Siena Blaze vs Mina Oates

Mina growled and scowled at Sienna, getting up to her feet. "Scared? Ha! Fine!" she spat. "You want it rough?! Mina Oates can do rough!"

She'd jump up and try to drive both knees down onto Sienna's belly to wind her. Should she succeed, she'd grab her by the hair and force her to her feet and try to chuck her into some more chairs.

When Mina went for her diving knee drops, Siena would roll away to try and dodge.

Mina would squeal painfully, laying on her side holding her knee after it hits the hard floor. She'd do her best to try and kick at Siena's leg and bring her down as well, but not the best aim at the moment.

Siena would stagger away to recover a bit after Mina crashed and burned on her knees. She would back up some distance away.

If Mina was fixated on her Siena would smirk at Mina and mock her pain crouching down with both hands on her own knees whining "Oh why me??? Why me???" at Mina's Nancy Kerrigan like injuries.

However, if Mina was too preoccupied with her hurt knees and not paying attention to her, Siena would dig around under the ring for the same bicycle iron she used in the fight with Amy Walker. She would then wait for Mina to get up, circling behind her like a viper. Once Mina attempted to stand, Siena would rush in and drop to a crouch trying to drive the bicycle iron hard into the back of Mina's leg for more injury.

Mina's perception was bothered by the pain, but she wasn't that bad of a lightweight. She growled quietly to herself at the taunting, and while struggling to her feet, she saw Sienna digging around for the weapon, and did her best to watch her as she circled but couldn't keep her eyes on her. When she finally rose, she kept her ears sharp and left a swing up to chance. She'd balance on one foot and gracefully shoot her other up backward, looking to hammer her foot right up into Blaze's chin and cut her off. "Don't think so, bitch!"

Siena cried out and the iron was knocked from her hand as she went down on her back from the kick, blinking up at the ceiling.

Mina spun nimbly and braced herself for a moment's breather, leaning against a folding chair still left standing. She blinked at it for a moment, then shrugged. "We went this far," she sighed, grabbing it and folding it up. She'd try to slam one of the legs down on top of Sienna's belly.

"Oomph!"

Siena rolled left and right holding ehr gut and gagging from the strike.

Mina got behind the winded Sienna, moving the chair leg to this time press down on her neck and choke her out. "Don't go thinkin' you're the only rough one 'round here," she warned, trying to send a quick knee to her belly on top of it.

If she was sufficiently winded and didn't escape the move, Mina would release the chair and take her by the hair, dragging her towards the locker rooms.

Siena was short haired so dragging her by her hair might not be so easy as it seems. When they got to the entry of the locker room, Siena would attempt to shove Mina face first into edge of doorway.