Minerva Larson vs. Blossom Fields - Of Human Bondage

Up, up, up Minerva went...until Blossom couldn’t get her up anymore.

She was strong, but not strong enough to lift someone like Minerva, someone who was substantially bigger than her and had a far amount of weight to throw around. When she put her foot down and anchored herself to the mat, Blossom’s attempt was killed straight away. Nothing doing to it.

Time to change up.

Instead of lifting, Blossom started pushing. She dug her heels in deep and pushed Minerva towards the nearest turnbuckle, hoping to ram her chest into it.

Minerva felt a huge wave of relief wash over her when Blossom tried and failed to hoist her up into the air again. Getting thrown through the air once by this little brat was embarrassing enough as it was. If she’d managed it again? ...Well, she’s glad that wasn’t something she’d need to worry about now.

But that didn’t mean she was completely out of the woods either. And suddenly she found herself being rushed forward until her torso smacked up against the thinly padded turnbuckles in the corner.

“Ngh!” she grunted at the impact, but immediately reached her arms out to cling to the top ropes. Ordinarily giving your back to your foe was an unwise move. But in this case it meant anchoring herself in place even more securely. Blossom may have trapped her in the corner, but Minerva was determined to stop the smaller girl’s plans in her tracks right then and there.

Blossom had always liked to look at her size as an advantage, not something that held her back. It was a way she could hide her power, surprise people that thought she was some frail little pixie with her powerful muscles.

It was those same powerful muscles that bulged now, rippling along her legs as she drove Minerva to the turnbuckle with all the strength she could muster. The idea, in her head at least, was to stun the dominant Dane long enough for her to slam her with a suplex. Maybe the tiger suplex, because she was feeling a little nasty.

What happened in reality was just a wee bit different, though. Here, the first part of her plan worked. She drove Minerva into the turnbuckle just fine, but when she tried to yank back for the suplex, her opponent’s body wouldn’t move. This resulted in Blossom’s grip slipping and driving her to the floor with enough force to send her rolling.

She popped off her shoulders and got to her feet, so at least she wasn’t flat on her back...but that was about the only good thing she could stay. The sudden switch was throwing her, and she was left flailing her arms, madly trying to regain her lost balance.

Minerva always found her instincts to be quite reliable. Granted, they might have led her to misjudge the amount of brute strength contained in Blossom’s little body. But any and all miscalculations she’d made before were being made up for now. Sure enough, right after Minerva struck up against the turnbuckles, her foe tried to hoist her up once again. Had the resourceful Dane not have clung to the ropes, she’d be taking another painful tour of Suplex City, courtesy of a woman half her size.

But Minerva managed to avoid that embarrassment. And instead Blossom’s failed suplex attempt backfired and sent her rolling back out toward the middle of the ring. The moment those arms of hers left Minerva’s waist, she whipped around to face Blossom with the fires of hell burning intensely in her eyes.

No one tossed Minerva Larsen around like a rag doll and got away with it. Least of all someone she was intending to make her newest servant. Looking to start paying Blossom back immediately for the damage she’d done so far, Minerva bolted out of the corner as quick as she possibly could, and attempted to throw the soles of both boots straight into the girl’s chest with a massive running dropkick!

Blossom got hit with a cannonball

At least, that was what it felt like when Minerva came crashing into her with that running dropkick. One of the biggest problems with her lack of size was her lack of weight. While she was densely packed and weighed more than she looked, it still wasn’t that much. It didn’t take much to launch her off her feet, and well, this was no exception

Blossom didn’t just go flying, she careened across the ring, her arms and legs flailing all the way. She very well might have flown straight out of the ring, if not for the turnbuckle stopping her flight. Instead, she hit it hard with her back and wound up dropping down right on her butt, sitting there. She rapidly shook her head, trying to deal with the after-effects of the shocking crash.

Minerva panted as she picked herself up. Not necessarily out of fatigue, though she was still feeling the effects of Blossom’s suplex and the great efforts it took to prevent that from happening again. But in that single dropkick Minerva had vented a good chunk of rage on the smaller woman.

Unfortunately for her, it wasn’t quite all gone yet.

Marching right over to Blossom, Minerva raised a boot and roughly planted the sole right against the girl’s throat and pressed down to start choking her. “You insignificant little runt!” she barked down at her foe. “You must feel so proud of yourself, don’t you? Well I’m going to crush every ounce of that pride right under my heel!”

The referee was not going to appreciate any of this in the slightest. But Minerva knew she had time to work with. She wasn’t going to get herself disqualified, especially not when the chance to walk out of here with a new servant was at stake. But she was going to take advantage of the next few precious seconds and enjoy choking the poor girl beneath her foot.

Okay, that sucked, but Blossom liked to think on the positive side in things. Sure, she’d been hammered by that dropkick. She didn’t even know Minerva could do a dropkick, seemed like the sort of thing that she’d think was beneath her, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Regardless, she was down, but she was in the corner. Minerva could only attack her so much. Right?

It was a nice thought, but as Minerva came stalking her way, she got the distinct feeling there’d be no reprieve here.

She started to push up, but she’d only just begun when Minerva’s boot came up and put that idea to rest, crushing her throat against the turnbuckle. Blossom’s hands immediately came up to push it off, but the Dane had all the leverage. She wasn’t getting her off. Period.

Still, though, Minerva was clearly ticked off. Maybe Blossom could use that?

”Your foot-” Blossom struggled to get a few words out between chokes. ”Your foot’s big, but not that big…”

This was either a good idea or a very, very bad one.