The British Bunnies vs. Alyssa Monroe

[CaptainL]

After the punishment she had taken, Molly wasn't sure how well Alyssa would be able to respond. Based on what her opponent did next, she intended to plan her approach to the rest of the match accordingly. But Alyssa indeed had the strength in her to react, as rather than stand and take the incoming blow, she slipped behind Molly, grabbing for the Scouser's head and neck!

"Gah-!?" Taken by surprise, Molly was halted in mid-stride as Alyssa's hold pulled her back against the brawler's chest. Her shocked gasps would quickly turn to coughs and wheezes as Alyssa held down her throat. Though Molly would try to twist herself back and forth, fighting to resist the hold and to try and loosen it, the pressure was too much for her to overcome - and soon, Alyssa dropped down, leaving Molly sprawled on top of her as they took things to the ground. Now dizzied as well as being choked, Molly's eyes rolled up as the light-headedness settled in, and her body grew stiffer and heavier.

[Devastated]

"G-got you..." Alyssa growled out into the ear of Molly as she would tighten the hold on the fellow blonde and she pulled the bunny down onto the canvas with her, underneath Molly now as she tightened the sleeper hold. She'd feel Molly squirm and shift on top of her, but she wasn't about to let her get away that easily.

Straining herself and groaning out, Alyssa would try and swing her legs up and slip them around Molly's legs. Trying to spread them apart and grapevine her. Looking to take those legs out of the equation so they couldn't be used to help her in any struggle. Flexing her arms and tightening them she'd try and keep the sleeper as firm and tight as she could.

[CaptainL]

Molly gagged and groaned against the pressure, trying to resist despite Alyssa's best efforts to choke her out. The Mancunian had her from her position beneath her, and with her arms around her throat, she was steadily choking out the last reserves of air Molly had in her lungs. Though she tried to struggle and loosen the hold, Molly couldn't take back much ground for herself, and her stamina was steadily draining the longer Alyssa had her held in place, holding off her airways.

Things would only get worse as Alyssa brought her legs into place, holding Molly down. Before, she had tried to twist her way free as much as the tight positioning would allow, but now Molly was being held where she was, preventing her from budging. With a low, pained moan, the exchange student settled into the prison that was Alyssa's grasp, the twitching of her body going still as her legs were restrained.

It was looking like Alyssa had her sure ticket to victory - but there was always a catch where the British Bunnies were concerned. Chelsea saw that Alyssa had her sister held down, and she wasn't going to let her get away with it. It would take a creative approach, seeing as Molly was on top and would absorb any head-on collision. But Chelsea would slide under the ropes, diving on her knees to close in on Alyssa, where she would aim to pull her arm off Molly's throat. "Geddoff!" It wasn't the most spectacular of moves, but it should do the job - and if Molly couldn't free herself, she would take care of that for her!

[Devastated]

Alyssa had a tight grip around the blonde bunny on top of her as she locked in her limbs on her and tightened her arms around that neck like a noose. As she felt her opponent weaken and slowly start to feel how her opponent was growing limp in her arms. Though it didn't take very long before Chelsea came in again to interrupt her chance of winning.

Chelsea came in and grabbed at Alyssa's arm and started to yank on it, trying to free her sister from Alyssa's grip. Something that made the Brutish brawler wince and struggle, trying to keep her grip but it was slowly fading that was for sure as Chelsea pulled on her arms. " G-rrgh...Let go!" She'd shout out as she would then unwrap her legs from Molly's. Slowly her arm was pulled off of Molly's neck as she'd then try pull her arms away from Chelsea's grip and roll away.

[CaptainL]

The reaction from the crowd at Chelsea's sudden entrance was predictable, as they erupted in boos. It looked as though Alyssa was finally on the cusp of overcoming the opposing team, in a match where the odds had been stacked against her, but once again the Bunnies were able to use their numbers to their advantage as Chelsea came sliding in to oppose the pressure. The referee ran over, attempting to break up the interference, but Chelsea was undeterred, as a tug of war ensued with Alyssa's arm as the rope!

"Like 'ell I wul, ye sorry twat, like!" Chelsea shouted back into Alyssa's face as she gave a sharper yank to the girl's wrist. Molly was caught up in the middle of all this, and, already on the verge of unconsciousness, even the reduced pressure as Alyssa's legs dropped off of her didn't do her much good. All she did was gasp and gurgle, her face red and her eyes rolling back in her skull. But at last, Alyssa was forced to let go, and as she cleared the scene, Molly flopped onto her side, her ribs rising and falling as she heaved for air.

The ref girl got closer into Chelsea's face, continuing the count. "Get back in your corner! Three! Four!" Although Chelsea might not have known any Japanese, she was able to reason what she was being told well enough from the context, and she tagged herself in, slapping her hand on Molly's back. "I'll take it from 'ere, Molly. Dun ye worry!" As Molly rolled up to her elbows and knees, still gasping for air, Chelsea moved in toward Alyssa, looking to take control of the action!

[Devastated]

Alyssa would move up towards her feet after she pushed Molly off of her, she could only take solace in the fact that Molly would probably be out of commission for a little while, having come so close to literally passing out from the hold of the Brutish Brawler. Alyssa would shake her head, clicking her tongue as she started to push herself up towards her feet.

She was quite frustrated to say the least and when Chelsea moved into the ring and started to move towards her, Alyssa would answer her in kind. Though Alyssa would rush at full speed towards the fellow blonde, looking to rush at her and aim to smack a harsh right handed hook into the pretty face of the other British Bunny!

[CaptainL]

Were Molly in this match alone, Alyssa would likely have won then and there. Unfortunately, this was a handicap match, and Alyssa was the one handicapped. Chelsea was able to break up the submission just in time, and, as she tagged herself in to assume her sister's place in the ring, Alyssa was now faced with a considerably more able and ready foe than the girl who had just been choked into nigh-unconsciousness. While Chelsea was still sore from the beating she'd taken, she could at least stand on two feet. And, more importantly, she had an eye for revenge.

She started to advance toward Alyssa with a more measured step, one she thought would give her more time to watch her opponent and react to whatever she would do. Sure enough, the Brutish Brawler took off running toward Chelsea with her fist drawn and ready - but Chelsea had seen it coming, and she could swerve out of the way, leaving Alyssa to go running by her and hopefully into the ropes as the Liverpudlian watched her with a smirk. "Gettin' ahead o' yoself, are ye?" All she needed to do was swing her body to the side, and ideally Alyssa's momentum would do the rest of the work.

[Devastated]

Alyssa was more than ready to bash in Chelsea's face. Knowing what this match completely entailed now and how much the odds were stacked against her if the opposing tag team didn't follow the rules, she would narrow her eyes as she watched Chelsea. The sooner she could beat Chelsea up the sooner she could win this, as she needed to take her out before Molly recovered.

Rushing in at full speed towards Chelsea didn't seem to work out though. Cause the woman ducked out of the way and pushed her along, sending the Mancunian straight towards the ropes which she quickly turned so her back hit them and she would bounce off of them, forcing her to run right towards the British Bunny and not fully in control of herself!

[CaptainL]

Chelsea had to stifle a giggle as she watched Alyssa run by her when she stepped out of the way. It seemed too easy, almost comically so. But the fact that Alyssa would fall for such a trick was perfectly in keeping with Chelsea's opinion on the intelligence of Mancunians, and she couldn't complain when Alyssa was practically handing her the keys to victory. She was still a bit achey, and if Alyssa got her hands on her she would surely prove able to take the advantage. With Molly out of commission, that wasn't a place Chelsea wanted to be in. The more attacks she could avoid, the better, and this was one such situation.

As Alyssa bounced back off the ropes, Chelsea was ready for her. She spun back around with her leg outstreched, aiming to connect a roundhouse kick with Alyssa as she was moving at full speed! "'ere's a 'int, like," she teased, "it 'elps ter look whuz you're goin'!"

[Devastated]

Alyssa ran for it and Chelsea was able to duck away from her charge, making the blonde run in towards the ropes and come bouncing back. Annoying and frustrated at this turn of events as she would come running right back towards Chelsea, though the fellow blonde was ready for her. As she threw her leg up and smashed it into Alyssa.

The Brutish Brawler was able to bring her arms up and cover herself a bit and take the brunt of the roundhouse kick, but it was enough to send her off of her feet and falling down onto her side wincing out in pain as she would rub her arms a bit.