The Lion and the rabbit! Amy Evans vs Death Bunny

Not her best position by any stretch if she was being honest. She did not like being on her back while an opponent was on top of her and she definitely didn't like having the wind knocked out of her, so the fact that Death Bunny was accomplishing both was really annoying her as she struggled to breathe was really annoying her.

It didn't last too long though as she was quickly pulled by her wig and by her clothes, wrapping around her before lifting her up in the air and dropping her backfirst onto her knee. "aggh!" she screames out as she rolls across the floor, and arm on her back to tend to her back.

Sympathetic groans rang out from seeing Amy go through a particularly tough stretch of the match, all culminating with an elevated backbreaker that was honestly hard to watch. D.B. herself would stand back up and take a deep breath to bring her boiling and enraged temperament down to a light simmer. She stalked the lion lady around the ring as she tumbled and rolled while nursing her back, having a firm control of the match making D.B. take things much more slowly now as she nudged Amy over to her back.

"See the difference between us yet? Cause I can sure as hell see it from where I'm standing..." D.B. grimly remarked while placing her black boot on Amy's abdomen, leaning down and grinding her treads into her stomach for what was nothing more than a mock pin. One which the referee nevertheless dropped down to the mat for.

"One!"

Amy was not doing well at the moment as she tried to get her bearings after the last few moves giving Death bunny control of the match once more. Though she still refused to stay down it wouldn't be as easy as she would have liked with the now focused bunny girl on the prowl above her as she was kicked to her back and the girl brought her foot down on her stomach and treating that as a pin, which was easily the most insulting thing she could have done in that moment.

Right after the count f one Amy simply pushed her leg off her and got her shoulder up growling as she rolled away from D.B and tried to get back to her feet. "Well don't worry about that ill be closing that distance very soon." She said as she moved around her looking for an opening she could exploit and deal with.

Though she obviously knew full well that her nonchalant pin attempt wouldn't get her anywhere, D.B. felt the need to impress upon Amy the proper pecking order in regards to the both of them. And that meant stomping down on the stubborn lion lady beneath her and reacquainting her with the treads of her leather boots. But Amy was proving herself to be as resilient as she was headstrong, the bunny girl scoffing irritatingly and stepping to the side once Amy rolled her shoulder up. She honestly thought she could have gotten close to a two count before the expected kick out...

D.B. continued to stalk the wounded lioness as she retreated and started shuffling back to her feet. The bunny girl never allowing more than a foot of space between them, which meant that once Amy was about to straighten her slouched posture to get vertical once more, D.B. would clench onto a hefty handful of Amy's blonde mane and tilt her head up. Offering Amy a glimpse of a smirking D.B. and her cock-backed fist, the bunny girl intending to wallop Amy with a stiff straight punch right to her face.

Amy was not one to take this for very long and already her head was filled with thousands of ideas on how she was going to pay her back but for now she just wanted to get back to her feet where she could fight back in some capacity. All her desire for revenge and her strengths weren't going to do her squat down on here with D.B stalking her the way she was. Slowly she tried to get back up to her feet only to be interrupted by her opponent grabbing her hair and bringing her upward and looking down at her with a smirk that didn't hide her contempt.

Unable to act in time she was socked across the face which sent her body back to the ground. "Guuagh!" she groans out as she does so and coughs before pushing herself back up and looking at Death bunny in the eyes once again defiantly. "That all you got, Ive been hit harder in a bar fight.." she said through the pain in her cheek.

For someone who prides herself on her brawling techniques, and her capacity to knock the ever loving daylights out of anyone on the roster with one clean strike, D.B. couldn't help but take supreme satisfaction from that one fierce haymaker. The same one that plowed into Amy's cheek, whipped her head to the side, and no doubt had her rattled head swimming laps. Seeing her crumple back down to the mat after having been through a torrent of offense from the deathly bunny girl was firmly branding Amy as the plucky underdog/fan-favorite in this fight, audience members cheering her on while D.B. remained motionless and uncaring to Amy's plight as she stood over the sputtering lioness.

Though those cheers started to pick up fervently once Amy somehow found it in her to stagger back up off the canvas. Offering D.B. a defiant response to go along with those defiant eyes. D.B. narrowed her eyes and sucked her teeth. She tried not to, but she was actually starting to develop some respect for the lion lady who refused to stay down...

"...You know...there's a thin line between being tough..." D.B. coldly remarked before bending down to once again clasp onto Amy's blonde locks with both hands, using them as the clenching grip to haul the lioness back to her feet and bring her face to scowling face with D.B. "...and just having a death wish." With that one bit of friendly advice, D.B. would attempt to rear her bunny-eared head back and shoot it forward while thrusting Amy's head forward as well. The bunny girl intending to knock Amy back down to the canvas where she belonged with a fierce headbutt.

This was probably the most she had been cheered in her career, usually because she was the one standing over and beating on a foe she deemed inferior to her and now was on the receiving end with this girl. Coughing and trying to get her bearings she showed D.B that under no circumstance was she going to stay down like that or give her the satisfaction of thinking she could do so. This got her hair grabbed once more as she was hoisted up and back to starring at her foe once more as she started to lecture her about her confidence and emphasizing it with a headbutt.

"Gaarrgh!" she groaned as her head snapped back and she came down lower from the impact staying low it looked like she was going to fall back to the matt. However she stops herself and pushed herself back up and swing for an uppercut to D.B's face. "Let me know when ive crossed it then! So I can keep going!" she said as she tried to stand up afterwards, eager to get her hands on her opponent again.

There was simply no way of walking away from a headbutt without feeling the lingering repercussions yourself. Namely some hazy vision along with some throbbing forehead pains that made D.B. take a quick step back with a wincing expression on her face. Luckily Amy was indeed in much dire strait as she tumbled backward on her wavering legs. D.B. pressed onward once she tasted blood in the water. Still not having quite recovered from the headbutt, but she was intent on pouncing once Amy collapsed back down to the canvas...

...only rather than that, Amy surprised everyone in attendance along with D.B. by firing off a jaw-crunching upper to the bunny girls chin!!

"Pwagh!!" Spittle flew from D.B's mouth once the uppercut found it's mark, repelling D.B.'s head up to briefly gaze at the ceiling and sending her stumbling backward with her back to Amy. She nursed her jaw and hunched over herself in grimacing pain for several seconds before turning back to Amy with a fiery indignation in her eyes, and a noticeably bloody lip.

"Oh you've crossed a line alright!!" D.B. snarled before impatiently dashing towards Amy with every intention of delivering a stiff lariat clothesline to her chest. The bunny girl only seeing red in what was clearly a hasty maneuver, but being enraged has a way of muddling your priorities.

That move may have not been the smartest course of action given where she was but it definelty felt good to remind D.B that she was a threat for a reason. Though her head hurt from the headbutt she slowly found her way to her feet while the crowd egged her on, though her eyes stayed on her opponent who she knew would not like what she pulled off one bit and she was quickly proven correct as she was charged at with a lariat dead set for her chest. One she had zero intention of letting hit her though.

Ducking under the arm she grabbed around and moved behind her to fully grab around her waist. With a smirk she arched her back and lifted upward to try and bring D.B with her and toss her over her in a vicious German Suplex her whole focus behind to bring her down for the most painful suplex she could possibly achieve. Afterwards she would roll though and get to her stomach while looking for a chance to strike again. "Well then maybe I should do that more often."

The subtle metallic taste in her mouth had alerted D.B. to what Amy's uppercut had done to her bottom lip, and in all practically, it was the dizzying head pains from both that strike and the headbutt that D.B. should have been more concerned with. But there was something about seeing that crimson hue on her finger that decidedly triggered something within the deathly bunny girl. She didn't expect some no name rookie to be the first person to have her draw blood in this league, and it was an accomplishment that D.B. intended to make Amy pay dearly for.

"Tch!" D.B. grit her teeth from feeling her lariat clothesline hit nothing but air, though no sooner was she about to turn in place did she feel the tightening grip around her waist and the heaving chest pressed against her back. As foreboding a feeling as their ever was. And one that D.B. didn't have the time to react to before she was hoisted overhead slammed squarely on the back of her head and neck. The impactful suplex leaving D.B. hunched over herself with her blue-jeaned backside in the air for several seconds before the less than flattering sight came to an end with D.B. slumping over to lie on her side with both hands cradling the back of her head.