A Seat at Teacher's Table ~Miss Spencer vs. Rainbow Mika~

It wasn't just that Mika was doing well. At this point, she had been nearly one-hundred percent dominating the teacher, a fact that was driving Spencer batty. She started to straighten up, trying to shake off the effects of the kick, but she was too slow, and before she knew what was happening, Mika's arm was locked around her neck again, hugging her close. Spencer could feel the warmth from Mika's body as the headlock was tightened up, her face smushed up against the side of her opponent's large, soft breast. A blush began to rise on the teacher's face at the closeness, but it didn't have much time to grow to a deeper shade of red, as Mika's fist sudden came shooting forth, slamming into the teacher's face.

"A..AAGH!" Miss Spencer cried out, again and again, as Mika repeatedly slammed her powerful fist into her face. The busty teacher's eyes rolled back into her head, as she began to go limp in Mika's hold, the repeated punches having a hell of an effect on wearing her down even further than she already was.

Oblivious to how Spencer might have felt so close to her breasts, Mika laid on the punches, her fist slamming home against Spencer five or so times, each one leaving an audible thud for each impact. After the fifth punch, Mika raised her arm to the crowd again. "HERE WE GO!" she shouted, signalling that the next part of her move was under way.

Digging her booted heels into the mat, Mika ran forwards, leaping up to bring Spencer's face slamming down, hard, into the mat with a fierce bulldog. Mika's fans cheered at this successful execution of the Rainbow Warrior's trademark move, though many of Spencer's fans mumured concernedly to one another, hoping the teacher could recover after this.

There wasn't much that the teacher could do at this moment, as Mika suddenly raced forward, pulling Spencer along for the ride. Into the mat the teacher was planted by the bulldog, her body jerked upwards once, before she went facedown on the canvas. She lied there, unmoving, nothing but a quiet groan coming from her lips. She was getting beaten pretty bad, and in the back of her mind she knew she needed to do something to turn this around. She just wasn't sure what yet.

As the two of them crashed down to the mat, Mika backflipped up to her feet, raising one arm to give her trademark V-sign to the crowd. "LET ME HEAR YOU!" she shouted to her fans, who gave a chorus of cheers in encouragement. So far, it seemed that Mika had this match in the bag.

Leaving Spencer groaning on the mat, Mika ran forward to roll out of the ring, running towards the railing to grab at one of the nearby folding tables...

When Mika slid out of the ring, Spencer began to climb up to her feet, in a complete daze as she staggered up to her feet. She looked around, holding a hand to her head as she tried to figure out what was going on...and then she saw Mika outside of the ring, grabbing one of the folding tables. She groaned, knowing that unless she did something, she'd be going through that table soon.

She took a deep breath, the teacher trying to steady herself, then did the only thing she could think to do. She broke out into a jog towards the side of the ring, trying to slide out under the ropes and into the Rainbow Warrior with a baseball slide kick, hoping in desperation that it would find it's mark.

Mika, of course, was completely oblivious to all of this, her attention being devoted to picking up the table. She had expected that Spencer would still be too dazed to fight back after being subjected to her Daydream Headlock, and that she would be able to bring the table into the ring without interference.

Thus, Mika was taken completely by surprise when Spencer's booted feet slammed hard into her back. "Ugh!" she grunted as she was knocked forwards, losing her balance. The table she was holding went plummetting down with her, slamming against the railing in such a way that Mika's forehead smacked into it in turn. "AAH!" the Rainbow Warrior cried as her forehead slammed against the wooden surface the impact sending her sprawling onto her back in a daze, the folded table crashing down on top of her. Mika lay at Spencer's feet, moaning slightly with the table pressed down on top of her.

After her kick slammed into Mika, sending the pigtailed fighter to the ground, the teacher collasped to the ground beside of her, lying on her own back beside the woman. She was tired, damned tired and damned beaten down at this point, and that attack had been fueled by complete desperation on her part.

She lied there on her back, staring up towards the lights with a dull look in her eyes, her busty bosom quickly rising and falling with each labored breath the teacher took. She slowly turned her head to the side to look towards Mika, staring blankly towards her.

"Nn...y...you're not bad, Miss..."

Mika didn't respond at first. Her eyes were closed as she breathed heavily, the table on top of her rising and falling as her chest pressed up underneath it. Groaning a little, she opened one eye, and noted Spencer lying next to her. Or rather, Spencer's blurred outline-- Mika was still very dazed from that hit to her noggin.

"Th...thanks..." she mumbled, before she shook her head a little, trying to get her bearings straight...

Spencer sighed, taking a deep breath, forcing herself to keep moving, to sit back up. Sweat dripped from her body, starting to soak her white blouse as she tried to gather her own bearings, tried to shake out the cobwebs from her head. She looked down at Mika again, and began to rise up to her feet, looking shaky as she got back up.

She leaned down, grabbing the table that covered Mika and pulling it off of her. Knowing she'd need the thing sooner or later, she turned away from the masked warrior, dragging it towards the ring, to slide it under the ropes and into the ring. Then, she turned back slowly to Mika, stepping back towards her warily, wondering just how much damage that had done to her.

Mika vaguely felt the heavy weight on her chest being removed, and took several deep breaths now that she was able to. Groaning, she rolled over, blinking her eyes repeatedly to shake out the blur. Her vision slowly began to swim back into focus, but she was still dazed, and her head still throbbed like a drum.

Slowly, Mika pushed herself up to her hands and knees, trying to get back into the fight...