Kirin Sumomo vs Masane Tajiri

AFW title belt tournament round 1.
Standard pinfall, KO, submission, or count-out match.

Kirin breathed soothingly behind the curtain leading out to the ring. She wasn't truly tense from the pressure. She rode on it, in a way. She'd held a title when she'd retired, and she had wondered what might have been if she hadn't. This was a chance to find out. Worst case, she would be testing her mettle against the next generation of wrestlers. Test them while she was at it, she supposed. But it wasn't like she'd stay at the top of her game as best she could. Which of course didn't mean she couldn't apply sex affectively in a match...

"Introducing first! A senior memebr of the league. The masterful mom with a body stuffed with love! She'll cuddle you to death and make you love it. Former middleweight champion of the GAGA (Girls Against Girls Association), Kirin Sumomo!"

Kirin would shove the curtain aside, posing with a curve of her hips that got a cheer from the fans. She was growing famous for her chain of wins, always giving the fans an eyeful of her luscious curves. She wore a tight pair of shorts that hugged her curvy hips, and a tank top that gave them her abundant share of cleavage. She hopped merrily to the ring, giving high fives and planting kisses on cheeks and hugging random fans. She hopped up onto the ring apron, turning and holding the ropes while giving a shake of her ample body for all to see. She finally stepped into the ring to await her worthy foe.


"Look at me. Feeling so young again," she sighed contently.

Masane took a slow breath, closing her eyes slowly. Here it was: She had only done a couple of matches here, and yet she was already nominated to fight for the title. She had her eyes closed, taking the time to calm her nerves before she threw her fists down in front of her, exhaling sharply through her nose as she did, as if she was removing fear and doubt from her mind. She then opened her eyes and stepped through the curtains, hearing the cheering of the crowd, and almost causing her to go deaf.

"Aaaand introducing the opponent! Standing at 5'6" and 122 lbs, Maasaaneee Taajiirrrriiiii!!" The announcer introduced.

The turnout of the crowd was more than she had ever seen before. She had fought in public before, but this rush was unlike anything she had felt before. Regardless, she threw her fist up in the air like she normally did, and began her walk down the ramp. As she walked, her eyes were on her rather.. curvacious opponent. She looked slow, but she doubted she wanted to be caught by her. Once she made it to the bottom of the ramp, she hopped up onto the ring and climbed in through the middle and top ropes. She then raised her fist up to the crowd again before turning to face her opponent.

She looked at Kirin for a moment before she put her fist up in her hand and bent over slightly as a sign of respect. "May the best woman win... Miss... Sumomo, was it?" She asked.

Kirin smiled and nodded, "That's right. Sumomo," she confirmed. "Or Kirin will do fine, dear. Tournament or not, wrestling's not a very formal event."

She seemed to ponder for a moment before mimicking Masane's bow with surprising aptitude for her appearance, her buoyant bosom bouncing with it. She giggled softly and blushed a bit. "My trainer asked me to learn a little karate when I was a young star, though I'm afraid most of it was lost on me," she confessed. "And may the best woman win indeed. Just don't go thinking you're any less of a woman if you lose. I promise I'll do the same, too," she said with a playful wink.

Masane smiled a little bit as her reply before she awaited the bell to ring. She took another slow deep breath while closing her eyes before facing her opponent again. No doubt this woman used grappling tactics of some form. She'd have to be quick and unpredictable to avoid getting caught for the most part. She continued to analyze her opponent silently, ears ready to catch the sound of the ring bell, and ready to act on an instant.

Kirin kept up her smile as the bell sounded, lowering her stance a bit and spreading her arms out for a grappling stance. She would move in slowly, calmly until she was within grabbing range... then waited a few more small steps before lashing out one arm, attempting to grab Masane's arm and perform an improvised Irish whip by spinning and letting the momentum yank her along. Kirin would follow shortly after if it worked, attempting to slam her with a clothesline shortly after she rebounded.

Masane's assumptions that this woman was a grappler seemed to hold true for now. She smiled softly to herself, finding this to be a good thing. She would throw a chop at Kirin's forearm as she tried to reach out for her wrist, which, if struck the right way, would cause a stinging pain all the way down her arm. She would then try to step in towards her, about to throw a palm for her gut, but stopped at the last second, feeling it wouldn't be very effective against her. This moment of hesitation would no doubt cost her as she hopped away from her, trying to rethink her strategy on her.

Kirin would wince as the chop stung through her chubby arm, making her pull it back quickly. At Masane's hesitation, Kirin would rush in and grab her in her plump arms, a sort of quick bearhug as she lifted her up and attempted a suplex to fling her over her head as she fell back.

Masane was surprised at Kirin's sudden rush of speed and couldn't get out of the way in time. She groaned as she was picked up, kicking her legs uselessly before she's suplexed and landed flat on her back with a small groan. "Uggh.." She groans, shaking her head slowly and tries to stand back up and move away from Kirin. She was curious as to whether a strong blow to the stomach would actually hurt Sumomo by much...

Kirin would advance on her, attempting to force her to her feet by the collar of her judo outfit before she could set her own pace and get steady footing. Once she was up, she'd brace one hand on Masane's breast, hook an arm under her armpit and heave, trying to swing her over her hip and dropping her onto her belly on the mat.

(gi.) Masane gasped as she's yanked up to her feet, and decided to try attacking the area despite her doubts, and tried to drive her elbow DEEP into Kirin's gut as she tried to grab ahold of her. She would also be blushing a little bit with where Kirin tried to grab, but it would fade away fast.