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

Alex heard what Mint muttered as she shook on the ground, however, he made it seem as if he hadn't heard all of it what she said...even though they were two words. Such behavior was to further humiliate her in front of the crowd. "Haha...What did you say? You can't what? What can't you do? Win? Why don't you do yourself a favor.....and....." He paused for a moment and lifted the chair up over her back before slamming down on her spine was more, his only inclination of stopping was to cause her pain. "....Why don't you do yourself a favor admit that to everyone here...." He chuckled as he backtracked and repeated his thought.

Motioning the ref, he ordered the girl to grab him a mic. Taking the mic in one hand and hauling the beaten girl up off her feet with the other, he pointed the Mic towards Mint's lips. "Go on.....tell them bitch....." He goaded her on.

"I-I.. C-CAAAAHH!!" Mint screeched as her explanation was abruptly cut off again by yet another agonizing chair shot to the spine, sending her into a miniature fit as she desperately tried to reach back with one arm to massage the incredibly strained area. Eyes widening when Alex suggested she should speak to everyone here Mint quickly crawled about a step away until she was carelessly lifted to her feet once more, having the microphone aggressively shoved in her face for her to explain herself.

"I-I.. C-Cant.. W-Win.." Mint slowly whimpered into the microphone, understanding that if she just did what Alex asked her to then she would get out of this terrible situation a lot faster. Hopefully now that she admitted this fact he would have no more reason to keep hitting her, that was the best possible outcome for her at this point.

A long wave of boos towards the cat-girl followed her admission of apparent submission. The volume got to a high-point as the audience started to throw their food towards the girl, unbiased of who was hit by it. Alex had to withdraw the girl from the firestrom of her own submission of defeat, after be nailed in the back with a soda drink. "Grrrrrr....."

Feeling uncomfortable with the stickiness, the Russian whirled girl back into the foundation of the ring. The steel chair came forth soon after, plunging into the girl's exposed stomach. "Hrrrr....I was thinking about letting you go little girl....although I didn't think your words would have food thrown at me..." He started as he tossed the chair down to the ground. Bending over, he gripped the girl's hair and brought her back to her feet. "But now you are going to have to pay for that..." He grumbled before lifted her straight up in the air. Holding her above his head for a moment, Alex quickly shifted her towards the left in an attempt to smash her, back first, against steel chair he had thrown on the ground.

Although the booing certainly damaged her self-confidence by quite a considerable amount, in the long run Mint knew she had made the right decision. The last thing she wanted to do right now was piss Alex off, and if she just did what he said then he would probably let her go, in fact now she had told everyone that she couldn't win, there was no doubt the towering Russian would let her leave, right?

Wrong. After Mint saw Alex get nailed by that soda she knew that he was even more enraged, and her heart sunk because of it. "B-But Waaaaah!!" She exclaimed fearfully while being carelessly flung into the foundation of the ring, her pained cries not getting a moments rest as the chair was rammed straight into her stomach once again. "AHAAAHH!!" Mint managed to screech before her screaming died out, her vocal cords having difficulty constantly making these incredibly loud cries of agony. "P-Pl.. P-Plea.." She whimpered quietly whilst being lifted overhead before any and all movement and speech was cut off by the devastating chair slam, in turn leaving the destroyed Mint barely conscious.

The sheer violence of the slam had reduced the chair to an unusable piece of scrap. "Ohh....." The Russian glared down in a bit of dissatisfaction. "Alright then....whats next..." Alex said next, not even skipping a beat. That soda thrown at him seemed to nullify any chance the girl had of ending the match right then. Walking over to her, Alex peeled Mint from the chair and forced her back into the ring. He could tell he had nearly knocked her out with that last hold. He would have to be careful from now on....since it would seem like any slam would risk taking consciousness away from her.

Alex gripped the poor girl by the hair and hauled her to her feet. Pushing her back against the ropes, he spread out one of her arms and entangled it between the bottom and tops ropes by twisting them together. He did the same to her other arm until the ropes would hopefully support her weight in the standing position. Alex would wait for her to come to. He wanted Mint to be aware of what he was going to do next.