The Unforgettable Lesson - Blake Vanderbilt vs. Mina Takemi

[3ho]

Backstage Brawl Match
-No Disqualification
-Falls Count Anywhere

All the fanfare of a formal match were set aside for Blake's second match. Maybe it wasn't the best move but she wasn't in the mood for all that spectacle and craved a match that was a little more familiar to her. It was to act as kind of a retreat to her preferred seclusion or so she believed it to be. All those people watching had been daunting and going back to her amateur league experiences felt like a welcomed relief. It was, as far as she was concerned, just her and her opponent. It was better that way, she thought, because it was more about the competition between two athletes.

The league surprisingly stated that they could not provide a private ring but instead offered a solution that almost made this unpalatable. A fight in the backstage of the arena starting in the main loading dock. Concrete everywhere was only broken up by the various strongboxes, pallets of concessions, and a few still vehicles hadn't quite resonated with Blake upon first glance. Yet with the show going on, the muffled roar of the crowd could be heard drawing the attention of everyone, staff included. That made things a little more comfortable for her.

Blake

Blake fiddled with her bow timidly as there was no one really around to put on her character for. Although it wasn't much of a character, just her introversion dialed up to be nearly anti-social. The truth of her was that she was just more comfortable on her own. She liked to believe that she never needed anyone to be happy and for the most part, she feels that's right. There was never really any animosity towards others but life was simpler if people didn't bother her. A bit unfortunate that she ended up in a line of work that revolved around interactions with others and yet...

No, she patted her cheeks and disposed of her train of thought. She wasn't going to get inside her head again before the match. In an attempt to take her mind off thinking, she paced over to look at herself in the side mirror of a van. The idle fidgeting had skewed her bow and it required adjusting. She took a step back and squinted trying to assess how the rest of her looked. Grabbing the hem of her outer top, she peeled it up to her breasts revealing what little of her midriff it had hidden. Again she looked at the mirror trying to see if she could notice any bruises, forgetting that she was waiting for a match.

[SuckerPunch]

At this point in her career, Dr. Mina Takemi had become a mainstay in the mid-card. The Motherweight had become known as something of a gatekeeper for newer members of LAW. A full-bodied bruiser who was eager to teach the rookies what the pinnacle of the wrestling world felt like. Especially if they were pretty young women. And let's face it, in LAW, they almost always were!

She had been booked for a "Backstage Brawl Match". Tonight there would be no fanfare. No entrance music. No flashing lights. And no crowd. It lacked all of the showmanship that the Ring Therapist fed upon. There'd be no cheering fans to celebrate the smothering of her opponent. Or to wince when one of her power moves broke another woman in two. She was very much the opposite of her introverted opponent. The lack of limelight subtracted from her shine and enthusiasm.

Spoiler

Dr. Takemi hadn't even bothered to change into her wrestling attire. What was the point? Noone would see her. Instead, she adorned her every day attire. A breezy green evening gown. It was comfortable and accentuated her curves perfectly. The slip slid down her plump backside and left it -just- barely exposed. The cut in the front of the gown left the cleavage of her heavy breasts exposed, allowing the girls to breathe and move in a way her leotard didn't. Mina was a sultry, middle-aged siren. And her mature looks often led her opponents to overlook her veteran skills and unbelievable strength and her attire was often a major part of that.

She entered the backstage area with a sashaying of her hips. Every dangerous flick causing the front of her gown to slide and reveal just the tiniest glimpse of the tiniest garment that she was wearing underneath it. While she lamented the loss of her adoring fans... It did occur to her that this match would be almost private. She had done some wonderful things with the women of LAW in private. And there she stood. Blake Vander-something. A cameraman was already on standby. This was unmistakably the place.

"Are you about done putting on your make-up? Mama's gonna do a whole lot more to you than just break a nail." She rolled her eyes at the rookie's tense demeanor. "Let's make this quick darling, I've got other appointments to keep." She pomped her hair with her palm, ensuring that her bob-cut remained shapely. She doubted this timid kitten of a girl would put up much of a fight... And on concrete no less. She must have really pissed off the management...

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Blake's attention snapped to the sudden voice chiming in having her turn and tense up like being caught in the act. The biting comment about make-up and the eyerolling of the older woman was not lost on her and she felt her cheeks grow warm from the embarrassment. It was breaking her character majorly but she had really expected that to matter here. Sure there was a cameraman... wait was this other woman in character?

She shot a glance of the other from head to toe, in a quick assessment that determined Mina had to be in character. That outfit was on par with some of the other ridiculous outfits she had seen on the roster. The cloth she was wearing seem to barely keep the imagination guessing, a bit too on par with some other characters here. The reality of that gave Blake pause for only a moment before that tenseness vanished as her posture relaxed and the hint of timidness from her expression was suppressed to a blank, almost bored gaze.

Blake strolled casually to the side, away from the van she was at and putting her on a trajectory to circle around Mina. Yet her path was edging her closer to her opponent on the downlow. "I'd reschedule those other appointments if I were you." She spoke impassively evening throwing in a sigh as she glanced off to the camera man but turned away after the thought occurred to her that she was being filmed. Instead she absently glared back at her opponent. "Instead, I'd worry about this match. This is going to be far from over if you really want to try and hang in there."

It came as suddenly as Blake could make it. She had to lunge the short distance but with a leveled arm at her chest she thrusted it forward in an attempt to bat the other woman with her elbow. Mina was tall and considerably larger so in order to knock her opponent off of her stride, Blake had to put all her weight behind her first attack. If it hit, she'd be looking at impacting right underneath Mina's chest.

[SuckerPunch]

"Cheeky." She remarked with a grin as the shy woman shifted gears. Her blush began to fade, replaced by stoicism. Perhaps Mina's quips had shaken her of her nerves. Or perhaps it was Dr. Takemi's attire. She could feel her consuming her with her eyes. Tracing her curves and seeing what the dress hid and what it didn't. And she couldn't blame her, Mina's body wasn't a snack, it was a whole damn buffet.

"Oh? Should I make some additional space for you? Are you hoping to stay the night?" She ran a thumb over her chin considering the girl. "You are my type. But that attitude tells me you haven't been house broken." She emphasized her words by driving her right fist into her palm. Her knuckles cracked ominously. It was a distinctly unfeminine move. Something that expressed that despite the revealing dress and reality bending curves... She was a fighter.

In the interim, Blake had been closing the distance between them. Circling like some jungle cat. Mina wasn't waiting to intercept her attack however. For as much as she was the veteran here, she was also trained. Trained for the match to start with a bell. It never came. Instead, Blake suddenly stepped into her! The young woman's elbow lashed out and drove directly into her ribs! It blasted the corresponding tit upwards, bouncing bawdily in her revealing dress!

"Ugh!?" It caught her by surprise entirely! The match was no rules. It couldn't have started any other way! Mina's left arm swung in a sloppy looping hook towards Blake's face. It was a reflex. And it lacked technique. Her mind was otherwise occupied with the dull ache in her rib cage as she was forced backwards a few paces. Her right hand rubbed at the place of contact as she winced one eye closed.

"Fine! Bring it kitten!" She growled challengingly despite being off balance.

[3ho]

When Blake found herself focused on a match, she felt rather impervious to any of that distant provocation an opponent might do. That's why there was no response from her when Mina prattled about some fantasy of nighttime activities. Even outside of a match, Blake could easily dismiss those. Instead of even bothering to acknowledge them, she was intent on toppling the busty middleweight.

Blake ducked under that wild, instinctual swing and she darted to that same side of Mina that threw the punch. As she had suspected, the larger woman was probably more of a powerhouse but sluggish, she hadn't even considered the age but that was growing apparent as the other woman moved. Keeping her torso low, she swung her left leg around to try and kick Mina at the back of her knee. The goal was to keep her staggered, slowing her down to always try and stay out of that lady's grasps. If she could, knock her down as many times as possible to slowly exhaust her opponent.

The follow-up to Blake's kick happened as soon as she could get her kicking foot back under her. With herself lowered, she turned slightly and lead with her shoulder in an attempt to ram Mina's left side, testing the strength of Mina's sense of balance especially if she was staggered on only one foot.

[SuckerPunch]

Mina's looping hook was desperate and unfocused. It didn't matter that she was bigger and more powerful than her opponent if she couldn't catch her. And the terrible miss caused her to stagger. It left her completely open to Blake's follow-up kick. Her boot wrapped around the back of her knee and forced the mature wrestler to wince and grit her teeth!

The force caused that same leg to kick forward, leaving her with only a single base planted. Something that Blake took advantage of as she drove her shoulder into her side! The blow sent her immediately earthbound! "Ugh!" She let out a grunt as she crashed bodily into a black shipping trunk that typically housed sound equipment. The back of her head bounced off thick uncaring plastic that made it.

A hand came to the back of her head to nurse the point of contact as her eyes closed tightly in a pained grimace. For the moment the speed of the other competitor had her off balance and grounded!

[3ho]

"Fall." Blake calmly commanded after making impact with Mina and watched as her opponent toppled over and into the awaiting crate that was an added bonus. It had been smooth sailing so far, she thought, and maybe this whole away from the match thing was more for her after all.

The idea that she could make a living off of this was starting to feel a bit warmer as she darted over to the right side of the black trunk where Mina had hit her head. On that side there was a similar trunk although this one had vertical dimensions and on wheels. She pulled it along finding it lighter than she originally suspected but then realized probably all the valuable equipment was likely removed as a precaution for a more messy fight. That worked for her as she wheeled it up to Mina's side. She grabbed the top of the trunk and pulled, looking to topple it just like she had toppled Mina only this was going to fall on Mina. Even without the weight of the equipment inside, it still had some weight and with Blake's strength behind it, it'd likely still do damage.

Stepping away, Blake would cross her arms in utter defiance to the woman who claimed all sorts of pre-match prattle. "For all that talk, you really aren't proving anything. Compensating, much?"

[SuckerPunch]

The match hadn't started precisely the way the Ring Therapist would have liked. In truth, her style often erred more towards the sensually explicit side of hardcore wrestling. Dr. Takemi came from an era that pre-dated loading-bay battles and spots more dangerous than chair shots. And her inexperience in the venue showed almost immediately as she found herself splayed out on the cold concrete!

Blake on the other hand seemed more than adept! She pressed her attack, turning the trunk that had received her into another source of suffering! The black container toppled and crashed into Mina! She cried out as the cold metal that reinforced the top and corners bit into her thighs and breasts! "Ahnnn~"

The container rolled off of her in it's momentum and left Mina to cradle her poor body. She hadn't been struck by fists or feet, but something far more unforgiving and unyielding. She knew instantly that she'd have bruises from where the weight of the box had impacted her most.

And worse. The rookie was taunting her. She grit her teeth and started up to her hands and knees. She was still a little shaky from the opening salvo... But she wasn't just going to take this type of treatment laying down! "Just wait, little girl... Just wait till I get my hands on you!"

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Blake shook her head as she watched the older woman crawl up to her hands and knees before utter a toothless threat. It was typical that such a pompous league lead to such arrogance. At least this was what the rookie was beginning to believe about this league. All that money corrupted and the core of the whole wrestling thing as a friendly competition was lost. Still, there was something to be said about trash talk...

"Oh, is that a threat? Hard to be taken seriously with you on your hands and knees like that." Blake taunted as a slight smirk formed on her lips. It wasn't her usual M.O. but she might make an exception or two besides this was badgering her opponent to fight better... right?

With her patience wearing thin as well as wanting to stay on top of things, Blake stepped over and bent down to try and grab a handful of Mina's hair. With one quick move she'd try to lift her head to allow Blake to run her right into Mina's head before unceremoniously dumping her opponent and continuing to casually stroll by. There look to be some promising equipment over there on the other side of Mina. A little something to keep the pressure on, hopefully.

[SuckerPunch]

Blake had a good point. It was difficult to pose much of a threat while she was still recovering. She was making her way to her full posture when Blake took hold of her precious and precariously pomped hair. She jerked roughly, causing her roots to burn. "Ah~" She let out a soft sound of suffering. But the hair pull was just to position her face for Blake's follow up blow!

Her right hand came in quickly, an attempt to reseat her on her backside. *Smack*! The blow solidly struck flesh. However. It wasn't the target that Blake had intended. Mina's fingers closed around the fist, trapping the girl's hand. She hissed out a less than civilized snarl through her teeth as her fingers bore down on the girl's closed fist, painfully squeezing it in her surprisingly powerful grasp.

"Then maybe you'll pay more attention when you're on yours!" Mina's own right drew back before firing squarely at the center of Blake's face. It was a merciless straight. All power and malice. In the wrestling ring a closed fist was looking down upon. But in a backstage match like this? ...Well she'd break the bitch's nose if she let her!