Vin wasn't in a good place right now. The world was still spinning after that butterfly piledriver, and his body felt too light and sluggish.
Lying on his back, his chest rising and falling, arms and legs spread wide as a wild girl lay on his abdomen, Vin didn't seem capable of recovering anytime soon. However, she would recognise a 3 count anywhere! And reflexively, she would deliver a leg kick to shatter her opponent's illusions.
Usually, it's the other way around! She's not usually the one on the bottom with another woman on top of her. Or at least that's how it used to be. Things haven't been going very well for her since she started at Law... And that idea gnawed at her and hurt her for some reason.
"
... Bah!" The brunette snorted as she struggled to get off the canvas. Barely getting up on her hands and knees.
Perhaps that idea hurt her more because Speranza and she had the same style... and also because she was American.
Vin tried to crawl towards the ropes, but the queen of bruisers fell on top of her, landing a couple of good strikes. The first one did hurt, turning Vin's head and eliciting an audible groan, but from the audience, not Vin. The second impact was blocked by the British fighter's forearms, but it still hurt. The American rose above her, while Vin positioned herself on one knee as best she could, just regaining your senses. Speranza was ready to take another blow, this time a kick. But the British fighter caught that blow with her arm.
"
... You don't get tired, do you?" She said, hardened tone.
She wouldn't expect anything less! Vin spun around, hooking Speranza's thigh with her other arm, forcing her to spin in the air with a Dragon Screw!
"
Don't push me, I'm not finished yet!"