as she lurched forward, moving right into the uppercut that blasted into her chin!

Her head whipped back, flopping back into the corner before springing out of it, attempting to push past Death Bunny as she would make her way down the ropes. Her body was loopy by the stubborn Alison refused to let Death Bunny drop her again as she stumbled with the assistance of the ropes, grabbing at her jaw as she tried to catch a breather!

Being cornered by one of the more efficiently fearsome strikers in the league was a lamentable position for anyone to find themselves in...and the match-bell was practically still vibrating considering how early and into it's infancy the match still was. The champion's string of rotten luck was apparently stretching onward as D.B. adopted a striker's stance. With her lean legs bent at the knees and a slightly hunched over posture, D.B. rotated with each slugging hook to ensure perfect velocity behind each blow, tightening the muscles in her arms, legs, and even her curvy glutes with every pivot. The sheer, momentous force behind each impact forcing Alison's pummeled body to bounce and bob around until one booming crack to the jaw put her into a full retreat.

"..."

Encroaching upon Alison from behind like a grim, nightmarish inevitably given physical form, The Bunny Reaper somberly shadowed the fleeing champion from the corner until she came up to about the middle of the ropes. She stomped forward to obtain a clasping handful of Alison's jet black hair, and used that grip to thrust Alison's head and upper body through the top and middle rope, but leave her feet planted in the ring. Alison's arms would be flung around the top rope until she was put on full, hopeless exhibit for the ravenous audience still riding high off of the break-neck speed that match had started under. After cupping Alison's chin and tugging her head back, those ample breasts of Alisons' would be battered and bludgeoned with several clubbing forearm strikes from D.B.'s Ten Bells signature maneuver. That being the total number of boob smashing wallops, with the audience counting along until she released her grip at the ten count...before stomping Alison right in her partially wedgied rump from the earlier chokeslam.

Alison's feet stomped on the mat as she tried to keep her balance, but the balance would mean nothing as Death Bunny was right on her after delivering a blistering assault of fists! Alison was seized, forced towards the ropes with a handful of hair as she was put between the top and middle ropes as she was put in a precariously danger position, trapped between the ropes! Her arms were hooked on the top rope, preventing her from pulling herself free and locking her on the ropes as those ghastly hands of her opponent grasped on her chin, pulling back on it until Alison's chest was left unprotected!

Her teeth gritted as she twisted and turned, trying to find a way out from the ropes but then all of her attempts were stopped in their tracks as DB began to rain down forearm after forearm into Alison's chest! One after the other, all Alison could do was to tighten her chest as her breasts were brutalized, smashed in by the forearm as they reached all the way up to ten! The battering left Alison winded and dazed as her arms slipped off of the top of the ropes as she hung over the middle rope with her hands on her chest, coughing for air as she tried to get her bearings back, but that wasn't going to happen for her as DB shoved her foot into her butt, forcing her out of the ring as she tumbled to the floor, right next to the cell wall!

Sometimes wrestling wasn't as technically complex as gray-haired veterans made it seemed. Those who have dedicated to their entire lives to joint manipulation and mat grappling would assuredly disagree with that idea...but D.B. found that sometimes it all just came down to the simplest way to winning the match, ended up being the more effective. And what was simpler than propping up your opponent in a defenseless position, and just clobbering away at her with heart-stopping forearm strikes that must have felt like weighted anchors slamming against her boobs.

The audience helped D.B. keep count of her Ten Bells salute until she finally finished, although they continued counting for a spell before clamoring for more as the World Champion literally had her ass kicked out of the ring. The Grim Hopper followed soon afterward but took a brief seat on the ring apron to pitifully scowl at the sorry excuse for a champion languishing at her feet. "None of this is meant to be taken personally, Alison. It's just the natural order of things. You must have known this was coming...that you couldn't keep pretending to be a champion forever...that eventually someone was going to come along...and correct this mistake..." D.B. wisely imparted as she hopped down from her perch, than reaching for Alison's hair to tug her upward before grasping at the back of her thighs just below her backside. With a sudden lift to prop Alison stomach first on D.B.'s shoulder, and an attempt at charging forward to ram the champion spine first into the steel cage, D.B. was going to see if she could make Alison's spine feel just as sore as her breasts.

Alison crumpled on the hard mats that were their only protection in this match. There was no other safety net, if you could even call them that, in this hellish structure as she began to push herself up onto her hands and knees. Death Bunny was already gathering an almost unstoppable amount of momentum and she knew that she had to stop the Grim Hopper before it was too late and things ended up like last time!

Growling as she pushed herself up to a kneeling position as Death Bunny grabbed her by her hair. She was pulled up on to her feet, her hands reaching up to grab Death Bunny by the wrists as she tried to free herself, but the amount of beating she took was slowing her down as it gave Death Bunny all the time she needed to go in low, wrapping her arms around her thighs and locking Death Bunny against the Champion with her shoulder pressing right against her stomach.

Alison's eyes widened as she was forced back as she crashed back first into the cell wall! The chain link tore at her back as she roared in pain, head snapping back as she screamed in pain. If she was allowed to, she would drop down onto the mats again, knees first as her hands shot to her back as she let loose another groan of pain before dropping onto her front. She was in a bad position and she knew it was only going to get worse unless she did something, crawling towards the ring as she reached out for the underneath the ring apron, trying to pull herself underneath it!

Thankfully, ringside officials made duly sure that the rigging keeping the steel cage together was soundly secured and tightened on this side of the ring. The way the steel structure buckled and trembled from the ruthless impact left those in the front row wondering as to whether they should perhaps be prepared to duck and cover at any point in this match. But for now, the only person in any immediate danger remained to be the world champion stuck inside the cage with the macabre bunny girl currently riding roughshod over her.

D.B. dislodged her shoulder from Alison's stomach long enough to allow her the opportunity to crumple and and slump to her knees, a brief retreat in what had so far been a night of rampant offense. Her lifeless gaze averted downward at the pitiable champion languishing at her feet, the bunny girl rotating her shoulder in circles as she sucked her teeth at the annoyance of this title match seemingly becoming a blowout no sooner than it had started. That was until Alison finally started making some focused movement, crawling towards the ring apr-

"OH NO YOU DON'T!!!" D.B. sprinted over towards where Alison crawling...quick, fast, and in a hurry. The Grim Hopper sprinting faster than Alison could crawl, and cutting off the raven-haired coward from reaching the ring apron. The raven-haired champion seeing a pair of booted feet blocking her from her hidey hole before D.B.'s gloved hands would reach down to escort the champ and turn her away from the ring before attempting one helluva European uppercut to her chin.

Alison just needed a moment away from Death Bunny, just a bit of breathing room to catch her breath and recompose herself as she continued to crawl away. But she didn't get far, since there was little room to give inside Hell in a Cell and especially in the area between the wall and ring as Death Bunny's boot stomped in front of her, blocking her escape as her eyes widened, looking up at the looming figure standing over her! She was pulled off of the mat, being dragged up onto her feet as she grabbed onto the arms on her.

She gritted her teeth, there was no way that she was going to let this continue! Alison struggled, preventing DB from completing whatever it was that she was plotting, pulling on her Challenger as she dragged them closer towards the steel steps.

Attempting to force a break, Alison dropped down to the mat, wrapping her legs around DB's nearest as she attempted to drop toe hold the Challenger, sending her face first into the steel steps!