The Lion and the rabbit! Amy Evans vs Death Bunny

This fight was getting tiresome as the girls were trying to keep each other from achieving something, Amy was out to get free while Death was trying to cage her in. After taking an assortment of knees to her stomach that ended her ability to just power herself free so instead she opted to end the struggle and just start punching her way free, which always worked well in her experience.

And it did for now as she felt the grip of her opponent equally fading, putting this struggle into a stalemate that nether was in control of, if either one tried to push forward they would just be kicked and punched around again so she decided to mix things up with grabbing at her wait and ducking low to try and lift her up for a suplex.

Wailing away at each-other was already establishing much about the furry-eared competitors. One undeniable lesson being that while both had the fortitude and endurance to take multiple unguarded strikes, that also meant that both of them were too stubborn to change their plan of attack even in the face of an obvious stalemate. Neither one was willing to budge from their headstrong obstinance, D.B. herself thinking she had won their stubborn war of attrition until the pelting strikes to her abdomen made her think otherwise.

D.B. groaned and slouched lower with each fist plowing into her gut, leaving her winded enough to allow Amy to warp her arms around her waist and chuck her overhead for a seamless suplex. "Gah!!" D.B. arced her spine in pain before rolling over to her front, wincing while shoving herself up to her knees at a sluggish pace...

Amy was eager to get her hands around D.B and lift her up in the air, sending her down to the ground with a great deal of force. Finally glad to have a definite advantage over her otherwise more experienced opponent she went to work as she got up and started to move over to the bunny wearing foe, wondering how she could beat her down further while she started to get back up for more.

"Remember when I told you I was more interested in showing my power..heres another show just for you." she said as she grabbed her hair and tried to bring her back to her feet. From there she would bring her hand between her legs and lift her up and over her shoulder, holding her up and dropping her down to the floor in a body slam.

D.B. was by no means a lightweight, but one could now easily make that mistake considering the startling ease with which Amy tossed her around for a ring shaking suplex. The bunny girl being regrettably reminded about that "strength of an ox" comparison she made earlier as she shoved herself to her hands and knees to glance ahead at Amy's legs casually striding towards her. She guessed what was coming next before she felt the tugging strain on her purple hair, snarling from the yanking pull that lifted her up before being hoisted over Amy's shoulder.

Staring frustratedly at the white canvas she was about to be reacquainted with, D.B. took the prolonged moments of being held overhead to mentally brace herself and tuck her head low before being slammed back down for the second consecutive time in a row. Not that D.B. was counting, but this was getting real old, real fast. The bunny girl gritting her teeth as she bounced from the impact and reflexively rolled to lay on her stomach, then shuffling her elbows beneath her in the early preambles of rising back up again.

Well this was going well in the early going, though there was still plenty of room for error she was confident that she could keep up this pace and show Bunny girl her who the dominant animal here was. She had some strength and was pretty clever but Amy was a lot stronger then she let on and stubborn to boot so once her determination to get out of the corner became her main goal there was very little that was going to deter her from accomplishing it. And now after two slams to her back she would start to think of alternate means of hurting her opponent.

Though to her credit Death Bunny was durable as she was only groggy from the mess and was already making her way to her side and back up again for another go at her. Backing up Amy waited for her to get to a certain height before moving in like a bull ready to drop her again. Suspecting that She would be expecting another suplex she would plan to mix it up with a clothesline to drop her to her back once again and keep on the attack, eager to pick apart her pray until she stayed down for the count.

At this point in this game, it may have been fair to say that Amy had the strength to warrant not being underestimated. Two back to back slams being sufficient proof of that as the grim bunny girl lethargically motioned upward to her hands and knees. Being put down like that by a relative newcomer was already embarrassing in and of itself. She didn't need a third one to ram the point home any more. D.B. nevertheless shook off the jarring slam and was already mentally putting herself back into the match, her anguished snarl unseen to the audience since her was head tilted low.

The throbbing aches in her spine were what kept her rising at that glacial pace, but in the end it helped D.B. collect herself and plan out some way of wrestling back control of the match from her animalistic competitor. Speaking of which, once D.B. had motioned upward and was on one knee, she noticed the lion lady was already charging towards her at a breakneck speed. By pushing herself off her bent leg, D.B.'s would swiftly duck low and clench her arms tightly around Amy's slim waist. With a guttural yell, D.B. would hoist Amy high off her feet for a stunned audience to gasp at, twist in place, and hop up before slamming Amy back down in a spine buster.

Everytime she could physically overpower an opponent was a good time in her book. It proved her own power and her superiority, something simply boasting about it could never truly accomplish as she moved in to keep up the attack. A clothesline was bound to lay the vicious bunny girl flat on her ass and open for whatever she had in mind for her next.

However to her surprise the women seemed to get a burst of power out of nowhere and as she came in to take her down was grabbed and brought up in the air momentarily before she sent her back down to the mat with authority. "Gaaagh!" she groaned out as a burst of pain exploded across her back arching her as she brought her hand up and started to rub the sore areas there.

D.B. rebounded back up from the impactful slam while still straddling Amy's abdomen, one of her legs extended to the side with her other leg bent as she centered her dead-eyed gaze on the writhing lioness beneath her. Laying Amy out like that was as satisfying a response that D.B. could think of to being chucked around by the hungry newcomer for the last minute or so.

Feeling Amy's abdomen against her backside as the lion lady ached her spine, D.B. opted to shove herself forward with that momentum and clench Amy's shoulders to thrust her back down to the canvas.

"Deeeep breathes now..." D.B. grimly uttered directly into Amy's face before kicking her right leg high above and plowing her knee into Amy's gut, the deathly bunny girl attempting to do it once more immediately afterward and leave her knee buried in her stomach. They were just a few little love-taps from D.B. to keep Amy floored, winded, and to make sure she knew to stay down when D.B. wanted.

Well that hurt like hell, Death Bunny was more then capable of mustering some power it seemed, especially when she was angered. Amy tried to comfort her aching back when D.B. acted again grabbing her and shoving forward so she was completely on her back again, far from done with her by the look on her face or the sound of her voice. Her next move ended up with her lifting her knee and driving it down into her belly.

"Ngh!" she grunted as the blow struck. It wasn't particularly painful and was even followed by another knee but the blows did due a good job of keeping her from breathing and keeping her down for know as she coughed from the lack of air from the knees.

Keeping Amy grounded by plowing her knee into her abdomen brought no small degree of satisfaction to D.B., the bunny girl growing a wider smirk with each strike hitting home and collapsing her diaphragm. The ground and pound game was normally where she excelled at, but for now D.B. just intended to keep Amy winded and incapable of offering much resistance for what she had planned next.

"C'mon...get back up so I can knock you back down..." D.B. clenched on to Amy's actual blonde locks along with her flowing lion wig and tugged her upward. Once on their feet, D.B. would drape her left arm across Amy's neck and over her right shoulder. By tugging on the waist of Amy's outfit from behind, D.B. would use that grip to attempt to heave Amy up and slam her back down. But not against the waiting canvas, but D.B.'s bent knee for a brutal side slam backbreaker.