Blowing Off Steam

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, this was perfect. Wendy had struck gold, here.

While she didn’t have problems beating the shit out of anyone, she much preferred the women who could put up a little bit of a fight - not enough to be a threat, of course, but enough to survive and hang on and not immediately start crying like a little bitch. The ones who curled up like a rolly-polly after a few hits were never much fun, but the ones who had some bite to them, the ones who thought they could fight their way out? Those were the best.

”Yeah, I’m a complete nobody, and I still got the drop on your sorry ass.” She chuckled and folded her arms, looming large over Fumi with a wicked smile as the woman fell for her feint, nearly tripping over a table in the process. ”Question is, what’re you gonna do about it?”

As it turned out, Wendy wouldn’t have to wait too long for that answer. The woman reached back, grabbed a chair, and proceeded to hurl it her way, a move that might’ve dropped her flat if she hadn't been expecting it. But that was the problem for Fumi: She had.

Instead of dodging the chair, Wendy reached out and caught the damn thing, snagging it clean out of the air. ”Thanks, bitch!” She snickered, took hold of the legs, and charged forward to swing the chair at her victim’s chest, aiming for center mass, looking to drop her flat and get to the real fun with their time together.

[ADarlingDucky]

It was bad enough that Fumi had practically thrown herself against the table behind her when reacting to Wendy's fake charge, giving away just how on edge she was in this situation, but any and all attempts to talk the white haired woman into leaving her alone were swiftly going south. Not only did Wendy give zero fucks about most of what Fumi was saying, but she had a smart ass remark for the fox in response, and now it was Fumi who was left considering what Wendy had just asked her. What exactly was she going to do about it? And that had led the fox to reach behind her, snatch up the nearest chair, and fling it across the room at Wendy, hoping to catch her by surprise and clobber her!

Fumi had even started to take a step forwards to make a break for it when Wendy snatched the chair out of midair, deftly catching it by the legs before brandishing it against the lightweight, Fumi's eyes going wide! She had a split second to react, and just before Wendy could connect with her center mass, her arms raised up and shielded her body, taking the full brunt of the swing, a sickening metallic clang as the chair smashed against her!

"AAGH! FUCK!" The instant reaction came from both the intense pain that shot through her arms, and also from the sheer force that caused her to step backwards once more, this time fully falling backwards over the table! The lightweight flipped over it and came crashing down on the floor, her two limbs feeling like lead as she barely managed to catch herself on her hands and knees. It was clear now that Wendy was out for blood, and the lightweight was going to need something sudden and violent to get herself out!

"Fucking... BITCH!" Fumi's aura of cool had completely snapped, and she suddenly reared up, but as she did, her fingers would hook onto the underside of the table she had just fell over, before flipping it entirely! And as it fell towards Wendy, Fumi would suddenly jump up and launch herself off the edge of it as it hit the ground, a deft maneuver hopefully wild enough to catch Wendy off guard, so that Fumi could leap up and attempt to land her knees directly on her opponent, and if successful, ride her all the way to the ground to land atop her in a nasty drop!

[BlackAkuma]

In Wendy’s experience, there was a fine art to swinging the chair. Yeah, you could just lash out with the thing and do some damage, but it was nothing compared to what you’d accomplish if you worked on your technique. It was all about the stance, the followthrough, and putting your entire body weight into the blow. If you did it right, you could get some pretty hellacious results.

Needless to say, Wendy had more than a bit of practice with this sort of thing, and the results showed. She laid into Fumi with it at full force and got instant results, making the bitch cry out with pain as the impact reverberated all around them, sending her tumbling over the table, ass-over-teakettle. It made for quite a sight, left Wendy wishing she’d bothered to bring out her camera for this. Oh, well, missed opportunity.

”Oh, fuck, that looked like it sucked.” She snorted as she casually strolled after her, taking her time on the hunt. No reason to rush. They had all the time in the world. ”What’s wrong, pipsqueak? Already in over your head?”

To the ‘pipsqueaks’ credit, she wasn’t about to give up and came her way with a counterattack. Wendy hopped back as the table was flipped over in front of her, then looked up just in time see Fumi flying her way in a suicide run. The sheer shock of the moment was enough to take the heavyweight off guard, as a pair of knees slammed into her chest and brought her crashing to the floor with her victim on top. The chair flew from her hands and went clattering away, well out of reach.

The move was enough to knock the wind out of Wendy, but not for too long - she’d only been on the floor for a couple of seconds before she summoned her strength and tried to push Fumi off, trying to make some distance between her and the lightweight.

[ADarlingDucky]

To Wendy's credit, getting hit with a chair and toppling backwards over a table did suck, that much was something that Fumi wouldn't have been able to deny. However, it also pissed the lightweight off like no tomorrow, and so as Fumi rose back up it was with a shrill cry, grabbing hold of the table in front of her and flipping it forwards, forcing Wendy to take a few quick steps back lest she be in the way! However, the real surprise for the southerner would come as Fumi launched herself at the heavyweight, and as she flew through the air, tucked her legs in close to her chest, slamming directly into Wendy and riding her all the way down to the unforgiving floor! The fox's plan had paid off!

Wendy landed hard, and the landing made all the worse by Fumi's knees smashing into her right after she landed once more, hitting the white haired woman square in the chest on the unforgiving floor of the supply room! Fumi's landing was a bit rough as well, but far less painful than Wendy's, and once she was down on top of the white haired woman, a whole new world of possibilities opened up to her!

The main one, however was pushed along when Fumi was given a shove by the heavyweight, Wendy wanting to get her off fast, and Fumi didn't fight it! Instead, she'd roll with the momentum and try to slip off of Wendy's body, and suddenly take off!

"Thanks for the ride bitch!" Fumi almost shook her head after her own insult, as it sounded like something Kate would say instead of her. She'd have to make a mental note to stop letting her friend rub off on her so much. Still, it was fitting here, as Fumi didn't attempt to take a swing at Wendy, or even try to give a parting shot to the woman she had just slammed onto! Instead, she took off for the door, her plan being to simply slam into it, take off into the hallway, and lose the bigger woman in a crowd she couldn't hope to navigate as well as Fumi!

[BlackAkuma]

While it was true that Wendy didn’t want her victims to be 100% passive during a beating, she wasn’t looking for straight up competition out of them - she just wanted enough to keep things interesting, let her draw things out. If they put up too much of a fight, it ceased to be a beating and turned into a real wrestling match, which was her job. At that point, she was essentially just working for free, and fuck that.

So, when Fumi turned herself into a human missile and brought her to the ground, she was less than thrilled with the situation. Even less so when the woman actually tried to turn it into an escape attempt instead of continuing the fight. The smart thing to do, yeah, but irritating.

”-the fuck are you going?” Wendy scrambled up to her feet as Fumi made a run for it, sprinting towards the door at her full speed. Even injured, there was no way she could beat a chick like this in a footrace, but then, that didn't she was totally out of options.

Wendy took a few running steps, then lunged forward, throwing herself towards Fumi to try and close the distance, coming down on her with arms wide open. It didn’t have to be pretty - she just wanted to crash down on her, bring her to the ground, and put an end to her little rebellion.

[ADarlingDucky]

After riding Wendy down to the floor, Fumi found herself in a position where she had to make a decision. With the instigator of this conflict down underneath her, it would likely have been Fumi's want to begin beating the holy hell out of the southerner, and really give her a taste of her own medicine. Fumi's arms were still in a fair deal of pain after all, and that was something she wanted to pay back! On the other hand, she wasn't sure how long she could keep Wendy down, even while wailing on her, and the far safer option was to hightail it towards the door and slip away into the crowd, and leave Wendy without an actual catch. And given that option was far less likely to blow up in her face, she decided to go with it!

Standing up off of Wendy with the assistance of her shove, Fumi turned and shot towards the door, leaving the white haired woman in her wake, though she wouldn't stay down on the floor for very long! Wendy's angry hiss was the signal that she had become wise to the fact that Fumi had no intention of attempting to further strike her, and the fox put her all into reaching the door before she could be caught! And right as her hand was reaching out for the handle...

"Waaahhgghh!" What started out as a yelp as a sudden weight wrapped around her waist and slowed her pace to a crawl soon turned into a cry of pain as Fumi was brought down in something that could basically be described as a football tackle! Fumi once more hit the floor, landing with a thud on her front as Wendy landed atop her, pinning her down as Fumi tried to wriggle herself free!

"Rrrggh... get off!" The lightweight couldn't help but hide the slight desperation in her voice, knowing that she likely would have to fight a brutal fight to get another shot like this one, not willing to let it go! And so she'd attempt to twist her upper body and throw an elbow behind her, trying to hit Wendy and knock her off, lest her best hope at escaping this be dashed!

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy had a long list of skills and abilities, more than most people would ever give her credit for. But speed? No, that was never her thing. She could move good fast over short distances, but that was about it, and she had crap stamina for this sort of thing. So, bottom line? If Fumi managed to get out that door, she was free and clear. There was no way Wendy could catch the little scamp before she got out into the public.

Thankfully, Wendy’s gambit paid off, and she was able to use her body as a projectile, coming down hard on the smaller woman and pinning her to the floor. To her credit, Fumi put off quite a struggle, thrashing about underneath her and doing her best to escape, but there was never really any doubt on how this was going to go - the size disparity was just too great. She was Wendy’s toy, and she wasn’t going anywhere that the bigger woman didn’t want her to.

”Oh, I’m gonna.” She chuckle as she continued to wrestle her prey down, tiring her out. ”But let’s not get ahead-”

Wendy was just about to move in for some intimate contact, when she interrupted by a swift strike on the nose, as Fumi swung about and hit her square with an elbow. It wasn’t enough to knock her off, not even close, but it sent a bolt of pain through her skull, a white hot blast that left her raging. It seemed the little girl needed some discipline.

”That’s the way you want to play, huh?” She reached over, grabbing Fumi’s head with both hands, and proceeded to ram her face hard into the floor, throwing her bodyweight behind the move for some extra force.

[ADarlingDucky]

The door had been so close. It felt like it was just within reach of her fingers when her entire body had been suddenly weighed down as if she had taken on the weight of an anchor, one that had dragged her down to the floor, now so far from escape! In truth, the simile wasn't totally off base, it was just that her anchor came in the form of one angry southern heavyweight, whom had dragged her down and was now mounted on her back, meaning that Fumi's smaller frame could scarcely even move! She was overcome by desperation, as her best chance at escape seemed to be quickly going down the drain, and that caused the black haired beauty to lash out, twisting and swinging an elbow behind her!

The good news was, the elbow hit home, slamming dead center into Wendy's face with a force that made even Fumi wince. The bad news? It had thoroughly failed at getting Wendy off of her, and she was now likely mad. Really mad.

As if to illustrate this, the woman atop her hissed with a venom that Fumi hadn't heard from her until now, the pain likely forcing a rage out of her that she couldn't control, and unfortunately, there was only one place for her to take her anger out! Fumi winced as she felt two hands grab onto her head, before she was lifted up, and her eyes went wide as Wendy swung her downwards and rammed her face into the floor!

"UUUGH! Uuuuhh..." In an instant, almost all of the fight went out of Fumi, her bell having been rung so thoroughly that her body relaxed underneath Wendy and she simply lay on the floor, a low moan being the only sound she could make! Her entire world shook and buzzed in a highly unpleasant way, and it was clear that her attempt had reached it's conclusion, which was a thorough failure to escape from the clutches of the heavyweight!

[BlackAkuma]

Bam. Done. One good hit was all it took, sometimes.

Credit where it was due: Fumi was far tougher than Wendy would’ve expected, putting up one hell of a fight and giving her a real hassle. However, she was still a lightweight tangling against a heavyweight, not that she had much choice in the matter. Weight classes existed for a reason, and this was a prime example of why. There was just no competition when the size difference was that big.

But, oh well, that was a wild distraction while it lasted. Now, it was time to move on to the really fun part. ”All right, honeybuns.” She leaned forward and gave Fumi a playful pat on the head. ”Let’s get to know each other better.”

As far as Wendy was concerned, that involved her making the most out of her environment, and she was already getting a few creative ideas. This meeting room wasn't made for a fight, but it had tables and it had chairs aplenty. What else did a wrestler really need?

Wendy grabbed Fumi by the ankle and dragged her along the floor, letting her get some rug burn along the way until they were at a plush leather swivel chair at the head of a meeting table. She dipped down, hauled the more petite woman up, and dumped her onto the chair, letting her come down for what looked like a comfy seat. It would get much less comfy, however, when Wendy leaped onto her lap and pinned her there.

”Hey.” Wendy gripped Fumi’s hair, yanked her head back, and gave her a fierce slap across the face. ”You still there?”

[ADarlingDucky]

Fumi tried her hardest not to despair upon missing the door. She was failing, of course, but the fox at least felt like she wasn't completely out of it yet, as she was still able to twist her body and swing an elbow backwards. No, the moment that she really felt like she was out of it was when Wendy took her elbow to the nose, got really pissed off from it, then proceeded to grab the lightweight's head and slam it into the floor, which almost immediately took any of the remaining fight that Fumi had left in her! Now she felt like she was out of it.

Fumi was so stunned from the blow to her head that she didn't offer much of any movement when Wendy got off of her, nothing but a low groan when the white haired woman patted her on her still-swimming head, before grabbing hold of her ankle. Fumi scarcely felt it when she was suddenly dragged along the carpet, a dull pain from the rugburn being the least of her worries, and as soon as she was yanked upright, her vision was forced to clear as she attempted to figure out what was happening. She almost felt comfortable when Wendy sat her down in a nice, plush chair... until the heavyweight suddenly jumped into her lap.

"Uuugh! Nnngh... oouugh..." Fumi let out a low groan, roused for a moment from Wendy landing atop her, but however uncomfortable she was, there was no way out. She honestly might have leaned forwards against the woman seated atop her had she not been roused from her daze by Wendy tilting her head back with a quick tug to her hair, before slapping the taste out of Fumi's mouth with a nasty palm to her cheek!

"AGH! Fuck... what... what do you want?!" On the upside, she was at least awake now, her daze having been smacked right out of her. On the downside, literally everything else about the situation. Fumi didn't bother much to struggle now, her head still hurt like hell, and her arms were still in a fair bit of pain as well, so if she was going to struggle, she'd need to pick her moment again. For now, the only thing she could do was to try and see what the hell Wendy was hoping to gain from this, and to buy herself some time!

Listen lady, I don't know who you are or what I did to you, but I'm serious, you are not gonna like what happens if you keep this up. I'm not bluffing either, you don't know what you're doing!" In all honesty, claiming that it wasn't a bluff really only made it sound like more of a bluff, but it's not like Fumi didn't believe what she was saying. Wendy likely didn't understand the can of worms she had opened by picking on a member of a pack like the one Fumi belonged to, but it wouldn't matter at all if she didn't care... which was looking all too likely at this point!