Cassie Elliot Vs. Bunny Bomber

When Cassie gave Bunny's head a sharp twist to the other side, she froze in place, another shrill scream passing through her lips. Sweat rolled down her bare skin as Cassie kept her hold locked in tight, stopping the model from doing practically anything. Cassie's was really putting the pressure on her, really keeping the bunny girl locked down.

She wasn't ready to give in yet though. She was completely convinced she could still win this, whether it was stupidity or sheer stubbornness. One more time, she would try to make an effort to mistake. Reaching out with her hands, Bunny clawed at the mat, trying to get a firm grip, trying to desperately pull herself closer towards the ropes. She had broken free that way once already, all she had to do was withstand the hold and she could do it again.

Cassie's arms were getting tired again. She was going to wear herself out beating up this girl! The crowd cheered her on continued destruction of the suffering busty model, and they ate up the petite girl beating up the bigger, stronger westerner. Which was okay, Cassie supposed, but she really just wanted to end the match.

With Bunny working for the ropes again, Cassie abandoned her hold while she was still near the middle of the ring. She stood up and dragged Bunny up with her, holding her head in both hands, until she stood behind her. She grabbed her shoulders and jumped up as high as she could to wrap her legs around the girl's neck, and threw her upper body back in a hurricanrana, yanking Bunny's head back to fling her head over heels at the mat.

There came Bunny to her feet again as Cassie yanked her head straight up, the model standing there in a daze. She didn't even realize that Cassie was moving behind her, not until the girl had already leaped up, grabbing her around her neck with her legs.

Then, back down to the mat the woman flew as Cassie flung her down with the huracanrana. Bunny was slammed hard and fast into the canvas, lying there facedown against the mat. Her breath was even more ragged than before now, and she didn't seem to be moving, other than the slow rising and falling of her body as she took in slow gulps of air. Cassie had done a serious number to her, and it looked like it was all about to pay off for the smaller of the two competitors.

One look at Bunny was all the encouragement Cassie needed. She dropped to her knees next to her opponent and rolled her over onto her back, and fell across her body. She draped herself over Bunny's shoulders, pressing with both hands on one of them, and closed her eyes while she waited for the ref.

"C'mon, c'mon..."

The ref was quickly in place on the mat beside them. "One!"

With a bit of a moan, Bunny was rolled onto her back, her arms flopping out to her sides, resting easy upon the mat. She barely even stirred as the smaller girl slid onto her, not even realizing what was happening at first.

At least, not until she heard the sound of the referee's voice, slowly counting upwards. "Two!" came the next count, and Bunny's eyes suddenly snapped wide open. No way she was going to lose like this. She had to keep going, had to push herself and just beat this stupid little girl!

Up came her shoulder at the very last moment, her stubborn side taking over again as she broke the pin, before dropping back to the mat with a sigh. She had broken the pin, sure, but she still had no damn clue on how to handle Cassie, and she couldn't deny that the smaller girl was completely showing her up. She had to think of something, but for right now all she could think of was how much she hurt.

Maybe, just maybe, she should have stayed down, she thought to herself. Maybe she should have just let Cassie take the win.

Cassie's hopes were sent sprawling as Bunny's shoulder jerked upward, freeing her from the pin and breaking the count. She straightened up, sitting on her heels, and stared at the ref-girl who held up two fingers to show that she wasn't done working yet. She took a breath. She could hardly believe Bunny still wouldn't quit.

She threw a leg over Bunny's body to straddle her. She grabbed her wrist and slammed it down on the mat next to her head, so that her elbow and shoulder made right angles. Then she slipped her other arm under Bunny's and grabbed hold of her own wrist for leverage, and with a single powerful effort she jerked Bunny's arm, twisting it back and forcing her elbow up toward the ceiling.

Bunny was stubborn, something that most of her past opponents had learned pretty fast. She wasn't going to give up, she didn't want to give up, but even as she broke the pin she had started to regret it. She was basically powerless as Cassie's leg straddled her, unable to stop the girl from getting a decent position atop her. Even as a tiny moan of pain passed through her lips from her wrist forcefully hitting the mat, she couldn't do much to stop Cassie.

It wasn't until Cassie jerked her arm around, twisting the model's elbow upwards in an awkward, painful looking manner, that Bunny would try to fight back. Not at first though. At first, all she did was kick her legs, screaming loudly as she felt that already weak arm getting turned skyward. "G-get the hell...nng....get off!" she cried, her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment at how badly she was being manhandled.

It wasn't until a moment later, when she remembered that she was still bigger and stronger than Cassie, that she would try to fight back. She was feeling weak, she was feeling like she was running on fumes, but she still had some measure of strength in her. Gathering up what little bit she could, Bunny tried to buck her body upwards, trying in pure desperation to throw Cassie off of herself and get her away, even if only for a moment. She knew this was probably it, and if she couldn't get the girl off and get a moment to try and regroup with herself, that she was probably done for.

"Rrrrrrrrr!" Cassie growled in frustration. Why couldn't she make this stupid, ridiculous-looking cocktail waitress quit? She was having her way with her, trying her best to rip off a limb, and yet she was beginning to feel like she would wear herself out trying to beat Bunny before the girl actually quit. Cassie was going to lose flat on her back because she was too tired to move when Bunny eventually crawled on top of her.

She threw her leg over Bunny and dismounted her, so that she was laying across her instead. She spread her legs apart for balance, and from this position she'd have the most leverage possible. She grit her teeth and her cherubic face was darkened with a scowl just before she jerked Bunny's arm again, trying to pull her elbow up to her ear and tear her shoulder out of it's socket.

She had to make her quit. What good was she if she couldn't do that?

Bunny's face shifted colors, from the dark red of embarrassment to the pale white of fear, when she realized that Cassie was still hanging on. She was in trouble, and in that brief instant she knew she was done for.

Then Cassie started to pull and jerk on her arm again, and Bunny's eyes went wide, a bloodcurdling shriek of pain coming from her. It really felt like Cassie was going to rip her arm out, and there was nothing that Bunny could do to stop her! Her lower body thrashed, her legs kicking violently against the mat as she she screamed and shouted, writhing and squirming in pain. She felt completely, utterly, 100% powerless against Cassie. Never had she felt this low before in her entire career!

"L...LET ME GOOOO! ANNNNNGGGH!" she screamed out towards the smaller girl. She could have submitted at that moment, but the thought didn't even occur to her. All the model could think about is how much damn pain she was in, and how it felt like Cassie was going to tear her arm right off of her body!

Cassie's arms burned with the effort. Her whole body ached with the effort she made to put Bunny in enough pain to make her reconsider her choice of career. The threat of injury had to be in the back of the girl's mind as her arm inched farther and farther past the limits of it's mobility, and that alone should've been enough to make her think twice.

But she knew she had the girl in pain. For Cassie's whole life, she'd always preferred chokes to joint locks. It just felt like the nicer side of the gentle art of jujitsu. They were gentler, and she could never stomach the idea of hurting anyone. How things can change.

As she wrenched mercilessly back on Bunny's arm, she was straining to prove that she was not just a pushover for people like Dark Angel to pick on. She was strong enough to stand up for herself, and she had the stomach to do what was necessary to protect the people she cared about. Bunny was in the unfortunate position of serving as the proof.