Ninjette vs Asami Asagiri: Kunoichi Crossover

Asami didn't think Ninjette was one to get beat by a surprise pin attempt, but after the woman's earlier offense, she was willing to take anything that would slow her opponent's momentum.

Quickly, Asami would get to her feet as well, trying to stay near Kozue. When the kunoichi from New Jersey got up, she would see her Asian opponent lashing out with a front kick at her stomach, looking to double her over. Then Asami would follow that up by slipping an arm around Kozue's head, going into a fast paced DDT!

This was a fast-paced sort of match, as a battle between ninja chicks could only be. So, as Kozue rose, she knew she had precious little time before Asami moved in for the kill, taking advantage of her momentary confusion.


Knowing that something is about to happen is different from doing anything about it, however, and as she rose up, she found herself eating a nasty kick from Asami before she had a chance at retaliation. That put her in prime position to be front facelocked, and from there…


”Guh!” That weak, sputtering sound was all Kozue had time to make, as her head was rammed hard into the mat by the classic maneuver. If this happened earlier, she might be able to pop back up soon enough. But the match was taking a toll on her body, slow and sure - she was left rolling around on her back, grasping the top of her skull as she grimaced from the pain.

As Kozue thrashed in pain, Asami tucked her knees to her chest and then kicked out with her legs, kipping up to her feet nimbly.

"Alright!" she yelled.

Seeing Kozue on her back, Asami quickly spun and faced away from her foe. Then she threw herself backwards into a backflip, looking to slam her body across her fellow ninja's chest in a standing moonsault. She would then hook one of Kozue's legs, going for another pin attempt!

Kozue was hurting, on her back, aching, but still coherent enough to think things through. She and Asami were similar in just about everything except bust size. So, while she had a moment to wallow in pain, she could think: what would she do in this situation?

A standing moonsault.

And what did Asami hit her with?

A standing moonsault.

Right on target, too. Asami landed hard, Kozue’s limbs shot up briefly before flopping down, and she laid there, still and serene and groaning underneath her.

Asami felt a sense of triumph as she hit her moonsault. For a good part of the match, she had been unable to hit with the sort of high speed, acrobatic offense that she enjoyed. But this started to make up for it.

Reaching out as Kozue went limp, the Tokyo native caught hold of her opponent's leg, hooking it. That drew the referee over, dropping down to her knees to start a count.

"One!" she called, her hand slapping the mat....

Kozue was respecting the hell out of Asami’s style. Aside from showing how tough she was, it was great to find someone who rocked the agility stat as well as she did. She still preferred tearing it up with boys, but this was a welcome change of pace.

”2…!”

Didn’t mean she was just going to lay down and make it easy, though. She shot her hand up immediately after the second, breaking it and pushing Asami off of her, a wry grin on her face. ”Already trying to get on top, huh?”

"Well, girls like us aren't known for being passive....." Asami replied drolly as she hopped up to her feet.

"Now I need you to get up...." she went on, as she bent down, looking to haul Kozue back up by an arm and a hand in her hair. "....thanks!"

With that Asami suddenly stepped backwards, leaving Kozue on her feet whike gaining some distance. She would then throw herself forward into a handstand, her legs circling around the American's neck. Using that as an anchor Asami would draw herself to a sitting position on Ninjette's shoulders.

"Enjoying the view?" she'd ask, looking down at the face between her thighs.

She'd smile before arching herself backwards, looking to use a hurricarana to bring Kozue down to the mat with Asami straddling her face. The Asian would reach back, trying to hook Ninjette's legs for another pinning attempt!

”Owowowatch the hair, shit!”

Kozue had her hair in a very yankable-looking pigtail, and she was frankly surprised it didn’t get pulled more often. Maybe the guys were just too polite for it. Whatever the case, Asami obviously didn’t have any problem - she pulled her up, all handy-dandy, and the rest of Kozue’s body followed along, getting up to her feet.

She didn’t stay up for long, though - the next thing she knew, the world was getting turned upside down, a wild ride that ended with her on her back and the referee counting beside them.

”1…!”

Kozue was quick to snap back to life this time, digging deep to escape just before the referee could hit the mat again. But she didn’t just escape. She rocked forward and pulled Asami back with her leg, putting her shoulders to the mat and completely reversing their situation.

As an added bonus, it gave her a perfect view under her skirt, a sight she enjoyed with a lecherous grin. ”Loving it.”

"Two!" the ref's count continued.

It was at two that Asami clapped her feet together with Kozue's head between them, delivering a sharp blow to both sides of her head while twisting her body getting her shoulder off the mat.

Upon her escape, the Japanese woman would quickly try to roll to her feet. Once back to a standing position she gave the other woman a grin.

"Perv," she teased, wagging a finger at Kozue. "Can't even wait until after the match to try and take a look 'under the hood..'"

As she spoke, Asami began circling, looking to see how the next exchange was going to begin....

Thanks to Kozue’s ability to not be a complete idiot, she realized that there wasn’t much chance of this little ploy working - who actually won matches off of reversed pins? Didn’t happen often. Didn’t happen much at all.

So when Asami didn’t just escape but managed to hurt her along the way, she wasn’t too surprised. A little irritated, but not surprised.

Kozue rolled away, rubbing her skull as she rose up. Still smiling, though. ”Yeah, that’s me. Always snuck a peek at my presents under the tree.”

The two began to circle once more, moving like two cats in the jungle. Close. Slow. Intense. Until Kozue broke away and dashed in, turning her body to shoot a low kick at Asami’s stomach.