Mina Takemi vs. Erin Quinn

[Noob]

"Guuuh...haaah...fuck..." Erin huffed as she was left panting. The redhead rested her hands on her knees while she struggled to catch her breath and regain some composure. "I ain't losing... to a pair of tits on legs!" She declared rather indignantly before finally standing herself up straight. Mina had done quite a number on her though and as the brawler took a step forward it was followed by a wince in response to the pain in her stomach.

While she needed a few moments to herself, Erin didn't really want to give Mina too much time to make another move. She had just gotten a close view of what could happen if the doctor was left unchecked. Instead Erin was eager to go back on the offensive. And so as soon as she was able to she would rush Mina, extending her arm and aiming a sudden clothesline right at her opponent. She was hoping to knock the doctor right off of her feet.

[SuckerPunch]

"Jealousy is an ugly emotion Ms. Quinn." She chided Erin as she continued to worry at her foot. She still couldn't believe that she'd stomped on her foot... And that she'd gotten so lost that she'd been vulnerable enough to let it happen. "It suits you." She spat in conclusion before putting her fists up and entering a fighting pose.

Erin wasn't interested in waiting for Mina to get her wits back about her and immediately rushed her with a clothesline. The Irish Lariat caught Mina straight across her breasts. They mushroomed around her opponent's arm as she impacted Mina's chest. Her eyes went wide in a scream as her tits were agonizingly smashed. She was thrown to the ground, a combination of the pain and the strength of the lariat. Her hands went to the back of her head to protect it from bouncing off the mat, but did nothing for her back or battered bust.

"Unh..." She whimpered from the gorund... If Erin had meant to unseat her... Mission accomplished.

[Noob]

Erin had barreled right past Mina, knocking the woman right to the ground with a loud thud. "Fuck off!" She shouted back at her opponent. She would have thought of something more clever to say but Erin figured her actions were about to speak much louder than her words could. The redhead wouldn't stop moving, not that she would have been able to anyway, and would head right towards the opposite ropes. She turned to lean back into them before rebounding right towards Mina.

As soon as she was close enough Erin hopped up and would try to drop her leg right across her opponent's chest. That would be Mina's swift punishment for calling Erin ugly. "Aaaand eat shit~" The brawler called out in the air. She had a feeling that would keep Mina quiet for a bit if it landed. If Mina still had some snark left in her though then Erin would be more than happy to try and beat it out of her.

[SuckerPunch]

The world was spinning. A result of her unfortunate collision with Erin's lariat! Her mouth hung open as she drew in deep, labored breaths. Her eyes fluttered as she clung to the edge of her senses. She'd been rocked.

Unfortunately, Erin wasn't going to be content with simply knocking the Ring Therapist to the mat and depriving her of a few brain cells. She was already back on the move. She spat indignities as if she was fueled by profanity and Mina could only groan in response. Erin took to the air and descended heavily upon the busty brunette with a meaty thud!

Her leg crashed heavily upon Mina's already tortured tits forced the air from her lungs in a scream! "HAAHN~!" The supple flesh of her bosom surrendered to the weight of the leg drop, forcing her lower half to jack-knife and come crashing down. Her breasts threatened to escape from her attire as they were mushroomed beneath Erin's weight and forced against her own rib cage.

Her feet kicked at the mat in agony, but beyond that, she was subdued! Senseless and breathless beneath Erin Quinn.

[Noob]

After a burst of offense, Erin found herself back on top. She quickly sat up and pushed herself up to her knees. "Heh. Bet ya weren't expecting that." The redhead taunted. She was always happy to deliver a much needed beatdown when she could. Hoping to keep Mina down Erin would crawl atop the woman and straddle her opponent's waist. "Come on. You're not done yet are ya?" She asked before landing two light jabs to Mina's stomach. She didn't really have any purpose to the hits other than buying some time to think up a follow up.

Finally Erin had a plan. She had already expended quite a bit of stamina trying to deal with Mina so far so the big and flashy option wasn't going to be on the table until she had some time to rest up a bit. With that in mind Erin decided on a rather simple hold that she figured would still be quite effective. The redhead soon got up off of her opponent and would flip Mina onto her stomach.

With her opponent facing down, Erin reached down to grab their leg and lift slightly. She soon had a firm grip on their foot and for a brief moment paused. "And twist...this way?" She mumbled to herself as she slowly applied an ankle lock and began to increase the pressure.

[SuckerPunch]

Mina was defenseless in her current predicament. Not defeated necessarily, but certainly exposed! Her feet had finally stopped treading the mat as air began to fill her burning lungs once more. Her eyes fluttered as reality came crashing back into her, spreading the veil of pain that Erin had slipped over her senses.

"Gah!" She spat as Erin struck her belly twice. The blows weren't heavy, at least not heavier than normal. But her belly was bruised already. Her abs softened from fatigue and abuse. It amplified Erin's assault as spittle dripped from the corner of Mina's mouth. Her buxom body was easily turned over onto her belly. Her hands trapped under her as she'd moved them to protect her tortured tummy.

From her new posture she turned her head. Her glassy-eyed, she watched Erin lift her foot off the mat. Her body was hefted by just that single boot and gasping she pleaded "W-wait!" Erin didn't. She torqued her ankle, twisting it against it's normal faculties in an ankle lock! This move was especially dangerous, even if it was innocuous. While the grasp was upon the foot, what it truly did was attack the knee. It turned the delicate joint in on itself and threatened to tear ligaments. By comparison the strain on her ankle was... Meager.

Mina's hands immediately shot to her hair as she wailed horribly! Her eyes teared as she screamed in abject suffering! Her other foot kicked in futility backwards. Lashing out at anything it could hit as she sobbed and twisted to try to relieve the strain on the tortured limb. "NOOOOOO! STOP!"

She was certainly awake now...

[Noob]

After grabing Mina's leg, Erin would give it a good twist. While she might not have been an expert when it came to submissions, it wasn't hard to tell that her hold was working. Before long her opponent's screams and pained cries could be heard from quite far away. "Yup...definitely twist that way." The redhead said to herself with a growing smile. Now all she had to do was continue to twist until Mina decided it was too much. Despite the obvious suffering though, Erin didn't get the quick tap out she was hoping for. Instead she had to deal with a few glancing blows as Mina kicked her free foot back at her. Finally one of the kicks smacked Erin square in the chest.

"Nnng damn it. Come ON. Quit kicking and tap before something snaps." Erin yelled, clearly annoyed that she was pushed back a step. She had been forced to loosen her hold on Mina considerably which would give the woman a few moments of relief. That would only last until Erin readjusted her top though to prevent a mid match wardrobe malfunction. As soon as she was able to Erin was back on the offense. This time though she would try to step over her opponent before grabbing both of Mina's legs. Without some quick thinking on Mina's part, the woman would soon find herself with Erin sitting on her back and cranking her legs back.

[SuckerPunch]

Dr. Takemi was practically sobbing as she thrashed about gracelessly! Her free leg desperately seeking contact as her other was torn apart by it's most central joint! Some moves were devastating in the hands of an expert... A heel hook was more so in the hands of a novice. The amount of torque needed for a career risking injury was minimal...

"N-no!" She cried out panicked just before her heel dug into Erin's torso! The blow sent her staggering backwards and freed Mina's damaged leg! She clutched it protectively and rolled back and forth in agony. Her wailing was piteous... And performative. An act to drop Erin's guard or play at her heart strings. Or at the least, taxher psyche.

Beneath the veil of hair and crocodile tears she was seething. Erin was looking down on her. Literally, as she stood above her. She felt her legs once again lifted off the canvas, her tweaked knee forcing a genuine wince and yelp! "Itai!"

However, a crab was not a move meant for a novice. And while her wounded knee limited her escape routes, she still had some fight left in her.

As Erin moved to sit down, momentarily relinquishing her balance, Mina struck! She pushed off the canvas with her forearms and drove her hips down! She whipped her legs straight out, uncurling them and aiming to send Erin hurtling off of her!

"IKUZO!"

[Noob]

Completely buying into Mina's act, Erin had no doubt that she was about to bring a swift end to the match. After all her she had just had her opponent wailing in pain and was about to really bring on the hurt. All she had to do was take a seat on the woman's back and lock in the hold tight. An easy task with what she thought was a thoroughly softened up foe. That however was not going to be the case. As soon as Erin was about to plant her rear on Mina's back, she felt the woman push up and pull away with unexpected force. "Huuuhhh?" The redhead gasped as she was sent stumbling a few steps forward in surprise before finally losing her balance and falling to all fours.

"Dayum. Where the heck did that come from huh?" Erin said while she started to push herself up. Clearly the other wrestler was tougher than Erin had given her credit for. As far as she was concerned though the final result would be the same. The crowd would just get more of a show. Finally Erin pushed herself to her feet and let out a slight huff. She wiped a bit of sweat from her forehead before locking eyes with Mina. "Alrighty then. Guess ya gonna give me more trouble than I thought huh? Don't cry if I punish ya then, kay?" The redhead teased.

[SuckerPunch]

Mina used all of the strength in her body to catapult Erin off of her back. Her movement was explosive and sent Erin stumbling away from her. A mercy. Her knee ached terribly, the result of Erin's heel hook. She pushed herself back to her feet, matching Erin's pace. She'd come to her full posture at precisely the moment Erin did, making for a very clippable scene.

She brought her fists up in a fighting pose and grinned across the ring at her opponent. "The same goes for you. I don't want to have to hear anything about your hospital bills!" She returned Erin's jab. It seemed that Mina, despite the beating she'd been taking, was still full of life. Or at least spirit. Her breasts rose and fell in heavy breaths and it was clear from her stance that something was off. An expert striker would be able to tell with ease that she was favoring her right knee.

In truth. She was quite beaten up. The end was fast approaching for the mature grappler. She wanted to push the pace but found her body exhausted and unresponsive. Exhausting all of that energy in the dramatic reversal of Erin's boston crab was a necessary evil... But it was also just another nail in her coffin.

Or so it would seem...