Mary

"Mary... Mary does..." You reluctantly say through gritted teeth, afraid of how Sarah will react.

Mary looks proud, but Sarah doesn't seem happy. "Really? You are writhing this much in my grip but you say her legs are stronger?"

Before you can say anything, Mary interrupts. "Oh, come on, just accept i'm the stronger one." Mary says with a smirk.

Sarah shoots Mary a glare before releasing, disappointed in the result. "Don't forget i still won the grip strength competition." She retorts.

"Oh yeah? Is that all you got? Grip?" Mary asks teasingly.

Sarah scoffs. "We are still tied, we need a tiebreaker."