Spar: Momoko vs Sasha

Momoko huffed louder than usual as her grapple ran smack into Sasha's resistance. She, too, was tired and bruised from Sasha's occasional but effective bursts of offense, so her initial attempt to force the issue was easily stymied by grappling skill. The sumo fan gritted her teeth and tried to secure proper grips on Sasha's arm and leg, so she could finally end this wonderfully hard-fought spar appropriately.

Leskaj couldn#t break free, she palnted her left fot down hard but finally she had to gasp as Momoko picked her up with a short shift to the right, Sasha tumbeling forth right into her arm.

"Iyaahhh!" Momoko roared triumphantly as she finally snatched Sasha up from the floor. The Japanese sumo fan would pull her Russian friend across her shoulders and stand up straight in a show of strength.

"Get ready!" she told Sasha. Then Momoko dropped backwards to slam Sasha's back into the mat explosively, with her own weight dropping across Sasha's front.

Sasha rolled up her shoulkders, leaning forth in a last attempt to break free. With a yelp shje was crushed into the mat with a nasty thudd. her head bounced up once with a gasp as Momoko landed upon her.
Pain surged trough the young girl's back as she tried to lift her shoulders, legs dropped close as Sahsa lay spreadeagle.

Panting loudly from the tremendous effort she'd spent, Momoko wearily extracted her arms from the tangled wreckage that was Sasha. The impact had jarred her up pretty well.

The fairly impressed Yatori stared at her. "You never used that on me," was the comment.

"I didn't need to," grunted the sumo fan as she made to pin Sasha.

"Right. One!"

Sasha treid to force some oxygen into her aching lungs, her world still spinning from the impact. The burly,small Russsian tried to clear her mind but as her will started struggeling again allready, her body was still too shaken.

Momoko pressed down upon the still-stunned Sasha, trying to beat down her friend's recovery even before it started. Her pin pressed her scantly-clad breasts into Sasha's bare belly. She didn't notice nor mind, the excitement of the match and her first pin- and possibly her first win- making her heady.

It seemed to her like Yatori was taking forever to count, though she knew her best friend was impartial.

"Two!" Yatori announced. Again her hand rose. "T-"

Sasha forced her self to open her eyes, she felt and heard her blood rushing trough her veins as she tried to throw up her hip,briding with all he rmight as she tried to break free with pain and strain written into the little tomboy's face.

At the moment Yatori slapped the mat, calling out "-hree!" Momoko let out a small gasp as Sasha bucked her off.

"Uso..." She stared at her opponent. No... that was my best attack...

Yatori's call of "The winner!" startled her. She was stunned that her friend pulled her up by the wrist to hold her hand up. "Hanayama Momoko!"

"Eh? Ch-chotto matte!" Momoko protested. Just wait a minute! "Why am I being declared the winner? Sasha-san kicked out of my pin!"

"Close call," Yatori explained. "But it was a full three count. You just barely beat her to it."

Momoko shook her pretty head. "I'm sorry, Yatori, but I cannot accept that."

Now it was Yatori's turn to stare. "Eh?"

"I do not believe I pinned her for three counts. I cannot accept victory unless I believe I have truly earned it." Her face was firm. "I will continue my match with Sasha-san."

Sasha had to cough, clearing her throat. She had flung one arm acorss her face, to barre the light, and to hide the shame. She felt the salty taste of sweat on ehr lips as she collected her thoughts.
Then she gave a comment,saying:"Yatori is reeight, I faileddd tuuu break free in teimm, you winn"
Sasha was abmitious, Sasha was beaten up by her father for every defeat he came to know about, she felt ashame but she wasn't such a bad loser or egoist that she would steel away victory from anyone.