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

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Marissa kicked off her feet, earlier than perhaps anyone else would. She was hardly a high flyer, though she could take to the skies if she needed to. But more so, she felt she had the momentum to lunge near enough half the distance of the ring diagonally to reach her target. And to her joy, she was right.

When her feet left the ground, at least.

With time falling almost to half speed, Marissa could only watch as her face adopted the look of pure horror. Mina didn't just narrowly dodge Marissa and present the Brit with a chance to pull her back in. She was gone. Even if Marissa were to add a few inches to her limbs and outstretch them either side of her, no collision was being made. Not with Mina anyway.

But with the turnbuckle?

Yes. Very much so.

With that extended knee still leading the charge, Marissa let loose a mighty roar as it collided with the middle turnbuckle. Her chest soon followed suite against the top part of the corner, before the sheer momentum of her collision pushed her off outright.

The spiky haired beauty was left near enough pinging off the corner like a tennis ball, as she landed flat to her back. Naturally, clutching her knee.

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Mina winced as Marissa bounced off the turnbuckle. While the sport was certainly violent, it was still jarring to see an opponent suffer. Mina was certain the woman would spare her no mercy should she be found in the same situation, and so she was quick to act.

She reached down and snatched up Marissa's ankles, allowing her no time to rest. She bent her good leg beneath her bad knee before weaving her arms through the tangle of limbs. With her legs knotted and held high, Mina stepped over her body and turned her over onto her breasts. "Sorry sweetheart. But this is the business." She offered in bittersweet consolation before pulling Marissa's body into a tight C! Locking her into a devastating Texas Cloverleaf Crab.

Mina's weight stretched Marissa's lower back and strained her spine. Meanwhile, the fulcrum for the hold was the poor woman's wounded knee. It suffered perhaps more than her body. Perhaps.

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Marissa was flat to her back, in a world of hurt, but she knew things would only get worse from here. This pain was her own doing after all, and Mina need not waste any energy beyond sidestepping to make it occur. And now, she found her busty foe locking up her legs, in a manner that was painful merely on set up...

Muttering profanity as she was tied up down low, Marissa could but snarl in pain as Mina turned her over. Wrenching her body in more places than one, the Brit was immediately forced to press her face into the canvas to stifle her cries. And even then, it mostly failed!

Her fists banging upon the mat as a means of dealing with the pain, before she began efforts to crawl forward, in search of rope-bound freedom!

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Mina was by no means an expert in submission maneuvers. A simple crab, a bear-hug, or an over the shoulder back breaker were the sorts of techniques the woman typically went for. But something in her opponent drew this move out of her. Inspired her to go for something flashier. And so Dr. Takemi had locked in a Texas Cloverleaf! In the hands of a proficient user it likely would have locked Marissa in place, forced her to find a technical escape. Especially with their strengths being so similar. However, as stated above, Mina was not that woman.

Her grip on Marissa's crossed ankles was too low. The bend of her opponent's back not quite right. It allowed the woman enough leverage to use her shoulders and begin to edge towards the ropes. Even as Mina drew her further into a terrible C, she still had the space to crawl! It was in hard, but not deep!

"HAAAAA!" Mina yelled with effort as she attempted to break the woman before she could get to the ropes. A desperate clash of wills. If Marissa didn't tap, she would surely make it to the promised rope break any second now!

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Marissa's limited flexibility was pushed very much so beyond the point of breaking, with the Brit's mouth coming wide because of it! Tears near in her eyes, she screamed down the house as her fingers stopped against the canvas, near enough digging in and ripping the fabric that covered the ring in an effort to deal with this agony!

An agony that would only get worse, if she did not put a end to this now!

Adopting fists with each hand, Marissa near enough smashed her hands down with every motion she took forward One at a time, the Brit tried to think of everything she could that wasn't related to the pain, before finally extending her right hand!

Palm opening soon enough, as her fingers tickled the edge of freedom!

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With one final push Mina had put everything she'd had into the submission! Her screams had matched Marissa's as she attempted to break her in half with the Texas Clover-Leaf. The lights of the arena reflected off the sweat that had been the result of all of her efforts. The muscles in her arms bulged as they worked overtime... To force the submission!

"BREAK!" Cried the ref girl suddenly!

And it was for naught. Mina looked over her shoulder in disbelief. The British woman had drug her clear from the center of the ring, all whilst suffering immensely. Despite all of Dr. Takemi's efforts... Marissa had reached the ropes.

Dejectedly, Mina unraveled the woman's legs and released the death-grip she'd held upon her. The sudden relaxation caused her to stumble forward and off of Marissa. Worse... It made her aware of just how exhausted she was. She had attempted to muscle the submission. To force it with strength over technique... It hadn't worked. And it had cost her. Her arms burned from the efforts she'd expended and she panted heavy breaths. Surely, Marissa was no spring chicken either... But Mina had overexerted herself... A trap she had fallen into far too often since coming out of retirement.

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There was no sudden rise as Marissa clenched the ropes, no roar of success, nothing. The spiky haired Brit stayed perfectly still, hugging the ropes for all she could. Her legs, yet unmoving.

"MARISSA, CAN YOU CONTINUE?" Roared the referee, closing in the distance and clenching the middle ropes themselves, as she tried to get a answer from the Brit. One that came in the form of a nod, and the most pained huff of her career to date. Right hand following her left, she'd ascend the ropes one at a time as if they were a ladder, as she made her way to the definition of a wobbly stand.

She'd turn, naturally, to face Mina. But damn if the motion didn't take forever, as one wobbly leg nearly collapsed after the other.

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Meanwhile, Mina had staggered forward onto her hands and knees. Panting as sweat dripped from her overheated body. Her hair hung down in front of her face, no longer a perfectly pomped bob. Her attire had wedged itself deeply between her backside, offering the audience a view of her perfect posterior as she gasped for air.

As the Referee called on Marissa, Mina was hearing the same exact prompt. Could she continue? It would be terribly embarassing to lose as a result of her own offense... With any luck Marissa would surrender. But Mina didn't need to see her to know that this wouldn't be the case. The audience roared. And Mina knew that the next round would soon be upon them.

She too utilized the ropes to climb back to her feet. One eye was closed and her posture far from perfect, she watched her foe fight to her feet and resume her fighting pose. "Tch." She clicked her tongue in reluctant admiration of her spirit.

With a deep breath, Mina pushed off the ropes and tottered forward, bringing her fists up as well. "Come on then." She urged, beckoning her forward. "There won't be any getting up next time." She warned with a performative smile as she readied her fighting pose as well. It was an effort, but it showed that her spirit was still intact too. Even as her arms and hips cried out with every shift. Even as her stomach threatened to eject its contents from over-exertion. All the hollow feelings and terrible hurt... It was one of the things that made this walk of life so desirable!

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Neither woman moved with the agility they had at the start of this madness, and Marissa wasn't exactly planning to do so again. Not with that leg of hers throbbing. It was hurting like hell just to stand straight.

Luckily with Mina in the same position, if a little more ache put towards her top half versus Marissa's limb based agony, the Brit wobbled forward for what she imagined to be a rather even dip back into the brawl.

With her right hand raised, she wouldn't look to delay it any longer, as she shot it forward mid-height, for a straight jab just above Mina's bouncy chest.

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Mina stalked forward with less than half of the voracity that she'd had only moments ago. She met Marissa's pace and did her best to hide what an act of willpower it was.

Her body ached and her lungs burned. Their battle was coming to an end, however, she was certain that it wouldn't be without suffering. Both women were pushing themselves, which meant it was unlikely to conclude in a flash knockout. Neither woman had the strength to shockingly overpower the other... Attrition it was then, she acknowledged with grim resolve.

Mina's left hand shot outwards, looking to score a blow on Marissa's chin. Instead, it was sent high and wide as the Brit's fist sunk into her over-abundant tit! The blow sent her breasts bouncing wildly within her tight attire and forced the mature woman to gasp out in pain! "Agh!" She winced, open mouthed, rocking backwards. She was hardly a boxer. And now, it was showing. As was the beautiful pale breast that had been punched clean out of her leotard!