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

Those who are squeamish and faint of heart were now opting to avert their eyes from the scene of barbaric torture being broadcast across the world. Alison suffering excruciating torment via several cutting blades mangling the forehead of the loathed champion. All from a simple household culinary tool that no one witnessing this act may look at in the same light again. Not one sympathetic glint being reflected in the maddened bunny girl's deadened eyes as she relished in the blood-curdling moment of it all. Scraping and scratching until finally relenting by chucking the indented cheese grater over her shoulder.

D.B. breathed hoarsely and narrowed her eyes down at Alison, casting an ominous shadow from a vengeful bunny-eared revenant. Her clawed hands twitching before finding their way into the raven-haired locks of the champion to tug Alison's' sorry ass back to her feet. Methodical in her intentions and merciless in her actions, the Grim Hopper cranked down on Alison's' noggin in a compressing side headlock meant to keep her in place on their way towards the ropes. Upon situating the champion's forehead on the tethered wire but maintaining the headlock, a burning rope rake would take Allison clear across the ring for a booming final stop via her face into the top turnbuckle.

Alison continued to scream and kick her legs about as the sharp barbs of the grater were tearing at her flesh, it wasn't long before the slow pooling of blood from the torn skin was beginning to form as Alison was finally relieved of the pain, Death Bunny tossing the weapon away as Alison immediately clasped at her forehead, burning in pain as even the lightest of touch was torturous to the Champion. But her torment wasn't over yet, Death Bunny pulling her up to her feet by her hair, Alison forced to comply as she was taken in with a tight headlock, mashing her face against the side boob of the Grim Hopper as she was pulled to the ropes.

In another demented attack on her head, Alison's forehead was pressed against the ropes of the ring, much more painful than she would've thought as she was dragged across the rope, continuing to tear at her head before being driven head first into the turnbuckle with crushing speeds! Alison's head whipped back as her legs turned to jelly, dropping down onto her butt as she fell onto the bottom turnbuckle in a daze!

Creepily unfazed from the bloodied maiming she was reigning upon the mangled champion, D.B. dragged Alison from coast to coast along the splintery tether scrapping even deeper into her cheese grated wounds. She merely backpedaled a half step after implanting Alison's blood-caked mug into the top turnbuckle, the padded post jostling from how much unchecked aggression D.B. put into the head-banging. A gloved hand than passing through her purple mop of hair to bring a fluffy bounce to her rabbit ears as she panted deeply from the sheer exhaustion and fatigue of this match...before she lowered down into a squat with her bent knees in front of her and balancing on her toes.

"There you go...Every clown needs makeup..." D.B. unnervingly muttered before reaching over to pie-face and smother Alison with her gloved hand, spreading and painting her whole face a disturbing shade of blood red from the cuts on her forehead. "And that's all you are, Allison. One...big...joke..." She emphasized her final words with a bitter snarl before reaffirming another hair-raising clamp to tug the champion back to her feet rearing back one of her gloved hands for walloping upper-cut strike to the jaw of the bloodied champion.

Alison was panting for air as blood coated her face, dripping down into her mouth as she got a taste of her own blood. She could only look up with one eye as her other one was shut tight to prevent blood from seeping into it as Death Bunny pulled her up by her hair. Forced to follow as she went face to face with the Grim Hopper herself, seeing that disdain she had for the Champion. The same disdain that Alison had for her Challenger, hearing her mock her and her achievements. Alison gritted her teeth as she saw her challenger rear a fist back while lifting her up, not intent on letting this momentum continue!

She would burst up, charging at Death Bunny to ram her shoulder into the gut while using a blood induced rage to pick Death Bunny off of her feet! If this bitch thought that she was a clown, then she would expose the bitch to the entire world for being nothing but a long winded, long drawn out choke artist! "RAaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!" she screamed as she charged across the ring, her eye aimed on the table that was set up across the ring, posted up in the corner as she raced across the ring at full force, attempting to drive Death Bunny through it!

Peeling Alison's blood-caked carcass off of the canvas had D.B. deriving all manners of sadistic satisfaction, including quite literally wiping all of her inadequacies right into Alison's crimson coated face. A show of blatant disrespect and vitriolic distaste that the Grim Hopper unapologetically fostered towards the loathed champion as she hauled her upward by the straining yanks of her jet-black hair. Every agonized scream and pained groan being the sweetest of music to D.B.'s bunny ears after enduring Alison's own offensive walloping, which the bunny biker clearly intended to illicit more of from Alison given her cock-backed fist...

...but an unforeseen adrenaline spike took D.B. by surprise and straight off of her booted feet. Alison ramming her shoulder into the bunny girl's slim abdomen and hauling them both towards the propped up table like an enraged linebacker. D.B. gritting her teeth and hanging on for sheer death while tightening a headlock around Alison's head, ensuring that in the rampaging collision that the champion would have been torpedoed headfirst into the table as well. Which occurred in one impactful explosion of table scraps and unadulterated humanity as D.B. slumped lifelessly into the corner amidst chopped scraps of wood and the reviled champion weighing her sweaty frame atop the bunny girl's.

With a thunderous crash and shocking awe from the crowd, Alison drove Death Bunny hard into the now splintered table, having exploded on impact with the two powerhouses crashing into it, Alison had also taken a brunt of the impact as her head drove hard into the wood as she laid on top of her challenger. Alison grunted, the top half of the table folding in on them as she harshly batted off of her, her hand planted right on her bleeding forehead as her face twisted with anger.

Her body was scorching in pain, from the brutal beating that Death Bunny gave her, even when she returned the punishment she still found a way to put Alison in harm's way. Slumped low to the mat on her knees, she would grab at Death Bunny's arm, pulling at her out of the corner and the wreckage to then go for a pin. It wasn't anything dominant or technical, Alison just flopped on top of her challenger, laying across of her as their chests mashed against each other with Alison taking heavy breaths as the referee came down for the pin!

"ONE!"

The ailing Bunny Reaper, appropriately enough, remained buried beneath planks of wood upon being brutally gut-checked through the splintered remnants of a perfectly functional table, less so now though. The last vestiges of D.B's split-second reaction time being centered on bracing herself for the wooden impact, and ensuring that Alison would not being walking/crawling/rolling away from this without taking a DDT-ish impact of her own. A small victory she couldn't even quite appreciate given that she was currently in a world of searing pain, starting with the pulsating soreness in her lower spine.

Unmoving and inert, save for whatever jostles came from Alison unearthing them both, D.B. meekly grumbled with a peacefully placid appearance on her face. Her eyes shuttered tight even throughout Alison dragging her out of the corner to about mid-ring before slumping down upon her to a wriggling bounce to their smushed breasts. D.B. apparently dead to the world as she breathed heartily beneath the sweaty compression of the loathed champion...before springing to life and rolling one shoulder off the canvas soon after the "TWO!" count.

Alison was still unsure of the situation of the match, her mind had told her that she pulled Death Bunny out of the wreckage and draped herself over, but her fuzzy sense of touch wasn't registering it fully as she barely realized that the referee was counting! But just as she realized this, she was shoved right off of Death Bunny as the Grim Hopper shot her shoulder up and rolled Alison off of her as the Champion rolled over onto her back.

Frustration took hold of Alison as her mind started to clear up a bit, after it beating driven skull first through the wood as she began to push herself up to her fours before bringing a hand up to wipe away some blood that had gotten into her eye as she breathed for air, a moment of respite appearing inside the Hell in a Cell!

Unearthing herself from beneath an equally exhausted competitor did not necessarily constitute to much. D.B. was still strewn spread-eagled across the canvas with a subtle motion to her heaving chest and eyes clamped shut with the ravages of the hellacious match clearly having taken its toll on her as well as it's maligned champion. The once terrifying specter of death herself, now unmoving and limp in the middle of the ring and seemingly dead to the world around her...

...until, as if written straight from the most frightening and chilling of horror novels, the undead Bunny Reaper would hauntingly sit upright as if rising straight from her own wooden coffin!! A collective gasp and swell of applause appropriately summarizing the audience's immediate reaction as D.B. remained seated with her head tilted downward, obscuring her vision beneath her purple locks until she turned to face Alison with a renewed and otherworldly sense of life. A cold-blooded, deathlike gaze upon her own blood-splattered visage as she started arising back to her feet!!!

Crawling around trying to get her bearings back, Alison found herself closer to the center as her vision returned to her and her mind set back into place, she looked over her shoulder and saw that DB was still laid out in the corner. Panting out, sweat appearing out of her pores as she smiled. She had it, Death Bunny was done. She had nothing left being plowed into the table like that as Alison attempted to stand back up, getting a foot underneath her as she pushed off of her knee.

However, that all came to dead stop as she saw Death Bunny sitting up, as if rising from the ashes of the afterlife as Alison's eyes widened, falling backwards onto her butt. She saw the same eyes that plagued her since her first match, those cold and heartless eyes bearing into her as her breathing intensified, frozen in fear as the moment her body was able to move, she began crawling backwards!