Harada Hana/Marissa Wiltsure - To Be The Best!

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In her honesty, Marissa wouldn't have stopped had the scenario been different. Had she been before the masses in an official match-up, she likely would have insisted on her next move until told otherwise by an official. It wasn't her job after all.

But given said official was simply not present, and there was no need for an overtly violent display from the plucky Brit, Marissa waited until the okay was given from the downed redhead before continuing. Albeit she did so in rather forceful, abrupt fashion!

"If you say so!" Hands hooking nigh instantly under the insanely firm midriff of her foe, with said grip gained from something of an askew angle, Marissa attempted to use that incredible power of her own to hoist Hana up via gutwrench!

Lowering her soon after, before rearing back fully, in an attempt to throw the redhead up and over her to the other side of the mats!

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Hana bit her lip, even as her head was swimming. She wanted to look tough, but when she thought about it, 'looking tough' usually wasn't her problem. With a well-toned body and killer physique, Hana thought she did generally 'look tough.' It was the difficulty of actually being tough that always seemed to elude her, when she was tapping out or getting pinned or otherwise being humiliated in her matches!

Marissa didn't hesitate to keep things rolling, snapping around to hook Hana's toned body. The speed of it opened Hana's eyes some, shock waking her up. Not quickly enough to evade or counter the coming maneuver, unfortunately.

"Aaah!" Hana cried out, getting hefted into the air with a gutwrench, and slammed hard into the mat. Hana's arms flopped up over her head as she made contact with the mats, the redhead grimacing in pain as she writhed beneath Marissa. "Th-that," Hana grunted, trying to put on a tough voice despite visibly being on the verge of tears, "that all you got?"

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Marissa didn't hold back with that gut-wrench slam, although, she felt as though she should have. Likeable nature of her foe aside, even with the fact that both had stated to go near enough all out, the padding that covered both fighters feet was only a fraction of the thickness on which the two would be dropping one another had the fight been in a ring. But surely enough, Hana had mustered her tough face, even with those watery eyes!

"Oh...I'm not even close!" Marissa muttered, a cocky grin of her own equipped from ear to ear.

And yet, curiously enough, she did not attack. Instead, she merely held her posture on her knees.

Too ashamed herself to admit hoisting a foe with as much size compared to herself, even with her monstrous strength in consideration, had taken it out of her! Whats-more, the gut-wrench suplex itself was far from an easy manoeuvre. There was next to no help from her foe in delivering her slam, nor in lifting her safely. Marissa was now somewhat kicking herself, as she tried to regain a little momentum after effectively deciding to hoist and slam all of Hana's modest figure in deadlift fashion!

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Hana lay on the mat, shoulders heaving as she panted for air. Her soft breasts mushroomed against the mat as she was barely able to push herself up, struggling and failing to get back to at least her knees. The rookie wanted to sound tough, which proved incredibly difficult with the tears threatening to come flowing out of her eyes. Still, however, Hana refused to let herself totally submit.

Glancing up, Hana saw Marissa's cocky grin and expected the worst. However, instead of attacking, Marissa remained on her knees. Hana's heart pounded, her mind racing as to why that would be. Was she milking out the moment? Was she building up to something even worse? Was she simply enjoying the sight of Hana's quivering, barely-covered body?

"Rrrrgh," with a groan of effort, Hana managed to push herself up onto all fours. She stumbled about a foot back from Marissa, instinctively wanting to give some ground to the woman who had just splattered her against the canvas. Hana winced at the show of weakness, knowing it had to make her look even more like prey than she already did. Grimacing, the young bodybuilder shoved herself up, trying to formulate a plan for her next move. However, after the impact of Marissa's powerbomb, the suffering Hana could only collapse backward! Staring up at the lights, Hana's chest heaved and her strong abs contracted, as she fought to catch her breath!

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Given time to breath after that monumental slap, Marissa was close to kicking herself as she watched Hana rise. Was this to be it? The moment the redhead revealed to the spiky haired Brit that all of this was a ruse, and from here on in, it would be all Hana? Baring her teeth as her face contorted, Marissa rose just shy of Hana's own ascent, with her hands coming out before swinging in to form fists in front of her modest bosom. Fists that wouldn't seemingly be needed however, as the redhead had begun to collapse backwards, hitting the thin mats with a resounding thud!

"Errr...you...you okay?" Marissa muttered, again so soon after her last brief check-up on the girl, with only a slam in between. This time however, Marissa did not wait for a answer, given that Hana had only stated less then a minute ago that she was indeed keen to continue this bout. She'd play it careful however, given that this faint itself could have been said ruse by the redhead in order to lure her close, and unload on her. Stepping forward inch by inch, obviously hitting the feet of the red haired beauty first given Hana had fallen backwards, Marissa opted to try and make something of a target out of them as she reached down. Dropping to her own curvy rear, a quick hooking of her own foot, along with an application of pressure on Hana's thick right leg would see a rather nasty heel hook put into place, as Marissa saw fit to see if this redhead was truly capable of continuing!

"Still...with me?!" She'd roar out, giving a sudden painful jerk of that leg in-between her query!

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Hana rose up to full height, glaring daggers at Marissa as she did so. Her body was seething, the muscular young woman tensing up and releasing with every breath. Her shoulders rose and fell, her abdomen clenched and released, her skin grew redder and redder. Right up until the moment that she fell backward!

Staring up at the ceiling, Hana could remember Marissa's face. She could see the concern, maybe even some nervousness in the woman's face as Hana had tried to flex the full power of her body against her. So close, Hana told herself. She could feel it. That was the kind of fire that the Japanese bodybuilder needed to bring to her matches, if she wasn't going to spend her entire career as a pathetic loser! If only she could have followed up on it.

Marissa's words made Hana wince, only realizing then thatrealizing that Marissa had hooked her heel. Hana let out a low, guttural groan as Marissa applied pressure, her spine arching and her upper body thrusting upward in response to the pain. Hana balled her hands into fists, trying to keep herself from instinctively tapping out, and pushed those fists into her face.

"I-I ..." Hana growled, "I'm still here!" The redhead rolled forward, sitting her torso up. Marissa's words, against the worry in her face, seemed to light a fire under Hana. Marissa still had a firm grip of her heel, could still wrench on it and cause Hana no end of agony if she wanted, but the redhead refused to back down. Hana released her fists, and planted her palms firmly against the mat. She stared at Marissa.

"Give me your worst," Hana said, through gritting teeth. She knew she would have to mount a counter, and she studied the ways that Marissa's leg intertwined with her own. Hana had to figure this puzzle out if she was going to escape. She just had to survive long enough to do it!

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Perhaps to her shock though, Hana wouldn't need to search for a method of turning that leg lock against the eager Brit. For the moment Hana spurted out her final line of confidence, Marissa pulled herself back; rolling backwards, releasing that leg of course, as she came back onto her knees. She was still very much carrying out an intent to go all out on this red head with absolutely no restraint, but she needed to figure out but one thing before she did so.

Whether Hana was simply spurting out confident lines for the sake of it.

Closing what distance her rolling motion had made, Hana would find her hair gripped from the side, as Marissa put her rather fine guns to work in hoisting the bodybuilding beauty upright to her feet. If she could do so easily, then half of her question would be answered, given had she been in Hana's shoes, a wild counter in the form of even wilder forearms and elbows would have surely have come.

But if Marissa had managed to come this close without response, her hands would hook from that side point on, giving Hana a mighty squeeze for but a moment as she prepped for yet another lift. Testing those abs, Marissa turned her head just slightly as if to look behind her, before heaving up and back. She gave Hana plenty of chances to show what grit she had throughout her slam, but if Hana was still in a state of whooze, she'd find herself coming straight back towards the canvas, as Marissa opted for a simple yet effective side-body-suplex of sorts!

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Tears were flowing down Hana’s cheeks, as the bodybuilder struggled to keep herself under control. Marissa pulling herself back gave Hana a chance to breathe, and the solidly built young woman took it eagerly. Hana’s ample curves heaved as she took deep, measured breaths. Every inch of her hurt right now, but she couldn’t let herself just fall. Not now, when she had survived so much. To go through that only to get her ass kicked yet again? Hana didn’t know if she could recover from a loss like that, even if it were only in front of herself and her opponent …

“Hnngh!” Hana grunted, as she felt Marissa’s firm arms around her head. The grip woke Hana up, brought her out of her self-pity and misery. Hana felt her body being wrenched upward, which was exactly where she needed to be. The bodybuilder was having no success trying to grapple from her back … maybe being upright was what she needed? As she was getting pulled, Hana opted to go an unorthodox route, pushing herself upward and actually making things easier for Marissa!

Hana got up to her feet, taking a wide stance. She felt her firm body grinding against Marissa’s toned build, and winced. Marissa seemed to shift her grip, and that was the opening that Hana would take. Reaching back with both hands, Hana pulled her arms as wide apart as she could, before bringing them crashing down around Marissa’s ears, looking to stun her with a massive double chop to both sides of the young woman’s head!

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Seemingly bringing Hana back into the realisation that there was still a very serious fight before her, it wouldn't be until Marissa had her larger, bustier foe risen that Hana opted to make her return to the fight. Having taken a side-position next to her foe, Marissa had played somewhat over-confidently; there was next to no reason she couldn't have slipped behind her foe outright, and turned that side suplex into a german variety. But given no time to regret her choices, she could but attempt to duck her head under those widening arms; arms that clamped down on her head regardless of her intent to dodge, given she was far too close!

Yelping out, head swaying backwards as her eyes closed from outright disorientation, Marissa was quickly brought onto the fact that whilst her foe had a rather nonchalant, casual personality, she still had the power to match Marissa. If not overwhelm her!

The plucky Brit bringing back her right foot as she fell back a step to avoid outright tumbling, before her head fell forward; body now in a bent posture, as she tried to soothe some of that headache forming with both hands!

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“Uuugh,” Hana groaned, her strike having hit the mark and disoriented Marissa. It was only a momentary reprieve, though, and Hana knew she was going to have to keep pushing herself if she was going to take advantage of this opening and turn things around. She just had to will her battered body to go through with it!

Hana took a deep breath, her ample chest swelling against her tight bikini top. She narrowed her eyes to focus, trying to push back the pain and move. Marissa fell back a step, but kept herself upright. That was a good thing, Hana thought- Hana didn’t know if she could pick Marissa’s muscular body up, in her current state. So instead, Hana reached her arms out and stepped into the retreating girl.

“Nnngh!” Hana grunted, as she clamped her arms around Marissa’s midsection. Flexing her arms, Hana would clamp down on her opponent. She pulled Marissa flush up against herself, grinding her muscular figure around her sparring partner as she clasped her wrists and locked in a bearhug! The move wouldn’t make Marissa submit, Hana realized, but it was a quick and easy move that would hopefully take more out of Marissa than it would take from Hana to lock in!