Muriel Spencer vs. Death Bunny ~Today's Subject: Zoology 101! Today's Lesson: Lagomorphs!~

"Brighter than some brainless bunny!" Miss Spencer fired back, giving Death's arms one more jerk before releasing them from her grip. With the way Death was moving and pushing her body, it wouldn't take long for her to completely escape the hold, so Muriel decided it was better to release her then to keep fighting her and waste her own energy.

She let go of the bunny's arms, and slowly began to back off from her, taking one step backwards after another. She didn't stay away for too long, though. After a few quick seconds, the teacher came charging back in, raising her knee towards Death's back, trying to slam it into the woman from behind before she could get herself back up to her feet again.

At the very least, it was a moralistic victory. Finally getting a reaction out of the uptight schoolmarm that wasn't more of her inane reprimanding about D.B. "watching her language" or to "think about the children". That little spiteful retort about D.B. being brainless made her postulate that perhaps the school teacher did indeed have some form of bunny bias. It was a theory that earnestly wouldn't have shocked her considering Spencer's throwdown with the Love Bunnies, but the prissy teach probably had a point. If D.B. were smarter she would have figured out a way to turn this match around already...

The tension in D.B. arms melted away when Spencer relinquished her grip on the hold. Feeling immense relief from not feeling like her shoulders would come out of their sockets, D.B. rose back to a seated position only to be punted in her spine directly where Spencer dug her knee in before with a thunderous crack to go along with it.

"Hnngh!!!" D.B. arched back with muttered profanities mumbled through her snarling teeth, the bunny girl rolling to her side in agonized pain before crawling on her hands and knees towards the adjacent ropes. Her bunny ears sagged low as she dragged herself along the canvas, her obvious intentions being to create some separation between herself and the bunny hating teacher. Which was an unlikely outcome if Spencer was as smart as she says she is...

Muriel advanced on Death as the bunnygirl began to crawl away, the teacher intent on maintaining her momentum. She wasn't going to let Death escape, and she wasn't going to let herself lose her advantage, not while she was standing tall and the buxom bunny was on her hands and knees before her.

Miss Spencer quickly stepped towards her, and leaned down, reaching out for Death's body. She quickly began to slip her arms around the woman's waist, grabbing the bunny to pull her roughly back to her feet. "I'm not done with you yet!" She declared, tugging on the woman, trying to stand her back up so that she could set her up for her next move.

D.B. might have appreciated being wrong in this one instance. Instead Spencer did what she predicted and what anyone worth their salt in the ring would do, and pounced on the bunny girl before she could come within arm's reach of anything resembling the ropes. Dreaded memories of D.B. being suplexed out of her boots earlier on in the match flashed in her mind once the schoolteacher started hauling her back to her feet by hugging her from behind.

D.B. willingly complied with groggy ascension until Spencer got them both vertical once more, where D.B. knew she needed to respond with something before being chucked clear into the front row. Something the audience was clamoring for once they recognized the positioning themselves.

After grabbing onto Specner's arm coiled tightly around her waist, D.B. squirmed and fidgeted backward in the grip until she could feel the schoolteacher's heated breaths against the back of her neck. She ignored the slight blush and propelled her head back to attempt to smack Spencer right in her preachy mouth.

Muriel pulled Death to her feet, clenching her arms around the woman's waist. She gave her a squeeze, and took a deep breath, ready and willing to haul the bunnygirl off of her feet and straight through the canvas.

At least, that was the plan, until Death's head snapped backwards, slamming straight into the mouth of the blonde. She let out a startled cry and instinctively let Death go, taking a couple of staggered steps back away from her, reaching up to hold her hurting mouth. She touched it gingerly, then removed one hand, glancing down at it with shock in her eyes as she saw a familiar red stain on her fingers.

Blood. D.B. had busted Muriel's lip open, and the teacher was left in shock as she reached up again, feeling her mouth gently to see just how bad it was.

D.B. stumbled forward and thoroughly rubbed the back of her own cranium in wincing discomfort after her headbanging paid off. She was freed from Spencer's grasp and from the immediate danger it represented, but now with pounding head pains to compound along with the rest of her aching body. It may have been seen as a dirty tactic, but it was one that showed results. And D.B. figured it was about time she brought this match down to her own brawling tendencies.

She turned around and approached the schoolteacher to only just then notice that Spencer was tenderly addressing what amounted to nothing more than a paper cut for her. It made D.B. wonder just how Spencer would react to having her whole face caked blood red...

"What's wrong?...Think you look good in red..." D.B. snarled while reaching for Spencer's free arm by her wrist. D.B. would widen her stance and fiercely tug forward on Spencer into what was apparently an attempted Irish Whip. But if the schoolmarm didn't come out of her blood induced stupor, she would instead be greeted with an attempted clubbing clothesline to knock her right on her ass before she could even reach the ropes.

Miss Spencer looked up, just in time to see D.B. grabbing her arm, jerking her towards herself and into what the teacher had assumed was a whip. She could handle that. All she had to do was grab the ropes before she rebounded back towards Death. As long as she kept her cool, she could get this match back under control.

But Death wasn't going to be that easy, and like a few others rabbits that Muriel had faced in the past, she was proving to be tricky. Instead of flying to the ropes, the teacher was swung around, getting smashed dead-on by the close clothesline. Just as D.B. had wanted, Muriel fell back, landing on her ass right in front of the woman, looking up at her in a daze.

D.B. remained upright and towering above the floored teacher after having mowed her back down to the canvas. She offered the clobbered Canadian a soulless gaze and felt empowered once more, but D.B. had been in this position before. Out-muscling the schoolteacher and beating her down to a point where she felt the rest of the match was a perfunctory obligation. Only for Spencer to wrestle control back for several heart stopping close calls. This time D.B. knew better, and was going to use this sway in momentum to put the teacher away....

D.B. tilted her up towards the audience and extended her thumb to perform a cutthroat gesture across her neck. An ominous and foreboding hand sign that signaled what D.B. intended to be the grand finale for this match. D.B. would then reach down to clasp onto Spencer's already disheveled beehive hairdo and hoist her back up. With one arm over Spencer's shoulder and the other between her legs, the bunny girl would heave and twist the schoolteacher in one deft motion until she was precariously positioned upside down with D.B. arms clenched around her waist.

“If I were you teach, I’d stop pickin fights with bunny girls. Just doesn’t seem to work out for you…” D.B. snarled out after several seconds of hanging airtime for the school teacher. D.B. grit her teeth from flexing her biceps and pouring on the pressure on the schoolteacher’s waist, all before dropping down to implant Spencer in the tombstone piledriver.

Muriel groaned, as the towering and dominating Death Bunny grabbed her by her hair, jerking and yanking on it to pull her back up to her feet. She was out of it, the clothesline having done enough of a number on her to keep her in a stupor while the bunnygirl set her up for what came next.

It didn't take long for Death to haul her off of her feet, spinning her in midair into an upside down position. By the time Miss Spencer began to come out of her shocked state, it was too late for her. She cried out, wiggling her legs in the air, trying to shake herself free, but it was all to no avail. She was trapped, Death's powerful arms squeezing the hell out of her waist, crushing it in their grip, and then...

Then, Muriel went down. The tombstone was dropped, and the teacher's head was driven hard into the canvas. Her entire body shuddered, and then dropped to the mat in front of Death, going still and unmoving before her.

Thanks to the panicked squirming and flailing legs almost clocking her in the head, D.B. had to buckle down even tighter when Spencer apparently recognized the precariousness of her positioning. She certainly was extraordinarily feisty for someone of her advanced age. D.B. scoffed at the teacher's consistent knack for irritating her right to the very end, all before dropping to her knees and shaking the canvas from the sheer impact of the piledriver.

D.B. remained propped up on her knees as she scanned the motionless schoolteacher splayed out before her, grinning maliciously from what was undoubtedly the final nail in the proverbial coffin for Spencer's chances for emerging victorious. Underestimating Spencer was probably her greatest mistake coming into this one, so D.B. would elect to continue paying her that due respect by going for the pin immediately afterwards.

By taking Spencer's arms and crossing them over her heaving chest, D.B. would attempt to grimly pin the schoolteacher by weighing her down while the referee would drop in place and initiate the pin count.

"1!"