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

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Marissa was free, but she was hardly in a state to seize advantage. With red cheeks and empty lungs, she'd sit up before coughing like mad. Her hands to her burning chest, the Brit turned her head as her coughs filled the ring, with the fiercest of glares given through her squinting eyes as the Doctor sprawled out on her front.

There was nought much given from Marissa in terms of offensive, nor wrestling for that matter, as she focused on refilling her lungs. Save for one motion from the Brit.

"You...dirty little..." She'd splutter out, before raising her right fist to bring it down a in furious manner. Right on Mina's curvy rear!

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The two women looked a mess as they both lay in various states of unrest on the mat. Marissa coughing and Mina moaning. Dr. Takemi began to crawl up to her hands and knees. She was based on one arm as the other was still comforting her battered skull. "Oof... My ears are still ringing..." She said to no one in particular.

Her blissful rest was interrupted as Marissa brought her fist down upon Mina's backside! "HEY!" She cried out as she leapt up to her feet, grasping her bruised bottom!

She was now rubbing her head with one hand and her butt with the other! Her eyes narrowing as she glared daggers at the British Battler. "Look who's talking!" She growled! "Hurry up and get back to your feet so I can knock you back down!"

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Marissa knew the strike on Mina's rear would have little to no effect, thanks to the natural padding as it were, but she did it nonetheless. Marissa wasn't the sort to use what assets she had in the same way Mina had just used them, and naturally she held the same amount of joy at being victim to them.

Rising as requested, the fight would turn back to grounds Marissa was more comfortable with, as she raised her fists and closed in.

Her right leg would lead the way as it stomped forward, before it was followed with a left hook attempt into Mina's gut. Marissa deemed it time she figure out how Mina fought on the Brit's terms!

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Ask and ye shall receive. Dr. Takemi's demands were met by Marissa. She promptly returned to her feet and was ready to engage. "Hmph. That's more like it." She stated dismissively with a wave of her hand.

"Show me what you've got!" Mina raised her fists to mirror Marissa as the two closed in on each other in the center of the ring.

Marissa moved first. Her step in was quick and while Mina attempted to bring her arms down to block the body blow, she wasn't nearly as fast! Marissa's fist struck her belly! The mature woman's body conformed to the blow, her eyes forced wide and her teeth clenched to keep the air in her lungs from escaping. She was powerful, and the strike brought Mina's full body against Marissa, her forehead pressing against her opponent's for stability.

Meanwhile, Mina lashed out with a right of her own. A short body blow. She didn't have the leverage or the body weight behind it that Marissa had, however, their closeness might leave the Brit as unguarded as Mina had been. Whether her blow found purchase or not, she winced. The effects of the blow could not be understated, despite her best efforts otherwise.

Their wrestling match had become a phone booth fight.

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Marissa held the smuggest of looks to bare as Mina began to buckle, though perhaps unwisely on her own end given she wasn't prepared to suddenly catch her. She wanted Mina to fall, but she was prepared for her to do so anywhere but on her!

Bringing her legs back to support herself as she was forced into something of a boxer's clinch with her busty foe, though one mostly held just in hopes of not falling back underneath Mina's firm frame, Marissa let out a little grunt as a short body blow struck her sides. Her eyes sharpening as her posture corrected, Marissa's right hand kept the clinch, trying as she could to lock Mina against her and stop her pulling away, before her left fired back a body shot similar to Mina's own!

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The body blow crushed Mina's belly with enough force to send her tits bouncing. This blow to her belly had Mina expelling what air was left in her lungs. The firm muscles of her abs were softening and her mature body was not in the same finely honed shape of her opponent. She was no boxer and a clinch was unfamiliar territory for her. A layman would think it was simply slugging it out while hold your opponent, but the reality was... She was firmly in Marissa's control. She struggled to back off as she felt her knees beginning to buckle under the heavy blows.

However, she found that she was unable to. Trapped by Marissa's other arm. She made yet another fatal mistake that belied her inexperience as a pugilist. She took a deep, heavy breath! Her lungs burned from lack of oxygen and she sought to fill them! This wasn't in and of itself a bad thing. But the act dropped her defenses. Surrendered her body to whatever the next blow Marissa had planned! And when it struck... It would do so in critical fashion!

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Marissa was happy to continue their little rabbit-boxing moment for as long as needs be, given her confidence lay in this particular department of wrestling. But when she found Mina to be sagging in her grip, Marissa couldn't help but smile!

Rather than continue fighting in a somewhat ineffective posture against a foe who likely now couldn't effectively defend herself, Marissa's hands clenched together and heaved instead!

Grunting as she put her muscles to use, Marissa would seek to hug and hoist Mina clear off her feet, before roaring forward like a woman possessed! The Brit relying on memory on where the corner of the ring was as she sought to crash Mina into it, given all she could see before her was the soft skin of Mina's neck, collarbone and bust!

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As she inhaled deeply, Marissa lifted her into the air! She was defenseless in the moment. Life-giving oxygen refilled her body and the sensation was overwhelming. Even as Marissa's body lock made some of that breathing more difficult, she could refuel her muscles and get back into the fight.

Or so she thought.

Shortly after her moment of relief, she was driven back first into the nearest corner! Marissa had turned their clinch into a running body splash! Her voluptuous body was crushed between the corner and her opponent's bad intentions! Her breasts pancaked against her ribcage as she cried out! "Gah!"

Mina fell backwards against the turnbuckle, her arms hanging over and outside of it to support her weight. Her head raised to look at her tormentor, albeit, with a look of defiance. "That it? A couple of rabbit punches and a body splash? It's gonna take more than that." Despite her boasting, it didn't appear that it was going to take -THAT- much more. The damage was clearly adding up!

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Marissa drove her less chesty, yet more muscular frame as hard as she could into Mina's own, and with it the adrenaline really began to pump. Even more so as her more stylish foe opted to throw trash talk her way, making Marissa raise a eyebrow before shooting quite the look. If she wanted things to pick up, then they indeed would!

Pushing rather roughly off the face and shoulders of Mina, Marissa would seek to damn near drive herself into the opposing turnbuckle with how quickly she was sprinting towards it.

Fully intending to bounce from it and return to Mina with the speed still to her frame, the Brit near enough kicked off both feet as she closed the distance, with her right knee leading the charge!

For she seemingly wanted Mina to pay for her bravado, by near enough impaling her gut with Marissa's rather firm knee!

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The way in which Marissa pushed off of her made it clear that she wasn't enjoying their conversation. "Ugh." Grunted Mina weakly as she was used as a springboard. Her curvy figure even gave Marissa a bit of extra momentum. She watched on with punch-drunk horror as Marissa sprinted to the other side of the ring and prepared a return trip that Mina wouldn't forget. Or wouldn't remember, depending on whether or not she'd be aiming for her head.

The trash talk seemed to be working. Marissa had a short fuse and was eager to prove herself. It had bought Mina the space she needed to think about something other than being bludgeoned. And it had put the idea in Marissa's head that she needed to do something devastating and flashy to teach the mature woman a lesson. It had bought her an opening.

As Marissa charged, Mina's expression remained frozen in shock. She was doing her best to signal weakness to the woman despite having no intention to lean on the ropes and suffer whatever she had in mind. As Marissa left her feet, Mina released her hold on the ropes and allowed her body to dive to the right. Out of the corner. And out of the way of the knee.

If she was able to do so, she'd scramble quickly to her feet, ready to follow up on poor Marissa's mismanaged knee.

"I did warn you I wasn't finished." She'd coo with self-satisfaction as her shadow loomed near.