Vanessa Jones vs. Muriel Spencer - School's Out for Summer

[BlackAkuma]

Muriel had to say, while she wasn’t exactly expecting pleasant words to come from an opponent who looked like, well…this, even she was taken aback by the foulness that came spewing from Vanessa’s mouth. Already, the woman seemed incensed by this match, and she wasn’t like to grow more mature as these proceedings went on. Muriel suspected this would be one of her more vulgar matches, no small statement from someone who had shared a ring with Candy Cane and Aisha.

Her foe was only waylaid for a moment before she once again came, leading the way with stiff strikes and driving her back. This was only a front, however, and the woman quickly tackled her to the floor, scrambling to mount her.

By the time Muriel knew what she was doing, it was too late - her foe snagged her leg and caught her in a tight kneebar, exerting a good deal of pressure to the sensitive ligament. Muriel cried out and tried to pull away, but the woman’s hold was surprisingly secure, and it would take no small amount of effort to loose her.

[LawHell]

Vanessa had gotten to Muriel, locking the kneebar in with a grin and a sinister laugh as she kept working it before running her wet tougne on a part of Muriel's exposed sole, seeming to enjoy it a bit too much. "Haha, you taste better than what I expected, aww, is this hurting baby?" She would ask, too busy toying with the ex-teacher on the mats for a few more moments.

Though she was too busy enjoying the moment and taking some liberties with Muriel to notice the hold slipping before she realized and could recover it, Muriel's leg had gotten free from Vanessa's grasp, the moment it was lost she would try move backwards a bit to make some space with them both though thats if Muriel did not push the attack, as the student was not fully ready to defend herself, she had hope to be able to get up and ready again.

If Vanessa had time to recover, she would try to get up before aiming to pull Muriel back to the mat to try to continue the grapple, though she was now reckless, as she was now feeling she had the advantage over the ex-teacher, trying to push her luck, meaning she was not careful with her defense, leaving gaps wide open.

[BlackAkuma]

Muriel hissed as Vanessa applied the kneebar with an alarming amount of force, twisting the hold and sending a white-hot bolt of pain through her leg. She had to say, she was surprised the woman would opt for such a technical move, but perhaps she was projecting too much of Ms. Welsh onto her current foe. Her student rarely used a submission move more complicated than a Boston Crab, but Vanessa seemed to have some better training in that area. Shame on her for judging a book by its cover.

Said book was giving her quite the thumping. Muriel was seething with pain by the time she managed to get her leg free, and while it was far from broken, she knew this pain would not be leaving her anytime. It was slow getting up, and she had not fully risen by the time Vanessa came her way, leaving her precious little in the way of options.

Instead of rising fully, she threw herself to the side as Vanessa came in for a grapple, giving her nothing at all to latch on to. She shot out her leg, scissored her foe’s calf with her ankles, and twisted hard to the side, trying to trip her up with a drop toehold.

[LawHell]

The pair were really now getting into the a level of grit as the fighting continued between them so far it been somewhat a fair exchange of back and forth with them both Muriel wisdom shining through though over the impulsive nature of Vanessa at this point the sweat starting to build on the student a bit as they continued there brutal dance though at this moment in time she was feeling so alive and purely enjoying the fight regardless of the pain and the outside view she had put on.

As Vanessa closed the gap, she felt she was now going to get the upper hand upon the ex-teacher, fate, though, had other plans as she made a costly miss to grab onto Muriel and return felt the woman slam into the side of her before she would feel the pressure of her latching onto her only to be soon pulled to the ground with her calf scissored between the ankles of the woman along with the twisting motions she felt slamming her face first to the mat.

Muriel now ensnared Vanessa, and she knew this could turn bad fast, as this happened to be a great place for Muriel to push a complex lock-up if she acted fast. With this in mind, Vanessa was trying to crawl free, a move that was costly and left her partly exposed to an attack. However, as she did try to get away, she tried to kick and push the teacher off her, even throw a few jabs, but her freedom would be based on a combo of luck and skill at this point, with only time telling if she had indeed gotten free and recovered back to her feet.

[BlackAkuma]

Muriel would give Vanessa credit for this much - the woman was tireless. It felt like there hadn't been any real let-up since the match started, with her opponent laying on one attack after another, pushing herself harder with each attack. For somone she had never met, the woman had a lot of animosity towards her, and Muriel doubted it was merely the teacher-student dynamic at play.

Thankfully, Muriel knew how to redirect that energy. She was able to turn Vanessa’s attack against her with the drop toehold, making her deposit all of that momentum on the floor, and it presented her with a wonderful opportunity to capitalize.

Vanessa seemed to realize it, too, hence her hurry to defend. As Muriel moved in, she was greeted by a flurry of fists, her opponent desperate to keep her away and buy time. A ploy that would likely succeed, unless she took a drastic measure.

Throwing caution to the wind, Muriel moved forward instead of away and launched herself at her foe, attempting to drive her knee into the woman’s sternum with her full bodyweight behind the move.

[LawHell]

Vanessa would try all she could to keep herself in a good position in a bad situation, but unfortunately for her, this seemed not to be the case. She had put up a hell of a defense, but no matter how hard she tried and continued to try, the old woman's experience outplayed the young, brash student.

Without warning, the pain in her chest exploded as she would now have a knee there with a heavy weight behind it. She now worked to try to push off Muriel, but she was struggling hard as she was wide open for a continued attack by her opponent. At this point, though, this did not stop her still trying to get out and free, but with a high cost that would be for sure. "GAHHH" She would cry out in the moment that would still have her partly winded from the risky move.

Vanessa was in trouble right now as she would still continue to try to get free from under the teacher, but she would have to get lucky. If she had gotten free, she would make some space between them both so she could recover.

[BlackAkuma]

Muriel’s technique was sloppy, there were likely a dozen things she could’ve done to make this knee drop better. As stated before, she was no brawler, and executing a move like this was certainly not her bailiwick.

But it worked. Far better than she would’ve expected, honestly, as it knocked the wind out of Ms. Jones and sent her into a full retreat, desperate to make space between them. A wise course of action, all things considered, and Muriel would’ve sorely loved to close that distance to catch her. But, just now, a better idea was occurring.

Muriel stood and made her way over to the closest desk, instead. She popped it open and found, of all things, a leather whip coiled neatly inside. Long, thick, braided. Solid leather. Not the cheap kind one would find in so many sex shops for couples experimenting over the weekend, no. This was the kind professional dominatrixes used.

Muriel would know. She had a couple just like it at home.

She brought it out and turned her attention back to Ms. Jones. With the whip at her side, she made her way after the woman with commanding steps. ”Going somewhere?

The authority was thick in her voice, and she reinforced it with action, as she lashed out with the whip and tried to strike Ms. Jones clean on the chest.

[LawHell]

The student was too busy backing up and trying to recover, soon using a desk to brace herself, and soon pulling herself up to her feet, breathing hard and was not ready for what was about to happen next as she stood there looking at Muriel, her eyes going wide for a split second that soon changed with a crack and a delay wriped its self into blut reminder of the pain a sream came out from her as she dropped to a knee.

She was breathing hard, trying to come to mind what was happening in the moment she looked towards the ex-teacher. Her eyes narrowed as she would soon get angry, looking like she could spit venom at this point, as she pushed to get back up from the floor and tried to charge the woman before she would get another shot at her with the whip upon her.

Vanessa would try to close the ground, going for a bull dog tackle to try to slam Muriel off her feet, but that's only if she got lucky at this point, because if she did not, she was moving quickly and wide open for another attack. Though one thing was sure: the mark upon her was taking shape, stinging gravely and only fueling her anger. "Which! I will kill you for that!" She would snarl towards her.

[BlackAkuma]

Ah. This was more like it.

In her private sessions, Muriel had often asked her partners to wear similar garb to Vanessa’s. It always helped her get into a more dominating mood, for whatever reason. There was something about dominating a young, tender school that never failed to drive Muriel wild.

Such was the case, here. As the whip connected with Ms. Jones’ skin, she felt an electric thrill up her spine, an intensity that she craved so much more of. But Vanessa was no mere submissive. She was perfectly capable and willing to fight back, and sure enough, she came charging in with a fresh head of steam.

That rage made her predictable, however. As she charged in, Muriel deftly dodged to the side, letting the woman storm pass her as she made her way to the side. She lashed out again, this time lashing Ms. Jones across that admittedly pleasing backside of hers. That was sure to elicit even more vulgar reactions, but that was all well and good. Keeping Ms. Jones angered suited her needs.