Where The Wisterias Bloom

"Good..." Hana grinned, and instantly went on the attack again. She would gladly pause to make sure that Carmen was okay, but as long as she was fine, Hana was going right back onto the offensive.

She lunged back in towards Carmen, and ducked down as she approached her, almost mimicking the Latina's actions from the moment before. One of her arms went up, and the other went down, and now it was her turn to try and haul Carmen off of her feet and into a Scoop Slam of her own!

One thing about Hana that Carmen had to admire - among the many other things - was how resolute she was. When she went for something, she went for it all the way. No hesitation. No regret.

Carmen saw her coming back on the attack, and this time she had at least some idea of what was coming - her own move, the Scoop Slam. Hana was being cute adn effective at the same time. But the one thing about a move like that was that it used both hands, and it left her front wide open. Just for a moment, a flash, but that was all a good boxer ever needed.

She stepped, brought her hand up and sent an overhand right straight towards her face. It wouldn't hurt as much as the knee Carmen had just taken, but it would be close.

Hana charged towards Carmen, spreading her arms open, ready to snatch the smaller woman off of her feet. There was a problem, however. Whenever Hana began to charge, she always put everything she had into it, rushing towards her opponent's as fast as she could go. She had been compared to a runaway train before, and she liked the comparison.

But the problem was, once she started going, she usually didn't have much time to react to changes in her path.

She dashed towards Carmen, and saw her punch way too late. Before she could stop herself or turn or raise her arms to protect herself, it was too late. The Latina's fist slammed into her face, the impact enough to spin the Amazonian grappler away from Carmen, Hana staggering away from her, grabbing at her face with both hands, covering a shocked, pained expression.

Despite being a boxer and having to do it her entire life, Carmen didn't like punching women in the face. Oh, she could do it without regret, but it wasn't something that she took any joy in. It was part of the job, and she enjoyed the fight, loved the competition. She didn't get any perverse kicks out of inflicting pain, especially on someone she wanted to think of as a friend.

So, when Hana staggered away and grasped her face, there was a part of Carmen that wanted to make sure she was okay. But there was another part that saw this as a pure test, a real bout, and wanted to keep up the momentum. That was the part she listened to. After all, if she didn't take control, Hana certainly would.

This was her best chance to bring the giant down, and she seized the opportunity. She ran back, dashing toward the ropes at full speed, hitting hard so she could bounce off with even more momentum to work with. From there, she dashed towards Hana's side, leaped up and grabbed her with a headlock as she passed, then tried to slam her into the mat with a Running Bulldog. One of the faster, meaner, more effecient moves in her new arsenal.

Carmen could punch, that much was for sure. Every time that Hana ate one of the smaller woman's blows, she was reminded of this fact. Every strike she took was a reminder of just how Carmen had been so successful as a boxer. The punch to her face left her dazed, enough that by the time she had shaken it off, it was too late.

She heard Carmen approaching her from behind, but by the time she realized what the sound was, it was too late. The Latina leaped up and grabbed her, and before she knew it, Hana was dragged down into the mat, slammed face-first into the unforgiving canvas by Carmen's swift, efficient bulldog.

The sound of her massive body landing against the mat echoed throughout the gym, followed by a dull moan coming from Hana's lips. Carmen's sudden maneuver had complete stopped the bigger woman's momentum, leaving her lying on her belly, dazed and dizzied and slightly out of things.

And down she went.

Carmen wasn't one to celebrate before a match was over, but she couldn't help but pump her fist into the air as she came down and drilled Hana's face into the ground. This was the sort of thing that made wrestling grow on her so well - the thrill that came from executing a move, overcoming a problem, and finishing on top.

Despite the euphoria, though, she sat up fast and went back to action, knowing that it would take more than a punch a bulldog to put Hana down. Luckily, she'd been working on her submission holds, and she had a good one that would work well for the situation.

"Okay," Carmen dropped down on Hana's back, facing away from her head, and reached out to grab one of her legs. She leaned forward and started to pull the leg in, bending it and tucking the ankle under her arm. "First time doing this, let me know if it works or if I'm doing it wrong."

With that quick disclaimer done, Carmen cranked the leg back and tried to lock Hana in a single-leg boston crab. They were fairly close to the ropes and she could only imagine Hana had the stamina to endure the pain, but it would be a good way to slow the frieght train down.

Hana didn't stay down for long. Only for a few short moments, and then she started to push up to her hands and knees, tilting her head backwards to look towards Carmen at the same time.

But Carmen was ready, and dropped straight down onto Hana's back, forcing the bigger woman back onto her belly. She grunted, and began to gather her strength again, but Carmen was already in action again, the Latina reaching down for one of her legs, lifting it up and bending it backwards into her Boston crab.

"Nn...it's working..." Hana answered Carmen, wincing as she felt the sharp, sudden pain running through her leg and her lower back. She grunted, annoyed that Carmen had caught her so easily in the hold, but she wasn't about to waste time and just let the boxer work her over. With focus in her eyes, Hana gripped at the mat with one hand, trying to pull herself closer to the ropes, while the other arm stretched outwards, ready to grab them as soon as she was in range.

Hana wasn't the only one making loud, annoyed grunts. Carmen was getting in more than her fair share, too, as she learned that getting hold of a giant and keeping hold of a giant were too vastly different things. She tried to dig in with her heels and drop her weight into, slow down her forward crawl just a bit, but it was a losing proposition - when a woman like Hana Fujioka wanted to move someplace, there wasn't terribly much you could do about it.

She reached the ropes soon enough, and Carmen immediately let go - half because she didn't want to hurt Hana any more than she had to in order to get things done, half because she wanted to transition into the next move before the giantess could compose herself. Carmen stood up, turned around with a quick spin of her heel, and reached back down, trying to grab Hana from behind with a chinlock to pull her away from the ropes. Staying behind the behemoth's back seemed to be a winning strategy, so she'd stick with that as long as she could.

Hana grabbed the ropes, but before she could rise up, Carmen was on her again, sliding her arms around her to pull her into a tight chinlock. The giant gagged as she was bent backwards, but she wasn't about to be stopped by such a simple hold. On the contrary, she planned on using it to her advantage.

With gritted teeth and determination in her eyes, Hana reached up, grabbing for for Carmen's arms, holding onto them tight. At the same time, she began to push herself up, slowly but surely trying to force herself back up to her feet, trying to pull Carmen up along for the ride.

When Carmen locked the chinlock in, she locked it in tight. She knew better than to expect a submission from a move like this, but it could transfer into a few slick moves, and it would help keep the pressure where it belong: squarely on Hana's back. But, of course, it had some slick reversals, too, and Carmen wanted to finish Hana before she had the chance to use them.

Keeping her down was far easier said than, though, and while Carmen's plan had been to pull her back up to her feet and work from there, she found that was happening far sooner than she'd like. Hana was rising up, taking Carmen with her, and while their height diifference wasn't so great that it was all that much of a stretch to hold on, it was still farther than she'd like. Carmen kept the hold tight and swung her legs around, trying to wrap them around Hana's massive frame to squeeze her with a body scissors, too. If she couldn't breathe, she couldn't fight.