The British Bunnies vs. Alyssa Monroe

[CaptainL]

Alyssa had faced an uphill battle, alone against a team of two unscrupulous brawlers who weren't averse to interfering on each others' behalf. It had been admirable how she'd managed to stick it out this long, a few times even seeming as though she might be able to pull out a victory in the clutch. But with Chelsea saving her sister from being choked out at the last minute, Alyssa's chances were sunk. She had to deal with the two British Bunnies, now out for vengeance - and, as the Forsters put their heads together for a hard-hitting team move, Alyssa had front-row seats to witness its power!

She was left stunned, as Chelsea fell atop her and hooked her leg. The first two counts landed, and still Alyssa showed no sign of movement. This didn't change, even as the ref girl lifted her hand a third time...and then as she slapped it for another count! "THREE!!"

With the sound of the bell, Chelsea let go of Alyssa, letting her drop to the mat before jabbing a finger down in her direction. "HAH! Ye see dat, bloody Manc? That's whuz ye belong, whuz yous belong, whuz yer city belongs, AND whuz yer fookin' club belongs! And nah one forget it, like!"

Molly, meanwhile, had a perhaps less colorful, though no less enthused response. She charged through the ropes, going back into the ring as she practically tackled her sister while pulling her into a hug. "YEAH! You did it!!" she cheered.

"Naw. We did it, Moll."

"That's right!" As the two of them linked arms, Molly looked out at the crowd with a smile, one soon mirrored by Chelsea. A good few of the people there were booing them, but they couldn't let that keep them down. They knew this stood for a proud step forward, one that would prove the Bunnies had what it took to take on any challengers!

[Devastated]

Alyssa remained on her back as the bell rang and the British Bunnies were declared the winners, the blonde groaned as Chelsea mocked and shouted down in her usual Liverpool way. The Brutish brawler was starting to come to, little by little as she would shake her head and roll over onto her side, gritting her teeth in frustration and annoyance as she had been unable to beat these two....

The Brit was far from done though...she wasn't gonna give up no matter what the odds were. While she might have lost today...she was planning to come back some day and face these two. Forcing herself up towards her hands and knees and groaning out even louder. Though she stopped on her hands and knees, her head still spinning after that nasty suplex...

[CaptainL]

With the Forster sisters coming back together to celebrate their victory, their attention had been, momentarily, taken off of Alyssa. No one could blame them, exactly; after how hard her landing had been, no one was expecting her to get back up any time soon. Just as they were turning to leave the ring, however, Alyssa moved. She began to rise from the ground, and the Bunnies stopped at the apron. Chelsea looked back over her shoulder. Evidently, her work here wasn't done.

"Uh, Chelsea? You coming?" Molly asked. In her mind, the match was over and there was no point in staying to pick a fight that had already been won. But her sister was decidedly of another mind, and she swung back in under the ropes. "Nah, ye go on ahead, Molly. I'll kep up ter ye, like. Juss a second ter finish business..."

As soon as she saw Alyssa lingering on her hands and knees, Chelsea knew it was her time to strike. She came charging in, raising her boot and delivering a firm stomp onto the Mancunian's back to knock her face back down into the canvas. "THERE! Think ye gonna mess wi' us now?"

The crowd started booing louder, and the referee urged for Chelsea to get back out of the ring. With a roll of her eyes, she turned and headed out, meeting up with Molly on the ramp as she proceeded backstage.

[Devastated]

Alyssa forced herself up to her hands and knees, gritting her teeth and shaking her head a bit. Trying to clear the cobwebs in her head, though the loud boos of the crowd as they saw Chelsea run at her caught Alyssa's attention, but it didn't help her one bit. She was blindstruck as that boot of Chelsea's came to the back of her head and she was curbstomped right into the canvas, knocking her out.

The crowd booed even louder now and the refereed urged Chelsea to leave the ring. The two British Bunnies soon did just that...whereas Alyssa remained flat on her front, knocked out.


Winner: The British Bunnies