Dr Mina T. Vs. Marissa W. - Diagnosed Beating!

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Marissa was seconds into the match, yet believed from Mina's reaction, that she may have had this already! Twisting and jarring, she'd look to work that leg with no mercy, as her scissors around that thigh of Mina refused to move. She didn't however do anything about the other leg of Mina, nor could she stop the natural reactions of her foe to jiggle and struggle without relent.

So when that leg of Mina's kicked at her, Marissa found her grip failing near immediately! A feat made all the more certain by the fact Mina wiggled out of it, forcing Marissa to try and re-lock it to no avail!

Her hands to the ankle of her foe as she tried desperately to cling onto that limb, even being pulled onto all fours in her efforts to follow Mina!

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While Mina wasn't a medical doctor, she was confident that another second in the hold would have resulted in terrible damage to her knee. The knee bar is an unassuming submission with ligament threatening implications. One wrong twist from the recipient and a competitor can quickly find themselves on the sidelines for the better part of six months!

It was with desperate relief that Mina rolled away from her opponent. Her boot having found purchase square at the center of the Brit's grip. She scrambled up to her feet, hopping ingloriously. The strength of her legs managed to pull Marissa forward, onto her hands and knees as she refused to relinquish the limb.

"I see you're playing for keeps, huh?" She asked rhetorically as she arrived upright and over Marissa. "Fine!" She grunted as she turned her hips away from Marissa, attempting to yank her ankle out of Marissa's hands with all of her leverage. If and once she was free, she'd drive it back towards the brit's exposed face, attempting to shin the violent woman right in the cheek.

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Marissa was following suite, wisely going for a limb she had already damaged, when it became all too apparent that Mina was in much more of a dominant posture than she was planning on. Or rather, not so much dominant, as primed for what came next, as the bucking kick of Mina was one Marissa would have done herself.

Which made it all the more embarrassing, as for a moment she could see nothing but a haze, given Mina had landed a kick square to her face!

The Brit's grip going completely limp as she fell flat against the mat, unmoving for near enough a full second, before her right hand came to try and soothe what was a burning sensation in her cheek now!

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Mina's foot connected with Marissa face with a satisfying smack! She used the brit brawlers face the way a swimmer uses the edge of a pool and pushed off! She directed her momentum forward into a roll that would bring her back to her full vertical base. She was, of course, not unscathed.

Marissa's ankle lock had put an early hurt on her leg. Something she wanted to hide, but one would have to be blind not to notice the immediate limp she assumed before she staggered backwards against the ropes. "Hngh!" She grunted with a wince.

Marissa was simliarly having a rough time. It seemed like the boot she'd directed at her face had rung her bell! Mina was a beautiful, mature woman with legs and thighs for days. Something she intended to out to work for her!

Using the elasticity of the ropes and her own lean, Mina pushed off those! She took one limping step before she leapt into the air on one foot and brought that healthy limb down across Marissa's chest with a leg drop!

She hoped that Marissa wouldn't see her follow-up wince but for all the stars around her head!

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Marissa didn't know what Mina had in mind, because she simply couldn't see to judge. She was looking in the direction of the Doctor, but her vision was all about; fuzzy, to say the least.

When she heard the rapid pacing of a figure nearby, there was nought for Marissa to do but brace. She tried as she could to tense up, and even bring her limbs in to cushion the impact soon to be felt, but it was near enough impossible to do effectively when Marissa still had that haze in her eyes.

A haze that somewhat cleared up in the following moment, thanks entirely to the leg that came across her chest!

The wind knocked out of her, Marissa's eyes came wide as her body jerked up, before she fell flat again amidst cries and moans!

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Dr. Takemi let out a satisfied sigh as Marissa's voice escaped her in an undignified cry of suffering. There was something about those sweet sounds she never got tired of. She wasn't a sadist, but physically dominating another woman had always excited her. And those cute noises that were drawn out of a suffering foe were not unlike the same sounds she drew out of a tender lover.

"You were so interested in my legs before... What do you say you have a better look, hm?" She cooed patronizingly as she clambered onto her knees. She'd straddle Marissa's face if she didn't move. And a second later, drop her backside down upon it gracelessly. All of her weight crashing down on the woman's defenseless features in the form of her firm, round butt.

"There. You're welcome." She offered a wink as she bit the tip of her index finger. Her mature features took on a blush as she felt the woman's face upon her sensitive underside.

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Marissa's natural response was to bring her legs and arms together, given that had their positions been reversed, she would have sought a limb lock to make use of her opponents agony and positioning. Mina sought a lock of sorts, but it was not the limbs of the Brit that Marissa had to fear for.

"What are you...NO-GHH!" Her cries muffled by a sudden press of flesh to her face and lips, Marissa's arms went near enough haywire as Mina looked for a face sit, only after a unceremonious butt drop!

The cries of the Brit near enough entirely muffled as her hands spanked upon Mina's sides and rear, whilst her legs jerked out across the canvas!

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"Ahh. There we are." She sighed wistfully as she settled into her seat atop Marissa's face. The muffled moans and panicked sounds that followed were just icing on her humiliating cake. "I hope you took a deep breath sweetheart. But if not, there are worse ways to go, hm?" She asked rhetorically as she swatted at Marissa's hands, who in turn were swatting at her backside.

It was quite early in the match for a submission like this to truly work. Marissa was strong, she'd shown that already. She had a lot of fight left in her still. But perhaps this would take some out of her... At the very least it would give her something to remember the match by.

"I get it. I wouldn't tap if I was under there either." She winked at the camera as she taunted her poor seat.

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Mina wasn't moving, and with that lack of adjustment from Marissa's face, the air was becoming awfully thin. The hands of the Brit continued to spank away, prying where they could, but Mina still did not move. With her fury building her even as her strength became less apparent, Marissa took a moment to rest her shoulders and arms, before opting for something violent.

Praying that the eyes of her foe was still sideways, likely trying to see what reaction there was to be had from Marissa under the fleshy blanket now atop her face, Marissa looked to suddenly rear her right leg up!

Aiming it seems, to bring her foot into Mina's head, as her own lower half practically folded in an effort to do so!

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It wasn't arrogance as much as sgowmanship that had taken Mina's attention from her new throne. Afterall, appealing to the audience was as much a part of Pro Wrestling as suplexes and drop kicks. Unfortunately, it was somewhat less tactically sound...

Marissa's desperate upkick caught Mina square on her ear! It send her entire full-figure sprawling off of it's perch! She sprawled out on the canvas as her vision swam. It was full of little black spots, the result of her brain crashing against the inside of her skull.

She moaned meekly, as pathetic as the noises Marissa had made under her plump posterior. A hand moved from her side to her head. She could feel the are of impact throb against her palm as she attempted to comfort it in vain.

"Ohhhh...." Was all she had to offer as her damage equilibrium kept her plastered to the mat!