fares well for now

Tess and Lisa met in the ring, the Swede making a grab for McVan. She suddenly ducked under her arms, kneeing her quickly in her thick abs. Tess grunted suddenly, Lisa moving in behind her, but Tess turned and swung a punch at her. She bobbed back and grinned widely, stepping backward tauntingly with her arms out.

"Come on, dork. You gotta be faster than that. Or you afraid to tangle with this?" She flexed her biceps, impressive for her rather slim size. Tess frowned a bit and lunged once more, but feinted this time. Lisa ran right into the real grab, Tess grabbing onto her top and lifting her off the mat. She'd clamp her arms around Lisa in a bearhug and suplex her over her head, arching her muscled frame perfectly in an arch that drove her into the mat.

"Not so bitter now, are we, sweetness?" Tess smirked back.