A Second Chance

[winner3]

Sumiko could feel Hana's drive. The self-doubt, the fear of losing, fear of failure, those insecurities were things that Sumiko knew all too well. Going into her match with Hana, she was the favorite. A far cry from her current position. Dreamer had been forced into a position where she had to earn her rematch. Because proving she could measure up to Hana, forcing both herself and Harada to elevate themselves as wrestlers and bring out genuine motivation, drive, and self-confidence in one another simply mattered that much to Sumiko! Enough for Sumiko to command her worn body to move! Enough to try to rise such that she could seize the moment and take advantage! She could hear her rival's arm flop lifelessly to against the canvas. She heard the sad, defeated moan that Harada bellowed. It was the type of sound Sumiko would discourage in any opponent. She'd want Hana to keep their eye on the ball, so to speak! No matter the situation!

"Hey, don't you give up! I'm going to earn this rematch! I have to prove myself against you!" Sumiko would gasp as she weakly grasped Hana's toned, cute thighs. It was then that Hana chose to spring into action, as if responding to Sumiko's words and will!

"Agh!" The petite lightweight girl would yelp as Hana took initiative! Using her hands and raising her legs, the bodybuilding bombshell tucked Sumiko's head between her thighs and trapped her in a headscissor hold! It was basic. It was weakly applied. Sumiko could tell that much. Her face rested against the warmth of Hana's crotch. Her nose and mouth flush against those hot, sweaty bikini bottoms and Hana's thighs. Sumiko maintained her grip on Hana's thigh. When Hana demanded her submission in the cutest way possible, Sumiko began to struggle ever so slightly. And that's when it dawned on her.

"Urgh...gah!" Sumiko groaned as she turned her head left and right, no doubt acquainting more of her face and breath with Hana's hips and inner thighs! Hana was quite spent. But equally as important, or perhaps more so, was the fact that she has spent all that time and energy at the onset of the match, laying into Sumiko! And all that damage was finally beginning to add up! Sumiko felt herself trapped in this soft headscissor. Her bent knees would begin to straighten as she fell into a prone position
between Hana's legs on the canvas!

"N-nooo!" Dreamer would protest as she tried to push herself up to all fours, only to fall back onto her toned tummy partway! She'd pant heavily as her bodied began to remember. The pain in her chest from being cleaved by Hana's mighty Lariat, the soreness around her middle from being wrung dry by Hana for nearly a minute, squeezed nearly into submission by her strong, honed arms on that Bearhug! Having been tossed around the ring at the very beginning. Sumiko had always challenged herself and pushed herself to keep moving forward, but what happened when her body couldn't keep up?!

"Nnnngh!" She continued to strain herself as her face turned redder and redder between Hana's thighs. Sumiko had always found Hana attractive. She was dead set on trying her best, but even she could feel her focus slipping. "Have.....to win..." Dreamer would say weakly as her grip on Hana's thigh gave out and her hand fell lifelessly to the canvas!

[Luncha_Libre]

Hana could hear how desperate Sumiko was, through her voice. The girl was clearly determined to win this spar, it very obviously meant everything to her. Hana began to feel a little guilty, as she clamped down her thighs on the girl’s neck, looking down her own curvy body at Sumiko’s figure squirming in the head scissor. Hana looked as her abs and thighs flexed, the toned muscles tensing as she tried hard to hold onto the struggling girl. Hana’s palms were sweating, her shoulders swaying, her breasts bouncing to and fro as she tried to hold onto the submission hold, her little yellow bikini barely keeping itself on as they struggled.

Still, Hana tried hard to keep the hold locked in, and she could see results. Hana could feel her face burning as she held onto the hold, and she watched the fight slowly drain out of her opponent’s body. Hana thought that any minute, now, Sumiko would relent. Would give up, and tap out, and that would be the end of it. The two women would part ways, shake hands, and Hana’s win would be secured. Sumiko’s pretty face got redder and redder, the struggles got weaker, and eventually Hana realized she wasn’t allowing herself to breathe, either.

It was a rookie mistake, and Hana knew that. She had forgotten to make certain that she was breathing along with maintaining the hold, the tension being so great as she struggled against her opponent that she completely lost track of herself. Gasping, Hana finally felt her sweaty palms slip off the mat and her body fell back against the floor.

“Aah,” Hana gasped, “dah … damn!” Hana stared up at the lights, her legs giving up their grip on Sumiko’s head. Hana lay there, with Sumiko’s head between her hot and aching thighs, the two women laid out across the mat. Hana’s chest heaved as she gasped for air. Now, despite Hana’s best effort, it seemed as if the girls might be on a somewhat even footing. It was simply a matter of who could get up, first.

Hana couldn’t believe Sumiko’s will to fight. How was she still in this fight, Hana asked herself. She wondered if she’d ever fought so hard for something, herself. Hana wanted so badly to be seen as a serious fighter, to win her matches, but how many times had she tapped out, or let herself get pinned to the mat, in front of throngs of screaming fans. If there had been a ref, they might have called it here, but Sumiko had never given up. She was still fighting, it seemed. Hana just couldn’t convince her to stay down. Could the redheaded bodybuilder say the same for herself, when it came down to it?

“P-please,” Hana whimpered, tears forming in her eyes as she struggled to lift her head, “d-don’t … don’t stop …” Hana was begging her own body, now, panting for breath as she struggled to lift her head off the canvas.

[winner3]

Had there been a referee present, they'd have opted to check on both women and start a ten count towards a KO, for sure. Sumiko had struggled between Hana's thighs. While suffering in the Headscissor hold, while her necks and face were being squeezed and constricted by those toned, sweaty, voluptuous thighs, Sumiko had looked up and made eye contact. She could scarcely see Hana's bright irises as she looked past that valley of defined abs, and those huge, thinly-veiled, barely contained orbs on her chest! For a moment, all seem lost. Sumiko had accepted that if she was going down here, at least she could go down struggling, fighting towards the very end! She had more than earned Hana's respect by this point. From their last encounter, it was obvious that Dreamer knew how to lose with grace. Her face grew hot. The heat of Hana's impressive thighs rubbing against her frame, their collective body heat rising as they continued to grapple, and as Hana continued to squeeze Sumiko towards what was sure to be a victory by knockout - they provided excellent cover for the torrent of emotions that were making her blush into oblivion: she could feel her attraction to Harada take over as Hana continued to show signs of improving as a wrestler! In very much the same way that Hana had clamped onto her to seal the deal and win with a smother hold in their first match on the beach, Sumiko could feel that Hana had every opportunity to close this thing out here in a similar fashion with this Headscissor hold. Sumiko's eyes fluttered as she approached the brink of unconsciousness...and then suddenly

"Huuuuuu!" Sumiko inhaled deeply as she felt herself released from the hold. There was a split second where she wondered if there really was a referee there overseeing the spar. Perhaps a bystander cut in to stop the match? That would be the closest thing possible to a referee stoppage. Did Hana just win?!

"No...." Dreamer said as she inhaled again, this time more sharply. She could hear Hana wrestling with her own self-doubts once more. She could hear those ragged, uneven breaths. As Sumiko laid there, her head still between Hana's thighs, she began to connect the dots. Hana's frustrations, Sumiko still being alive in this match, the fact that she held on, the fact that the only thing that had kept her in this thing despite Hana having a firm command over this match was her own desire to hang tough and prove herself....perhaps there was still hope. Even if Sumiko had been ragdolled and put on a less impressive performance than she did in their last match, it only takes 3 seconds to win a pro wrestling match!

"Three seconds.....three counts..." Sumiko said to herself as if to push herself and psych herself up. She pressed her sweaty palms against the canvas, beside Hana's hips on both sides. After resting until she was cognizant again, Sumiko would struggle for a few seconds to make it up to her hands and knees. The reality was that Hana was getting better, she was improving as the two fought each other time after time, whereas Sumiko was still the same.

"You're improving....fast...but I...won't get left behind!" Dreamer said to herself as she, in her mind, went for broke! Sumiko would roll forwards, hooking Hana's legs, one with each arm, as she tried to roll through into a Jackknife Pin! Should things go Dreamer's way, she'd land with the balls of her feet above Hana's head! She'd hold a bridge while gripped Harada's calves firmly with her hands as she began to count emphatically, hoping to steal this spar and to finally prove herself worthy of a rematch with Hana!

"ONE....!" Sumiko would shout with all she could muster, hoping to maintain this long enough to get to the next count!

"T-TWO.....!" She'd roar if uninterrupted, as the fabric of her leotard stretched thin, outlining her own toned, petite, muscular frame!

[Luncha_Libre]

Hana lay flat on the mat, keeping her legs around Sumiko’s head. The hold was a tough one to maintain, even if she hadn’t been in the state she was in. Sweat made her entire body shine, her hair matted against her forehead and against her neck. Her little yellow bikini was slick, looking like it was barely hanging in there as her toned body quivered with the effort. Sumiko wasn’t tapping, and Hana knew that if she was going to beat this girl in this spar, she was going to have to knock her out. Hana frowned at the thought, wondering if she was even capable of such a feat again, after what she’d seen from that girl tonight!

Hana’s own body wasn’t able to continue. She released the hold, panting and gasping. Her abs seethed as she struggled to get air back in her body, face reddening with anger and frustration at even her own trained, toned body betraying her. She couldn’t even look over her own heaving breasts to get a good look at Sumiko, having no idea what the girl was about to do. Unfortunately for her, Hana was about to find out …
Hana felt Sumiko breathing over her, before anything happened. Then, she felt the hands firmly grasping her calves, folding her legs up and trapping her against the mat!

“No!” Hana cried out, realizing all too late what was happening. Her legs folded over, her round ass sticking out with bikini bottoms stretched into a little thong, Hana couldn’t even squirm against her fate. Hana’s boobs were squashed beneath her own legs, and she grunted as she tried to push out. Her arms flailed around, weakly. The usual strength in her muscular body was all but spent, with nothing left. Hana poured everything she had into tensing her body and making it listen to her, trying her damnedest to choke the life out of Sumiko and make her tap, and she had left nothing for saving herself.

“Noooonono,” Hana cried, tears running down her face as she realized her rookie mistake. She shook her head in protest, hearing Sumiko count. Hana’s flailing turned into a pathetic, frustrated slapping of the mat. Hana’s bust heaved with sobs, but it was the most movement that she could offer. “P-please … no …” When Sumiko finally counted three, it was official. Hana knew the outcome well before that, however. No matter how much it broke her heart, Sumiko would be the winner of the spar, and now Hana would have to defend herself against this woman again, in very real competition!

Grimacing, Hana closed her eyes. Her arms would flop above her head. Hana just let herself go, letting out one loud sob as she sank into the mat. Hana could only think of her own failure, her own stupidity. Sumiko had beaten her, no doubt, but Hana couldn’t help but feel like she had a part in her own demise this evening, as well, such an empty-headed mistake making her vulnerable to Sumiko’s quick, but well-executed, folding pin!

[winner3]

Sumiko had poised herself to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat! She could feel the fighting spirit leave Hana's frame and body. In truth, it pained her. She wanted to trade blows with Hana when Hana was at her best. When she could feel her rival fighting with every last bit of her determination and spirit! Sumiko had folded Hana up nicely. She closed her eyes and shouted each count. Just three counts and it would be over. She could try and draw out the confidence competitiveness from Hana in their rematch! It went against everything Sumiko stood for to seal the deal here! But if she didn't win this spar, she'd have to accept her place as an even worse wrestler when Harada was when Harada wasn't at %100! The lightweight dynamo was eager to face the best version of Hana that Hana could muster. And as she kept her toned arms hooked around the beautiful, muscly redhead's legs, Sumiko would very unintentionally get her wish!

"THR- WHUP!" Sumiko emphatically yelled out her third count. She was ready to call the match. Hana somehow hadn't found the strength to buck Sumiko off her person! Both wrestlers could feel the coming of Sumiko's impending win! And her ensuing shot at redemption! But just as Sumiko called out the third count, something happened! The sweat on Hana's slick, hard, toned frame had reduced the friction! Sumiko's own wrestling gear was skintight! She might as well also had been wrestling in a top that barely fit and bottoms that covered next to nothing! Of course, no one would ever call Hana out for what she wore! Sumiko certainly never would! But in this instance, she'd be overcome with lamentation and surprise in the pit of her stomach, as the thin fabric of her leotard glided against the slick skin of Hana's abs and bust! Sumiko would let out a deep yelp as her bum slid to the side, right off Hana's person as she tried to sit up fully and say "three"!

"Ah! How did?! Did I slip?!" Dreamer thought aloud as she processed what just happened! Perhaps Hana had the devil's luck against her! Perhaps fate had it such that Hana had to have Sumiko's number and not the other way around! Regardless, Sumiko would find her pin broken, not through the fault of anyone. But simply because Hana's bodacious frame was just that tight and that slick with perspiration!

"I can't believe....No, I can't dwell on it! Hana is trying her best! I've got to try my best!" Sumiko would say as she tried her darndest not to lose heart! The lightweight powerhouse would stagger as she slowly began to lean forwards and attempt to place her palms on the canvas so that she might push herself up! Sumiko just had this thing in the bag. Maybe she could again if she could manage to get over her own disbelief first! She certainly needed a moment. And in that moment, Dreamer could only hope that Hana hadn't yet found the chance to capitalize. Though part of her was hoping that this stroke of luck would awaken the intensity and focus that she knew Hana had deep inside! The same intensity and focus that beat her in their match prior!

"I will earn! That rematch against you!" Sumiko would cry out as she forced herself to push past her fatigue such that she might find her way up to her bare feet!

[Luncha_Libre]

Hana bit her lip and waited for the worst. Sumiko had taken her farther tonight than many opponents ever had, even ones that had beaten Hana soundly, and now there was nothing left in her. She could feel Sumiko’s firm ass planted on her abs, and there was no hope left. Hana looked up, just to see the rise and fall of her sweaty, barely-covered breasts, feeling utterly pathetic and self-pitying. She listened to the count, and choked on a sob. Sumiko had her, the rematch was happening, and what could Hana do about it?

But then … nothing! Sumiko nearly got the third count, before slipping off! Hana’s eyes went wide as she saw Sumiko’s round but slide off her abs and hit the canvas, breaking the pinfall by sheer chance. Hana let her head fall back, staring up at the lights in absolute shock as she realized that the sparring match wasn’t over, yet. Hana let out a breathless laugh, unable to believe her luck. That was a one-in-a-million chance at a save, and only reflected how both women had taken themselves to their limits to try and score the win. If Sumiko couldn’t secure a pin there, then neither of them were assured anything. Hana couldn’t get cocky, but she couldn’t let this opportunity at a second chance just pass her by, either.

“Rrrgh!” Hana grunted as she rolled onto her side, planted her palms on the mat and pushed herself up to her feet. Hana’s body was barely contained in her little bikini at this point, her headband was hanging loosely off her forehead. Hana grabbed the yellow fabric and ripped it off, letting her bright red hair burst free, and she whipped it across the room away from the match. Hana stared at Sumiko from beneath wild, wet hair. She saw the lightweight powerhouse getting up to her feet and knew that the fight was back on.

For a moment, Hana looked a sweaty Sumiko up and down. She felt almost bad. Hana wanted to hold onto this win of hers so badly, so desperately, but she could see the effort that Sumiko was putting into this opportunity. How badly the young girl wanted another chance. Hana was trying to crush that dream, trying to take that opportunity from a young woman who was putting everything she had into getting it. Hana looked over the younger woman’s strong, but tired body, and bit her lip. Hana shook her head, then stepped forward.

Tensing her muscles, from her calf to her glutes, Hana rushed in and turned on the ball of her foot. Hana put all her weight forward, then pivoted. Her rock-hard ass spun around, her body following, rushing toward Sumiko right as the girl would be getting up to her full height. Coming out of the spin, Hana would lash out with one arm, leading in as strongly as she could to lay into Sumiko with a powerful spinning lariat, looking to nearly knock the young girl out of her clinging, sweat-matted clothes and plant her on the canvas! Hana’s chest heaved forward, like her ample bust was acting as ballast, sheer force and momentum carrying her through!

[winner3]

Sumiko would continue trying to push herself up. She pondered aloud, murmuring to herself about how she wouldn't let fate keep her on the back foot against Hana Harada! She was thankful for the chance to make Hana push herself. She was thrilled by the competition! The uncertainty behind whether or not the lightweight dyanamo had bitten off more than she could chew, it drove her! If only it could drive her physically as much as it did mentally and spiritually!

"Huff.... huff..." Sumiko continued to take heavy breaths as she looked up and pushed up to one knee. Even before she looked up, she could feel Hana's gaze. She could feel the torrent of emotions welling up on this brawny babe that she had come to know as a rival and a friend! Hana had defied the expectations of fans and officials alike by upsetting Sumiko and KO'ing her in their match together! And now it was time for Dreamer to earn her chance to show the world she could keep pace with Harada as Harada was coming into her own! Sumiko's muscles visibly tensed as she rose to meet Hana near the center of the ring! She was just one count away from winning this heated, highly competitive spar! And just as she looked up to meet eyes with Hana, Hana spun on the ball of her foot, generating some impressive momentum! A small gust of wind brushed against Sumiko's forehead as she hung her head! She could tell Hana wasn't holding back! No doubt the wind came from Hana's impressive frame, thick backside, and huge chest alike carving through the air to generate force as she spun in place!

"ACH!" Sumiko would cough and sputter as she lunged forward! She kicked against the mat and dashed at Hana, hoping to cut her off and stop the strike. She could see the redhead's curves whip with centrifugal force as Hana got her rotation in! Sumiko relied on her speed to beat Hana out in this exchange. Like most lightweights, Sumiko could normally rely on her mobility to weave her way into and out of a fight where she needed. But after being slammed, squeezed, and lariated in various places around the ring by Hana, the fatigue Sumiko had built up robbed her of any attempt at a counter! Instead, Sumiko dashed right into Hana's discus Lariat, amplifying the impact!

Sumiko wordlessly ate the full brunt of the strike! A small mist of sweat left her head and frame when Hana's defined bicep met her modest chest! Sumiko would be flipped backward, rotating past 180 degrees to land on her stomach in an impressive display if strength from the bodybuilding middleweight! Dreamer would be left laid out on her stomach! Her arms and legs extended, her eyes open, yet practicality glazed over! The same way Hana's bikini top had somehow miraculously hung on throughout this high-impact spar, Sumiko had somehow hung on up until this point despite enduring some hefty haymakers! But unlike Hana's top, Sumiko's tenacity wasn't miraculous.

She clutched her fist against the canvas whilst she was face down! It was all she had the wherewithal to do at this very moment! Despite lacking the strength to rise or the awareness to even know where Hana was after having her clicked cleaned, Sumiko was doing all that she could to simply hang on long enough to get a chance to fight back!

[Luncha_Libre]

Hana put everything she had into the lariat, letting out a loud cry as it connected and both women fell to the canvas. While Hana just fell onto her front, however, her body smacking against the mats, Sumiko flipped wildly and came down on her belly. Pushing herself up to her hands, struggling, Hana turned to see Sumiko’s pert ass sticking up, saw her fist clenching in frustration. Hana’s eyes widened. This could be a sign of weakness in poor Sumiko. Hana knew she had to capitalize if she was going to make it out of this spar.

Still, the thought of it was difficult. Sumiko had fought so hard for this, and breaking her heart with a defeat made Hana pause. Still, the redhead told herself, she couldn’t just let Sumiko beat her, and have a chance at defeat her officially, could she? Hana let out a groan as she pushed herself up to her hands and knees, then up to her feet. Hana’s body was barely contained by her straining bikini, now, her sweat-shined skin glistening in the gym lights, highlighting every muscle as she gasped for air. She steadied herself, firm glutes tightening with the effort. Hana looked down at Dreamer’s tight young body, hurting but still powerful, and knew that she might have to pull out all the stops, here.

Stepping wide, Hana loomed over Sumiko. Hana stepped over the girl’s head, so that Sumiko’s shoulders would be between her feet. Hana then bent at the waist, wrapping her arms around Sumiko’s slender waist. Then, Hana bent at the knees, and started pulling Sumiko up off the mat. Hana grunted as she did so, face pressed against Sumiko’s ass, her breasts pressed firmly into Sumiko’s back. Hana’s muscles strained with the effort, but the bodybuilder and model would peel Sumiko’s tired figure off the canvas and whip her into the air.

With a mighty cry, Hana would whip Sumiko up toward the sky, trying to pull her head up and over. Gritting her teeth, Hana wouldn’t give Dreamer much hangtime, instead hurling Sumiko forward and trying to drive her into the canvas with a mighty powerbomb! Hana would take one step forward before driving Sumiko down with the big move. If she could pull it off, if Sumiko didn’t reverse or escape her before then, Hana would just roll over her. Hana’s plan was to roll poor Sumiko up, ass in the air and shoulders on the floor, with her own body pressed up against the girl to try and finish this with a statement-making pin … assuming she wasn’t too tired to hold on to it, of course!

[winner3]

To say that Sumiko had been thrown for a loop was an understatement! She had always tried to succeed against bigger, stronger women and goes in spite of her own size, or lack thereof. When her pint-sized stature worked against her, it usually did so to great effect! And her semiconscious state on the canvas of this practice ring, butt sticking in the air was all a testament to that! Hana had out-muscled her good and well! And despite her rival's reservations and misgivings, Harada only needed a moment's pause because she could make good on Dreamer's wishes and give her all she could handle and more!

"*pant.....pant*" Sumiko exhaled deeply as she struggled to begin lifting herself to all fours. She could barely see what was in front of her, but she could make out the shadow or the taller wrestler. She could feel the presence of Hana looming over her. Harada managed to steel herself. The light reflected off of and accentuated every curve and muscle that was tensed on that bodacious frame! Sumiko began to paw at Hana's shins. And as she did, Harada leaned forwards and hugged her torso. Those defined biceps hugged the petite wrestler's tight waist! The friction of Sumiko's sweaty hands and knees being pried off the mats beneath them made a distinct sound! Like a squeegee that was peeling debris off a windshield, Hana managed to pull Sumiko right off the canvas in a strong, fluid motion!

Sumiko felt Hana's massive, barely-contained bust against the small her back! She blushed as Harada let out a battle cry and whipped her high up off the canvas and into the air! For just a moment, Sumiko was sitting on Hana's defined shoulders. Her head and hair whipped forwards when all that upwards momentum came to a halt! Hana stepped forwards mightily, triumphantly! For the first time since meeting her, Dreamer could tell that Haha was wrestling her with full conviction! As Hana stepped forward to generate more momentum, as Sumiko's upper back met the ground below, she could feel it- the energy and the resolve coming from Hana. As if she had succeeded in pushing the redhead out of her shell and to the next level! And Hana's "next level" completely plastered Sumiko!

That weightless sensation she felt at the apex of the Powerbomb came to a screeching halt! Sumiko was slammed with such force and momentum which was aided by the difference in size, that the impact would have had her bounce a few feet away if Hana hadn't followed up! Hana rolled Sumiko up tightly! Her glutes perked up and faced the ceiling, her legs flexed and spread apart, her hands likely holding the backs of Sumiko's thighs firmly in place to keep Dreamer's shoulders down and the pin secure! Sumiko was folded up completely! Her own toned bum was kept in place by the force of Hana's bust bearing down on it! Harada's head poked between her thighs! Should Hana make eye contact with a deflated Sumiko, she'd notice Sumiko's eyes practically completely glazed over! The lightweight seemed all but done for! All that seemed to be left was Hana's count!

[Luncha_Libre]

Standing was getting harder and harder with every passing moment. Hana could feel her muscles throbbing as she loomed over Sumiko, and commanding herself to keep going was getting more and more difficult. Bust heaving for breath, Hana’s tiny bikini was barely able to contain her as she bent over Sumiko, pressed hot flesh to the girl’s body, and hefted her up for a powerbomb that would have all of her weight and power behind it!

For a brief second, Hana could feel Sumiko’s thighs around her neck, making her cheeks burn bright red. Hana’s core was seething, and her buns were flexed harder than steel. She let the girl have just a moment before she brought her down, but when she did she did so with her full weight. Hana practically collapsed on top of her rival, her body shuddering as the impact rocked through them both. Hana tucked herself tight over Sumiko, at first with her eyes closed tight. Hana’s body was glistening with sweat, her hair matted against her forehead and neck, and it was taking everything she had to keep herself on top.

“ONE!” Hana shouted, tucking herself snugly against Dreamer’s body. She chanced one open eye, though she was still disoriented. Hana could see her own impressive breasts smothered flush against Sumiko’s toned ass, Sumiko’s legs spread eagle as Hana folded her up. Her eyes traveling up, she saw Sumiko’s face and the glazed look in her eyes.

“TWO …” Hana called out, looking for a reaction from Sumiko. This had been the fight of Hana’s life, and now it looked like it was about to be over. Still, her broad and muscular shoulders were tense. Her legs and glutes flexed as she pressed her body into Sumiko, to secure the pin. The younger girl’s smaller but powerful frame was tight, strong, despite seeming limp at the moment. Hana knew all too well that Sumiko’s strength could explode out at any moment. This sparring match had been a testament to that. The fight of her life, and it hadn’t even been in a LAW ring! Sumiko had cared enough about this sparring match, that this was how far she was willing to take it. This was how much of herself she was willing to give …

“Th-three …” Hana said, unless Sumiko finally bucked her off. Hana would do her best to hold on, riding Sumiko down to the end, keeping herself tucked tightly against the younger girl for as long as she could, but Hana’s furrowed brow and the questioning look in her eyes betrayed that she was feeling conflicted about how she was getting this pin, and the lengths she was taking herself and her opponent to get it ...