Mint vs. Alex: Are You Sure You're In the Right Ring?!

The crowd booed out as ref signaled that the cat-girl had submitted. Although, what else could they expect? She was facing a lion! Alex chuckled as he heard the poor girl squeak out her submission. However, even with this, he didn't seem to let up on the hold. Infact, all he did was increase the pressure. "Well...that's too bad..I had so much more hope that you'd be able to give me more....oh well...I'm ok with a screaming rag doll...."

His words at first sounded comforting, perhaps assuming that he was going to let go and end the match. However, the last part of his statement made the thought of him stopping seem non-existent. While he did let Mint go, it was only to switch her into another painful hold. Hoisting her up, the man placed her back over his board and powerful shoulders. Clasping a large hand over her chin while another snaked inbetween her thighs and gripped the inside of one, Alex began to contort Mint around his neck in a agonizing over the shoulder backbreaker; aimed to further work her back while stretching out her abs.

Although Mint was somewhat hurt by the audiences booing she didn't expect anything else. She had submitted ridiculously early and put up next to no fight, truly it would have been more appropriate to have called this event a beat-down rather than a match. But at the very least she would just be able to leave without having to be taken away by a medical team. That's what she believed up until Alex further increased the pressure of the hold which he already had her in.

"Haaaah!" Mint gasped as even more air was forced from her lungs and the already abundant amount of pain was added to. Only now was what Alex had said setting in, he wasn't going to let her go, he was going to do what he wanted with her for however long he wanted, and there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop him. Using whatever energy she could Mint kicked and sporadically threw her hands around, trying to do anything she could to avoid being placed into another one of Alex's holds. "Ahaahaaa!" She screeched as her pitiful struggles were not nearly enough to prevent the hold from being successful. Throwing her arms up into the air she desperately grasped at nothing as if there was something she could grab onto before they abruptly collapsed back down to her sides again.

"Hruaarrghhh!!!" Alex yelled out the moment he felt Mint stop resisting to her plight. The moment she stopped flailing was when the hold become all the more dangerous. The Russian's biceps bludged out to a larger form as pulled down on Mint's inner thigh and neck. Even with all his great strength, Alex shook as he forced the girl to contort even further around his thick neck. It was difficult and took a great amount of strength to pull and hold the strain Alex was forcing Mint's body to endure. His aim: to force the cat-girl's hair to touch her butt.

"Grrrrrr....rrgghh.....Hrrgghhh....." However, as time passed, Alex's body started to show wavering just as he was about to achieve his aim. Feeling as if he was about to loose his grip due to his arm muscles locking up, Alex let up on his grip. However, it wasn't going to be a pleasant trip towards the ground for Mint. Dropping to the a knee, Alex would slam Mint's back over his outstretched knee instead of simply dropping her to the matt. "Hragggh!" Getting back to his feet, he chuckled and stared down at the cat girl. Luckily for her....she would get a moment of reprieve as Alex rested his arms up.

"Eeeeyah!! A-Ahaa! H-Haaaa!" Mint whimpered in a high pitched manner whilst she was being harshly bent like she was some kind of practising contortionist. Mint was relatively flexible of course, but this agonizing hold was pushing her way past her limits, her body simply wasn't supposed to be put through this much pressure. "Hmaaa!! Nuhh.." She continued to express her pain, the volume of her cries gradually decreasing as she began to weakly writhe within Alex's painfully efficient vice grip.

Unable to catch much of a break it wasn't long before Mint found her already injured back being driven into her opponents prepared knee, causing her to release a very brief yet unethically pained scream. Only able to focus on the meteor storm of pain which plagued her so harshly Mint placed one hand on her spine, now beginning to writhe on the unforgiving canvas as the hot tears continued to flow from her eyes in an endless stream. With a bright red face she would eventually try to crawl away, hoping that her merciless aggressor would leave her alone for long enough for her to escape.

Alex spit some saliva that pent up in the time he had waited as he watched Mint writhe on the ground in pain. Turning to the crowd, he could note that some didn't seem as entertained. It snorted a bit, but couldn't blame them. So far, all the match mimicked was a regular domination match. Clicking his teeth together, Alex decided it was time to spice things up.

"Hmmm....while once you get your lazy ass up off the ground....I'll have a chair waiting for you..." He chuckled, words confusing intentions as he bent over and gripped a folded up steel chair up off the ground. Turning towards the crowd and trusting up the weapon into the air, the Russian was meet with a revitalized cheer that the "hardcore" aspect would finally be under way. "Is this what you want!?" Alex bellowed out at the crowd, not paying attention to what Mint might be doing.

Usually Mint was the kind of girl who enjoyed entertaining the crowd, but not today. All she was focusing on and all she wanted to do was escape this arena of agonizing pain, to escape the man who was beating her around so mercilessly. Heavily flinching when all Alex did was speak to her Mint temporarily froze, not wanting him to realise that she was desperately trying to run away.

The very moment the gargantuan Russian turned his attention away from her again Mint would restart her slow crawling, she certainly wasn't moving very quickly, but this was the only chance of escaping she would probably get so at the very least she had to try. Silently praying that Alex doesn't turn back around Mint would start reaching the edge of the ring, intent on sliding out and onto the hard ground below upon arrival. Even if she made it to the outside then she would still be forced to move with a slow crawl, but perhaps if she made it that far then her violent aggressor would decide she wasn't worth it and leave her alone.

Alex would continue to goad on the crowd's cheering, not noticing that his prey was escaping him, albeit very slowly. When the Russian did turn his attention back towards Mint, she was nowhere to be found in the ring. The Russian grumbled to himself, but half expected she would have tried something like this.

Unfortunately, the crowd was very much on his side, as a few to his left caught his attention. They were pointing at the ground near ramp towards the exit. Smirking, Alex followed in hot pursuit. Upon gazing over that side of the ring, he would see where Mint had gotten to; not very far. Taking the top rope, he would hope over it and drop to the ground below. It wouldn't take him but a few steps to make it where she was, a place where it must of took her an agonizing time just to reach given her current state. Creating a large shadow over her like a cloud, chair in hand, Alex towered over her figure. "Andddd...where do you think you are going? You weren't thinking of just leaving without giving the crowd the hardcore match they wanted to see him?" He asked as he titled the steel chair upside down, to where the rim of the top of the chair was point down towards the girl. Alex would then lift and then plunge it down towards the cat-girl's lower back.

Any hopes Mint had of escaping were soon taken away from her as she heard a terribly eerie bang which resonated from behind her, signalling that something very large had just made its swift exit from the ring, and as much as she didn't want to know what it was, she knew that it couldn't have been anything or anyone other, than Alex.

With a gigantic shadow being cast over her like something out of a stereotypical horror film Mint's already slow getaway came to an abrupt pause, she had never felt this terrified in a match before, it was the very definition of awful. The very moment Alex began speaking she suddenly took off, crawling away much faster than she had been previously but still unfortunately moving slow enough for him to catch up with ease. "AHHH!" She screeched as the chair suddenly made painful contact with her lower back, sending a shockwave of pain throughout her entire body. "T-The match is over!! You won!! Leave me alone!!" Mint pleaded whilst moving one hand back to rub her injured spine, not actually expecting Alex to leave her alone any time soon.

The Russian replied to Mint's pleas by grabbing the back of her head and painfully peeling her up off the matt back onto her feet. Tugging upwards slightly on her scalp, forcing the cat girl to her toes, Alex hurled her back towards the barricades.

Gripping both bottom ends of the chair, the Russian held it between the middle of his abs as he stood in front of Mint. "I can agree that I won kitty.....but I can't exactly leave you alone. The match, unlike you say, is still going on....Hardcore...remember? This isn't any old standard match...." At that, he thrusted the top of the chair straight into the middle of the girl's exposed abs, smashing her hard against the steel barricades again. Hoping she would bend over, Alex would then quickly come over to her side, lifted the chair up and smash it down over her back.

"Haahhh!! EHAH!!!" Mint screeched as she was so harshly plucked from the ground and hurtled into one of the rock hard barricades, lazily slouching against it on impact as she desperately attempted to catch her breath and figure out some sort of way out of this seemingly eternal nightmare.

With each terrifying word the gigantic Russian spoke Mint just became more and more visibly upset, this guy was a complete psychopath, and she was trapped in an arena with him for an unknown amount of time. "W-Wait.. WhAAAA!!" She screamed as her reasoning was interrupted by an abrupt and exceedingly painful chair shot to the abdominals, causing her body to temporarily spasm as she bent over, only to be silenced and knocked straight back down to the hard floor with another shot to the back. "I-I.. I-I.. C-Cant.." Mint whimpered to herself quietly, her body unnaturally twitching a few times due to the sheer amount of pain.