Harada Hana/Marissa Wiltsure - To Be The Best!

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With her hands high, disorientation still apparent, Marissa was the very definition of vulnerable, her figure yelping as Hana clutched onto her hips, yanking her close. Bringing her arms down in an effort to try and somewhat stifle Hana's attempt at a grapple, Marissa's attempts to stop what she suspected would be a lift or otherwise was never needed, as Hana opted for a simpler option than suplexing the Brit.

Namely, squeezing!

"GHH!" A good deal of breath forced out of her as Hana's arms suddenly pulled in tight, Marissa's frame would interlock near perfectly with the bodybuilders own. Abs grinding over one another, Marissa would not be what she deemed 'immature' enough to blush at the fact Hana's great bust was mashing into her own petite set rather firmly. If anything, Hana's chesty nature only made the squeeze more effective, as those thick orbs of hers pressed Marissa's ribs for space!

Hands latching to Hana's might biceps, clenching and pushing, Marissa tried to bare through the pain of that tight squeeze, with her disorientation from a moment ago coming back given the pressure on her lungs!

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“Rrrrrgh,” Hana growled, not out of aggression but mostly out of an effort to keep herself ‘in the game.’ Her toned body was grinding hard against Marissa’s own well-build frame, skin heating under the combination of body heat and friction. Sweat formed on Hana’s brow, and her aching body was threatening to give out on her if she lost focus for a moment!

Hana felt the pinch of her generous breasts squeeze against Marissa’s chest, feeling the pushback of her ribs. Hana felt Marissa’s hands grip her biceps, trying to alleviate some of the pressure of their bodies in tight contact. However, Hana wasn’t quite ready to give that up, just yet.

“Nnngh,” Hana moaned, as she bent her knees slightly. Tucking her hips forward, Hana shifted her grip and tried to lift Marissa upward. She slid Marissa up her body, sweat and oil helping her attempt to slide the young woman up her body. Hana would try to get the squirming Brit up to the point where Marissa’s chest would be eye level. If Hana could manage that, she’d be ready for the next step of her plan.

Shifting her weight, Hana stepped forward, then brought her own body down into a lunge position: on one knee, her other foot stepped forward with her thigh propped upward. She would then drop Marissa’s body, attempting to drive Marissa’s tailbone into her knee with an atomic drop!

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Slowly but surely with the disorientation fading, Marissa mustered some of her own strength in the form of a mightier push; one that seconds ago, might have alleviated some of the pressure on the busty redheads tight embrace. But given Hana had now committed herself to the manoeuvre, and was utterly squeezing the cries from her British foe, Marissa's grip was forced to play a rather poor game of catch up.

A game she quickly lost, as her larger foe soon opted to hoist her up!

Believing herself about to be victim to a prolonged elevated version of that body crushing hug, Marissa doubled down on her efforts to push free, all the while raising her legs. Pressing her thighs into either side of her foes hips as her toes dangled downwards, Marissa attempted to alleviated some of the extra pressure from being hoisted off her feet, as she kept her frame upright to avoid an arching of her spine. But whether Marissa's hearty attempts to push free from that body crushing hug would have been successful was remain to be seen.

Given Hana opted to show Marissa the real reason for her being hoisted so high. Namely, to put a metaphorical crack in her tailbone!

Body shivering as it collided with that muscular leg of her foe, Marissa's back and head arched back both, falling in the woman's grip as her arms spasmed to her side. The body shaking effect of that leg hitting a sweet spot evident, as Marissa released a rather sharp yelp!

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Hana grunted and groaned with desperation as she fought to get Marissa up into position for the atomic drop. She could feel the British girl straining against her, trying to push her off. Still, Hana knew she couldn’t relent. She held fast, her muscular figure grinding even harder against Marissa’s as she strained to get her into position. Everything was swimming around Hana’s head, exhaustion and pain taking their toll on her body. Finally, as soon as the redheaded bodybuilder got her foe where she wanted her, Hana would bring her down hard in a deeply satisfying atomic drop!

“Gahh!” Hana gasped, as she felt Marissa’s tailbone come slamming down on her knee. The bodybuilder’s toned leg barely jiggled under the impact, but Hana winced as she felt Marissa shiver. The fighter seemed to catch all of the blow, yelping into Hana’s ear. Hana knew she wasn’t done quite yet, however.

Letting Marissa settle on her leg a moment, Hana flexed her impressive shoulders. The bodybuilder took a deep breath, making her ample chest swell and press against Marissa for a moment as she gathered her strength. Everything was so much harder than usual, right now, but adrenaline was firing in the back of Hana’s head. Adrenaline, and desperation. She had to complete the sequence she planned, she told herself, or she might end up knocking out on the canvas yet again!

Hana shifted her grip, fastening a hand around her wrist firmly and pulling Marissa back flush against her body. Taking another deep, body-swelling breath, Hana pushed herself up off her knee. Lifting Marissa with her legs, Hana tried to sharply yank the girl up into the air.

Hana’s glutes flexed, tensing as she twisted herself at her hip. The motion was rapid, a sharp reversal of her body which would see Hana swing the both of them around, if she could manage it. Biting her lip, Hana summoned all her strength, and tried to transition her atomic drop into a hard, belly-to-belly suplex that would plant Marissa hard onto the mat! Tears of effort were flowing from Hana’s eyes, as she attempted to throw Marissa around and squish her opponent’s body between her own firm figure and the unforgiving ground!

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Sat on her foes lap as if she herself was a child, Marissa felt somewhat stupid given the free shots and chances she had given her foe. Not that Hana had asked for them, mind.

But now, with legs straight from ache and hitting the floor, Marissa would visibly strain herself just to raise her hands back to her foes shoulders. Of course by then, the stacked redhead had already taken upon herself the act of further ruining Marissa's frame. At first believing herself to be hoisted up for yet another constricting bearhug, Marissa latched her hands to Hana's own massive biceps, as she took a hefty breath. Head to her side and down, eyes on that grip, the toned Brit could but shake and groan as she tried to part Hana's arms, unaware of course that the redhead had little intent on holding on for much longer.

A heavy gasp later, and Marissa would instead find out what her redheaded foe was intending. Their figures in motion in a rather quick one-eighty, Marissa's firm grip upon those massive arms would be exchanged for the flailing of arms, as her midriff and chest were briefly pulled all the tighter against Hana to make that splash that came with said suplexes all the more effective!

Back hitting the canvas first, Marissa let loose a hefty groan as she felt the air fall from her lungs; that toned redhead laying atop of her even still after crashing her down to earth, with Marissa's head falling back after quite the ached roar!

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“Grrrraah!” Hana let out a fierce cry as she swung Marissa through the air and drove her into the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex! The impact made Hana’s body rock against Marissa, the impact seeming to drive the air from the British woman’s lungs. After the impact, Hana would brace her hands on the mat, pushing herself up slightly. Her ample chest hovered just inches above Marissa, while rivulets of sweat ran down her curves.

Hana couldn’t believe the impact of the move, the power with which she’d been able to throw Marissa down. Hana could feel a tingling sensation in the back of her neck, a rush of adrenaline as she realized that this was the first time she’d really demonstrated her power in wrestling. Now, if she could only pull off something like that in a real match!

Hana shook her head, knowing that train of thought was only a distraction. She could still win this spar, if she didn’t get in her own head. She had to get back to work.

Marissa seemed stunned, her roar of pain having echoed in Hana’s ears. Hana tried to act quickly, rolling the British woman to her side. Hana sidled up behind her, wedging a foot beneath Marissa’s waist. Hana would try to slide that toned leg beneath her opponent, then clamp the other leg around her from the other side! If Hana could lock that in, she would roll onto her back, wrap her arms around Marissa’s neck, pull Marissa’s toned figure against her body to trap her in a rough sleeperhold leg scissor combination!

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Figuring, and somewhat praying that movements by Hana would be for nothing but to push free of the mattress that was her toned frame, Marissa did not even muster any feasible defence whilst the redhead shuffled and jostled. In truth, she couldn't do much anyway, given the state of her own body; the combination of aches put upon her frame the moment Hana wrapped her up having done a number on her breathing, to say the least!

Eyes opening slowly after being stuck in a clenched state, Marissa's floppy arms could but slap and wack upon the frame of Hana, as she tried to prevent the redhead from obtaining an easy escape from atop of her. Unaware of course, that Hana wasn't even seeking space. If anything, she was making sure Marissa had absolutely none, as that massive bicep clenched around her neck, with legs soon joining the fray downstairs!

"GCKKK...!" Hands suddenly coming alive, Marissa's right would shoot out to the sky as if it were a rope, whilst the other latched onto that grip. Her legs pushing against the mats to absolutely no avail, as the redheads crushing combination combined with her general body weight versus Marissa's current state meant the Brit couldn't do anything more but flail!

One eye shutting near enough straight away, whilst the other clenched halfway, as she spluttered and cried for what breath she was allowed!

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“Hhhgn …” Hana groaned, as she locked in the sleeperhold. “Hhhgn! G-got … you …” Hana flexed her arms, wanting to lock Marissa as tightly against herself as she could. Hana had to admit that Marissa’s toned, muscular figure felt good against her own. She engulfed the young British woman, squeezing her for all she was worth. However, it was all for a purpose. A desperate, desperate attempt to secure a win!

Hana looked downward, watching Marissa’s arms carefully. Having taken a fair amount of punishment from those powerful limbs, Hana dreaded Marissa getting enough leverage to launch a counter blow. Hana’s body tensed, her arms and thighs tightening around Marissa as she flinched, anticipating pain.

However, Marissa’s flailing limbs didn’t seem to find the redhead. The British striker was in a panic now, it seemed, reaching out for a ring rope she was never going to find. Hana took a sharp breath, as she realized that she had Marissa at her mercy, now! A surge of adrenaline shot through Hana, she took a deep breath that forced her chest to mushroom heavily against Marissa’s back, hot and wet with sweat. Hana’s legs flexed and clenched, clamping down around Marissa’s body.

“Hgghn,” Hana grunted, leaning her face away from Marissa, “only one way out, Marissa! Do you submit?” Hana’s look had been determined and fierce when she started the hold. However, seeing Marissa suffer in the hold, hearing her cries, softened her demeanor. She hoped that Marissa would offer her submission, not just from a desire to end this, but for the fear that her increasing reluctance might lead to her opponent’s escape!

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The more the hold went on, the more Marissa felt a fool. Numerous encounters within the spar were somewhat left unpounced upon by the Brit, with Marissa's kind if rarely seen side ensuring that Hana was never under any great danger when she showed signs of tears or more. Now, though, Marissa could only kick herself. Was the redhead putting all those moments on? Or was it simply one too many screw-ups that let a woman who previously wept in the encounter to finally seize the moment on the Brit?

Either way, it was Marissa's fault, she deemed, and right now, there was next to nothing she could do about it.

The strength of the women was somewhat equal, if equally drained, but right now, a fully locked hold was simply not something Marissa could bust free from. She could perhaps weaken that bicep, enough to slip free or even latch onto a hand to issue that full break, but what would her end condition be?

Not good, she imagined. And Marissa knew it. With a haze descending upon her vision, and all of the numerous gym lights soon appearing as one, Marissa was left with but one option. Her raised hand, having never found a rope that simply didn't exist, now had a clenched fist at the end of it. Closing her eyes and tensing her figure as best she could, Marissa was putting all of her hope in staying in this encounter on one final elbow shot to Hana's curvy side, as she prepared to rear the sharpest part of her arm back as hard as she could muster.

Only, said elbow strike never came. Instead, the other bicep-clenching arm of the Brit seemingly acted on its own, as Hana felt numerous if soft taps upon her arm.

Signalling Marissa gave up.

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Hana clung to Marissa for dear life. Like a drowning woman with a life preserver, Hana clenched her every powerful muscle down on Marissa and wouldn’t allow an inch of air between them. She could feel Marissa’s muscular figure grinding against her, hot flesh rubbing together, making Hana grunt and moan with the effort. But for all she was worth, the redheaded bodybuilder wouldn’t allow herself to let go of the hold.

Hana knew that while they were about even in strength, Marissa was the superior grappler. Hana winced, thinking that ‘superior grappler’ probably applied to most women on the LAW roster. Even now, Hana peered through nearly-closed, tear strained eyes and saw Marissa looking for her out. The British woman was reaching out, looking for a rope to grab to force a break, acting on instinct. Hana gripped tighter, her heart pounding hard through her ample bust against Marissa’s back.

“Nooo~” Hana moaned, as she saw Marissa’s arm tense up. The fighter was tensing up for an elbow strike, one that could have pounded Hana’s side. In her current state, with everything aching and her body glistening with sweat, Hana didn’t think she could take a hit like that. Hana clamped down harder, grinding her thick thighs around Marissa’s waist and flexing a bicep against her neck. Hana wasn’t even thinking of eking out Marissa’s final submission any more, only thinking of bracing herself against another hard hit that could end up with another hard defeat!

But the blow never came. “Wh-wha?” Hana said in a tiny gasp, feeling small taps on her arm. She looked and saw Marissa tapping out on her arm, taking a moment to register. Once she did, however, Hana would release Marissa hastily, rolling the young British woman off herself, and onto the mat. Then, Hana would fall back, bust heaving as she gasped for air!