Harada Hana/Marissa Wiltsure - To Be The Best!

[Devilish53]

That break couldn't come soon enough, despite Hana near enough doing so without a second of delay. Falling on her front, hands and legs motionless as she rested her burning cheek against the canvas, Marissa had no words for a good long while. Instead, she'd merely pant; eyes shut tightly as her tummy expanded and contracted over and over, with sweat dripping off her even after the move was long released. Marissa wasn't the sort to hold grudges over defeats, nor was she a bitter loser. All that she could reflect upon as she lay upon the canvas, was her own shortcomings in the match.

With particular thought brought upon all the times she could have latched onto Hana, but didn't. Was such mercy a weakness of hers? Or was it simply fair play, given it was a spar after all?

Marissa didn't know what to think, her head rising slowly as her eyes opened; dazed, blurred eyes turning to focused if somewhat weary ones, as she turned her head in Hana's direction atleast partially.

"Nice..nice job.."

[Luncha_Libre]

Hana released Marissa as quickly as she could, and just melted into the mat. Her firm, muscular figure went totally limp as she relaxed voluntarily for the first time since the bout began. Both women lay in silence for a while, panting and gasping in post-match exasperation. Hana’s bust rose and fell, straining against her tiny yellow bikini as she fought to replenish her air. Staring wide-eyed at the lights, Hana absently reached up and adjusted her straps, making certain her top was still covering her up. It was that moment which brought her back to reality.

She’d won. Not in a sanctioned match, that day still hadn’t come. However, the rookie wrestler had just forced an opponent to submit to her, for the first time since her early training partners. Hana’s face flushed red as the moment sank in, lifting her hands to cover her face in case the emotion overwhelmed her.

“Y-you too,” Hana gasped, after Marissa congratulated her. “You’re … oof … you’re so tough! I can’t believe it’s over. I-I …” Hana’s leg kicked up, but flopped to the mat as she lacked the strength to get up, yet. “Thank you … wanna say, thank you …”

[Devilish53]

Marissa's attempts to sit up would be heavily set back by that monstrous fatigue having now fallen upon her frame, given the adrenaline rush of a wrestling match in progress was no longer fuelling her. After countless attempts to rise, each coming closer to the last with huge grunts of effort everytime, Marissa found her hands to her thighs as she sat up resting.

"You..you too.." She'd groan, only tilting her head in the direction of Hana yet again, the mere action of doing so making her wince again. Her lack of eye contact was no error on her part. She wasn't bitter over the loss, but felt it somewhat natural to struggle locking eyes with the woman who'd just physically beaten her in a fight. That, and the whole incident earlier, where both figures seemingly became shivering wrecks.

Nursing her wounds and holding her squeezed neck yet still, Marissa opted to let Hana continue whatever there was to be said.

If there was anything else to be said.

[Luncha_Libre]

Eventually, Hana was able to pull herself upright. Her shoulders heaved as she let out a sigh, her body punishing her for the effort. Hana’s body was shining in the gym lights as she tried to get her breathing back under control, red bangs hanging over her face. She looked from beneath them, toward Marissa.

“This was … quite the learning experience,” Hana said, finally. “We were only sparring, but this was so intense.” Hana noticed Marissa averting her gaze, and hoped she hadn’t upset the British woman. “You’re so strong … in the ring, you would have had me. If I’m honest, I’m surprised I even got a submission. It makes me think I must be better than I’d believed. If it’s not rude of me to say so …”

Hana rubbed her arms behind her neck, shoulder twitching as she felt the muscles spasming beneath the skin. Hana tried to suppress a wince but failed. It was clear that Hana’s powerful body was hurting, but her spirits were high enough to keep her going. She offered a gentle smile to Marissa, in hopes that there were no hard feelings.

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With nothing else to say, given the sting of defeat was ringing out throughout her frame despite not taking it personally, Marissa merely nodded at the words of the bigger redhead, seemingly in agreement. Rising up soon after Hana, keeping her back to her a moment to purposefully hide that sour-puss look upon her face, it was Hana's apparent newfound confidence in herself that spurred the Brit to turn. A small grin to her face, eyes low, she'd offer a hand to the victorious bodybuilder, expecting to give a single strong motion if accepted. Regardless of how Hana took that offer of a handshake though, she'd leave soon after, without so much as a word.

There was much to reflect upon with a defeat such as this after all.

[Luncha_Libre]

Hana could see Marissa’s stinging sense of defeat and could relate to it all too well. She could see Marissa not meeting her gaze and wanted nothing more than to comfort her. Hana also knew better than to poke the bear, of course. She was prepared to offer a respectful bow and take her leave before Marissa turned away.

Hana returned the offered handshake with a wide grin and a respectful nod. “Thank you again,” Hana told her. “Um, if you ever want to do this again, or meet in the ring, please find me!” Hana would let Marissa leave the gym with that, to ruminate and recover in whatever way she needed to. Hana, meanwhile, stepped over to the nearest wall, and collapsed against it. Her entire body aching after such a hard contest, Hana gasped as her chest swelled against the cool wall. Even if she’d won this sparring match, Hana realized, she still had a long way to go before she was a truly successful wrestler!