Ingrid Fuentes Vs. Anna Harris - Rising Talent

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Well versed in transitional holds despite appearing otherwise dense, Anna was quick to smile at her success as she fell atop the beauty; her side to Ingrid's waist, as her hands quickly came up. Looking not for the beauties head nor waist, the arms themselves would shoot suddenly to Ingrid's own wrists. Grunting, Anna would attempt to pin them above the beauties head, or rather either side of it, exerting what strength she could in an effort to keep her nasty foe restrained!

"Gh..count her ref!" Roaring, as she seemingly attempted to pin those shoulders for a win before the match even truly begun!

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"One!" Yelled the referee as she rushed to the side of the two large women, falling to the mat and slapping it once for the count, but that one was far as she was going to get. Ingrid growled and when the referee's hand came up for a second count, the mocha-skinned woman bent her body up, breaking the pin before the referee could get another count off.

"Get OFF!" She screamed at Anna, in hopes that her fury could intimidate the younger woman as she broke the pin, and hopefully give her the time to get away from her.

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Strength against strength, one would believe Anna might of in fact had the early win here in the bag, given that she had now added leverage alongside weight into the mix. biceps flexing as she seemed determined to put away Ingrid before the beauty could make her feel worse. Her weight too high upon the beauty to add anything in terms of restraint to the rest of Igrid's figure, it was a surprise to no-one besides Anna when her pink-haired foe bridge, shifting Anna's momentum off her.

"Gh..come here!" She'd mutter, too focused on gaining something of revenge on Ingrid after those harsh opening words to take the woman's powerful scowl into effect. On the ground though, her speed would be reduced, as she was resorted to attempting to rapidly crawl after the beauty on all fours, hand weakly lashing at her foes leg in vain attempt to establish grip!

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When Anna shifted off of Ingrid, the pink-haired mistress sat up, scowling at Anna and looking quite annoyed. She had let Anna gain an early advantage, but inwardly she vowed that it wouldn't happen again.

Anna grabbed at Ingrid's leg, and Ingrid decided to answer in kind. She scowled and lashed out with her leg. She thrust her foot towards Anna's face, kicking out at the woman with her ornate boot, hoping to either smash it right into the green-haired girl's face or get her to back off, either one of the two.

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"Yeh..Gotcha! Oh.." Murmuring out somewhat comically as her foe simply raised her other leg as any fighter with common sense would, Anna of course released her grip. She pretty much had to, given the boot of her foe had just made acquaintance with her noggin. Rolling along the mat as her hands held her forehead, apparently blissfully unaware of how close she was to a broken nose or bruised eye, space was soon made between both beauties. With time and then some given to her opponent as Anna writhed in seemingly over-reaction, the crowd itself began to seemingly turn upon the Australian, as one kick apparently put her on the track to another loss!

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Ingrid was quick getting back up as Anna rolled away. The tall Latina hurried to her feet, looking down at the aching Anna with scorn in her eyes. This was pathetic. Anna might have gotten the early advantage over her, but Ingrid still couldn't believe that this woman was her opponent. It almost sickened her.

She stepped towards Anna and leaned down, and reached out with both hands. She went to take a nice, thick handful of Anna's green hair in each hand, and with a hellacious yell she began to pull and jerk and yank. She wanted Anna on her feet again and she would get her back up no matter what!

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Hands to her face, you'd be forgiven for believing Anna was in-fact crying into her hands, given that the crowd had yet to see the beauties face the moment that kick had landed. She wasn't crying of course, albeit came dangerously close to. A kick to the face when your unprepared tends to do that after all.

"You're...so..." Muttering half to herself and half to her foe, despite said mutters being at a volume barely audible, Anna found her hands quickly peeling off her cheeks back to the floor, as she was forced to push herself up. Either that, or she'd risk going bald; as Ingrid seemed to desire such, yanking the beauty up to her knees and beyond, the force of which alone was making Anna's eyes clench shut in pain!

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Ingrid didn't reply as she pulled Anna back up to her feet. She didn't care about answering the girl's words. She was more interested in winning this match, and if it meant making the little baby cry in the process, then so be it.

Once she had Anna standing, Ingrid would then try to show off some of her strength. She reached out, a hand on Anna's shoulder and another going lower for her crotch. She would then try to lift Anna off of her feet, and fall forward into a powerslam, trying to drive the younger woman into the mat and bring her bigger, heavier body down on top of her!

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Anna had surprising strength herself for such a robust, busty but muscle-less figure, but it of course did not give her any defence in the form of being slammed herself. Such became apparent, as her powerful foe quickly took to hoisting the beauty up, before slamming her right down, all without a inch of resistance from the green haired beauty. Of course, she wanted to resist, but a lack of motion on her part combined with watery eyes obviously made such a task easier said than done.

To make matters worse, Ingrid made absolutely no attempt to avoid landing atop of her. Anna's giant chest mushrooming even further as a result of her foe pancaking her frame, the busty Aussie could but yelp out; completely in agony now, all thanks to the simple inability to block a head kick!

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The tall and buxom pink-haired Latina fell onto Anna, lying atop of her with a smirk on her face. Her own giant chest pushed down against Anna's, as Ingrid adjusted her position, so that she could whisper towards Anna's ear.

"You have one chance. Lie there, and don't move. Disobey me, and...well..."

Her words hung in the air like an unspoken threat, as she moved her hands to Anna's shoulders, pushing them against the canvas in a sort of makeshift pin. The referee rushed over and dropped down, and began to count, Ingrid making her own early attempt at ending the match quick. "One!"