Lucky vs Death Bunny 2: Breakthrough!

Lucky's strength would bring down the Bunny of absolute Unlife, her constricting-grapples pinning her to the floor hunched-over and faced down as her limbs were pulled back at crippling angles! Sakura's eyes were sharp with fierceness, only clutching back HARDER and HARDER, a bit more at a time as DB's submission seemed all but assured, the woman going down FAST, gradually coming in full-facial-contact with the mat! This wasn't the time to let up her assault... this was the time to reinforce it! Gritting her teeth, her lips pulled back in an almost feral snarl, Sakura's whole demeanor would seem completely dichotomous to the bright and cheerful colors she wore in the ring and on her person! She was determined above all to bring this rabbit down, to at least tame her enough so that some kind of mutual respect could be shared between them! She was so focused... She had to be! She couldn't beat DB by being nice! She couldn't make her... you know... NOT HATE HER by being a fluffy cuddle-bun! DB was a woman of action, of POWER... it'd be the only thing she'd understand, right?

...As much as it hurt to keep her feelings inside, feelings of respect, admiration, happiness, excitement, she had to in order to focus... DB would be able to completely take control otherwise!

...And it would seem she'd begin to take control regardless! Her strength was mighty, of that there was no doubt! She managed to out-punch Cicilia De'Reignhardt in a fight which seemed borderline x-rated and STILL got off better than she had any right too! The ability to climb up from being face-down on the floor with both arms being constricted and with a full woman's weight on her back... it was almost unreal! ...And what made it all the more fantastical... was that she had the power to OVERCOME these constrictions and adjust Lucky's position only slightly in order to force her onto her shoulders in a semi-fireman's carry!

"WH.... WHAT!?" Lucky cried out, flailing her arms and legs this way and that! "HOW CAN YOU...."

BAM!

The words in Sakura's mouth died on her lips with a scream.... and a whimper. Sakura was SLAMMED into the floor underneath DB as her ungodly strength and resilience allowed her to plow throuhg the cheerleader's binding, crushing grip! Her eyes clenched shut, her lips trembling, her eyes tearing up at the corners in pain, Sakura let out a soft moan.... trying to get her bearings!

One step at a time. It's how she tackles whatever taxing conundrums life flings her way. A token piece of advice from a source she had long since forgotten but nevertheless takes to heart when the odds were seemingly insurmountable. Such as when she was having her right arm torqued behind her back to a degree that tested the plausible limits of the human body's natural flexibility, all while supporting the combined weight of both women in a balancing act that was never meant to last forever. Not when Lucky had the back of her smooth thigh draped against the back of D.B.'s head for an angled slump downward as if she were the Hunchback Of Notre Dame, her twisted midsection making it hard to breathe and even more strenuous to think straight. Not many in the arena tonight were expecting a full-blown match to erupt out of what some deemed to be another slaughter in the making, including the mangled Bunny Reaper snarling her teeth and furrowing her brow against the canvas. This was all a level of tortured anguish she wasn't expecting to contend with tonight...but nothing she was entirely unaccustomed to. One step at a time being taken to blot out the noise and concentrate.

The Murder Bunny steadily arising from her entangled entombment with seething exhales and an otherworldly source of strength and endurance until she had stomped up to her feet thanks to her taut leg muscles stretched tight from the undoubted strain of her accomplishment. Sweat dripped to the ring canvas from her forehead from still being hunched over herself to a delight for those oogling her blue-jeaned rump. Her job only being halfway done before one heaving hoist settled the chipper cheerleader atop D.B.'s shoulders before hammering the back of her scruffy haired head into the ring canvas via the booming death valley driver. The relieved Bunny Reaper taking a rolling tumble herself before landing atop her knees but obviously in serious discomfort, evident by her soothing the shoulder socket of the arm Lucky was wrenching back like a madwoman. She clenched and unclenched her fist several times with a twinging wince every time she tried rotating the arm, eventually directing her glaring attention to the spread-eagled cheerleader before shuffling over to rest her back atop Lucky's mashed breasts while hooking both of her legs into the air for the pin attempt that also had Lucky's skimpy skirt flipped down.

"1!"

Lucky's control over DB was as absolute as it was paramount. To give someone like her Death Bunny an opportunity in a fight was to give her a free, devastating attack as she would waste NO TIME OR ENERGY WASTING THAT CHANCE! The result of Sakura's inability to immobilize her opponent was painful as it was oppressive, the rabbit SLAMMING her down onto her back with enough force for any skilled fighter to wonder... if there was a single bone left in Lucky's back that was still in tact! Eyes clenched shut, chest rising and falling quickly and heavily, Sakura let out a low moan of agony. She lay spread-eagled across the floor, her skin coated in a heavy sheen of stress-induced sweat, all the while the worse DB had gotten away with was some discomfort in her shoulder, easily brushing it off with one or two rolls! She would lay across Lucky for the one-count... before Sakura's hand would SHOOT up, breaking the hold DB had on her just before number 2!

Exhausted, beaten with just one blow, Sakura probably looked pathetic to the people out there that couldn't FEEL what she was. Natasha was probably looking on, her blue-hair blended in with the blur of Sakura's watery eyes and the innumerable audience. Lucky would have been herself, in fact, if she had the energy or the room along her nerves to FEEL it. Death Bunny's attack had rendered her spine like that of a piece of bamboo, weak and flimsy, as if a well-placed kick might simply snap it to pieces! If Sakura was left alone after that kick, she would let out a soft moan and roll over on her front, her arms wrapped around her belly as the burning ache of her spine traveled over along her front, melting her abs in it's insidious grip.

Her cheek mashed into the floor as she struggled to even push off against it with her head, her eyes clenched shut as she attempted to bare the agony... It was like DB had thrown her onto a STAKE, one she had barely been able to wriggle off! Anger began to bloom upon the pain that arched along the cutesy cheerleader's bones, her brow furrowing and her jaw clenching. She couldn't believe it... All this training and she was still almost entirely one-shot with a single technique!

...She couldn't believe it...

Limply attempting a roll, Sakura would attempt to make an escape towards the ropes... to put some distance between herself and the bunny-behemoth.