Mari Fuuma vs. Mei-Li Zhu

Obviously, pro-wrestling techniques were a bit new to Mei-Li, having never seen such things on TV when she was young. And certainly nobody she had ever seen fight up close used such moves either. Somewhat disoriented as she was carried around, she flailed her limbs around, hoping to try and squirm free.

Unfortunately for her, she wouldn't get much chance to do so, as Mari lifted her even higher before spinning her around and slamming Mei's toned and slender body hard against the mat. "Gyaaah!" she cried out, arcing her back upwards as she writhed in pain.

Tossing Mei over head as she and Mei crashed into the mat, Mari coming off the better of the two as she immediately got to her knee and saw her handiwork. Proving to herself that she could win this by slamming Mei over and over again until she couldn't counter or resist a pin.

Standing back up, Mari knew that she had to keep on the pressure on her opponent as she would reach down and force her opponent to be seated, showing her back to her as she would attempt to deliver a hard back hand chop across her opponent's back, aiming her hand to smack between the two shoulder blades.

Still a bit rocked after that fall, Mei just groaned as Mari forced her up into a seated position. "Uuuooooh... What a fearsome technique...!" she thought to herself, seeing as she off to a bit of a rocky start. Of course, things weren't about to get any better, as Mari delivered a crushing chop right between her shoulders, assaulting her already aching back.

"Gyaaahhh!" she yelped, instantly hunching forward and bringing her hands up and over to hold her hurting back.

Her hand was stinging after smacking it against Mei's back, watching her hunch over and tried to coddle her back in pain. She smiled, she needed this to happen and keep Mei down to prevent her from bouncing and flying circles around her in the ring. Reaching for Mei's hair as she was hunched over, Mari would haul the girl up to her feet before grabbing two handfuls of her opponent's hair, taking a step away from Mei as she attempted to throw her across the ring, aiming to lift Mei off of the mat and give a painful landing for her.

Feeling the sharp sting of her hair being pulled, Mei-Li cried out as she was forced to her feet. Instinctively grabbing at Mari's wrists to try to lessen the pressure, the smaller girl ended up getting flung by her soft, brown locks. Screaming as she flew, Mei hit the mat face- (or actually rather chest-) first with a loud, squeaky grunt. Groaning, the Chinese girl slowly began to push herself up, trying to shake off the daze from the repeated heavy hits.

Throwing Mei across the ring as she watched her smaller opponent crash into the mat. Walking up towards her opponent, feeling confident that her opponent was being soften up by the hits she was giving her. Mari would then reach down to snake her arms around Mei's waist as she attempted to hoist her up off of the ground, walking around with her yet again as she would then plant her feet into the ground and attempted to send Mei flying again with a German Suplex.

As expected, Mari was a very formidable foe, pretty much tossing Mei around like a sack of rice. Of course without some challenge in it a fight would be boring, but Mei wasn't sure exactly how many more throws and slams she could take like this. Knowing she needed to do something, as Mari attempted to grab her from behind, the Chinese girl shot her elbow back, hoping to nail her foe in the face.

Mari got overconfident when she went into grab Meo around the wrist, underestimating the endurance of her smaller opponent as she took an elbow to face. The hit staggered Mari as her head was spinning as she let go of Mei, rubbing her face with one hand as she took a few steps back.

Chastising herself for letting her arrogance getting the better of her after her string of hits and slams she got off on Mei, Mari now knew that her opponent wasn't as weak as she thought...

Panting heavily, Mei's body was pretty sore after all those hits, but as her adrenaline got pumping again, she was swiftly able to spring back onto her feet. Focusing her mind for a brief moment, she thrust her body forwards, aiming first to push through Mari's defenses with a hip strike. From there, if she could get the Japanese woman's guard down, Mei would quickly follow up with an upward palm strike aimed for the chin.

Mari shook her head as she attempted to clear up her head, enough to see Mei Li coming at her as she brought her arms up to protect her face. However, what she got was a hip to the stomach instead. It didn't hurt much, but it staggered Mari and knocked a bit of air out of her stomach and gave Mei-Li enough time to string a palm thrust straight to her chin. "Huuun!" Mari groaned out as her head was whipped back from the impact as she stumbled backwards, Mei-Li taking the reigns of momentum into her hands.