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

Straitening up with all the stiffened morbidness of a decayed cadaver being brought back from the grave through an unholy resurrection, The Dead Woman cast her soulless sights upon the quivering champion wisely attempting to put as much distance between them as possible. Sanguine lifeblood painted across her face as she arose back to her feet with deep inhalations of air making it clear that despite her apparently boundless endurance, the ravages of the match taking place in this veritable Hell's Playground of an environment, were not not wholly unregistered.

Thousands upon thousands of audience members being given new life as well as they heralded D.B.'s uncanny revival with overwhelming jubilation and precisely zero sympathy for the unluckiest person in the arena at the moment. Whatever distance Alison may have managed to scrounge up was soundly undone in merely a few strides of Bunny's stalking approach with both of the champion's ankles being clamped down upon to drag her sorry ass back towards the center of the ring. Hoisting those same parted legs into the air until her butt was even slightly lifted off the canvas, the boundaries of this no DQ match would be tested once again via D.B.'s uplifted leg brutally stomping upon the thinly clad mound of the reviled champion before letting her legs go.

In panic mode, Alison tried her best to escape backward by crawling back, trying to get enough distance from Death Bunny even though there was little within the hellish structure of pain and torment as Death Bunny caught her by her legs. Eyes widening as she was yanked back to the center of the ring, flailing to try and break Death Bunny's grip on her ankles as her legs were spread outwards, exposing her barely protected crotch as red spread onto her cheeks.

But the only thing that was on her mind soon was unadulterated pain as Death Bunny began stomping on her crotch! Thrashing and writhing in pain as the boot of Death Bunny repeated slammed down into her crotch over and over again. Tears forming at her eyes as she could barely scream anymore with how much the blows were forcing air out of her!

If the dead-eyed gaze directed towards Alison was giving her traumatic flashbacks to their last encounter, than what came next should also be ringing a few bells...or perhaps, stomping a few. D.B. relenting to allow the maligned champion time to huddle and compose herself as best she should given the world of mind-numbing pain she must be coping with right about now. The Grim Hopper forebodingly making a beeline towards a nearby folding chair to begin setting it up and unfolding it on it's legs.

Bunny passed a gloved through her blood-tinted locks, panting deeply before encroaching upon the languishing champion once again. This time yanking her up those raven-haired locks and into an abrasive front headlock when on her feet. By slumping Alisons arm over her own neck and tugging up the side of her spandex outfit...all it would take is one deft yell and surge of strength to flip and suplex the reviled champion spine first atop the steel chair.

Being freed from the cunt stomping, Alison immediately curled into a ball with her hands on her crotch as she coughed for air as the only thing on her mind was pain. No one was quite as brutal as Death Bunny as Alison came to realize, usually her opponents would match her for intensity but never in brutality. As Death Bunny walked off to who knows where, Alison was left on the mat to recover from the violent beating. Surely it couldn't get any worse than this right?

Hauled to her feet as Death Bunny pulled on her hair and right into a front facelock, Alison groaned as her arm was slumped over Death Bunny's neck and a handful of her outfit clenched in Death Bunny's hand as she was then hauled up into the air. It was only in the air that Alison realized that there was a chair waiting for her upon landing.

But by that time it was too late.

Dropped into the chair back first, the chair went flying out from underneath her from the force as a loud scream from the champion roared out as she was left in a brutal heap!

What better place was there for D.B. to work out her anger issues than within these chaotic confines? Entrapped with all manner of barbaric weaponry and the perfect person to express her malicious creativity, the Dead Woman showed the "esteemed" champion to her chair in the most savage way imaginable. By vertical suplexing her spine-first onto it while it was still erect to a sickening collision between flesh and steel...wrecking the chair into a crumbled heap right beside the other mangled mess that was Alison.

Arising once more with startling alacrity, D.B. took a second to collect herself with some deep breathing with a wobbled backstep and limpness to her arms. A passing hand across her bloodied forehead kept the sanguine drips from her eyes as she approached the maligned champion for another hair strained escort back to her feet. The Bunny Brawler circling one arm over Alison's shoulder with the other arm trailing under the champ's sweaty armpit until D.B.'s gloved hands clamped together, bringing Alisons' head to slump on D.B.'s shoulder in a draining bearhug with strengthened pressure from her flexing arms. Beads of sweat trailing down her forehead as she scrunched her face from the occasional torquing.

Alison squirmed on the mat, her arm wrapped around to try and wrap her arm around the afflicted area before flopping back onto the mat. She was wheezing, trying to catch her breath as on top of the insane pain shooting through her body, the air in her lungs got forcibly ejected from her as she continued to writhe on the mat. It made her an easy target for Death Bunny who got to her feet and took her time getting to Alison, which she had plenty of, seizing the Champion by her hair and yanked her up.

Dazed and staggered, Alison was forced to follow along with whatever it was that Death Bunny wanted, having no power to impede her path as she wrapped her arms around her! Loudly groaning out as the pressure clamped around Alison, one of her arms caught in Death Bunny's grip while her body was being crushed, her body was squished against her contender as she arched her head back to cry out!

Capitalizing on what certainly had to be a chiropractor's worst nightmare given the angle to which Alison's spine was slammed down upon that steel chair, D.B. opted to magnify and aggravate those flares of pain in her back by exerting muscled pressure upon it. Her flexing efforts occasionally slackening somewhat to give her bicep muscles time to relax...but even in those brief moments of slackened reprieve, the constricting embrace would still be gradually sapping away at Alison's stamina and vitality.

Being this sweltering close to Alison was not a position D.B. was overtly fond of being in, but if it did the job of rendering this obnoxious champion lifeless and easy pickings for a decisive finisher...than she could withstand feeling their breasts compress together for a few seconds longer while the ref started checking for signs of submission from Alison.

Alison's eyes widened with pain as she screamed out, her back continuing to be punished as the powerful arms around her continued to crush the life out of her. The referee would come in close to see if Alison was still able to compete, which she responded by shaking her head. Squirming in her grasp, Alison tried to find the wiggle room to free herself from the dreaded hold, but there was little to work with as her body continued to be pulled into oblivion. But if there was no space that she could find, then she would make her own space!

Bringing her arm up, Alison would slam it against the side of Death Bunny's head, but one would not be enough. She would throw her elbow as many times as she could until she felt her feet on the mat again!

A vitriolic disdain for the loathed champion and the knowledge that her attack strategy was working out as planned were the primary factors keeping D.B. from relenting even one iota. Every fidgeting quiver on Alison's part to find some manner of relief were all just signs of panic and desperation from what had to feel like a vice-like, torqued squeezing bearing down on her spine. D.B.'s scrunched face buried into the shoulder of the champion as she waited for the referee to get a different...match ending answer from Alison.

That is until one elbow clocked D.B. right in the side of her head...followed by several more concussive strikes that further rattled her thoughts and loosened the grip the Grim Hopper once had. The booming elbow strikes eventually granting the champion were violently earned freedom as D.B. gradually set her down before staggering backwards in a foggy daze with wobbled uncertainty to her legs and a gloved hand soothing her battered cranium.

Alison buried her elbow over and over again into Death Bunny's head, refusing to stop until she felt those arms release from around her and it was working! Soon she was able to breathe without restriction as the arms uncoiled around her body. Coughing for air, Alison took a couple of steps to regain her balance as she got her senses back to her as her eyes looked up and saw the dazed Death Bunny in front of her.

It was almost too good to pass up, with her challenger vulnerable in front of her like this. Her face hardened into a scowl as she turned towards the ropes and took off for them. Looking to spring off of the ropes, Alison would come charging back at Death Bunny, with her arm cocked and ready to deliver a running elbow smash!