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

Muriel was tough, but there was only so much damage one woman could take before starting to crack. The teacher wasn't quite there yet, but if she couldn't turn things back around, she knew she would soon reach that limit.

She rolled over onto her stomach, and starting to push herself up, up to her hands and knees, shaking her head slowly. If she could just get back up, she could get this match turned back around. That was the main thought in her head, right before Death's leg swung at her, her boot kicking her squarely in her stomach.

With a surprised shout, the teacher was knocked onto her side, curling up, clutching at her stomach. It turned out she wasn't getting back up anytime soon, it seemed, especially if Death had anything to say about it!

It may have come off as not altogether sincere, but D.B. was earnestly offering the Canadian teacher genuine kudos for withstanding a suplex that had gotten her several wins in the past. All from far tougher looking opponents than the primly dressed Spencer. Though she figured that it wasn't much consolation considering she would punctuate that compliment with a swift boot to her abs immediately afterwards.

D.B. glanced up and noticed their positioning less than a few feet away from a corner turnbuckle. She had fully intended to keep matters simple by keeping Spencer grounded after having going through an exhaustive series of flips and suplexes. But D.B. figured she could afford the slight risk of hoisting Spencer back up for something a little more impactful...

Reaching down to to reaffirm her grip into Spencer's by now disheveled head of hair, D.B. would usher her opponent up to her feet and shove her back first towards that turnbuckle. After pressing her forearm into Spencer's neck to tilt her head back, D.B. would attempt to raise her open hand for a meaty knife edge chop against the teacher's abundant chest.

With her usually tight bun having come loose, Muriel let out a whimper as Death grabbed her by her hair, dragging her to her feet and to the corner. The teacher shivered as she was shoved against the turnbuckle, knowing that the worst was yet to come but realizing also that she wasn't in the position to do anything about it.

When the bunny's chop slammed into her ample chest, Miss Spencer's entire body shuddered, the Canadian letting out a loud, strained cry as she jerked from the impact. She began to go limp afterwards, slumping against the corner, her breath growing harder and more ragged than before. This was the worst possible position for her to be in, and unless she found an opening soon, Death was going to continue torturing her with her unrelenting attacks.

The toll of the match was practically written all over the slumping teacher's downtrodden face after D.B. slicing chop caused Spencer to collapse into the corner. Leaving Spencer with a disheveled hairdo and her silk blouse slightly undone at the top to reveal a generous amount of cleavage as well as the red welt from D.B.'s strike. Bunny was no spring chicken herself, breathing heavily while brushing some sweat out of her eyes. Having Spencer on the ropes did feel overwhelmingly satisfying, but finally coming to this point had taken more energy than she anticipated.

Propping Spencer up did offer D.B. some refreshing ways to keep the pressure on her and soften her up before one or two power moves could seal the deal for her. After climbing atop the middle ropes, D.B. would grasp Spencer's rumpled hairstyle and tilt her head back. Giving the Canadian a familiar sight of D.B. rearing back her fist before attempting to lay consecutive strikes to her primp face.

Miss Spencer was tired, and beaten, but in the precious few seconds she had while Death climbed up the ropes gave her a chance to catch a little bit of breath. She could still turn this around. She just had to act and actually do somet...

...too late.

Muriel's head was tilted back, and she cried out, as Death's first blow landed on her face, and then the next, and then the next. She jerked, and yelled, and struggled with each one, feeling weaker and weak with each of the bunnygirl's hard-hitting punches.

Still though, the teacher was stubborn, and even as Death hammered her, she knew she had to actually do something before the gothic turned her face into hamburger. She waited, trying to find a gap between punches, and then would reach up, trying to grab Death's legs, so that she could pull her off and try to drop her off of the ropes and onto the mat.

Relentlessly wailing away at Spencer's increasingly bruised cheek, D.B. grew a cold sneer as her fists connected with increasing ferocity. Angling herself above the teacher like this put Spencer in a more defenseless position and allowed D.B. to better admire her handiwork from above. The audience members that night, whether they were fans of the Canadian instructor or not, were compelled to count along in unison with D.B.'s rhythmic strikes.

As disheveled and increasingly rattled as Spencer was, D.B. figured it was finally safe to assume that her opponent was now being whittled down to the point where any waning resistance had been sufficiently beaten out of her. An assumption she would come to regret once she felt Spencer wrap her arms around her legs, widening her eyes briefly before being chucked off or her perch to splash unceremoniously face first against the reverberating canvas. D.B. managed to recoil back to her knees before slumping back and rolling to her side, clearly too rattled to attempt getting back to her feet under her own will power...

As Death went down, a sigh of relief freed itself from Muriel's lips, but the teacher wasn't in the clear yet. Her head was hurting, a relentless headache pounding her with waves of pain. The bunnygirl might not have been hitting her at that moment, but the effects of her attacks were clear, and all the blonde could do was slump against the corner, trying to clear her head and recover her strength. She didn't know how long she had, she wasn't sure just how resilient Death was, but she was going to milk the moment for as long as she thought it would be safe to do.

She let several long moments pass by, then pushed out of the corner, staring down at Death. She wasn't feeling up to anything too risky or too dangerous, not after the assault she had just taken from the bunnygirl. She took a moment to consider her options, then stepped around to Death's head.

The teacher leaned down, and grabbed a thick handful of bunny hair, jerking Death up into a sitting position. Then, she reached down to grab the woman by her wrists, before kneeling down behind her. With a soft grunt, the teacher began to pull back on Death's arms, pressing her knee up into the bunnygirl's back, trying to stretch her backwards over it. Nothing too fancy, but hopefully enough to keep her under control and wear her back down.

At least, that's what Muriel hoped would happen.

Fighting off the lingering disorientation from her perilous downfall wasn't fairing so well for D.B. Groggily rising upward only to teeter over and collapse to her side. The twirling images and spiraling sense of dizziness messed with her sense of equilibrium. All thanks in large part to having her unguarded face careen into the canvas and give a nauseating sense of deja-vu from when Spencer clocked her in the nose early on in the match. Her gloved hand masked her grimacing face while she also used the waning moments to recoup herself. Spencer's resilience, despite her age, was becoming a major liability...especially for her increasingly bruised face.

After having taken the time to collect herself, D.B. was just managing to begin shuffling herself upward when the tugging and searing pain in her scalp expedited that process. The bunny girl propped on her rear before Spencer would cinch in the hold with ruthless efficacy.

"Goddamnit!!!" D.B. snarled through gritted teeth from the bony protrusion of Spencer's knee stabbing her in the back. The mounting strain on her shoulder joints was making the hold agonizing, her gloved fists clenching and unclenching on compulsive and maddened reflex. Fervent struggling and scrapping her boots against the canvas was only getting her so much progress towards escaping before eventually her bunny-eared head would droop low and settle down along with the rest of her. Conserving her energy became her main priority after realizing that this was one maneuver she couldn't brute force her way through...

"Language, miss!" Muriel fired back at Death, tugging harder on her arms, pulling harder on the bunny's limbs to punctuate her words. "There are younger people watching!"

She had Death now, right where she wanted her. She could feel the lagomorph's struggling, despite to get free of her relatively simple hold, but the teacher wasn't giving her up. She had her trapped, and she wasn't going to let her go, not yet at least. She didn't think she could force a submission from Death like this, but she knew she could steal the bunnygirl's momentum by keeping her stuck.

Muriel drove her knee harder into Death's back, grinding it against her spine, until she noticed the woman's head drooping downwards. She raised an eyebrow and smiled, just a tiny bit, as she called down to Death again.

"Do you give up...?" She asked, a curious tone in her voice. "Just admit your submission, and I'll let you go, miss!"

"STICK IT UP YER-HNGH!!!" D.B.'s surly response would be cut off by Spencer's reaffirming yanking back of her arms, the strain on her shoulder sockets becoming that much more unbearable as a result. Her own frustration having built up to the point where Spencer's reprimanding of her language was all it really took to set her boiling temper off.

The hold was rudimentary but infuriatingly effective. The bony protrusion of Spencer's knee was digging directly into Bunny's spine with her heaving chest shoved forward. Sweat from her forehead was stinging her eyes as she reluctantly settled into the hold, breathing steadily while attempting to concentrate on formulating new ways to escape. She hated feeling this helpless, especially by the hands of some prissy school marm. But enduring the hold was only half as painful as hearing Spencer condescendingly ask if she was gonna pack it in that easily.

"Nngh...fer a school teacher...yer really not that bright, are ya?" D.B snarled through gritting teeth, gradually bending her legs until her booted feet were on the canvas. The bunny girl began to push and shove off her feet in a desperate bid to leverage herself to one side, at least dislodging Spencer's knee from her back if successful.