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Lisa_Fit_Addicted: As soon as the speakers play a dance music, the audience in the arena starts dancing. I walk out the locker room and stand on the main stage, hopping and smiling as the audience. I wear grey shorts and sports bra, white low boots. I run towards the ring and with a leap I go to the apron. Then I immediately get to my feet and with a somersault I step over the top rope. The crowd likes my athletic entrances. I smile and do some poses to give some more entertainment to the people. Then finally move to my feet and wait for you, standing in my corner, while my music fades away

Lisa_Fit_Addicted:

Felicia_Starling: My own music hits next and I step out to the main stage with a wide smile and a wave to the crowd. I make my way down the ramp, giving a few high fives to a couple of fans on the way before circling the ring and stepping up the steps to duck in through the ropes. I'm dressed for the match tonight in a black cutout suit and knee high black boots. I move back to the corner and give you a long lookover, noting the obvious size differences.

Felicia_Starling:

Lisa_Fit_Addicted: I am very tense and when I see you in front of me, over 20 cm taller and definitely heavier, the anxiety increases. I will have to work hard to be competitive in this match. The referee completes the final checks and then gives the OK for the bell. I punch the air twice and then advance, moving like a feline, and approach you very cautiously, aware that I am in a mismatch from a physical standpoint

Felicia_Starling: I step out of the corner at the bell, starting to circle and spiraling in towards you. I know that I should have the power advantage, but you wouldn't be in here if you didn't know what you are doing, so i need to be on the lookout for speed and surprise attacks. My hands come up warily as I approach, no need to move quickly as I start to lean in and reach for a lockup.

Lisa_Fit_Addicted: You don't speed up, you are attentive to my movements. Then I must take advantage of my quickness. I sprint forward and raise my arms, as if I'm going to grab you by the neck, but then I slide toward you to hit you with a low drop kick to the right knee

Felicia_Starling: Watching you as I move in, I see you dashing forward and feinting high at my neck or as if to rush into the lockup, but then your feet kick forward as you transition into a dow dropkick. I manage to react by raising my foot off the mat before your feet thump into my knee and the impact only sends me off balance and stumbling to the side, half spinning before I get my footing again. I turn and move in, reaching for you and hoping to be able to grab your head and arm before you can fully get back to your feet.

Lisa_Fit_Addicted: You avoid my attack, but you stagger a little. I quickly get on my knees, then you grab my head with your hands and I get up. I, however, want to react immediately. I also grab your head and put mine under your chin. Then I fall on my knees so as to cause damage with a jaw breaker

Felicia_Starling: Grabbing your head, I start to pull you up when I feel your hands grabbing mine and your weight dropping down hard. I'm forced to bend over with the fall and the force of the crown of your head jarring against my chin sends me straight back up and reeling. I stagger backwards, arms windmilling, until I feel the ropes at my back.

Lisa_Fit_Addicted: I hit you by surprise. My attack has a good effect, as I hoped. You stagger and end up against the ropes. I meanwhile have already stood up and take a running start toward you. I then jump and try to hit you with a drop kick to the chest, hoping to send you flying out of the ring over the third rope

Lisa_Fit_Addicted:

Felicia_Starling: I catch the top rope to stop the reeling and to keep me on my feet after the stunner to the chin. My eyes widen as I see you alread on your feet, then moving in, then off your feet and leaping at me. Too late to try to dodge left or right, so I just release the ropes and buckle my knees, trying to let gravity do it's thing as I collapse to the canvas in hopes of falling underneath your flying leap.

Lisa_Fit_Addicted: I jump to hit you, but you drop sitting down. I only hit the top of the third rope, but then I fall back on you, who are sitting near the ropes. The fall hurts me a little, but I guess you, too, because of my weight on your body, had consequences. I try to roll to the side and get up on my feet as quickly as I can

Felicia_Starling: I see you starting to sail over me before hitting the ropes and bouncing awkwardly back to tumble and crash down on top of me. My hands come up to break a bit of the fall and I roll to the opposite side away from you, pushing up to my feet as well and growling low. "OK, so it's going to be that way..." and I charge in, reaching again, this time sending fingers to try to tangle in your hair.

Lisa_Fit_Addicted: You grab me again, this time pulling me by the hair, "If you are jealous of my hairstyle you should fire your hairdresser!" And as you pull me I try to react with two punches, one under your armpit and the other at your side. "Get off me, bitch!"

Felicia_Starling: I start to yank you towards me as I feel the short punches thumping into my side. I wince, gritting my teeth and then swing my other arm around in a wide sweep, not for a punch but more of a bug forearm clubbering aimed at the side of your head.

Lisa_Fit_Addicted: My fists have no effect. You keep holding my head, and then you hit my temple with a powerful forearm strike. I see stars and suddenly my legs go soft. My knees buckle and I cling to you to keep from falling.

Felicia_Starling: I release your hair and bring my arm down, pressing it to the side where the punches landed while my other arm reaches around, looking to snake around your neck and pull you into a tight headlock, trying to slow the match down a bit as I squeeze and start attempting to pull us both away from the ropes and back towards the center of the ring.

Lisa_Fit_Addicted: You take me in headlock. I'm trapped in your strong arms hold. I put my hands on your hip and try to push you to slide my head away. But yu pull me towards the center of the ring. I aim some punches to your hard abs with my right fist to hope and let you weaken your lock

Felicia_Starling: I step forward, dragging you along and feeling your arm wrapping around my body to try to hit me in the belly. "Nnnff!" After a couple, I start to double forward and decide to use the momentum, dropping to my knees and twisting, attempting to flip you over my hip with the headlock and bring you down to the mat underneath me.

Lisa_Fit_Addicted: My blows do not have the effect I hoped for, and once again I cash in without consequence. You pull me and drop me to the ground. I end up underneath you, crushed by your weight, while with one arm you hold me around the neck. I try to put my hands on your hips to push you, but you are strong and I struggle

Felicia_Starling: I hang onto the head in the headlock as I feel your shoves moving my hips more perpendicular to your body. I try to plant my feet and rock back, attempting to put my back onto your chest and roll your shoulders down for a pin. I don't really expect it to hold, but showing that I can.

Lisa_Fit_Addicted: It seems that you do not want to hurt, but merely to show me your superior strength. You hold me down to back me up, but as soon as the referee gets down to count the I lift an arm and a shoulder to show that I was not put in a pin

Felicia_Starling: I give a little smirk and bend my knees to briing my butt back to the mat and then use my other hand to start pushing up. I try to hang onto the headlock as I stand, attempting to bring you back up with me and hold you in place.

Lisa_Fit_Addicted: You move and pull me. I stand on my feet too, but i'm in a 90° position for your hold. I have to do something and so I aim an elbow to your stomach. Then I try to repeat my hit

Felicia_Starling: "Ooooph!" Another strike to the belly is starting to add up as your elbow thumps into it and my arm around your neck loosens. The second one follows the first and I release, then grab at your hair, trying to yank you over backwards before stumbling away, half bent at the waist to try to catch a breath.

Lisa_Fit_Addicted: I finally manage to free myself. You push me and then back away. I take backward steps as a result of your push, bounce with my shoulders against the ropes, and then run quickly toward you. I want to use my agility to surprise you and so I leap to wrap my arm around your head trying to slam you to the floor with a running DDT

Lisa_Fit_Addicted: https://i.makeagif.com/media/5-13-2015/ZoH_t7.gif

Felicia_Starling: Bent over and holding my belly, I don't see that my hair yank didn't bring you down, but instead helped to propel you to the ropes and back. I start to rise back up to look for you when I feel your arm wrapping my neck and your weight dropping dow, forcing my body to follow and thumping the top of my head off of the canvas. The rest of me flips over it and the lights seem like they are swimming above me.

Lisa_Fit_Addicted: Slamming to the floor, the ring shakes from the impact, and the audience underscores my action with an amazed "ooooooh" shout. I stand up, one foot and one knee on the mat. I must take advantage of this opportunity. I decide to try one of my submission maneuvers. I grab your arm and lock it under my armpit, then throw myself back and put my legs around it to take you in my "Fitlock"

Lisa_Fit_Addicted: https://media.tenor.com/9x4T4IeDF7EAAAAd/ronda-rousey-armbar.gif

Felicia_Starling: The spinning lights above me are eclipsed as you rise to a knee and I can feel you grabbing for my arm. I'm dazed, but not out of it fully and the start of the armbar jars me back to reality pretty quickly. I roll toward you, my other hand reaching out to grab my own wrists and try to keep my elbow bent and not hyperextended.

Lisa_Fit_Addicted: You know how to counter my grip. You grab your hand and I can't fully extend your arm. My move like this has no effect. I have to try to complete the move. I lift my right foot and start hitting you with the sole of my boot at the side of your head. I growl with each strike, I know I can close the match with this move, so I try my best to execute it perfectly. I hit you to try and let you release the grip of your hand

Felicia_Starling: I can feel you lifting your leg and I know that I don't want to take any more strikes to the head so I continue to roll, trying to roll my body towards you, keeping my arm bent as I push against the backs of your thighs and try to stack you up onto your back.

Lisa_Fit_Addicted: As soon as I lift my foot you roll over and push me back. You pin me to the ground using your weight. I try to struggle but under you I can't move. I let go of your wrist and try to push you two-handed to the body.

Felicia_Starling: I can see the reveree dropping down to start counting, but more importantly, feel you releasing the hold. He doesn't even et to one before you start pushing and I'm only too happy to let myself get pushed up and get my arm free. I use your push to stand up and reach for your ankles before you can unfold, trying to catch one in each hand.

Lisa_Fit_Addicted: You stand on your feet and grab my feet. I try to kick them free while I'm blocked with my back to the mat. I try also to raise my arms to catch the ropes, but they're too far from me

Felicia_Starling: I feel your feet kicking in my grip and step forward, trying to step between them and push your ankles under my armpits. trying to lift your hips off the canvas and secure the legs before I fall backwards, trying to catapult the backs of your thighs off of me knees and fling you across the ring.

Felicia_Starling: https://tenor.com/view/heidi-lee-morgan-catapult-gif-24393171

Lisa_Fit_Addicted: You drop to your back and throw me with a rocket launcher. I am pushed over your head and my chest and face slam on the mat. I lay in the middle of the ring, a bit stunned. Then go on four and try to breathe and recover some energy

Felicia_Starling: I take a deep breath before rolling quickly to my own hands and knees, facing you. I can see your head is away from me as you push up to your own hands and knees and I raise to a crouch, stepping forward, shoulder lowered and poised to leap forward with a clobbering clothesline as you stand.

Lisa_Fit_Addicted: https://i.imgur.com/gcMRj.gif

Lisa_Fit_Addicted: I take a deep breath, then finally stand up. You are there waiting for me. I stagger and don't realize that you are running toward me. Your outstretched arm hits me in the sternum. The blow is so hard that it causes me to somersault before I end up on the ground, stunned.

Felicia_Starling: I feel the clothesline connect and drop down behind you. I reach out and take a double handful of hair to lift your head off the mat enough to snake my legs out and try to wrap them around in a headsors with the back of your head in my lap and my legs extending down your body.

Lisa_Fit_Addicted: I am stunned and the blow has devastated me. Your muscular thighs crush my head. I have no strength to react. I feel only great pain. My muscles relax again and I can no longer move.

Felicia_Starling: Holding on with my thighs, I cross my legs, intending to lock my ankles together in front of you as I lean back on my hands and extend. I can feel my leg muscles tighten around your head as I breathe deeply and hold you. I can see the referee dropping down, checking your shoulders...

Lisa_Fit_Addicted: I'm almost motionless. I have no more energy. I can just raise my hand and tap, to let the ref understand that I surrender

Felicia_Starling: I'm watching for the referee to count when I feel the tap on my thigh and exhale deeply in relief before unlocking my ankles to release the hold and rolling off of you. I push to my feet and allow the referee to raise my hand for the (mostly) cheering crowd.