Mike, easily.

Mike: 6+3+2 Tough = 11. | Phuong: 1+2+2 Tough = 5. Phuong marks XP.

Mike charges Phuong and, as expected, she turns into his attack, redirecting his momentum as she always does. He's ready for her, though, and grapples her as she throws him. He sees her dark eyes widen in surprise as he holds onto her, and then they both go tumbling to the floor, rolling over and over across the crash mat. Mike ends up on top and Phuong attempts to hook his torso with her legs. For a second, she pulls him off-balance, but then he grabs her gi's jacket and throws himself into a roll, pulling her with him. The momentum brings them fully over again, Phuong hitting the ground with an oof of exhaled breath. Mike rolls on top of her and manages to pin her wrists and straddle one of her legs, preventing her from getting another leglock.
"Gotcha!" he exclaims, panting and grinning. Phuong, also breathing heavily, stares up at him. Her hair's come undone in the tumbling and her full breasts are rising and falling with her breath, and Mike suddenly becomes aware that his thigh is inches from her crotch. He grins down at her suddenly.

"I'd say you underestimated me, teacher. I'm doing pretty well, here."

"You're passable," Phuong says dryly.

"I think you owe me an apology for chastising me so much," Mike says, ignoring her. "After all, that weird old lady did tell you that I was 'the fated champion of the forces of light,' right? You might be supposed to train me, but you're not supposed to be a jerk about it." He leans forward, shifting his weight to press his thigh against Phuong's pussy. "I can think of a way you could apologize..."

Phuong's eyes widen.