AV 18 Main Event World Championship - Alison Seong (c) vs. Death Bunny

D.B.'s unwanted popularity uptick amongst the AFW fan base meant that Alison only earned that much more vitriol from them upon witnessing her debasing treatment of the downed bunny reaper, who was still struggling to rebound from what had been a hellacious few minutes of getting her shapely ass handed to her by the reviled champion. D.B. squirming pitifully beneath Alison’s boot grinding her face into floor while being shit-talked from above was about as frigging embarrassing as it could get for the prideful bunny reaper. But the match was still young, and D.B. suspected that Alison was salivating at the ways she could one up herself.

Not long after clambering back up to her feet via helpful assistance from the ring apron, D.B. was twirled about and entrapped within the lunging champ's clutches. Seamlessly squeezing some of the life out of the rattled bunny girl and thrusting their ample breasts together. Neither of which D.B. appreciated as she squirmed in snarling resistance before being hefted off of her feet, and ruthlessly sent slamming spine-first into the unforgiving steel. A blood-curdling cry being hollered before the deathly reaper effectively went limp and lifeless in her opponent's arms, her bunny-ears drooping as she slumped into what was becoming a one sided and dominant thrashing by the faux champion seemingly overcoming her lagomorphic fears.

Alison's breasts mashed against Death Bunny's, the two large pairs battled for the small space between the two that quickly got lesser as Alison's arms squeezed on her Challenger as she looked to squeeze the life out of the so-called Grim Hopper. Her head turned towards the steel post as she turned to aim DB's back to it, lifting her opponent up to get her feet off of the ground and give her no chance to defend herself as she ran forward and with a sickening collision of back and steel rang out. Immediately, Alison's arms uncoiled from Death Bunny, letting her drop to the floor in a heap as the Champion smiled over her opponent, the momentum she needed had finally come and she was ready to tear through Death Bunny to get out of this demonic structure.

With her opponent now weakened, Alison decided to add more hell into Hell In A Cell as she walked to the adjacent ringside and pulled up the apron, shuffling underneath to start looking for more weapons of destruction! She pulled out the classics, steel chairs and kendo sticks before sliding them into the ring before her eyes found something that was a favorite, a wooden table.

It was awkward to pull out the long piece of furniture, trying to angle it to where she could slide it out between the small space of the ringside. But when she did, she pulled it up and slide it to the ring before shortly getting into the ring herself, taking the time to set the table up in the corner of the ring!

Dismantling the dreaded Bunny Reaper with ruthless efficacy, a disheartened audience booed each and every offensive maneuver the maligned champion could conjure up in what was becoming a one-sided affair. And an unsettling exhibition of the depths to which Alison loathed the floppy-eared harbinger of doom as she cranked down on the crushing bearhug that had their supple breasts mushroom together to a squished bloom, wringing the life out of D.B. and putting the exclamation point on her vicious womanhandling of the sagging competitor by ramming her spine first into the steel post. The back of D.B.'s cranium smacking into the metal beam as well before Alison released D.B. to collapse down to her knees in shambles, arms dangling with a vacant-eyed expression as she flopped to the side in a miserable slump.

All manners of hardcore implementations being unveiled from beneath the ring by the malicious champion having all the time in the world to do so with zero resistance being offered. Especially not from the knackered challenger struggling to scrounge up the energy to get back on her feet. D.B. having been overwhelmed by whirlwind of cheap, thuggish street fighting techniques that made the champion look like she was the one predicted to dominate this match. Alison effectively putting on a show of thrashing the sorrowful bunny reaper...whom the audience was nevertheless still rallying behind with clapping chants as Alison threw random weapons in the ring and set up the table. D.B. none the wiser to this as the side of her groaning face remained mashed against the floor until she eventually started motioning upward to her knees to seat her plump backside onto her ankles. One hand massaging the back of her head with the other hand pawing at the nearby ring curtain.

The boos and jeers of the spiteful Champion only rallied her, hearing the crowd's disdain and unsatisfaction with burying their Grim Hopper was music to her ears. She wanted these fans to see that no matter who they picked to try and unseat her as Champion was going to meet the same end, the mountain that was her! She had a death grip on the AFW World Championship and she refused to let anyone take it from her as she propped up the table in the corner.

She gave out another evil smile as she patted the hard wood, making sure that it was firmly in place for her to slam Death Bunny through it. Alison turned her attention back to DB's general direction as she saw the hands grabbed at the ring apron, making her way back to her rival as she stepped through the ropes, putting down her foot right on to Death Bunny's hand to grind it against the apron and in an act of pettiness, she would slowly move her way through the ropes to slowly crank up on the pressure as she looked out of the cell at the faces of the stupid fans for that vindication of their hatred that she wanted!

Sauntering upward with an otherworldly gait and lurch to her posture, D.B. senses gradually began clearing up as she clamped onto the nearby ring apron for some assistance in finding her wrestling legs again. Thousands clamoring in unison for her hopeful comeback after the hellacious clobbering she had just taken from the reviled champion currently redecorating the ring to be more along her particular style...that being with propped up wooden tables and all manner of chaotic weaponry strewn about.

D.B.'s other gloved hand pushed off her bent knee for the first time she's arisen under own strength for some time now. No one noticing if it was a pained ascension or not considering that her face was hidden from view beneath her sagging purple locks and drooping bunny ears. The Grim Hopper appearing battered and disheveled against a maligned champion who no-one expected expect could even put her in that kind of position. She was seemingly unaware of her immediate surroundings as Alison lifted her boot to bring it crunching down on D.B.'s hand…which would immediately repel back before being stomped upon. Than clamping onto Alison's ankle, and yank it forward to have the champion come tripping down spine first onto the hardest part of the ring.

Reaching down as she stood on the apron, looking to grab Death Bunny by those stupid ears of hers to haul her back into the ring to continue the beating, Alison paid little attention to the hand on her ankle, not knowing the part it was going to play as her eyes widened as it was yanked out from underneath her, causing her to fall back and crashing spine first into the apron! The hardest part of the ring was not kind to her as her head snapped back into apron as well, her head rattled on impact as her hands shot up to the back of her head and on instinct rolled back into the ring, trying to create some separation from her and Death Bunny as she tried to regain her senses!

She couldn't believe how quickly things turned around on her in a split second, cursing the chances that had abandoned her!

Startling those in attendance who didn't expect such a nonchalant and rapidly fast counter, D.B. offered Alison no manner of attention whatsoever after tripping her up at ringside. Instead, the deathly rabbit marched eerily onward a few steps with an otherworldly gait as if nothing in this world mattered to her. For now she was seemingly more concerned with solidifying her blurred vision with emphatic blinking along with her hoarse breathing helping to collect herself. Eventually she set her deadened eyes back inside of the ring before than taking her time rolling back in and approaching the reviled champion who was already going into a full-fledged retreat. A bunny-eared shadow eclipsing Alison, and bringing a malicious aura along with it...

D.B. shadowing Alison from behind until she arose to her hands and knees, where she be would pounced upon by the Bunny Reaper with both arms squeezing tightly around the champions waist. Bringing the two of them closer than either appreciated, but a position not meant to last once Alison managed to find her feet beneath her...only for D.B. to buck her hips and pitch the raven-haired nuisance overhead in a release German Suplex meant to send the loathed champion halfway across the ring.

Alison grabbed at the back of her head as she was trying to recollect herself after being whiplashed on the hard apron, the rattling blow had left her dazed and confused as she rolled to the center of the ring, managing to get to a knee as she shook her head to try and regather herself. She knew that DB would be quickly upon her as she tried rising to her feet to protect herself, but in the end it was for naught as she felt the powerful arms of Death Bunny wrapping around her waist!

Pulled back against the body of Death Bunny, those breasts pushing into her back as Alison tried to grab at the wrists, weakly as her body was still recovering as with a snap of power, the Champion found herself being flung up and over and sent flying through the air before crashing back onto the mat, folded up as the momentum of the throw caused her entire body to roll through, landing on her knees before the momentum continued and sent her flopping down onto her back!

Dead-lifting the reviled champion a remarkably lengthy distance across the ring caught the eyes and rekindled the hopes of the formerly despondent audience yearning for a title change this evening. The bunny harbinger of doom arising once more and grimly marching onward after making the startling feat of strength seem like child's play thanks in large part to the adrenaline coursing through her veins. Proceeding onward with trudging footsteps and appearing more like a foreboding force of nature than a-

*clank*

D.B.'s internal brooding and grim march both being impeded by something her black boot nudged on the floor, the Bunny Reaper peering at her feet to notice the silver cheese grater. A culinary instrument squirreled away inside one of the trash cans Alison chucked into the ring earlier...and something she'll regret doing soon enough. After clamping it in her gloved hand and marching over towards the knocked senseless champion, D.B. would claw her hands into those raven locks of hers and prop Alison back onto her knees. D.B. glaring spitefully down at Alison as the cold steel of the instrument was being pressed against her forehead, before one sudden, grating swipe excruciatingly tore into the skin of the reviled champion with D.B. relinquishing her grip on Alisons' hair as well.

Alison moaned as she laid on her back, her hands shooting up to the back of her head and neck that took the brunt of the suplex, most of her weight had driven down on impact and knocked her senseless as she tried to roll over onto her stomach. Groaning, she began pulling herself towards the ropes, slowly making her way up to her fours as she tried to reach out for the middle rope to help her back to her feet.

However, before she could even grab onto the rope, Death Bunny was already on her, grabbing her by her hair and yanking her up to her knees. Crying out in pain, Alison reached back up to try and grasp at the wrists to try and free herself from the clutches. It was only then she saw the instrument of pain in Death Bunny's hand as her eyes widened in fear, her hands already stretched too far back trying to grab at the hand that she couldn't stop the grater from pressing against her forehead!

And then nothing but pain filled Alison's mind as the grater started to rip away at her flesh, digging into her forehead and ruthlessly tearing her skin apart!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"