The British Bunnies vs. Alyssa Monroe

[CaptainL]

As Chelsea slipped off to the side of the ring, climbing through the ropes to take her place in the corner, her sister was quick to pick up the slack. Molly came charging straight at Alyssa, jumping up to deliver a hard stomp into her gut, and she watched as the fellow blonde was left crumpling from the blow, rolling over to the side and clutching her stomach. Molly pumped a fist confidently in the air, a grin on her face as she hoped Chelsea could appreciate her hard work. But of course, there was more to be done.

Bending down, she grabbed Alyssa by the arm to pull her back to her feet. From there, Molly would turn to whip her clear across the ring, aiming to make her go off running before she had fully adjusted. And as Alyssa rebounded off the ropes, Molly would charge after her, springing up for a dropkick!

[Devastated]

Alyssa was currently bereft of air and easy pickings for Molly as the fellow Brit took a hold of the Mancunian's arm, hauling her up to her feet before she sent the Brutish Brawler towards the ropes, running with that Irish-Whip! Alyssa grit her teeth as she was forced to turn around and then bounce off of the ropes right back towards Molly!

Though to no one's surprise, not even Alyssa's the fellow British blonde was charging at her, those boots of hers driving into Alyssa's chest as it sent her crashing down onto her back on the canvas, arms wrapping around her chest as she'd kick her heels down against the canvas, forced to cough out even louder and rougher now as air had once more rushed out of her already mostly air deprived lungs.

[CaptainL]

Getting Alyssa up off the ground, Molly continued to run with her toward the ropes before at last letting her go, leaving her to hit the ropes running so that the momentum would carry her back. She was sure that would leave Alyssa dizzy, but it was only one part of her plan. The other half was something she was quick to pick up herself, though - when Alyssa came charging back at her, Molly jumped off the ground, lifting her legs to deliver a powerful kick straight into her chest!

The two women went toppling to the ground, Molly landing beside Alyssa on her back. She pumped her fist in the air, with a grin on her face, as she sat up, knowing her plan had paid off. But even this wouldn't be enough. Molly rolled back to her feet, where she kept on running to the other side of the ring. She was about to make use of the momentum herself, as she sprung off the ropes to go back toward Alyssa. Once there, Molly would let herself drop down to hit an elbow drop onto her downed opponent.

[Devastated]

Coughing and gasping for air as she was in a poor spot right now, Alyssa tried to inhale and get as much air back into the lungs, it looked as if Molly was rearing more moves though and with Alyssa vulnerable it would seem like a good idea! As Molly ran for the ropes and would jump off of them Alyssa remained down! That elbow coming down towards her!

However, what seemed like a good Idea would hopefully become a turning point for Alyssa, as she would try and kick her feet against the mat to help roll out of the way! Hopefully leading to Molly crashing elbow first into the canvas instead of her chest! The Brutish Brawler unwilling to take any more air depriving hit!

[CaptainL]

After the dropkick, Molly was already riding on high momentum, having delivered a good few blows that took Alyssa down. She wasn't about to relinquish that advantage any time soon, and already she was setting herself up for her next move with an even stronger attack. She felt the push of the ropes behind her as she went charging at Alyssa, and, closing in, she jumped up with her elbow extended, looking to drive it straight into her foe's stomach!

But it wasn't to be. Alyssa recovered in that moment - and she had just enough time to get out of the way! Molly didn't even notice until she had hit the mat, her elbow sinking into the unforgiving canvas rather than the softer surface of her opponent's body. Yelping from the pain, she rolled over on her back and grabbed at her arm, trying to dull the ache the impromptu collision had left in her.

[Devastated]

Rolling out of the way as Molly soon came crashing down elbow first into the canvas, Alyssa would cough and shake her head, quickly moving up to a seated position as she looked over the fellow blond who now seemed to have a hurting arm...gritting her teeth through the pain, the Brutish Brawler would try and make her way to Molly and try and wrench that arm out from her grip.

Looking to extend it and snap her legs up over Molly's chest! Trying to pin her down against the canvas as she'd try and pull that arm out and into a standard armbar submission hold! Looking to work it over while it was still hurting!

[CaptainL]

The disappointment of missing a shot that Molly was sure could have shaped the outcome of the match would have been a sore spot - but what was more sore, right now, was the girl's elbow now that she had come down hard onto the canvas. She rolled over clutching her arm, groaning under her breath as she tried to dull the soreness she felt. "Ow ow ow..." she muttered to herself.

"Moll! Watch it!" Chelsea called back from her corner. But in Molly's moment of weakness, she wasn't watching her surroundings, and it proved prime territory for her opponent to sneak up on her! Suddenly, with a gasp, Molly felt Alyssa grab at her arm and pull it back from her, bringing it between her legs as she dropped down at her side. She let out a scream, the already sore joint being extended further than she could bear, as she twisted and turned against the pressure mounting.

[Devastated]

That arm of Molly's had to be hurting a bit after the failed elbow drop and Alyssa was going to make sure it felt even worse when she was through with it! Snatching a hold of it and trapping the fellow blonde Brit in a nasty armbar submission, the Brutish Brawler would arch her hips up a bit as she tried to put more of a strain and crank on that arm to cause the sore joints to be pulled and extended beyond their limits.

Gritting her teeth, Alyssa was a bit groggy but mostly pissed at that surprise kick to her head. So for the moment she was out for blood when it came to Molly. Looking to pay her back with as much pain as she could!

The referee of course would do her jobb dutifully as she would move up to the pair and ask if Molly wanted to submit.

[CaptainL]

With her arm caught in Alyssa's grasp and wrenched to the side, the pressure was building quickly on Molly. She knew she had to act somehow, to get out of trouble or to at least lighten the burden; if Alyssa held this position for too long, it could certainly cost her her chances. The more Alyssa bent back at her shouder, adding more leverage as she raised her hips, the more Molly felt it; her head tossed back and forth, and she screamed louder from the pain!

When the ref came up to check on Molly's submission, the younger Forster looked over to her tentatively, as though considering it. Chelsea, though, had other ideas. "Dun do it!" she called out - she already had a plan in mind, as she looked to duck under the ropes and slide over to Alyssa to kick her in the side, hoping to disrupt her position!

[Devastated]

Considering Molly had kicked her in the head while she had the other bunny locked up tight she was unwilling to hold back a bit, pulling and stretching as much as she could on that arm as if she had plans to pop it out of it's socket, of course she didn't put that much pressure but one could be fooled with how ruthless she was being with the arm-bar.

Thinking that she basically had this match won now that Molly might just tap out from the pain with how she was shaking her head and seemingly unable to find a way free, a grin grew on her face...that was quickly wiped off of her face! As the boots of Chelsea nailed her right in the side, causing Alyssa to grunt out painfully and forced her grip on that arm to be released, rolling away as she cradled her side.

Though Alyssa didn't just roll to the ropes this time, but out under them as she dropped onto her knees, cursing out as she would rub her side and shake her head, getting visibly frustrated with this whole scenario.