The Unforgettable Lesson - Blake Vanderbilt vs. Mina Takemi

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That might have been one of the more satisfying impacts that Blake had ever managed, of course if she had managed it being the more crucial part of that. Although the audible sound of impact sounded, it was the closing of fingers around her attempted strike that caused the young fighter to pause. Her focus shifted away from the tantalizing area of potential impromptu weapons and down to her opponent. Her hand was surely caught as fingers began to dig in, her smaller hand being almost engulfed.

Blake winced, clenching her teeth as she attempted to pull her hand out but to no avail. A slight gesture that took fraction of a second, just before the snarled threat from her opponent sounded. It was enough to catch the nimble fighter's attention, focused gaze snapping to that malice and catching the motion of something moving. The other arm.

Had their been less discrepancy when it came to speed then Mina would have hit for sure. However, Blake's youth and already honed cat-like instincts had pushed her to fall back, the swinging fist crossing the fighter's gaze in front of her and ruffling those black bangs with nothing but the force of wind.

"Gah!" Blake sounded now having her balance lost from the desperate evasion. She fell back landing on her rump. This was certainly bad having her mobility in trouble and she instinctively lifted her legs and fired a wild double barrel kick aimed at Mina's chest to knock her opponent up and away. It might just knock her opponent onto her feet but Blake was just interested in turning around and scurrying away on all fours to get some distance.

[SuckerPunch]

Mina's fist tore through the air on a collision course with Blake's pretty face! Contact would have seen the upstart un-prettied. And so it was fortunate when little more than her bangs grazed the Ring Therapists' knuckles! She'd deftly dodged in the only way she could have, by throwing herself to the ground at the behest of gravity!

"Clever." Mina acknowledged, even as Blake let out a pained grunt. It had been more of a crash landing than a tumble, but the alternative was having her nose pushed inside of her face. A wise trade.

"Don't think I'm going to go easy on you just because you're down honey!" Mina was pressing the attack. Blake had shown her capabilities as a combatant. Mina had given her an opening through banter. No more. Blakes legs shot up wildly, another desperate action. The first wild evasion had caught Mina surprise. The second showed a pattern. Blake was off-balance, uncomfortable, and eager to escape.

Mina stepped into the kicks! Her belly pressed against Blakes' heels as her knees bent! It cut the power right out of the maneuver. Worse, when Blake's knees extended Mina's hands would guide them to either side of her own hips. Her arms would curl around the inside of her knees and her hands would hook underneath. It was as if she was about to turn her over for a Boston Crab or fire her over head in a slingshot.

"Howabout I show you the difference in our strength?" She grinned as her legs tensed and she heft blake off the ground by her lower body. Then... She began to spin! Turning and turning and turning! Swinging Blake around by her calves! Her head narrowly missing the utility crate with each rotation of the Giant Swing!

Giant Swing

She spun for what felt like forever, driving the all of Blake's blood into her head! "SORYAAA!" Before finally letting go and allowing Blake's body to be launched into and likely through the door of a utility closet! All manner of items falling off shelves and raining down upon the backstage brawler in a cacophonous orchestra of violence!

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Blake's caution to being within reach of her opponent was certainly validated when she couldn't escape. Her panicked kicks were met with a stout form that took the neutered blows well. The young fighter gulped as she felt her legs grappled, forcing her in to endure whatever was coming next. It seemed like a submission or maybe a slam.

"W-wait!" Blake stammered waving an arm as she tried to push away with her other arm planted against the ground. No success as she was lifted and then sent into a wild ride.

Round and round the black-haired fighter went, losing all sense of direction as she watched the older woman strain in the spin. Dizzy was mildly putting it with how Blake felt at the moment and she was worried this might end up dragging out, in which case she was screwed.

However after concluding that thought, she was released, sent flinging in the air. She covered her head, hoping not to hit anything but found herself bashing into an ajar door. The orderly closet turned into chaos as Blake's body crashed into buckets, brooms, and even breaking a flimsy shelf. "Erugh!" She grunted from the impact with everything clattered to the floor or on top of Blake who found herself planted on her shoulders, feet stuck elevated on the wall.

"D-dammit." She cursed under her breath as she shifted, sending more clattering objects about. It was burdensome to move as her legs flopped down the ground finally. She turned and frustratingly shoved aside some of the clutter around her as she tried turning over to sit upright in the mess.

[SuckerPunch]

Mina nearly staggered backwards and fell onto her butt as she released Blake into the utility closet like a human wrecking ball. She couldn't help but wince as the woman's body shattered the door. "Oof. That couldn't have felt good." She said grinning as she gripped her own bicep.

"You alright in there rookie?" She asked with faux-concern as she approached the closet. She whistled as she observed the damage. A shelf had been broken and scattered all sorts of items around Blake. She sorted through them with the toe of her boot as Blake righted herself into a sitting position.

"Hmmm. Oh my... What's this?" She asked as her right hand shot out to cruelly take hold of Blake's hair. Her fingers curling and bunching up as much of it as she could fit in a single handful. She gave the girl's head a jerk, forcing her to focus on the object that caught Mina's attention. A hammer? Mina's right hand shot towards it... But it wasn't the hammer that she grabbed. Instead it was an orange extension cord.

"I warned you about what was going to happen when I got my hands on you, didn't I?" She forced the words through a wickedly violent grin as the hand that held the extension cord sought to make a speedy orbit about Blake's neck. Another loop would be made. And if Blake didn't intervene, she'd find her neck in a rather compromising position! Entangled by the extension cord!

Mina released Blake's hair, no longer needing it to control her head, and instead attempted to drag her out of the close by the noose about her neck! "Come on kitten, we've got a match to finish!"

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Blake had managed to flop over onto her back slightly quelling her spinning head. She lay there a moment, letting her senses creep back to full strength which gave her opponent the time she needed to strut right up to the threshold of that closet. Blake sat up, a hand nursing the back of her head where she took a harder impact from the throw. Through her pained wince, she managed to turn a glare up at her opponent who appeared to be casually looking down on her.

It was a putdown that was definitely noticed by the catlike fighter but she was far to slow to try and pay that line back. A cruel hand tangled its fingers into Blake's dark hair. Her nursing hand flicked upward with a weak attempt at swatting her opponent away. "Hands off!" She managed to protest before being swiftly yanked. A pained cry escaped Blake's lips as she forced in one direction and at first the rookie hadn't realized why. Her mind wandered to thinking about just how casually Mina was exerting her control here even forgetting for a moment they were in a wrestling match. Although to be fair, a closet wasn't much of a wrestling arena as it was a...

Blake's eyes widened as her thoughts cut off outside of the glaring hammer that lay within reach. Mina's words were enough for her passive focus to realize the danger and immediately the rookie reached out to do anything to prevent that hammer from being acquired. She was in this for the sport, among other things, and not looking to get seriously maimed!

That all-in move to go for the hammer left Blake extremely vulnerable as Mina's surprise with the extension cord had managed the feat of entangling her neck twice with it before the rookie even had time to recoil from the fake-out!

Twice looped and locked, Blake's hands were two late as her fingers ran along the cord around her neck. "Wai-aauch!" Blake's plea was cut off with pull on her leash that choked off any semblance of a word. Now she was being dragged along her backside with her frantically flailing from left to right as Mina promised a match to finish!