Alison Seong vs. Death Bunny! (No DQ)

Alison wrapped her arms around D.B. as her cheek pressed up against the incredibly side boob of her opponent, burying and rubbing her cheek unintentionally against it as she was finally able to gain a proper foot hold against the veteran of AFW. And she wasn't going to waste anytime in solidifying her advantage as she lifted D.B. up in the air, an impressive sight yes but Alison was far more anticipating for when she came crashing down back first against the barricade. With a sick thud, D.B. smashed against the barely protected barricade. Alison was a bit disappointed however, the look on her face was what she wanted, but she didn't get the satisfying sound of her screaming out.

A shame really, but nothing that couldn't be solved with more violence.

Taking a step back as D.B. was hung up on the barricade, Alison kept her smile on her lips as she aimed up D.B.'s beautifully in pain face. Rushing forward, Alison would look to return the favor of boot to the face when she took the violent tumble from the ring ropes all the way to the floor. This payback was going to have it's own flair as if Alison was successful, she'd be sending her opponent crashing down on to the unprotected concrete that was waiting for them in the crowds!

"Hraaaaaaaaah!"

D.B. inadvertently demonstrated her own flexibility and her voluptuous curves as she hung limply on both sides of the piped railing, remaining arched over the steel barricade in a brutal spectacle that was as uncomfortable to watch as it was impossible to divert your attention from. The pinching nerve pains in her lower back making it practically impossible to jostle herself free, her floppy bunny ears dangling loosely and barely skimming the concrete floor above her head.

A distinct sense of urgency on her part did lead to some light spasmodic twitches while slowly beginning to motion herself upward. It stands to reason that Allison wasn't all of a sudden going to start showing any semblance of restraint up till this point, D.B. proving herself regrettably right when a stiff boot collided with left side of her face. The savage strike whipping her head to the right with enough charging momentum to have spittle be sent flying from her mouth and finally dislodge D.B. as she limply collapsed into a miserable slump into the audience section of the arena.

The shivering chills of the cold concrete pressed against her cheek was the only tangible feeling D.B. could process in her swirling and pained sensibilities. D.B. than beginning to shuffle back to her hands and knees before collapsing back down due to some false starts. D.B. scrunching her face and gnashing her teeth from struggling to put pressure on her lower back before it was ready, one hand now massaging her pained vertebrae with her blue-jeaned rump sticking into the air. All while throngs of audience members were scrambling out of their seats in a hastened rush to clear the way in fear of them suddenly becoming a part of the action.

Alison's boot crashed against D.B.'s face as the attack left Alison with one leg draped over the barricade as her opponent went tumbling back into the crowd and landing right on the concrete. Finally having a notion of momentum heading her way, Alison's leg hung with the back of her knee resting on the barricade. Even if it was a no DQ match, the ref girl was 'encouraging' Alison to take the action back into the ring. She scoffed out at that, she had D.B. on the ropes and she wasn't going to waste time like bringing her back into the ring and screw up her momentum. Stepping off of the ground, Alison slipped over into the crowd as she saw D.B. stumbling off further in.

It was such a great sight for Alison, the woman who was beating on her senselessly was now the one who was crawling on the floor pathetically, made her feel real good about herself as she lightly limped. Alison liked to think of herself as durable, but the beating that D.B. gave to her was no joke. As she was pursuing her opponent, Alison saw a prime opportunity presenting itself with D.B.'s butt sticking right up into the air. She would prepare herself for a running start before sprinting at D.B., her eyes locked on the lovely curves that was her butt before attempting to punt her right in the butt.

Attempting to ram her shin right into the ass check of the jeaned covered butt, Alison attempted to keep the Dreaded Woman down and continued delivering the beating that she was plotting to return ten fold!

Searing back pains weren't as easily overcome as D.B. would have appreciated, though that didn't stop her from stubbornly attempting to do so by straightening herself back up as soon as possible. The nagging voice in the back of her head compelling her to fight through the throbbing back spasms and get herself vertical once more before Allison would find new ways to continue her pummeling beat-down. The cocky newcomer was taking the fight to D.B. in a way she didn't quite anticipate, and it showed in just how much the bunny girl had allowed the match to just completely derail and allow Allison to thoroughly dominate the proceedings.

Startled fans now scampering away and in the process knock their steel chairs over in their mad dash to stay out of the way of the incoming brawlers. D.B. growling through gritted teeth as she remained hobbled and hunched over herself with one hand massaging her sore back, internally pining for just a few more seconds of not being harassed by Allison so she can begin collecting herself. Just a few more seconds to clear the haziness in her vision from the jarring boot to the face and-

*SMACK*

"RAGH!!" D.B. suddenly found the willpower to spring up to her knees, but not without having her curvaceous backside tanned with a resounding smack. Both of her gloved hands now clenching her stinging rump before she teetered over to collapse to her side, her scrunched face now reddened from seething outrage and sheer embarrassment from quite literally getting her ass kicked.

Smiling out as she smashed her foot into the backside of D.B.'s butt, her feet pushing into the plump rear of her opponent as her leg smacked off of the cheeks. Alison sneered out as she watched as D.B. collapsed onto the floor as she was cradling her butt in pain. Watching D.B. curl up on the ground was therapeutic in a way as it made her feel all the better about being on the wrong end of a beat down for most of the beginning. But now that she wasn't frustrated and in pain, it was giving much open space for willing sadism and her eyes were locked intensely onto D.B.

Reaching down to grab the hair of D.B. to pull her off of the ground enough to wrap her arms around her head, she would look over her shoulder to look at the unprotected floor behind them as a cruel smile curled on to her lips. Placing D.B.'s arm around her head, she would reach down to grab a handful of her opponent's short shorts as she slipped her fingers into them, clutching them tightly as she held onto D.B before stomping into the ground and attempting a snap suplex.

A big move like this was definitely going to put Alison firmly in the driver seat with no questions available to throw against her!

Outright agonizing as Allison's pummeling assault was, D.B. still stubbornly believed she hadn't gone through anything she couldn't eventually recoup from. The ceaseless head trauma and having her spine twisted over the barricade were clearly keeping her from regaining any form of traction in this match. But she knew all it took was endurance, patience, and seizing the right opportunity to sway momentum back in her favor. D.B. eagerly awaiting the chance for her to reintroduce Allison to the business end of her fist and put the fear of death back into her.  

Unfortunately, time didn't heal all wounds. This included D.B.'s stinging pride, which actually hurt worse than the throbbing soreness in her plump butt. The demoralized bunny girl clutching her backside and hiding her flinching face into the cold concrete floor while sympathetic groans from the audience pretty much summed up D.B.'s feelings on how much that sucked. It was freaking embarrassing to be outright toyed with like that, even moreso considering it at was the hands of some no name scrub putting on quite the show of dominating the deathly one.

D.B. unwillingly complying from the tugging strain of her purple locks with only some half-hearted patting of Allison's thighs and waist during the forced ascension. A secure headlock keeping D.B.'s vision directed downward and her cheek nuzzling up against Allison's soft sideboob. Though what was apparently an effortless suplex attempt would get halted by D.B.'s leg entwined with Allison's, the purely instinctual counter putting a stop to her opponent's plan no matter how many times she tugged on her jean shorts!! An adrenalized rush of vengeance driven energy driving D.B. to unhook her arm from over Allison's neck to bear down on her in a squeezing waistlock. Bunny gnashing her teeth before pitching Allison up until she was practically on her shoulder before dropping to one knee for a tailbone crushing Atomic Drop!!

Alison was going to make sure that D.B. wasn't going to forget or underestimate her anytime soon. She was ready to put the exclamation mark that she didn't fear the Mistress of Death as she grabbed a handful of her shorts and attempted to slam her back first into the concrete with a painful suplex. The landing was sure to screw up that luscious ass that Alison was trying to ruin, what better way that to stick it to D.B. to show her than despite her notoriety, Alison still saw her as a woman and was going to humanize her by ruining one of her womanly assets. Who was going to fear a Death that had a broken ass?

However, before she could snap D.B. off of the ground, she felt the leg hooking around her's and killing any leverage that Alison had was negated. Still, as stubborn as she was, she attempted to try again as she stomped into the ground to try and again lift D.B. off of the ground but had no luck. Teeth gritting against each other as she tried to force the woman off of her feet and into the ground, but still she had no luck.

D.B. wasn't budging from her spot as Alison squeezed on the neck, trying to get her up. Instead for her trouble, D.B. got her arm off of her neck as her arms wrapped around her, squeezing her tightly before being lifted off of the ground and then dropped crotch first on to D.B.'s knee, crotch smashing against the thigh and the knee smashing into her tail bone as Alison's body stiffen, screaming out in pain as she didn't know what to grab first, her butt or her crotch!

D.B. tensed up and tried to make herself seem more like dead weight with every lifting tug on the waist of her skin-tight hot pants jeans. Every assertive yank not amounting to much more than having her hop on one foot and start to wedge her jeans into her curvy backside.

The continued constriction of the headlock having her growl indignantly into the side of Allisons soft chest, but by than D.B. was already pouring every ounce of her muscled strength into the clenching waistlock. Her adrenaline fueled strength on brief display upon hauling Allison up for what was a rather unpleasant landing on her outstretched knee. Those agonized screams of Allison sounding oh-so satisfying considering the newbie's chin was practically on her shoulder and was sounding off right in her earlobe. Giving her the most...thrilling, of chills down her spine.

"Congratulations...now I'm motivated..." D.B. eerily whispered into the crook of Allison's neck, the foreboding undertones implying nothing pleasant for the fresh rookie as D.B. powered down on the waist-lock and kept Allison embarrassingly propped up on her knee. The deathly bunny girl taking a few seconds before maneuvering her hands downward to yank Allison up by her legs to have her flop onto her back. Spreading Allisons legs wide and to the side may have clued her in to D.B.'s plans. If not that, than D.B.'s malicious glare could have also done the trick. In either case, D.B. would tug upward on Allisons ankles and attempt a crotch stomp that was unlike any other...

Alison moaned and groaned as she was left writhing on top of D.B.'s leg, arching back as her butt and crotch were burning in pain ever since being dropped on it so harshly! Coughing out as the low blow did more than just pained her, taken away her breath even as Alison's eyes widened. Her body stiff, it was easy for D.B. to sweep the legs and flop Alison down onto her back!

Letting out a cry as she smacked back first into the ground, Alison was left a little loopy from being dropped onto the ground, moaning out as she took a second to realize the position she was in. And how dire it was as her eyes widened with her legs being spread outwards. Before she could even protest and bring up her hands to protect herself, D.B. harshly and cruelly slammed her foot right into her crotch! "IYAAAAAAAA!!!" Alison screamed out at the top of her lungs, D.B. was taking full advantage of the no Disqualification rule and started to grind down into her barely protected crotch.

Twisting and writhing, trying to find any opening to wiggle and thrash her way free, Alison quickly found her strength leaving her as she slowly brought her hands down, grabbing at the ankle of D.B. and tried to either push or pull the foot off of her crotch as tears started to well up in the corner of her eyes despite her best efforts to try and hold them back!

D.B.'s earlier line of thought about being patient and seizing the right opportunity had apparently come to fruition just in the nick of time. Especially considering the macabre bunny girl was looking to have her already sore rump be slammed onto some very unforgiving concrete. It was a snap suplex attempt that very easily could have been pulled off without a hitch if not for Allisons' own hubris. Perhaps if she maintained her offensive advantage instead of of booting D.B. right in her blue-jeaned butt just to humiliate her, she could very well be on her way towards perhaps scoring one of the greatest upset wins in the league's history. Instead of now being on the receiving end of what D.B. intended to be some decidedly satisfying vengeance...

The twisted glee with which D.B. was enjoying Allison's shrill screams was shown on her eerily smirking face, the macabre bunny girl even going so far as to grind and scrape the ridged treads of her boot against Allison's stomped nethers. D.B. intending to perhaps make those screams of Allison's as sensual as they were agonizing before she mercifully chucked her legs to the side to have Allison flip over. Her deadened eyes never leaving Allison's back as the bunny girl prowled around her fallen foe with her clawed fingers twitching in anticipation for Allison to raise herself back up to her hands and knees. D.B. than opting to clasp Allison by her raven-haired locks with her other hand tugging up on the waist of her outfit, wedging it up her plump backside in the pulling process.

Fans with their cell phone's out would scatter out of the way once more as the bunny girl dragged Alison around while keeping her arched down and huddled over herself. A sudden rush forward and bellowing yell from D.B. would come before her heartlessly chucking Allison forward into several emptied rows of steel folding chairs!!