Hare and Bear: Monami "The Bear" Shagura vs. March "The Hare" Michel

[DeVir]

That earlier suplex had been a secret blessing. March already knew it didn't feel good to land in lumps of sand, so the second time should would feel better.

It didn't feel better. A throaty grunt was forced out of her when she bellyflopped the landing. There was no bounce like on a canvas. There was no give or cushion like on mats. There was only a few inches of sand moving out of her way so that the rest of the sand beneath, packed more tightly, could punch her entire body like a bunch of miniature prizefighters. She had tensed up for the landing, so it could have been worse. But March shouldn't have been worried about the latest location of the rope. She should have been worried more about the location of the bear.

It was a dull, numb pain that claimed her body but pain nonetheless. She peeled her face out of the sand when it began to subside, and the only positive she could see while she spat sand out of her mouth and picked it out of her nose was that Monami wasn't up yet. They weren't a Hare and a Bear for the moment but a couple of beached whales. "Goddammit." March was, as was her way, the first one up, but that didn't mean she had any business standing. She held her bashed knees before she forced herself over to Monami.

"Don't do-" She lifted her foot with a plan to smack it back down on the side of Monami's head. A petty, feeble stomp. "-that again!"

[Caborn]

Monami couldn’t help but laugh as she watched March belly flop into the sand. She just went arching through the air annnnnnd PLOP! Now the bearess was chuckling about two things after she made her little bear pun. So, with March face planting down in the sand, the she bear had earned herself some time to recover before getting up to face the blonde Hare. That was…until the woman started getting back up before she did.

Monami was shocked to see that March was already picking herself out of the sand. The blonde woman had to be pushing herself after flopping in the sand. Monami didn’t have time to worry about the how, though. Her opponent was already up and ailing a kick at her head. Shooting at the bearess to not roll away again. But before the woman’s foot could connect, the she bear would manage to reach out and grab it with her hands. Looking up at March as she held the bunny by her foot and ankle, Monami would glare at her opponent. Showing the rabbit she wasn’t happy that she tried to stomp on her head like this.

Without warning, then, Monami would suddenly twist the woman’s ankle to the side. Looking to topple the hare before trying to get herself up and mount the blonde’s lower back. If successful, the she bear would try to lock March into a tight single legged Boston crab! Pulling back on the rabbits limb, Monami would punish the woman’s leg muscles as she sat on her back.

“That wasn’t nice, March…” the bearess said sternly as she stretched her opponent’s leg back. Clearly a little mad about the woman trying to stomp on her head, Monami would give the rabbit a spank on her bottom for being naughty. “…Bad bunny~…” the dark skinned amazon would say with a grin. Unable to stop herself from giggling as she called March that. She had tried so hard to stay serious too. Deciding to tease the blondie as well as punish her, Monami would reach down with her free hand and pinch the rabbit’s ass cheek in hopes of making her yelp out and squirm a little.

[DeVir]

March kept her promises. Some of them. Specifically the violent ones. Unwilling to wait until they got into this whole POW scenario later, she planned to make good on her promise (threat?) to jump on Monami's head. This wasn't a jump because her whole body was too beaten up for her to do any jumping, but it was the next-best option. Unfortunately, March was in a state where she was swinging at the same speed as her grandma, and the only grandma she had known was dead.

Monami was up to the simplified challenge of catching it. The Californian hopped on the opposite leg and stuck out her arms to balance. "You better let the hell go of my..." She tried to wring it away; Monami wasn't letting go. Her scowl lifted high enough that she could read the bear's face, and the bear was being every ounce as stubborn as she was. That presented a problem since March wasn't the one of the two of them who had hold of the other's foot. Her overactive mind flashed back to that damned match with Beauty and concocted an even worse fate for her foot.

That lent to desperation. She tried to wrench it away again, almost throwing herself on the ground with the effort. "Give. It!"

Monami did twist it, but not so violently as the blonde feared. Not many people might have felt relief at getting spun to the ground in an opponent's clutches, but getting spun to the ground was a lot better than having something twisted out of place. She knew from experience. She semi-nailed the landing too, catching her weight on both palms. In a ring, she might have scurried away before Monami could do anything more. But her grabby hands grabbed two handfuls of sand, which was to say they grabbed nothing.

And by the time she acknowledged that she wasn't going anywhere, Monami was on her back, and March's lifting leg was sending her brain a warning about what was about to happen. "Not my le- AAAAGH! FUUH-HUUUUCK!"

March's legs were her pride, and it felt like Monami was going to tear the thigh off of the hip. The blonde reached back to try and do something to unhinge Monami's grip, which was futile. She settled for grabbing at more sand and wailing her misery, hardly noticing the spanking and pinching because she was (as was her way) too worried about what was happening to her leg, how she would get out, and how stupid she must have looked.

[Caborn]

Monami lifted an eyebrow as she listened to her opponent cry out about her leg. She understood this had to hurt a great deal. She was pulling back on the woman’s leg with her entire body. However she didn’t even seem to react at her ass getting pinched. Maybe she was being too gentle with the rabbit. Maybe she wasn’t being gentle enough with her leg. For whatever the reason, the she bear decided to focus on the job at hand. And that job was to tie this energetic bunny up! Seeing the piece of rope she had dropped earlier, Monami would reach out to her left and snatch it up. Once she did, the bearess would attempt to tie it around her opponent’s ankle for now. Since she was pulling back in her leg it would be the easiest part to keep still.

“I’ve never tried tying someone up before…but I have been practicing my knots for this~” the dark skinned woman would say as she tried to secure the rope around March’s ankle. Once she succeeded, then came the hard part. Now Monami had to grab another limb and tie it as well. At this point, the she bear realized this rope wasn’t long enough to completely tie the rabbit up. However, it would secure the woman’s ankle to one of her wrists. Deciding to go with that, Monami would try to grab March’s wrist so she could tie it up as well. However, this would cause her grip on the blonde Hare’s leg to loosen in the process of trying to grab her opponent’s hand.

[DeVir]

Making the pain worse (thanks, power of the mind) was that March was being bent this way in a bikini that was deciding it wanted to use the opportunity to escape. She had stumbled into several "oops, no clothes" moments in public, but her clothes trying to escape with her bent and unable to get unbent made it worse. Coming to accept that she wouldn't escape by digging through sand, March tried propping on her shoulder and reaching for Monami's grip to try and unhinge it. It was while she was upside down moaning that she saw her reaching for the rope.

"Nooo-hooo! One thing at a... time..." The sight gave March the added motivation she needed to try and twist even further (though doing so added to the pain and the cries) and reach for it, but the effort exposed her trapped leg further even while it relieved some of the pressure of the hold before her ligaments started snapping. She could feel the material sliding around her ankle before she could reach anything useful to put a stop to it, and she growled her frustration. "You tie it to my foot and I'm gonna tie it to your ears!"

It was already done by the time she finished threatening, but at the same time, Monami's shifting to secure it gave her an opportunity for escape. March roared and started to roll. It freed her leg... to the degree it could be freed. Mid-roll, she came to a jolting stop and was left staring up to see her foot still dangling, secured to Monami's wrist. "Oh you shit!", she cried, trying to wench her body so hard into the roll that she pulled Monami down with their shared restraints.

[Caborn]

Monami may have practiced tying knots for this match, but she should have practiced on a live, thrashing person like March. By some miracle she’d succeed at securing the rope around her ankle, however, it was a lot harder to then tie the remaining rope around the bunny’s wrist. Luckily, only a little lucky though, March would reach back as she tried to escape. Most likely to break the hold she had on her leg. This made it easier to snatch her by the hand. However, March was a slippery little rabbit. Even when the blonde woman was failing to threaten the she bear.

“Heh…is that supposed to be a threat? You really are kinda cute, you know?” Monami giggled as she heard the rabbit threaten to tie up her ears. However, soon after all of March’s struggling would make her slip up while tying the knot around her wrist. As March’s leg would slip out from under her arm, Monami would try to twist and grab it. However, not only did she fail to re-lock the hold, but her own wrist in the rope she’d been tying around the wily Hare. “Well shit…” the beardless cursed as she looked at March.

“This is your fault you know…” she added while pointing at the knots. However, March wasn’t staying still. As if she had before this. But even more so while being bound to the she bear. “Aye! Stop rolling!” Monami would shout as her arm was being twisted along with the blonde bunny. Growling in pain, the woman had to start rolling along with March to keep the strain off her arm.