It comes down to stamina

“What’s the score?” Tina panted, not even turning her head to look at her opponent.

“I lost track…” Monica admitted, breathing just as heavily.

“Then how much longer?” Tina asked.

Monica glanced at the running clock and said, “30 seconds.”

“I bet we’re pretty close,” Tina said. “In score.”

“Probably…” Monica replied. “Did you want to call it a draw?”

“Draw? Ties are for mutual losers!” Tina chuckled. She was still idly fondling Monica’s pussy as the slender brunette was fiddling with hers. “But we’re not going to get a clear winner with this stalemate…”

“What do you propose?” Monica asked.

“Let’s reset, last twenty seconds we throw everything we got at each other!”

“You’re on!” Monica grunted, flopping her naked body over her rival’s to smother her.

“Ungh…” Tina grunted, unable to throw her opponent off. Monica’s thigh pushed between Tina’s legs and started to rub against her clit. “Ungghhhh!” Tina moaned.

“So we start from scratch? That’s one…”

“Oh no you don’t!” Tina growled, mustering her strength to sit herself up and push Monica away. Instinctively, she went for an appendage and had Monica locked in an armbar as she managed to pry their legs apart.

Not comfortable with her shoulders on the mat, Monica’s training took over and she rolled into Tina in order to get off the floor. Tina snatched her head and tucked it under her armpit to roll her up for a pin. Monica naturally rolled through to evade the pin despite it not being a classic wrestling match. The two women rolled over the mat, trying to pin the other down, looking like a ball of twine circling around the ring.

This exertion drained the last of their energy. The momentum of the rolling ball soon slowed to a halt and they collapsed in a tangle of bodies and limbs, breathing heavily but unable to press further. Monica had wanted to score enough points to settle their match without doubt about the winner, but she would have to take the one point victory. She glanced over at the clock to watch the seconds wind down.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her crotch! She looked over to Tina with alarm!

“One…” Tina counted, not even lifting her head to look back at her opponent.

Monica lurched away from Tina’s reach, but the damage was done. The timer beeped to announce the end of the match!

“Haaah…. So we tied after all,” Tina said with a sigh.

“I thought you didn’t want to be called a loser!” Monica remarked.

“Another round then? Or are you too tired?” Tina teased.

“I can go all night long!” Monica huffed. She tried to get up, then stopped. “Just give me a minute…”

“I just need 30 seconds!” Tina countered.

Monica smirked. It’s been a while since she’d been in competition with someone like this. She rolled herself up and crawled over to the timer to reset it. Tina pulled herself off the mat and stretched. “Two minutes… new match!” Monica announced, holding up the clock.

“That’s alright with me, I just need some water and I’m good to go!”

Tina grabbed a bottle of water from her mini fridge behind the front desk. She tossed another one over to Monica as well. Monica popped it open and took a long swig. She didn’t realize how overheated her muscles were until the cool flowing water went down her throat. A minute ago, she would have sworn she was done, but she could feel her body be reinvigorated by the fluids. Both of them finished their bottles before readying up.

The next round began with a burst of energy as Tina went in hard but Monica was getting familiar with her moves and expertly evaded. It became a game of cat and mouse as each took turns swiping and lunging at the other while diving back to avoid getting grabbed. Neither one was able to score a take down for long. Each hold was quickly repelled and they would be knocked back to a neutral position again. 2 minutes flew by and the clock beeped. The rivals stared each other down, still unsatisfied.

“Another round?” Monica asked. Tina nodded.

They took a short break to reset again before going into round three. Once again they evaded each other’s prods, but after the one minute mark, Tina caught Monica’s foot and sent her tumbling! The yoga instructor was on the former pro in a flash, but the veteran slipped out of the grab and reversed. It turned into a proper wrestling match as hammer locks were swapped. Tina’s head ducked under Monica’s arm and she attempted to roll Monica up for a pin. Monica countered, attempting her own pin. Their bodies were rolling once more.

As they wrestled, Monica started to get a sense of dread. Every time she escaped one attempt by her opponent, the wily Asian was coming at her again. She saw Tina coming at her and could barely move away in time. As the match stretched on, Monica could feel the fatigue set in. Her body was slowing down!

Tina was a physical trainer, she worked out everyday and had more reserves than Monica, who only kept in physical shape but didn’t do competition level conditioning the way she used to.

Tina could sense the difference too. She became relentless, knowing she had Monica on her backheels. Each counter took longer and longer for the lithe brunette to perform. Meanwhile, Tina could feel her lungs start to burn. As the aggressor, every body scissor, facelock and armbar took that much more wind out of her and she was straining to keep her momentum. She knew if she let up, Monica would find a way to escape and build up her reserves. She needed to finish this up so that Monica wouldn’t have time to recover between rounds.

Tina went for another headlock from Monica’s back, with Monica facing the ground. Monica pushed her head out from under Tina and went for a front face lock. Tina swept Monica’s legs out from under her and rolled forward for a pin. Monica tried to kick out but she was folded in half, ass in the air and couldn’t muster the strength. They both looked at the timer which was ticking down from 5!

Tina shot her fingers out to grab Monica’s pussy! Monica caught the hand with hers and pushed back, but Tina turned around and leaned her weight into it. Gradually, the hand pushed lower and lower until she touched Monica’s mound. She wiggled her fingers and counted, “One!”

The timer beeped and both women collapsed onto the mat.