A Second Chance

[winner3]

Despite Hana getting the better of her in every exchange of this match so far, despite her tired and achy frame feeling much heavier and wearier than normal, Sumiko smiled with a sense of fulfilment! Not only was the lightweight dyanamo having fun, but she was learning, improving, testing herself against the might and skill of a woman stronger than her. Sumiko and her friendly rival pushed each other to new heights. And although Sumiko was always carelessly optimistic when it came to competing, it was the times where she managed to clutch things out that really made trainers and companies invested in her as a wrestler! It was these moments that Dreamer lived for. Win or lose, she'd wrestle her heart out and leave all her cards on the table. And she was eager to see Hana's response to each and every one of them!

Sumiko pushed past the fatigue of being wrung out by Hana just now. Often times, bouncing back after avoiding a submission loss was a close call that fueled an underdog wrestler with adrenaline! Sumiko was no stranger to the feeling. Even now as she charged forward, her facial expression was full of conviction. Her hair flowed in the wind as she charged forward. Her brows furrowed. The stomps of her bare feet hitting the mats grew louder as she committed to the move, dashed towards Hana and held out her arm. Her bicep flexed visibly! The toned lightweight made her presence known. And the impact her arm made against Harada's frame sounded decisive! But despite landing the blow, Sumiko's expression quickly changed from determination to shock!

Having had her wits thrown and squeezed out her, Dreamer neglected to pay enough attention to Hana's own body language and stance. Sumiko stood there at Hana's side. Her arm still outstretched, in front of the bodybuilder's buxom, sweaty chest! Sumiko would look up at Hana from the side. Her mind was now racing a mile a minute! Hana braced herself to take the Clothesline full-on! In a prideful, valiant, brazen display, Hana chose to completely tank Sumiko's blow, doing so with proficiency and toughness that wowed even Dreamer! Sumiko might have been a lightweight, but her strikes weren't anything most middleweights could simply shrug off! Hana's voluminous bosom comedically cushioned some of it, but the majority of her sturdiness in this instance was raw talent! Hana wasn't most middleweights! Sumiko believed that from the moment she first laid eyes on the curvy redheaded fitness freak. And Hana would proceed to prove Sumiko right by torquing her upper body and stepping forward, lashing out with perhaps the most incredible Lariat Sumiko had ever been on the receiving end of!

"AGH-!" The brawny brunette let out a loud groan that was abruptly cut short! Her head was nearly taken clean off! The combination of Sumiko's small stature and Hana's larger size and superior strength hsd Sumiko flip backwards in midair half a rotation before falling onto her front! It all happened so fast. A fresher might have been able to dodge or counter but she was in no shape to contest at present! Sumiko was facedown and limp. Her hair messy and her arms and legs splayed out in her prone position. As her mind drifted between consciousness and unconsciousness, she began to think over Hana's excellent choice of strategy in this match up. Move for move, strength to strength, Hana completely outclassed her, as much as Sumiko didn't want to admit it. As long as they traded moved, especially the exact same moves, Hana would come out on top. And unfortunately for Sumiko, it was looking more and more likely that she learned that lesson just a little too late in this sparring bout! The chances of that coveted rematch were slipping! But even if they hit zero percent or even descended into the negatives, Sumiko's will to carry on would see to it that she'd go down but never stay there if she had anything to say about it, even in a dire situation such as this!

[Luncha_Libre]

Hana was gasping. The bodybuilder had hoped that this spar would be a little easier, but Sumiko was testing her as if it were a real match. Which, as Hana thought about it, made perfect sense. If they weren’t going to train at one hundred percent, then what would be the point? Still, Hana couldn’t help but kick herself. Despite dominating thus far, Hana felt like her gas tank was running on empty, and the brunette bodybuilder was no closer to giving up or giving in. It was certainly a test of will, and Hana hoped that hers wouldn’t be found lacking. The thought of losing here, even in private, after her dramatic victory in their beach match, made Hana’s face and neck burn in humiliation. She couldn’t let that happen.

Hana took that desperation and poured it into the lariat she threw at Sumiko, then. Stepping forward, buff arm extended, Hana wanted to make Sumiko feel like she’d been hit by a solid cord of steel-hard muscle, right against her fit chest! The smack of body on body was loud, echoing through the gym, and Hana stepped through. Through the corner of her eye, she saw the effect of the impact. Her eyes widened as she watched poor Sumiko go flying through the air, end over end, to come crashing down on the mat. Hana was shocked at her own power. Sumiko had taken the worst of their exchanged thus far, but Hana hadn’t realized she could do something like that to a young woman who was so powerful, so strong herself. It wasn’t as if Hana massively outclassed Sumiko in terms of strength, but all the same, the brunette was sent end over end. Hana realized then how much her desperation had added to that lariat …

Sumiko wasn’t the only one going down, however. Hana had poured so much energy into that strike that she wasn’t going to be staying up, either. Falling forward, the bikini-clad bodybuilder flopped down to the mat. Her shoulders heaved as she took deep, recovering breaths. Her buns shone in the gym lights, quivering as she struggled to catch her breath.

“You want this rematch,” Hana said, “but I … I have to pin you! I can’t let you have this,” Hana said the words in a gasping voice. She let out a few light moans as she attempted to get herself up again. Bracing her hands against the canvas, she pushed. Her shoulders flexed, and eventually she would peel her body off the mat. Her bikini top threatened to slip as her sticky, oiled breasts slowly peeled off the canvas. Hana shook her head. She knew she should stay down a moment, let herself recover, but she couldn’t allow it. Desperate, the redhead wanted to get back up, get fighting again. She had the advantage, she had to use it.

With another push, Hana got herself up to her hands and knees. Her toned butt sticking up in the air, Hana’s arms trembled as they attempted to support her figure. Then, they gave. “Oooh!” Hana sobbed as her upper body went down. Face in the canvas, Hana grunted. Her ass stuck even higher in the air, now, looking rather pathetic.

Hana sighed. Sumiko was younger than her, smaller than her by an entire weight division. Hana loved the girl’s personality, she loved how competitive she was without being cruel or vicious. Hana couldn’t have asked for a better sparring partner. But still, something about the idea of a loss here burned at her. Hana had won victory at the beach by the skin of her teeth. She’d smothered Sumiko into the sand beneath her writhing, straining body. Now, in a more traditional setting, it seemed like Hana couldn’t get the job done. What did that mean about her as a competitor?

Hana gave another push and got back onto all fours. Hardly dignified, but a better position than having her face against the mat. Hana realized what losing here meant: a rematch, and a strong chance that she would lose in the ring, as well. Had her victory been a fluke? Hana closed her eyes and considered it. She’d gone in so hard against Sumiko, and it was catching up with her. Hana took deep breaths, shoulders heaving as she fought back her doubts. Unfortunately, all the time she took to recover meant that Sumiko was getting just as much …

[winner3]

Sumiko had been turned inside-out by Hana's wicked Lariat! When she was finally cognizant enough to lift her head off the canvas of the gym ring, she experienced a sensation akin to shellshock. The petite brunette beauty was sore, already. She pressed her palms against the surface beneath her and peeled her toned frame and modest chest off the mats. Dreamer winced with one eye open. She panted heavily with her mouth agape. The wind was knocked out of her. Her odds in this redemption spar shrank every time she exchanged blows with the shy, yet vastly improving Hana Harada. And yet, as hard a time as her new redheaded rival was giving her, in this moment, Dreamer couldn't feel more alive if she tried!

"I....want this rematch! I'll....EARN this rematch!" Sumiko uttered as she pressed her palms against the mats. Her elbows trembled as she began to push herself up. She raised her head in time to see her foe rising up to her hands and knees. Even while she was on the offensive, squeezing, slamming, and squashing the lightweight upstart about the ring, all this exertion seemed to be taking a toll! As Sumiko's mind raced, wondering if she could outlast Harada and turn things around when the bodybuilding beauty was finally tuckered out, she found herself fully distracted and her train of thought completely derailed. The visual of Hana's oiled breasts barely clinging to her top as she pushed herself up was flustering enough. Dreamer couldn't help but feel flustered observing. Those were the very same breasts that defeated her in their previous match! Feeling attracted to Hana's toned, impressive frame was one thing. Sumiko had been able to wrestle in spite of those feelings once before. But as Hana's sex appeal began to come across as a consequence of her wrestling rather than her finding herself vulnerable due to her own shortcomings, Sumiko became increasingly attracted to her newfound ring rival!

Like a deer in headlights, Sumiko stared at Hana's chest. Her cheeks flushed with a tinge of light red. The lightweight dyanamo wondered to herself what she should do, when suddenly Harada fell forwards onto the canvas, seemingly overcome momentarily as a result of not pacing herself properly! The redhead's thinly-clad backside pointed up into the air as she rested on the canvas on her knees and chest. Her sobbing echoing both her self-doubt and desire to win this contest that they both held vested interests and personal stake in! With that last fall, Sumiko snapped out of her daze! The brawny lightweight girl groaned as she slowly rose to her hands and knees. She crawled over to Hana slowly, breathing heavily as she pushed herself and paced herself only marginally better than her opponent. Sweat dripped down from her brow. Locks of hair hung in front of her eyes as she reached for Hana's shoulder to pull her foe up toward a kneeling position to match her!

"I told you not to hold back! So I won't hold back, either! I can still win!" Sumiko roared as she propped up Hana and wound up her right elbow to throw forward into her rival's chest! In her current state, Sumiko couldn't swing with all of her might. She gave whatever she could at the time. For all her willpower and deep-digging, as far as tangible results go, she accumulated little in this spar thus far and it didn't bother her one bit! Despite Hana's emotional complications with the sport of pro wrestling, Sumiko believed her to have high potential from the moment she first laid eyes on her. If Hana could blossom into the type of opponent that could confidently go into a spar dominating, shutting down opponents like Sumiko just by breaking a sweat exerting effort, then Sumiko was more than happy to push herself to get on Hana's level!

The brunette smiled to herself as she tried to trade blows with Hana. Should her elbow connect, she'd lean to the side slightly, pressing her left hand against the mats to catch herself so she could catch her breath before going for another!

[Luncha_Libre]

“NNnnnngh!” Hana grunted as her body hit the mat in a sweaty mess. Hana shook her head, red hair whipping side to side as she struggled to shake off the humiliation swelling in her breast. Beads of sweat and tears splatted against the mat as she tried to push herself up, feeling stupid as she realized that she had no one, absolutely no one, to blame for this mess but herself!

Hana took a deep breath and looked up at Sumiko, as she tried to push herself up. Unfortunately, there was no way a game competitor like Sumiko, especially one who had invested so much into this bout, was going to let things go easily. Hana’s teary eyes widened and her lip quivered, as Sumiko came rushing in with the elbow strike!

“AAAARGH!” Hana screamed as the smack of Sumiko’s elbow against her breasts echoed through the gym. Hana reeled back, body swaying as her ample bust bounced and jiggled with the force of impact. Hana made no effort to cover her breasts, sweaty flesh threatening to come popping out of her skimpy top at any moment.

“D-damn …” Hana groaned, instead focusing her weary gaze on Sumiko. Hana knew her body was wide open now, and helpless. Quivering, Hana took deep breaths, her bikini straining against her figure as she struggled to push herself back upright completely and keep herself in this fight!

“AAAUGH!” Hana cried out again, as Sumiko’s second strike connected! This blow hurt even more than the first, leaving Hana panted as she tried to replace the air knocked out of her. Hana’s hands kneaded her breasts firmly, massaging out the ache. Doubt crept into her eyes the next time she looked at Sumiko, knowing that she couldn’t do much more than this, right now. Sumiko totally had Hana at her mercy!

[winner3]

Sumiko fought tooth and nail. She pushed desperately to and maintain some semblance of control. Was Hana simply progressing this fast? Had she come out of her shell and gotten out of her own way the way Sumiko wanted? Or was Sumiko simply nowhere near as capable as the fans and management made her out to be? These thoughts and more swarmed inside the little brunette's head. She swung at Hana with everything she could muster up at this point. Each successive forearm blow to the redhead's buxom, sweaty, sexy chest was another reminder that it was Sumiko who was fighting with a disadvantage here! It was Sumiko that was largely favored in their first encounter! It was Sumiko that needed to prove herself. It was Sumiko that needed to earn a rematch and prove she was up to snuff!

"I CAN beat you!"

"I CAN win!"

Sumiko psyched herself up! She willed herself to begin overcoming the doubts that she had in her mind. The harshest reality in this moment, however, was the disparity between how both aspiring wrestlers were faring in this spar thus far! Despite Sumiko's best efforts, despite being in control at present, this bout had been all Hana! Sumiko had been subject to hold after blow after slam! She was only just now getting in a couple licks of her own against her bigger, stronger, curvier foe! Sweat and hair obstructed little Sumiko's vision as she loaded with her two strikes! She paused with balled fists and panted, taking a couple of deep breaths before digging deep and turning around to run towards the ropes behind her! The lightweight dynamo was really pushing herself! She had allowed too many openings and suffered too many moves from Hana at once. In order to create some space and get a short breather, in order to earn the chance at a second wind so that she might earn a second match with Harada, the bikini-clad lightweight went for broke!

Dreamer's feet would pitter-patter against the ring as she built up a full head of steam! With tired, ragged, hot breaths, she would run at Hana dead-on and leap at her with a Jumping Forearm strike, once again aiming for that thinly-clad, buxom chest! Sumiko had literally lost their match days ago via being smothered out in the sands of the beach by those shapely, lovely orbs! As much as she was still fond of Hana, she had to admit that there was a certain feeling of justice in paying her back and possibly lowering the chances of repeating the same mistakes in this bout!

"Hurrraaaahhhh!!!"

[Luncha_Libre]

Hana had been pushing herself to keep treating this spar just like a match, to not let up and not spare an inch against her opponent. She’d been really fond of Sumiko as an opponent, and still hoped that their friendship would keep growing, and because of that the redhead knew she couldn’t insult her by giving a half-effort or letting through any offense that the smaller girl hadn’t earned. Things had been back and forth and Hana felt like she was doing well for herself, but Sumiko’s proud declarations that she could beat Hana and win this spar made her pause for just a second.

That pause would prove to be a horrible mistake, however, as Sumiko came flying in with no small amount of confidence, and no small momentum! “AAAAAH!” Hana cried out as Sumiko’s forearm came flying in, the jumping forearm strike smacking straight against Hana’s ample breasts! Falling backward, arms windmilling, Hana winced in agony as her bust was squished beneath the force of Sumiko’s blow. Her breasts would jiggle and bounce wildly with the force of impact, her flimsy yellow bikini working overtime to stay in place and keep her breasts from bouncing out into plain view. Unlike a lot of girls in the bodybuilding/modeling world, Hana’s generous bust was all natural, and all too sensitive!

“Aaaowwww …” Hana whimpered, falling back. Her breasts continued to bounce, her flesh reddened by the impact of Sumiko’s blow. The attack had winded the bodybuilder, very nearly taking Hana off her feet and planting her on her ass. Hana leaned back, gasping to catch her breath and reorient herself before winding up on her ass. As she panted, her tender chest heaved, and the beads of sweat running down her toned frame began to flake off her body and splatter against the mat. Hana looked up to Sumiko with surprise and shook her head. She knew the other girl wasn’t going to just not follow up, but Hana didn’t know if she could get her body moving in time to avoid whatever would come next!

[winner3]

Sumiko continued pushing herself, far beyond her normal drive and gusto! One look at her said it all. With hair splitting and frizzing at the ends, and sweat dripping from her brow, it was obvious that these persistent, continuous efforts came from a place of desperation. While Hana wrestled her insecurities while also wrestling her opponents, Sumiko was wrestling this sparring match for an opportunity to show that expectations weren't misplaced on her! As she looked down at a reeling Hana, she clutched the very same forearm that she had used to floor the busty redhead. Despite being the favorite, Sumiko had lost to this girl. Dreamer had something to prove, a rematch to earn. And she leaned forward grab Hana by the arm and pull her friendly rival off the mats to continue working her way towards doing just that! The smaller girl had been ignoring her own stamina reserves and fatigue. In truth, she'd be smart to use this chance to recover. A smarter, more seasoned, less desperate wrestler than Sumiko may have sought to put Harada in a rest hold while they had the advantage, or to maybe toss her over the ropes. But not Sumiko. In the mind of the lightweight dynamo, each moment the match continued was another that Hana could use to make a comeback, just like their last match!

"Ikuzooooo!" Dreamer would cry out as she dug deep and placed a hand on Hana's toned back with the intention of throwing her towards the ropes for an Irish Whip! Sweat fell from her forehead to the canvas as she put what little energy she could muster into the shove! Sumiko would drop down a knee afterwards. She could feel the fatigue weighing on her, catching up to her. If Hana's return trip went as planned, the pint-sized powerhouse would once again stand and plant both bare feet on the canvas as firmly as she could manage. Sumiko would bend forwards and act without thinking. On sheer instinct alone, she'd resort to the basics that they thought in wrestling school and lean forwards in the hopes that Hana would run into her so that she could stand up straight and flip the middleweight over with a Back Bodydrop! Sumiko would clench her teeth and hope for the best as she realized that she was doing what she could manage and not necessarily what was best! Could she dispell Hana's self doubt and still win a proper match with her dear friend, let alone an informal spar? Concern began to creep into her mind as she refused to slow down or stay down in this contest with both women's honor on the line!

[Luncha_Libre]

Hana felt as if she could hardly keep up with Sumiko. The girl was fighting her harder than she had on that beach, and Hana couldn’t help but feel doubt that she could keep up! Hana liked Sumiko, but the last thing that she wanted to do was give up a match, even a sparring match, against an opponent. Hana was already questioning if her victory at the beach had been a fluke, and now here she was, trying and failing to fight back Sumiko!

Hana’s distracted thoughts made her vulnerable, and soon the buxom bodybuilder was flung into the ropes. Bouncing with each step, Hana hit the ropes clumsily, turning and bouncing back. The redhead tried to fight her own mindset to get back in the match, tried to create an opening. She swung hard with her arm, trying the simplest counter she could think of … and she failed! Sumiko dropped well before Hana could complete the lariat, and her toned body fell right into position for Sumiko’s waiting back body drop.

“WHAT?” Hana cried out, as Sumiko hoisted her up. “Noo-aaaugh!” Hana went up and over, hitting the canvas hard. The redhead landed on her back, arching her spine in agony after impact. Chest thrust up to the sky, heaving as she took deep breaths, the bodybuilder couldn’t force herself off the mat. Hana had fallen hard, the air knocked out of her lungs, and now she was a sitting duck.

“G-gotta get up …” Hana told herself, rolling over to her side. Gasping and sweating, Hana could feel her matted hair pressed between her face and the canvas. Things were not going her way, and if she couldn’t get it together, Sumiko was going to get her rematch. And if that happened, what would Hana do? Biting her lip, the redhead pushed herself up to her hands and knees. Her body was trembling with the effort, and she could hardly bring herself up of the canvas, but she had to try. There wasn’t anything in her that would let her simply lie back and accept defeat!

[winner3]

Sumiko was spent. She had managed to dig deep and bust out a classic wrestling move to drop Hana onto her back and slow her down. But the limitations of Dreamer's stamina caught up to her. She was the one that wanted to earn that rematch! She was the one that had something to prove for failing to meet everyone's expectations to best Hana on the beach! So then, if she had all this drive pushing her forwards, why was she collapsing onto the canvas after landing that Bodydrop!

The brunette's ribs and sides ached as her chest met the canvas. The soreness in her sides was a persistent reminder that enduring an all out Bearhug from Hana at the onset of the match and nearly being forced to submit, probably wasn't the soundest wrestling strategy! Sumiko would breathe heavily. Her breath and perspiration diffused into the mats beneath her as she tried to come to her senses. If this was an official bout, the referee would no doubt start a ten count to prompt both women to rise to their feet or else lose the match by knockout. Sumiko wasn't able to see Hana. She had fallen forwards. Her feet were closer to Hana, her head was close to the ropes. She slowly garnered the strength to roll onto her back. Her toned abs visibly tensed to pull her weary frame into a seated position. Her sweat and disheveled hair conveyed just how badly she needed a breather to find her second wind!

By the time Sumiko had sat up completely, Hana had had plenty of time to rise up from her hands and knees. Her buxom surprisingly formidable foe would likely be standing tall once again. And if she were, Sumiko would seek the strength to pull herself forward and crawl towards her.

Dreamer sought to place a hand on Hana's meaty thigh. She'd use that leverage to pull herself up to a kneeling position. Sumiko was visibly spent by this point. She panted heavily as she rested her head against Hana's hips and groin.

"Need to....win....Need to.....prove myself..."

[Luncha_Libre]

Laid out, Hana stared in shock at the lights. This was not where she wanted to be, not right now, not against an opponent like Sumiko. The thought of losing burned in her mind, making it hard to focus on anything else. She beat this girl, she told herself. A real, solid win. If she lost now, she’d be forced to put that pride on the line all over again, and as the younger girl pushed herself harder and harder, Hana wasn’t at all sure she could earn that win again …

Hana tried to pull herself up, flexing her arms, but the stiffness and soreness that pervaded her body won out and they flopped weakly to the mat. Hana let out a defeated moan, wondering if her own burning desire to win this match was her undoing. Had she tried too hard, too early? Was she spent? Did she have anything left to give, at this point?

Hana looked around with bleary, tear-strained eyes. She didn’t see Sumiko before she felt a hand on her thigh, using Hana’s body to get up. Hana took a deep breath, her chest swelling enough to nearly pop off her yellow bikini top, and she placed both hands on her face. Hana’s body tensed as she felt Sumiko’s face slide between her thighs and come to a rest against the tiny yellow fabric of her bottoms. Hana’s face went red, her muscles tensed, and she moaned. It didn’t take long for the bodybuilder to realize that this was going to do her no help, in regaining her focus.

Hana reached down, trying to get her hands on Sumiko’s head. Maybe she could turn this to her advantage, she thought. Barely stifling a groan of effort, Hana raised her legs, trying to lock her thighs around Sumiko’s neck. It was a weak attempt at a headscissor, and it would be easily broken with any real effort, but the bodybuilder had to try something. Hana tensed her legs again, pressing Sumiko’s face against herself … and immediately regretted it. “AH!” Hana gasped, biting her lip, as she pushed Sumiko’s pretty face against her crotch. “Ah … g-give up!” She demanded, trying, and most likely failing, to sound like she was keeping her mind purely on the match!