Harada Hana/Marissa Wiltsure - To Be The Best!

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In hindsight, there were better ways from which Marissa could try and escape the hold. Given her durability, combined with stubbornness and desire to prove herself better than the redhead, she could have likely tanked the move for a lengthy period of time for one, before seeking an escape in the form of Hana simply giving up on the move. Such a idea would pale in comparison to the most obvious, and smartest choice of escape mind, which was to simply reach back and hook the powerful legs of the bodybuilder as they stayed to Marissa's side, wrenching and wrenching away.

Still, she could hardly complain, for the spar itself was not only a time to test her skill, but add to her repertoire, making somewhat of a small mental note on the idea for escaping a boston crab the next time her figure falls victim to one.

But her focus would remain on the match at hand, pulling her legs free, forcing her frame to her knees frighting quickly, before it became apparent the stretching and bending motion forced upon her legs had turned them somewhat jelly like. Tilting her head, luckily spotting that Hana was out of range of seizing the advantage on her jelly-like frame, Marissa did what she could to shimmy round; locking her hands to the redheads sides to try and keep her there.

From there, if the motion fully returned to her powerful thighs, she'd try to transition herself up to her feet, leaning on Hana and supporting her frame as she did so, whilst still holding onto her!

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Hana shook her head as she tried to recover, surprised that Marissa managed to escape her hold. "Keep it together, Hana," she told herself, trying to keep her head in the fight. Marissa was a tough girl, aggressive, and could easily start putting the hurt on Hana again, if she let her guard down.

"H-hey!" Hana said, going wide-eyed as she felt Marissa's arms wrap around her. The bodybuilder struggled and squirmed in Marissa's grip, feeling the powerful woman snug behind her, Hana's panic making it too difficult to pry herself free.

After a moment of this, letting Marissa's body keep her in place, Hana could feel the transition. Marissa was going upright, her firm body having shimmied around Hana's own, keeping Hana down while Marissa herself was getting up.

"Let go," Hana said, sounding a bit panicked, as she tried to pry Marissa's hands off of her. Sweat was forming on the bodybuilder's brow, as she realized she had no way to get the leverage she would need to free herself from Marissa. "Oooh, nono ..." Hana whispered, realizing that her opponent was back in control. Hana's eyes darted side to side, hoping she could react effectively to whatever Marissa would throw at her, next!

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With the always advantageous position gained of having an opponents back to ones front, Marissa's cocky grin grew yet again as her figure rose, gaining a little height on the redhead as her modest chest pressed every few seconds into Hana's long red locks. Her hands sliding up with her as the spiky haired middleweight rose, Marissa curiously began to bring her legs far back, not in the efforts of preparing a knee nor otherwise, but preparing her leverage for the move to come.

"Got you!" She'd snarl, trying to wrap those arms under and around the body of Hana fully, briefly waist-locking the redhead tight against her, seemingly preparing for either a monumental squeeze or even more so-powerful lift. In truth, however, she was considering neither. What she was considering however, was the natural response of Hana to bring her own arms low and try to snag Marissa's biceps apart before they even hooked. If Hana's mitts did do such a natural response, the Brit would reveal her true intention as her arms instead came straight up.

Up, and around the biceps of her foe, before looking to sync around Hana's head! Hands pressing and interlocking right into that scalp, as Marissa sought a full nelson!

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Hana was glad that Marissa couldn't see her face, even if she was nervous about having her back to the woman. At leas this way, Marissa couldn't see Hana's eyes widen in terror, her mouth hanging open slightly as she anticipated the very worst. Marissa's hands were sliding up Hana's toned, curvy body, with Hana powerless to do anything but quiver in fear as Marissa got a handle on her.

Hana leaned her toned body back, into Marissa. She wanted to seperate the fighter's arms from her, create an opening so that she could scramble away. Anything to spare her the pain that was surely coming. Unfortunately, it seemed Marissa was ready for her, as she snapped the lock on.

"AAH!' Hana screamed, when Marissa exclaimed and locked the hold in tight, on her. Marissa went into a full nelson, trapping Hana's arms uselessly over her head and compressing her shoulderblades into one another. "Nooo~" Hana whined, kicking her legs and flailing her arms pitifully. The girl was strong, but had little idea how to move her body- she was totally trapped in Marissa's grip, now!

Now, Hana could only flail in futility. The buff young woman writhed in Marissa's grip, her feet slapping the mat. Hana's head shook in protest, fear overtaking her as her body waited- dreader- whatever was going to befall her next!

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Locking tightly, fingers sharing space as Marissa restrained the possibly stronger figure with her own insane might, the Brit kept her toned front close to the redheads as she sought to wrench that hold; shaking Hana one way then the other, both dazing her via that forced head jostling, and outstretching those beefy bodybuilder arms! Not at all in distaste of the girl enough to trash talk Hana as she held her, Marissa simply focused on working the hold; trying to ensure that all further power games between the two would be in her favour, what with the red haired beauty ideally rubbing her arms at the sockets for the rest of the encounter.

But not simply opting to continue working the hold until an inevitable escape, or she simply became too tired to hold on, Marissa would forcefully lean back; stabbing her powerful midriff into Hana's bare back, as she tried to make the redhead get up off her knees, and onto her feet!

The height difference highlighted however, as Marissa now forced Hana to lean back into her just to keep that nelson locked!

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Hana squirmed and struggled, as Marissa locked in the hold. Blushing red, Hana couldn't believe she was so totally trapped in Marissa's arms. Her bright red hair swung around her face as she shook her head in protest, trying to deny what was happening to her, in that moment.

Hana tried to flail her way out of the hold, but lacked the experience to make it work. Her shoulderblades were grinding together, making her moan in pitiful discomfort. Hana winced, her arms flexing against Marissa's without any chance of escape.

"AH!" Hana squealed, when she felt Marissa shifting her grip. She felt Marissa's midriff smack into her own toned back, making the bodybuilder arch her spine and buck forward. Hana stood up, her legs kicking out desperately, her toned legs flopping around a bit before she wound up back on her feet. Marissa leaned back, keeping Hana trapped, while bending her body backward.

Now, Hana could only imagine how pathetic she must look. The toned young woman was bending herself backward, arms trapped and useless. Hana's ample chest was thrust forward, starting to get pulled back by gravity and obscure her blushing face. Hana's chiseled abs clenched and released, as Hana breathed hard to endure the draining hold she was trapped in!

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With Hana now upon her feet, Marissa's brute strength could only do so much. Even without the fact Hana was strong as hell herself, if not mightier than the spiky haired Brit, all she had to do to disrupt the smaller figures grip was wiggle side to side, until holding on simply became too much of an issue! But not at all intending to simply bring her foe to her feet to allow her to struggle, Marissa held on tight a moment as she flexed those arms to the point of suffering, all the while making her intentions for her next assault apparent.

"Now to go..down just as quick...as I got you up!" Roaring confidently with a smug grin to her face, Marissa forced her toned frame hard against the upper half of her taller, bustier foe in an attempt to make Hana bend a little bit forward.

Right before suddenly rearing back, and switching that submission attempt into a throw at a moments notice. Or more specifically, a suplex; a dragon suplex!

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Despite the fact that there was no audience her to see Hana getting tossed around like a ragdoll, her cheeks still flushed with humiliation. Her arms were flailing around pitifully, her well-muscled body useless to end this torment. Hana could feel tears forming, starting to run down her cheeks as it sank in how hopeless her situation was. Hana reached out, but for what? There were no ropes for a break, no way to stop Marissa from dominating her.

"Ah!" Hana cried out, as Marissa roared threats into her ear. Hana's eyes widened as she felt her body forced forward, throwing her off balance, making her even more powerless against the dominant British woman.Hana's body lurched forward, and was then tossed up and backward!

"NO!" Hana cried out, the suplex doing its job and flinging her backward! Hana didn't cry out as her head hit the mat, but the tears finally broke free of her eyes. The bodybuilder went limp, her muscular form going a bit soft as her legs limply flopped over her body, dangling in the air. A pained, full-body spasm was the only answer, as Hana's body went limp, almost lifeless.

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Driving her foes top half up and over, Marissa was quick to act upon the scenario, much as she would had their encounter been one before the masses in a packed out arena. But to her surprise, in place of a stirring, groaning foe, she found one near devoid of all motion entirely! The sight alone even bringing the usually heard-hearted Marissa to a standstill, as she halted all movement of her own once she had come to her knees.

"Erm...H..Hana?" Her right hand extended, she'd raise a finger, poking at the muscular arm of the redhead. The padding of the gym wasn't much, but Marissa didn't believe it to be enough for her to stifle her powerful throws and suplexes without concern for the girl. Or so she thought, as her head now scanned around the room, curious if anyone had seen what occurred!

"You..you still there?"

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Hana lay flat on the mat, her body in absolute agony. Everything felt a bit dark, and Hana found her body not terribly responsive. If this had been a match, Hana knew that she could very easily have been covered and finished off, by now. Already being sent back to the locker room with another shameful defeat. The thought burned at her.

"Uuurgh," Hana moaned, finally starting to move. Her body flexed, and she twitched as Marissa prodded her arm. "D-damn," Hana growled. She started to push herself up. Marissa's concern was kind, kinder than Hana would have expected from an opponent, but it only added to her shame. Hana felt like a child, unable to keep up in the ring. Not like the athletic, powerful warrior she knew she should be!

"I-I, I'm fine," Hana groaned, pushing herself up to all fours. "God, I g-gotta learn to take a hit!" Embarrassed, the redheaded bodybuilder looked up at her opponent. "K-keep it coming," she said, louder, "I can take it!"