Dr Mina T. Vs. Marissa W. - Diagnosed Beating!

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Marissa saw the punch coming from Mina too late to do anything directly to avoid it, beyond simply continuing with her assault. She did such with quite the roar as she leaned in, hoping as she could to bring her fist smack bang into Mina's bosom before her older foes fist even came close. To her luck, it worked a treat, as Mina's arm not only veered off course from her intended target on the Brit's chin, but seemed to sag altogether. Marissa was overly confident in her ability to take a strike straight to the face head on and keep on rolling, but whether she could or not remained to be seen, given Mina wasn't able to have at her.

Sending Mina back a step, Marissa brought her back leg forward evidently with intent to keep up the punishment. Her eyes falling low at the target she had just struck at, Marissa found her eyes widening just a little given the effect her strike had. For she had knocked Mina's curves out of her outfit altogether; a sight that Marissa had to admit, was a first.

"Tch..sorry not sorry..." Marissa muttered to herself, as she snapped her teeth together and forced herself on. A wardrobe malfunction she figured was the problem of the victim and nothing more; she hardly felt she could be held accountable for a completely serious shot to Mina's torso, even if it was rather curvaceous!

With that back leg now forward, so rose Marissa's opposite arm. Seeking to follow up to her first strike with another, the second blow of the Brit's came not only from a lower starting point, but with a much greater wind-up.

For she now sought the same target Mina did moments ago, as Marissa looked to damn near floor her older foe with the most brutal of uppercuts, straight to the underside of Mina's good looks!

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The body blow had rocked the mature fighter. It had sapped her of her breath and also her humility! Her belly felt hollow as the devastating strike to her sore breast had functioned not unlike a punch straight to the gut. The matches exertion had caught up with her minutes ago, and now she was redlining. This was something inspirational when you were drumming up your comeback and making your desperate final play. It was less effective when you were using it to just hang on, like Mina was.

She brought her arms up to guard herself from Marissa's pressing assault. Her muscles burned... They were overworked. Worse, she had to choose between protecting her consciousness or hiding her exposed tit. The soft pale orb that hung out of her attire was a treat for the eyes. Heavy and round with a tightly knit pink nipple that stood proudly against the bitter circulated air of the arena. The sight set the crowd roaring, but stalled Marissa none. If anything, it showed that Mina was beyond weakening. She was already hurt.

She sought to trade further barbs with Marissa. To continue the illusion of confidence... But with no air in her lungs, she could only rasp. She had all the time in the world to observe Marissa... Because she could do nothing with it. Her body had been short-circuited by the vicious body blow and as her foe's fist surged forward, she relied on her guard.

She was no boxer. The match had more than revealed that. Her guard was useless as a smashing uppercut was sent directly into Mina's open mouth. "GAH!" She cried out as spittle was blasted clear into the audience. Her head snapped back and her body followed the momentum. She remained on her feet... But only because of her proximity to the ropes.

Her weight fell against them, and they shot her stumbling forward. Her mouth open, her eyes hollow, and her arms down. Her attire, slackened by the lack of push from her great chest had begun to fall. Her other breast was nearly exposed now and she made no effort to prevent it. In fact, she made no effort to do anything... A single look was all it took to know that she was out on her feet. Unfortunately for Mina, the wrath of Marissa's blow had sent her right back to her tormentor, defenseless.

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Driving that fist in as if Marissa was about to win the heavyweight boxing championship, it rose high up and after Mina's bust had made contact with it. Posing as if she were the hero of the story, Marissa held her stance for a second longer before bringing that arm low, back to a stance as she sought to see how Mina would take her blows. Painfully, was the answer.

Her smug grin returning as the busty beauty jiggled without end, her wardrobe betraying her almost as badly as her legs were, Marissa lowered one arm whilst raising the other given Mina was effectively bouncing back towards her. Cutting the distance with a little step, what followed up from the Brit was hardly the most explosive, nor impressive move in her arsenal, but it was still painful nonetheless.

With the Brit aiming to pick the busty doctor clean off her feet via her shoulder and thigh, Marissa would seek to rotate her foe in the air and have Mina's ass raised high!

The feet of Marissa soon spinning, as it became clear she sought to slam Mina back to earth in a huge scoop slam!

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Mina's eyes were lightless. Her mouth hung open, another result of her near unconsciousness. For all of her boasting, Dr. Mina Takemi was in as bad a place as any wrestler had ever been. Had she a corner-man, they might have thrown in the towel. But this wasn't boxing. It was pro-wrestling. And Marissa had earned the vulnerability of her foe! The crowd chanted her name and called for violence! Afterall, they had paid to watch two lovely women batter each other... And they had received more than their money's worth tonight!

Mina fell into Marissa's grasp like an exhausted lover. She offered no resistance as Marissa drew her from the earth, spun it on it's head, and drove her back down into it! Her legs shot up in suffering and her eyes widened as she let out a silent scream! All the air in her lovely body forced out through the intense rotation of the power slam! Her legs came back down boneless. Her head fell to the side. She was gasping, and drooling.

She was at the mercy of the brit. Mina Takemi had no say as to whether her legs were hooked for a pinfall, or whether her beating would continue.

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Pushing down on Mina as she began to slam, Marissa evidently didn't feel as though gravity would do its part enough to make this move hurt. With a shoving, grunting motion on Mina as the girl left her grip, Marissa looked to shake the ring with the force, and near bounce off of where she had stood in delivering the slam. With it, her hands snapped back to her sides, body skipping to the side with its carried momentum, before opting to stop and pace back. Kicking back off her feet in the direction of Mina, she was indeed looking to lock in that pinfall attempt that Mina was likely expecting, though with a small twist.

Pushing her legs out to either side as she stepped over Mina, straddling her with Marissa's front facing Mina's legs, Marissa would suddenly drop. Though not particularly seeking a rough butt drop on Mina's top half, given her own legs were already bent to lessen the fall, Marissa would still land roughly on her opponent's torso all the same. Her hands stretched forward, Marissa sought to grip the right leg of Mina and yank it up, whilst leaning back. To lock in quite the forceful pin attempt, that near enough folded Mina in half!

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Mina let out a gasp as Marissa's body fell onto hers. A listless, unconscious wheeze! Her legs folded up as Marissa willed them to do. The position was humiliating. Her backside propped up for everyone to see. Her legs spread wide with the matches exertion pulling her leotard tightly between her womanhood. What wasn't outright exposed was clearly outlined by the taut lycra of the bodysuit. What was exposed was glistening, plump, and blushing pink.

Her body yielded to Marissa's weight as the referee dropped beside the two contestants. "1! 2!" The count proceeded, a slap for each verbal cue! Every hand-fall causing the ring to shake and to prompt Mina to kick out.

However, she didn't move. At all. Marissa could feel the rise and fall of her compressed bust, but otherwise, the mature wrestler was unconscious and on display. Defeated.

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Marissa never really cared for embarrassment nor humiliation in her moves, except for the rare occasion. This wasn't said occasion, and yet it could still be seen as Marissa showboating or simply forcing Mina into a comprising position for the hell of it. With Marissa's rear to her bust, mushrooming and squishing it, whilst Mina's leg was raised high and rather wide, it wasn't hard to explain why. Marissa however, simply did it for how frustrating it would be to burst free from. Though Mina still did all the same.

"THREE!"

Panting as the Brit fell to her busty foes side, flat to her rear, she'd raise a hand to wipe the sweat from her brow whilst taking a hefty breath. She didn't truthfully expect Mina to break free from that predicament, but at the same time kind of did. And it was only upon sitting to her side, that the Brit actually realised what had occurred.

She had won!

Signalling to the official at the side, the referee could see that the Brit had failed to realise what had just occurred. With a hand to her shoulder to reaffirm Marissa's only slight suspicions, the nod given by the referee finally broke Marissa from her stupor.

She had won!

Grinning with a toothy smile as she raised her arms, upon realising her victory Marissa shot up, fatigue be damned! Hands raised, and a near jump to her step as she paced to the corner of the ring!