The British Bunnies vs. Alyssa Monroe

[CaptainL]

Chelsea usually got a chilly reception at best from the fans, so when the crowd began to boo Alyssa over her, it would almost have been encouraging to know that they were on her side for a change. Almost. Because Chelsea couldn't really devote much thought to that when she was sore from landing on her back, as well as the swift stomp to the chest she received a moment later! With a grunt, she buckled up from the mat, falling back down with a cough. She would thus stay in place - leaving Alyssa the opportunity to get her next move in, as she got down on top of Chelsea.

Slowly, the Liverpudlian was beginning to come back to her senses, enough to look back up at Alyssa with a scowl. She did, indeed, clench her teeth, though in rage as much as in pain. Before she could get a word in edgewise, however, Chelsea felt herself being battered from side to side as Alyssa began to pound on her, each strike causing her body to rock back and forth.

She tried to buck up from the ground, twisting back and forth as best she could, but she couldn't get far with the weight keeping her in place. At last, she would go for a different counter - as she tried to bring up a knee from the ground to swing it for Alyssa's back. "I think dat's enough o' dat!"

[Devastated]

Alyssa smirked as she took the top position and mounted her fellow blond foe, cracking her knuckles as a wide toothy grin was plastered on her face. eyes fixed on the Liverpudlian's face as she began to hammer away, throwing bombs at that face of the fellow blond lightweight! Punch after punch hit its mark and she saw how Chelsea's body jolted with each hit.

Though her time on top wasn't meant to last too long, after all this was just the start of the match and Chelsea was still very much fresh. Throwing her knee up and driving it into Alyssa's back caused the blonde to seize up and stop throwing her punches as she was instead shot forward a bit, grunting out as she would be pushed forward and off of Chelsea by that knee to her back.

[CaptainL]

With each fist that fell on her, Chelsea's body rocked, the punches causing her to lurch this way and that as her head was thrown back and forth across the mat. But just as much as it hurt, it was also causing the anger in Chelsea to rise. She resented being in any position of vulnerability, and she would take whatever measures she could to get out. If Alyssa was on top of her chest, there was one place she couldn't reach - and that was her legs. Which, as it so happened, were right in reach of Alyssa's back.

Swinging her knee into the fellow Englishwoman's back, Chelsea delivered a blow that jostled Alyssa, and then was able to bowl her off. She rolled over, picking herself onto all fours, but there was no time to lose. It was about time, she thought, to give Alyssa a taste of her own medicine - and Chelsea was no stranger to brawling herself. Going to roll on top of Alyssa, she drew back a fist, aiming to unleash a barrage of punches of her own into her face.

"'ow do ye like some o' dat, 'uh?"

[Devastated]

Having been jolted off of Chelsea by the bunny's sudden knee to her back, the blonde would release a gruff and angry groan as she arched her back and rolled over onto it, trying to make sure she wasn't attacked any further on it. Though Chelsea seemed to have a different idea as she planned to pay Alyssa back for her earlier assault.

The Brutish brawler though brought her arms up as a guard as soon as Chelsea mounted her, feeling those fists of her foe start to hammer down upon her guard, every other blow or so managing to slip past it. Grunting out to each of those strikes.

The blonde wouldn't suffer the move for too long either! As she'd just had this position countered it was fresh in her mind. Alyssa would look to kick up her own leg and nail Chelsea in the spine with a knee of her own!

[CaptainL]

Alyssa, to her credit, had more experience with this kind of fighting, and she had a leg up on Chelsea in that regard. So when Chelsea mounted her to rain down punches into her face, Alyssa was able to bring her guard up. A few of Chelsea's blows only hit her block, and the Scouser clenched her teeth in frustration at the sight, but that didn't slow her down. She kept on raining down blows, each fist that landed serving not only as a strike against her opponent but also as a means toward salvaging her pride. It was all too satisfying to her to watch the pain cross Alyssa's face as she recoiled from each strike that landed, knowing that she was falling victim to her own tactics.

But what Chelsea didn't see coming was that if she wished to get in the same position Alyssa had been in a moment ago, then she was also leaving herself open to the same tactics she herself had used to escape. As Alyssa's knee swung into Chelsea's back, she fell forward with a groan, landing on her face with her rear pointed up in the air. For a moment, she was left there groaning, her voice muffled by the canvas. All she could consider was that she really should have seen that coming.

Nonetheless, Chelsea did have one advantage that Alyssa didn't, and that was her tag team partner. Alyssa was proving bothersome, but at least there was only one of her - and two of the Bunnies. As she came to her senses, Chelsea tried to drag herself toward her corner, looking to hopefully tag Molly in - assuming, of course, that Alyssa wouldn't get to her first.

[Devastated]

Alyssa shook her head as she had just nailed Chelsea in the back with that knee and sent her forward in surprise, now free from the mount and the pounding she had taken, the blonde would push up to a seated position and shake her arms out to get some feeling back into them. Looking over her shoulder she saw Chelsea trying to grab herself towards the corner!

That wasn't something Alyssa planned to let the fellow blonde do though! Looking to grab onto the legs of Chelsea by both of her ankles and drag her towards the center of the ring! If that worked she'd try and reach down for Chelsea's right leg as the blonde was still on her front in front of Alyssa. Looking to pull that leg towards the left side of Alyssa an under the armpit of the Brutish Brawler. Looking to then reach both of her arms for that left leg of Chelsea as she'd look to grab one hand at the toes of Chelsea and the other at the ankle, bending and wrenching on that foot in what was commonly known as a Gotch Toe and Ankle hold! Trying to pull out some more catch wrestling style hold, that she'd learned training to be a MMA fighter.

[CaptainL]

Chelsea's face was still sore, and she had to bite her lip to try and stave off some of the pain. She certainly wasn't going to be forgetting about that any time soon. But right now, she thought, her best interests lay in trying to get out of the heat and to allow her sister to take the wheel for a while. Unfortunately for Chelsea, Alyssa already had plans.

Just as she pushed her arm forward again, reaching to drag her a few more inches, Chelsea found herself suddenly halted - and, with a yelp, she was pulled back to the center of the ring, falling on her face as her hand dropped to the mat beside her! As Chelsea was dragged back into position, Alyssa was able to pull her leg into place, rolling the Scouser onto her side in the process. The feeling made Chelsea groan with discomfort - but that was soon cut off by a sharp scream of pain as Alyssa grabbed her foot, bending it back as she twisted on the ankle! Her face contorted into a scowl as her head tossed back, her neck arched up from the canvas.

Compared to the Bunnies' high-flying style, it was certainly a hold more in keeping with the traditions of the three girls' homeland. But to Chelsea, all that mattered was that it hurt. And to Molly, what mattered was that her sister was in trouble! Even if Chelsea hadn't been able to make it to the ropes herself, Molly recognized her intentions. If it came to that, she was perfectly willing to step in - as she looked to run around the ring to get in behind Alyssa, hoping that she would be too occupied with Chelsea to notice. If she could, she would jump in and swing a kick for Alyssa's head, trying to force her off!

[Devastated]

Alyssa looked to show Chelsea that she wasn't in for an easy match here as she sought to make use of her well established submission skills, locking in a very traditional style of wrestling hold fitting for the British origins of the Brutish Brawler, locking in that nasty hold and bending on that ankle and putting the pressure on it. Figuring if she could debilitate that ankle enough she could make sure to limit one half of the British Bunnies offensive capabilities severely.

A grin on her face as she heard the scream of her already defined nemesis, she continued to ramp up the pressure. Though Alyssa had focused a bit too much on Chelsea. As Molly soon enough came running from the corner and straight up to Alyssa, smacking her in the head with that kick and causing the blonde to gasp out and let out a shriek of pain! Hissing out as she would release Chelsea and roll away from the fellow blonde pair, grabbing at her head to try and protect it as she tried to create some distance.

Of course the referee would step up to Molly and chastise her for entering the ring without a tag! Though Alyssa was currently feeling a bit to groggy to be aware of what was going on thanks to that kick to her head.

[CaptainL]

Chelsea winced from the pressure on her ankle, her face going red and her teeth clenching. Though Alyssa went after such a comparatively small joint, it was no less painful for Chelsea, sending ripples through her nerves and up the side of her leg. Her fists clenched and she sputtered under her breath. Even if she'd manage to escape this, hobbling her legs would likely put a damper on the high-flying offensive she was used to. Alyssa was smarter than she looked - or, at least, that's something Chelsea would think if she had any respect for her.

Luckily, though, Chelsea had one advantage that her opponent didn't - and that was her tag partner. Seeing she was needed, Molly was quick to enter the ring, charging into the action and swinging a kick straight at Alyssa's head. The collision rang out with a clunk, and the Mancunian crumpled to the ground, as Chelsea got back to her feet to congratulate her sister on her efforts. She clapped her hand against Molly's, giving it a firm shake. "Good show! I see I owe ye again, like."

The celebrations were quickly cut short by the referee interjecting, telling Molly to get back to her corner. In doing so, Chelsea was reminded of the pain in her leg, which still hadn't left her; she winced even as she adjusted her weight. But Molly had no such issues - and perhaps it was time for her to take the lead. Molly went back behind the ropes, but Chelsea followed her there, and a mere moment later they clapped hands, letting Molly back into the ring.

With a grin on her face, the younger Forster was ready for action already. She would charge at the ropes, trying to hop up to a higher altitude, and from there she intended to spring herself back at the downed Alyssa with a stomp aimed at her!

[Devastated]

Alyssa's head was in a daze after that nasty kick she had taken from the other bunny who had broken up her enjoyment of bringing the pain to that nasty Liverpool fan, she grit teeth and winced from the pain as she tried to sooth the pain in her skull, grabbing at it as she rolled over onto her back and had created some distance...she had honestly completely forgotten about the whole tag thing the second she locked in that hold...hell she wasnt' even sure if what had happened was legal or not.

It seemed as if the British Bunnies decided to switch out their member in the ring, as Molly was up next and with Alyssa vulnerable the bunny took to a sprint right at her, jumping up and den coming down with a harsh stomp straight onto Alyssa's currently unprotected abs. " Guuh!" the Brutish Brawler would gasp out as air and spittle shot from her mouth, she quickly turned to her side, arms wrapping around her midsection instead as she was forced to cough and gasp.