The British Bunnies vs. Alyssa Monroe

[CaptainL]

If this was a normal singles match, Alyssa could easily have won here. Molly was reaching the end of her rope, and no matter how much she tried to struggle, she couldn't break free of her opponent's grasp. Unfortunately for Alyssa, though, this was a handicap match, and even that wouldn't stop Chelsea from pulling some good old-fashioned interference! With the ref girl watching Molly for a submission, there was nothing stopping Chelsea from getting in and delivering a swift kick to Alyssa's side, forcing her to roll away from Molly. The younger Forster rose to her knees, wiping her brow as she caught her breath.

Alyssa didn't stop it at getting away from Molly, though; she went right out of the ring as she slipped under the ropes. With Chelsea already having an eye out for any loopholes she could abuse, she wouldn't pass up the chance to act here. No sooner had Alyssa's feet touched the floor that Chelsea hopped out of the ring likewise, vaulting over the ropes with her legs held out to catch Alyssa by the head and swing her down with a hurricanrana! "Ye think you're goin' anywhuz?"

"One! Two!" The ref began the ten-count with Alyssa out of the ring, but she could do little about the mayhem that not even the ropes could contain!

[Devastated]

Alyssa would wince and whine as she had managed to pull away and roll towards safety, grabbing at her side and cursing...this was the second time a secure win had been snatched away from her from this handicap crap. Causing the Brutish brawler no end of frustration. She cursed and stomped her foot on the floor the second that they touched the ground.

Though she didn't have the time for much more than that as suddenly those legs of Chelsea came around her head and she was yanked down out of nowhere, sent tumbling and crashing onto her back with that hurricanrana! Rolling and tumbling as she crashed down against the barley padded floor. She winced as she rolled and would bring a hand towards her back, grumbling as the referee started their count.!

[CaptainL]

If Alyssa was frustrated by how the Bunnies were abusing their status as a team to gang up on her, she hadn't seen anything yet. From her place at the side of the ring, Chelsea was quick to make her move, taking the fight to Alyssa even as the Mancunian escaped through the ropes. Lashing out with her legs, Chelsea caught hold of Alyssa's head between her thighs, and then, rolling her weight, she brought her crashing to the floor!

A few voices in the crowd winced at the sight of Alyssa's collision, with such a fall outside the ring being nowhere near as comfortable as one inside. But Chelsea was only beginning. Letting go of Alyssa's head and rolling to the side, she straightened herself, dusting herself off. Then, though, she glared back at her opponent as she lay sprawled beneath her. It was about time to show her what she really thought.

"Have some 'o dis!" Chelsea shouted out, raising her leg to slam it down into Alyssa's back. After landing a few stomps in such a fashion, and if Alyssa would so allow, Chelsea thought to take a step beyond. She reached down to grab Alyssa by the hair and drag her back up to her knees, but once there, Chelsea would bring an even harder stomp down onto her back to send her face-down into the floor! And all the while, the ref kept counting. "Three! Four! Five! Six!"

[Devastated]

Alyssa wasn't in the best way right now after having taken that nasty drop onto the harsh floor outside of the ring as a result of that hurricanrana. She groaned and arched her back off of the floor a bit, rolling over onto her front as she shook her head a bit more, trying to start pushing up towards her hands and knees, but before she could even make a solid attempt to do so, Chelsea's boot smacked into her back as she started to hammer stomp after stomp onto the Brutish brawler's back!

Gasping and grunting out in pain with each stomp that she took, the blonde would clench her fists tight and try and bear with the abusse she was taking. Though after a few more stomps she soon felt that hand gripping at her blonde pony tail and tug her up towards her hands and knees, wincing out in frustration...

Alyssa would try and fight back! Aiming to lash out with her hand to grab onto Chelsea's standing leg and try and pull it right out from under the woman! Looking to make her trip right onto her back.

[CaptainL]

The increasing counts of the referee wasn't doing much to stop Chelsea from unleashing her beatdown on Alyssa outside the ring. Chelsea kept slamming the sole of her boot again and again into her opponent's spine, each time punctuating the impact with shouts and taunts. A grin spread over her face, looking down at the carnage below her; this was something she could keep at forever!

"Yeah, dat's rite! Dead rags, doesn't it?" Chelsea snapped as Alyssa again fell on her face against the motion of her stomp as her foot and Alyssa's back connected, driven from either direction. However, Chelsea wouldn't be able to keep up the dominant position forever, and soon enough, the air would be let out of her sails, as Alyssa grabbed her leg, yanking it aside and off the ground!

"Wha-!?" was all that had time to leave Chelsea's mouth as she found her footing swept out from under her. A moment later, she went crashing down onto her back, landing with a thud, as a shiver went through her tense body.

"Seven! Eight!"

[Devastated]

Pulling that foot out from under Chelsea and letting the woman crash right down onto her back, Alyssa would quickly scramble upwards to the edge of the ring, hearing the count having reached and eight she would pull herself up onto the apron as the referee raised their ninth finger.

" Nine!"

Almost diving in under the bottom ropes to roll into the ring and escape being counted out, Alyssa would pant and shake her head...her body aching from the countless stomps that Chelsea had laid into her as she would grab onto the bottom ropes as she laid there in the ring. The referee stopping the count as Alyssa was back into the ring, as she'd back up a bit.

[CaptainL]

With Alyssa going back in the ring, the ref girl stopped her count. It wasn't as though Chelsea was going to be slowed down much either way, though; she was already back on her feet and climbing into the ring, as Molly pulled her up onto the apron and through the ropes. Chelsea shook herself out, striding toward Alyssa as she jabbed a finger toward her. "Dun think I'm through wi' ye! I'll show ye firkin ter think about, like!"

Without giving much time for Alyssa to contemplate what on earth Chelsea was talking about, the Scouser went low, going to hurl herself forward with her hands raised to hit her with a spear!

[Devastated]

Alyssa had managed to make her way into the ring and started to push up towards her feet, and it wasn't long until Chelsea was up into the ring with her and charging right at her. Going in for that spear! Alyssa was not in the mood to be speared out in the gut after the abuse she had taken at the hand of Chelsea! So she would try and raise her boot up and try and have Chelsea run right into a big boot, face first!

Trying to knock some sense into her new found nemesis, the Liverpool loving blonde counterpart that she had a deep seethed desire to smash her face in!

[CaptainL]

As soon as she was back in the ring, Chelsea didn't waste any time in chasing after Alyssa, her eyes locked onto her and her teeth bared in a snarl. She still had plenty of words for her, and she would see to it that she spoke them perfectly clear - with her fists, of course! She took off at full speed, her body coiled and ready to spring.

Of course, in her charge, Chelsea was blinded by her own fury and thick-headed stubbornness. She didn't notice as Alyssa rose her leg for the big boot, even as Molly shouted to her from the apron. "Chelsea!! Look out!" she called, but it was too late - Chelsea was already in motion, and she was unable to halt her momentum as she charged right into the path of Alyssa's boot, her face taking the brunt of the collision.

Clutching her face, Chelsea fell backward, letting out a muffled groan as she hit the mat and sputtered in frustration. Her legs kicked at the air in a blind struggle, her head spinning. Molly hung back by the ropes, not about to get herself involved. In the commotion of the match, many had forgotten that Molly was still the legal woman; Chelsea had never tagged her in. But the younger Forster was waiting on the right opportunity to use that to her advantage, as she prepared to strike!

[Devastated]

Watching Chelsea bullheadedly charge at her Alyssa raised her boot and smashed it into the face of Chelsea, who took the brunt of the boot and then collapsed backwards, a smirk appearing on Alyssa's face again as she would stomp right back towards the downed blonde and raise her boot up! Looking to start sending it down with stomp after stomp onto her hated foe!

" Take that! And that! Take this!" She let out with each stomp as she tried to drive her foot down over and over again onto Chelsea as she sought to pepper her with stomps and leave her body covered head to toe in boot prints! Alyssa herself had completely forgotten who was the legal woman right now as she only wanted to pay Chelsea back and then some!