Seraphina Kane vs. Blossom Fields - Girls Just Want To Have Fun

[BlackAkuma]

Blossom was done - she could barely stand, couldn't fight, could hardly even stay awake. It was a small miracle that she could even stand when Seraphina pulled away from her, leaving her to choke and sputter against the ropes, barely able to suck in the air she needed. She was out on her feet. Finished.

But, apparently, that wasn’t good enough for Seraphina, because the woman felt the need to put an exclamation point on the whole thing. Blossom had just begun to stumble out the corner when the woman brought her foot about for a hellish, heelish kick, crashing her square on the cheek. Blossom’s body whipped back at the impact, only for her to tumble forward and plop hard on the mat, utterly spent.

She was only vaguely aware of the foot on her chest, and there wasn’t anything she could do as the referee’s hand came one final time.

”3…!”

[Bare]

There it was. Three counts and it was all done. Cleo had won with more effort than what should be required, but Seraphina would admit it did speak to Blossom's ability... and her potential.

Removing her foot from the girl's body Seraphina tilted her head in curiosity. Annoying positivity aside it was rare to find a lightweight with as much raw power as this one, and with a respect for technical ability as well. With some training and molding... she could be an asset. Wicked grin coming over her face Sera would turn towards the corner where she had dropped her entrance cloak, digging through it for a moment before protruding a black card.

It was a simple business card with her name, email and phone number on it in fancy pink font. With said card in hand Seraphina would strut back to where Blossom was, shoving a worried ref aside as she dropped down and slid the card under one of Blossoms's shoulder straps to insure she knew it was there before promptly turning and exiting the ring, content with her victory as she headed backstage.