Mina Piper vs. Jeanne Le Pen

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Mina might have regretted not training with the few cowgirls in this promotion as she found unable to shake her smaller opponent away. Now the matador was able to strike with their blades or was that a different sort of violent sport involving bulls? While the pinkette was somewhat intimidated, her passenger just came off as an aggressive predator that was only seeking the kill no matter the impediment. Although she had to realise her decided persona came with even more unrestrained violence.

Despite shedding no blood, she felt her lifeforce leak out the bruised cheeks and almost considered submitting immediately due to not having a straight mindset. Like a wounded animal looking to survive, instincts possessed Mina to finally create distance between the two fighters as well unintentionally striking Jeanne in the jaw with her left horn. As a result, the larger middleweight returned to a standing position but her legs weren't perfectly aligned due to initially leaning before. Still reeling from the claw attack and facing recoil as well from swatting Jeanne away, Mina didn't form a defensive stance only instead tending to her cheek and shoulder.

"Pain...pain....No...please hurt less!" Chanting as if it would heal her wounds, even then more may follow her way. Only now paying attention towards the mummy's movements, Mina's heart jumped as two legs collided into her chest. Losing balance entirely, she collapsed to the mat neckfirst leading to further whining.

[Monsy]

So far, The Restless Maiden had asserted her control over the clownish mortal, who dared make mockeries at Liona! Of course, Jeanne didn’t mind. But with the dropkick that sent Mina towards the mat, paid in kind by her opponent's neck, she felt an exhilaration - the essence of competition in earnest. Bodies clashing, fists flying, feet rocketing, and maneuvers executing, topped by their exuberant personalities you’d see in a comical showdown.

She landed on her front, rocketing to her feet with a kick-up, turning to her whining adversary where she stared with black holes for eyes… Then… Crack. Her head twitched, eliciting a slew of pops from her neck like crumbling tinfoil, all to add another over the top layer.

“Hurt…. More?” Liona replied in its growly tone. One arm raised, twisting her ankle to face the opposite direction, finalized by a leap. Twisting, Jeanne did one full spin, her legs bound together as she became parallel with the mat, coming down with a jutted elbow aimed for Mina’s shin!

[SwordSavior1]

Her otherwise cloudy mindset was plagued by Jeanne's thunderstorms. She wasn't intentionally insulting Liona's action, Mina just had an unusual stutter when it came to receiving pain sometimes like a faulty receiver. The same electricity that excited Jeanne was coursing through her veins as well. Fast paced action, each engagement having impact and interactions oozing with charisma. Possibly fitting enough to be a short film.

Due to lying on on her back, she wasn't able to stare into the darkness but Mina's ear picked up the bone cracking just perfectly. Now she must deduce that her opponent is a walking skeleton. "(So she is somehow beating me at my own game...)" Her mind poking at the current situation until a confident smirk was drawn on the pinkette's face. "Ohhh....it is on evildoer!" Declaring an act of war at the ceiling just as she gained enough energy barely.

Fitting for a bloodthirsty villain, Jeanne ascended the air and prepared to cripple Mina while she was lying down seemingly helpless. "No...hurt less!" Wishing to use the Maiden's weapons against her by suddenly rolling across the ring for a dramatic escape. Will Jeanne be slow enough to accidentally hurt herselg?

[Monsy]

An odd chord played in Jeanne’s head. Bemused and confused, the declaration from Mina’s lips beckoned a cocked brow beneath the wrappings. Evildoer? Oh, she means me? Honestly, it was bizarre for even her to hear, perhaps the strongest reaction yet to her beloved Liona persona. So when she twisted into a corkscrew elbow drop, the words ushered by Mina sprung some surprise, even more so when her elbow crashed into the bare canvas. Her upper body weight piled onto her funny bone, forcing Jeanne to bite her tongue, stifling even the faintest hiss. Tipping onto her back, she gawked emptily towards the ceiling, motionless for a second before her knees rolled up towards her chest, and she executed an explosive kick-up! With her feet under her, she folded her arms behind her back, lining up their forearms to rub the sore elbow.

“...Heheh.” A childish giggle.

One step, two-step and then a sidestep, making a dance-like approach to the dramatic Mina. She offered Mina the initiative, who seemed to regain her senses after that well-done escape. It now begs the question, for a supernatural opponent who awaits your strike: What shall Mina do?

[SwordSavior1]

Her psyche and vigour having fully recovered, Mina wasn't going to run around petrified anymore. Referring to Jeanne as an evildoer was more related to her noble heroine act (Did ninjas actually say that?), the only true backing to Jeanne fitting that description. Coordinating her body in time, she successfully was able to dodge the corkscrew elbow drop, rolling once to peek at the results. She found herself alarmed by lack of any reaction towards the botched landing. More resemblances to a video game character only taking damage but barely flinching at all, especially making a fast kip up. Not wishing to be run over, Mina continued to twist around the ring until reaching the edge. Grabbing the ropes, she pulled herself back to a stand and gazed at Jeanne from afar

"Hmmmmm...(One hit knockout or endless flurry?)" Her mind trying to calculate the most valid offence.

Having concocted a plan, Mina brought her hands together in an odd formation before side-stepping as if mimicking Jeanne at first. Suddenly the pinkette burst off into another run, but noticeably coiling her leg for a sort of kick. Once she was in striking range of her fellow combatant, Mina spun around in a 360 degree motion but didn't throw a foot, but instead bowed her arms and head. Hoping that her opponent remained confused, she remained crouched before suddenly shooting out her hand for a five finger throat thrust. If this move lands, she would suddenly tilt around and follow with a Savate kick to her stunned opponent, actually delivering on that coiled leg.

[Monsy]

She drank fear like rich wine, embellishing as the match endured. A lighthearted game of psychological warfare, inaugurated between a pop culture ninja and a possessed maiden. Frankly, she’d not understand their declaration. Ninjas are supposed to be quiet, weren’t they? Perhaps she needed to watch more movies but now wasn’t the time. She closed distance but maintained a status quo, leaving a three-foot valley where Jeanne cast her empty-socket stare, awaiting an attack. It seemed nigh when Mina did a full rotation, baiting Jeanne to lean back, a reactionary and would-be clean dodge. Confusion swelled when nothing followed, her hands unfurling, falling to her sides before returning the stare. Right then, like vipers, they struck, catching her throat. She gagged, rearing back before the savate kick dropped her entirely. Pain addled her brain, her face and neck, collapsing onto her like she were a kicked sandbag, landing shoulders first, hips aerial before joining the body. Her arms reached, half bent and grasping at air. Eyes welded shut, unable to see anything past the flashing glare of spotlights, the warmth soothing her limbs, weighing them down and temporarily taking the fight from her. All the while, the Maiden hissed, lowly and with pauses, like if she were groggy.

[SwordSavior1]

Cheesy action flicks, video games and animation served as Mina's main sources for her persona. The apparent idea of ninjas being silent government agents would have bored the imitator and possible watchers to death, but considering who Mina was sleeping with, truth and lies might be muddled. Her deception technique worked wonders as Jeanne took the bait by stepping back, perfectly lined up for the real attack. If she read correctly, this throat thrust would cut the restless maiden to her soul (concentration), setting them up for another fatal blow. The savate kick earned a massive pop from the crowd in which Mina returned with her arms crossed in dynamic fashion.

She then turned to her fallen foe feeling a little remorse for attacking so hard on a little girl, even if she might be aiming to suck her blood for an offering. "You are not going to curse me, my children and my children's children right?" Asking about her own wellbeing while stepping towards Jeanne's fallen body, arching downwards to seize a bound arm and shoulder, yet unable to glimpse the vessel beneath. "We are good right?" Forcibly picking her opponent to a stand before throwing her towards the ropes and crouching down again. Regardless of the response, she tried seizing a lone leg if the lightweight returned, attempting to throw her back for a flapjack.

[Monsy]

Things turned on their head. Baited by a red herring, Mina’s temporary stall and switch cursed Liona with two hard-hitting blows. One to the throat, the other to her forehead. Temporarily unable to breathe, then unable to stand as her legs folded. Flat on the mat, the empty sockets of Liona’s eyes bore deep into the ceiling, then Mina’s eyes. Nothing was uttered in response. Nothing but the low growl as Mina neared, seizing an arm and shoulder, staring deeper into the abyss. Before long, Liona was hauled like a ragdoll, her posture slumping against Mina’s. Her feet carried her, springing from the ropes, doubling her speed. Instinctively, she threw a leg, aimed for Mina’s chest. It ended up caught. Eyes bound wide, hopping on one foot, arms folded behind her back. The lightweight was easily hauled, discarded like waste in Mina’s display of power. Flailing arms and legs smacked against the mat, her chest and face bearing the brunt. Liona bounced, hissing audibly as she folded her arms across her throbbing face, hips positioned up as she kicked with her legs. Was this anger? Agony? It's hard to tell when Liona doesn’t scream. But eventually, the lightweight tried to roll away, going for the ropes to help her retake a solid stance.

[SwordSavior1]

The art of deception went a long way for Mina's offence was left unhindered. Seeing those hollow holes upclose did give her the shivers, but enough to halt any match progression entirely. "I'll take that as a no to my family..." Somehow understanding the low growl as such. She threw Jeanne around like the shorter woman was just a tetherball. "And thank you!" Seizing the extended leg in no time before it could reach her chest. Despite all the hopping, Mina remained firm as she hauled her opponent up into the air rather effortlessly before being brought down for the flapjack.

She turned around to oversee the results and found herself a little satisfied. "(Mmmmmm that felt so tasty...I could use a flapjack right about now)" Licking her lips and obviously Referring to the food, but the pinkette was also starving for more action judging by her suddenly dropping into a crouch. Not losing sight of the fellow fighter, Mina backed up a few feet before pursuing her opponent's by bursting off into yet another short dash. Upon reaching halfway she dropped sideways to form a little cartwheel and then transitioning into a forward roll for an extra boost to her momentum. Upon returning to an upright position, she bounced up into the air, performing a little somersault, hoping she can halt Jeanne's progress of reaching the ropes by giving a senton into the air. However the rolling might lead to slight miscalculation.

[Monsy]

A lingering sting encompassed Liona’s entire front, disorienting her whole restless being. One arm folded across her chest, and her knees shuffled beneath her while one arm propped her up. Wounded, the ropes became her salvation. Thus, she crawled at half a meter per second, swaying like a vicious storm. It didn’t take long for Mina to engage her again, performing a cartwheel, then a forward roll and finishing the sequence by executing a senton. Liona peered back before it could end, aware of the looming danger, and acted swiftly. Her left arm gave, tucking across her chest. As she dipped the shoulder, she tumbled onto her side and rolled. Bandaged feet swung over the apron, touching down at ringside before turning around. Finally, she reached under the bottom rope, seeking to clutch Mina’s ankles and yank her to ringside.

An empty-socket stare shot down before the steel steps called out to her like an itching, her eyes darting left, answering the summon. After a quick dash, she leaped onto the lip of the steps. Crouched, legs primed, a gasket ready to explode, meeting the gaze of an audience member before she jumped, her back arching as her body soared. She turned hundred and eighty degrees, her front now descending onto Mina’s stomach, seeking to crush her with all of Liona’s weight.