Makita Shouko vs. Alma Runas

Alma breaked the kiss when Makita start strugling, but kept her legs wraped around her body. She wanted to keep their bodies close; partialy because it felt good and partialy to limit opponent options of what to do next. "What's wrong, you don't like kisses?" Alma smiled and teased her opponent a little. She clenched her fists and tried to land few punches on the sides of Makita's body. Swedish girl had to figure out something to get out of this position quickly before sitution will get even worse.

After landing a punch, Alma would try to do same thing as her opponent did earlier. She would try to roll them around once again to end up on the top as it was initially after they fell down.

When her lips were freed, Makita gasped in a breath of air as Alma continued to keep their bodies close and rubbing up against each other, not only did it continue to keep Makita distracted with how it felt, but it also made things difficult for Makita to fight back with Alma's legs wrapped around her waist like this. "N-not when I'm in a match!" Makita let out, a little embarrassed by the fact she was coiled with another girl in nothing but their underwear. "Guh! Guh! Guh!" Makita gasped out when Alma began punching at her sides, it was a quick and vicious way to take her away from the distracting thoughts as it allowed Alma to roll the two of them over as now she was on the bottom.

The situation was getting worse and worse for her as she knew that she had to get back into the match or otherwise suffer a humiliating loss with how the match was going. She would look to free herself by attempting to punch at the sides of Alma in retaliation to try and free her waist from Alma to allow her an easier time escaping.

Alma managed to roll them over and she was back on top again. It will get easier to follow with offense now. Alma could sit up and straddle Makita, but she decided to keep on laying on top of her. It felt good to rub their bodies together and this would leave pink haired opponent less space to maneuver. She tried to reach for Makita's arms to pin them down above her head, but she couldn't find them.

Instead, she felt sharp pain in her sides. "Ugh!" Makita gave Alma taste of her own medicine and it got harder for her to stay on top. She was doing her best when trying to take the punches and endure the pain, but she eventually got off Makita and rolled away. She stood up and rub her bruised body while waiting for her opponent to do the same. When they were both up, Alma would walk toward her and grab her for the wrist in order to irish whip her toward the ropes. After Makita would bounce back, Alma would wait for her return and try to end up with a drop kick.

Makita bit her lips to prevent herself from moaning more as Alma continued to grind their bodies together. It was a little too much for the pinknette as she kept her arms active as she felt Alma's hands trying to find her's as she continued to slam her fist into Alma's side. Eventually her efforts paid off as Alma got off of her, allowing Makita to let out a breath of air as she rolled away from Alma, the two underwear clad girls gaining a bit of distance between each other.

Panting as she rubbed her own side from the early beating of Alma's, she would get to her feet as Alma was already on her and grabbing her by her wrist that sent her flying towards the ropes. Turning her back into the ropes as she bounced off of it running towards Alma, Makita's eyes widened as Alma took to the air and planted both of her feet into her chest that blasted Makita off of her feet and planted her back into the mat with a thud. "Guh!" she cried out as she covered her chest and sat up, stunned from the twin feet attack.

Alma whiped her opponent, waited for her to bounce off the ropes and jumped for drop kick. She hoped that all action will turn out well and indeed it did. Actually, it went better than she hoped. She was happy with not missing a target; sending Makita backward and make her fall down was much better and more satisfying.

She moved forward to Makita and slamed down with belly on belly and bodies crossed. Alma wasn't really a heavyweight and her initial plan wasn't knocking wind out of pink haired girl. She went for a pinfall attempt by hoking arm around opponent's leg and lift it up. It was still very early in match with both girls still being fresh, but maybe Alma can mess up with Makita's mind a little by going for early pinfall attempt.

"Come on ref, start the count!" She shouted while holding Makita's leg up.

Gasping for air after the hard shot with the two feet, Makita's breathing was further hampered when Alma landed on top of her. Although her opponent wasn't that heavy compared to the larger girls on the roster, it was still not an easy attack to hold her breath from. Her face stayed being red with how their barely covered bodies continued rub against each other as Makita heard Alma shouting for the ref.

Her head turned to see the ref girl sliding into position as she slammed against the mat to start the count. "ONE!" she shouted, not wanting to lose in quick fashion like this, Makita would attempt to bring her other leg up and tried to kick out of the pin to try and force her shoulder off of the mat.

Alma expected Makita to kick out of the pin, but she hoped that it would take bit longer. She was free as soon as referee start counting and Alma just rolled away with smirk on her face. She stood up and waited for pink haired opponent to do the same.

Once they were both up, Alma slowed down the pace of a fight a little. She got in defensive stance and slowly approached Makita. Once girls were close to each other, Alma would throw some punches, aiming them in opponents face.

Panting a bit as she got to her feet, Makita brought her hands up to prepare for another skirmish with Alma. Although she managed to kick out at one, she was feeling a few butterflies in her stomach as she knew that more mistakes could leave her on the mat long enough for the three count.

Watching Alma making her ways towards her, she would follow suit as the two of them got into striking distance. Her arms would attempt to deflect most of the strikes while she attempted to move her head out of the way of the fists as she back pedaled towards the ropes, quickly about to find herself having no room to back up.

As soon as girls were close to eachother Alma start throwing punches. It's true that she managed to land very small percentage, since Makita was pretty good at defending and avoiding her fists. But regardless of missing her shots, Alma was getting more confident, since she forced her opponent to keep moving backward.

And so Alma kept on the preasure while walking forward untill eventually Makita leaned back on the ropes. Once there were nowhere else to go, Alma grabed her opponent and tried to use hiptoss in order to throw Makita back toward the center of the ring.

Makita was able to keep a good defense in blocking against Alma's attacks, letting out a grunt every now and then as a punch managed to slip pass her defenses but it wasn't anything too bad. However what was more worse was just backing up into ropes as Makita's eyes widened as now there was no more space for her to escape into.

Alma had quickly caught on to Makita's predicament as she caught the pink haired wrestler, grabbing on to her hip and was sent up and over for a hip toss. "Gaaah!" Makita cried out as she smashed into the mat, back into the center of the ring as she rolled over on to her stomach, having the wind knocked out of her.