Spar: Momoko vs Sasha

Momoko let out a sharp grunt from the side arm bar that Sasha had agilely entrapped her within. As her feet scrabbled for purchase on the mat, she first tried to power out of the admittedly simple hold.

Sasha leaned forward a bit harder, Momoko's strenght was impressive. Sasha raised one knee, trying to balance on a single one.Skipping forth her hip and rolling forth a bit she tried to press her knee between Momoko's breasts for some more preassure and lerage.
it was sonme hard work and the young Russian had to fight for her own balance.

Momoko's reaction was sharper, Sasha's knee having dug into her bust. "Ow!" she yowled, her cheeks blushing as her breasts were inadvertently rubbed.

She grabbed at the back of that invasive knee with her free hand for purchase, then fought to get set both of her feet into the mat.

Once she regained sufficient footing, she would try to stand while carrying Sasha.

Sashaclenched her teeth, leaning back. She tried to cling to Momoko's arm as best as she could,even trying to press her knee on Momoko's chest,shifting even more weight to the left to get control over Momoko but her friend..and opponent, kept on rising and rising.
Sasha found her self back again half kneeling half standing.

Still in pain from Sasha's hold, but on her feet again, Momoko let out a fighting growl as she made to lift Sasha off the mat by a few inches using her free hand and Sasha's grip on her. She aimed to slam the Russian onto the mat, a power move that would hopefully jar Sasha loose.

Sasha groaned with pain as agony jolted up her spine and the air was pressed from her lungs.She felt like she was pressed trough the mat not into it.
Sasha bounced up once, gasping, with a dull thud as she thumped down.
Arms floping aside, Sasha trying to roll away.

The slam took a lot out of Momoko. While she remained on her feet, she found herself hunched over, her hands pushing against her knees to help support herself while she breathed hard and fast.

She's strong... I'm... I'm really being pushed to my limits...

She straightened and turned back to Sasha.

Sasha had rolled to her fours, panting for breath to, licking salty sweat from her lips and finally she tried to stan up, simply impressed by Momoko's power and will.
Well at leastz I have a tactic now The young russian thought to her self. But it was a thought only and pain still tried to numb her limbs as she crawld up slowly.

Momoko smiled despite her exhaustion and their grim situation. Sasha was truly impressive. A worthy opponent deserved an excellent end.

I have to finish it now, she thought as she entered her stance. She had been unintentionally holding back. Most of the attacks she had been taught required a mawashi, the belt that all sumo wrestlers wore, to execute. But many moves didn't need it, including what other wrestlers called "power" moves.

She would advance on Sasha to try and grab an arm. If she succeeded in yanking Sasha towards her, she would try to get her other arm in between Sasha's legs, and lift Sasha perpendicular across her shoulders.

Sasha and other pro wrestlers would recognize the carry as the fireman's carry. Momoko knew it better as the setup to sumo's version of the back body drop: the Shumokuzori, or Bell Hammer Drop.

Sasha groaned as she felt Momoko trying to puick her up. The Russian tried to rear back, slipping her left leg up to wiggle it free.Sweat stung into Sahsa's eyes as she tried to roll backward but she couldn't pick up enough momentum.
Normally Sasha would have used her fists now, maybe even some brutal ellbow but this was a friendly spar and just some minutes ago she had almost hurt Momko when she had used one of her normaly used tricks, the pedigree.
Now she had calms to fight with full force, even hesittaing to clench a single fist, trying to get free by pure grappling but she was still worn down a good deal.