Moe Fukuoka vs Zoey Satoshi

Moe would lift her shoulder and remove the smaller Zoey from her person. She was still upset but she was beginning to realize that she was playing into Zoey's strategy for some time now. Just when she was in the midst of her realization Zoey would push on the green clad woman's breasts to get up onto her feet. Yet another mischievous and highly annoying tactic on her part. Moe blushed and frowned as Zoey did this, but she couldn't react in time to push the red head away.

Finally, Moe would sit up to see Zoey posing adorably in the center of the ring. The pose looked like something Moe had seen in a yoga class. "Gggrrrrrrrr" The brunette growled while witnessing Zoey continue to avoid taking her seriously and taunt her without paying for it. But in the middle of her growling, Moe would remind herself to stop falling for this tactic. She would rise to her feet and take several deep breaths.

"In.....Out....In...Out..." Once finish, if she was undisturbed, she'd raise her arms and begin to approach her foe yet again. Bearing in mind that she'd likely keep getting countered and styled on if Zoey kept control of the pace of the match, she'd slowly approach Satoshi while throwing an occasional jab. She tried to guide the high flyer towards the corner.

With her hands still on her hips, Zoey simply let Moe come towards her slowly. In a very cocky but impressive display of her reaction time, she rather easily dodged several of Moe's quick punches without breaking her pose, slowly moving backwards to maintain the distance between the two girls. The crowd seemed to love this, with the younger and smaller girl making the older and heavier look very silly. Zoey's adorable smile remained on her face the whole time.

Eventually though, her back bumped up against the corner post and left her with nowhere to dodge to with Moe in front of her and still throwing out jabs. A jab landed hard into her bare little stomach and made her eyes go wide, immediately being reminded of the hit she had taken at the very start. She began slowly climbing the ropes, holding her arms over her body to try and protect herself from any more of those belly punches.

All she had to do was get behind Moe like she had done before, and things would swing back in her favour. If not, Moe would pound her into dust with those deadly punches and kicks she had been throwing out all match.

Moe would frown as Zoey dodged artfully. Her small and light body made it easy for her to move quickly and avoid all of Moe's blows, despite being in that adorable pose for almost all of them. As bad as it made Fukouka look, she pressed on and bore through it, exercising patience with closing the gap between herself and the red head. Sure enough, that patience would pay off and she'd find herself able to trap Zoey in the corner and hit her in the tummy with a strong right hand!

"Yata!" Moe said aloud as she finally began to wear away at Miss Satoshi. Despite landing this hit, Zoey would try to climb the ropes to attempt a means of escape. Moe would continue firing off punches at her. She hit her with a small flurry of glancing blows, but not hard enough to halt Zoey's climb.

"HAAAA!" Finally, Moe would let out battle cry while trying a high kick as her opponent found her footing on the ropes! She would attempt to disrupt Zoey's balance by kicking her foot as she tried to stand on the ropes to hopefully knock her down!

Zoey was quickly making her way up the ropes using only her feet, her arms doing what they could to deflect or block Moe's painful hits, and not doing a very good job at that. Almost all of Moe's punches landed against some part of Zoey's small body, making her wince and squeak each time. Eventually, she reached the top rope and leaned back slightly, intending to vault over the top of Moe and get back to the center of the ring.

That didn't happen though, as Fukuoka's foot came up high and sweeped her leg out from under her. A cry of terror came from Zoey's mouth as she began to fall, and fall the wrong way, towards the hard arena ground. "Help! Catch me!" she squealed to Moe, her other foot sliding off of the ropes to guarantee she wouldn't regain her balance. The young rookie rolled backwards in the air and landed on her front with a groan. This wasn't good.

It took her a moment to recover, getting up on her knees and looking back towards the ring to check on her opponent. Well, at least she had the distance she had wanted, although it came in the wrong direction and left her vulnerable if Moe decided to pursue.

Moe was able to get in a good few hits, but none of them stopped Zoey's advance up the turnbuckles and to the top rope. Finally, once Zoey readied herself to fly over her opponent and put some more distance between them, Moe landed a sweeping kick that tripped her up and caused her to fall backwards, to the outside of the ring! Satoshi took a nasty spill. The red haired rookie squealed for help as she fell down.

"No!" Moe exclaimed. The green clad rookie rushed towards the ropes and reached over them, as if to try to catch or grab Zoe. But she was far too late. Satoshi had already hit the floor. Moe would try to leave the ring to go after Zoey, but the referee would hold onto her and try to prevent her pursuit.

"Grr! Why?!"

"I'm going to start the count! There's no need to give chase! ONE....! TWO....!"

If Zoey didn't find her way to her feet by the third count, Moe would exit the ring while the referee was counting and begin to walk towards her foe, aiming to grab her by her briefs and shove her under the bottom ropes and back into the ring.

Zoey quickly got back on her feet when she heard Moe and the referee speak. The impact of landing on the arena floor had stung the bare sections of her body, but the pain didn't last all that long. With a giggle to Moe, she put her hands on her hips again and looked up at her, "You really are the slowest person I've met." she said with a teasing tone, sticking her tongue out at the girl. She was starting to like Moe, even if her ceaseless teasing and taunting didn't show it so well.

Her taunt came just before the referee reached the third count, and she giggled with delight at seeing Moe slide under the ropes to chase her. Strangely, when Moe got up within grappling range, the girl's hands went to Zoey's hips and grabbed her small briefs! Satoshi's eyes opened a little wider and she quickly responded by trying to hop upwards, swinging her knee up with the intention of smacking it into Fukuoka's chin.

"Are you that desperate?! Can't you wait until later, at least?" she responded, her hands grabbing Moe's wrists to try and pry them away. If Moe pulled them up or down hard enough, Zoey would be in an embarrassing situation.

Moe gave chase to her foe. It seemed that despite falling from the top turnbuckle all the way to the outside of the ring, she was still mouthy and much more resilient than many would have given her credit for. Satoshi continued to speak at Moe's expense even when the brunette drew close. Upon grabbing the woman's brief and trying to pull her back towards the ring, Zoey would retaliate by swinging her leg upwards and kicking Fukouka in the chin! The kick hurt but it wasn't enough to break her grip on those briefs.

"Urgh! Listen you!" Moe said while pulling Moe's briefs upwards hard enough to lift her off the ground with a wedgie! "Be serious for just one second! I'm here to beat you fair and square! And to do that, we need to be in that ring!" Moe would begin to pull her opponent towards the ring, by her briefs. She'd summon her strength, and if uninterrupted, she'd toss her foe under the bottom rope and into the ring!

While the two were interacting, the ref's count would continue to advance. "THREE...! FOUR....FIVE!!

Zoey let out a squeak as Moe lifted her up off the ground, her feet pointing downwards to try and take some of the pressure off of her crotch. The wedgie was painful and uncomfortable, and it probably would look awful to watch the broadcast later. The brunette began to move towards the ring, carrying Zoey's tiny frame along with her.

Not one to pass up on an opportunity to annoy someone further, Zoey threw her arms around the back of Moe's neck like a lover, pressing her body tightly against Moe's with a giggle. It seemed to greatly please the audience to see the two little rookies "hug" by the side of the ring, Zoey sticking her tongue out at her opponent.

A moment later, Moe lifted her up just a little higher and swung her back into the ring, Zoey rolling across to the opposite side to try and guarantee Moe wouldn't be right on her as soon as she stood up. When she got to a safe enough distance, she twisted onto her back and sprang up onto her feet, looking for Moe to blow a kiss at the girl.

Moe only frowned as Zoey teased her with some makeshift affection while she escorted her to the ring. Zoey's hugging and silliness might have been appreciated some other time, but to Moe, the ring was a place to be serious. Once she was close enough to the ring, she'd toss her fellow rookie into it while exclaiming: "Not even if I WAS into women!"

Moe would enter the ring after tossing her foe back into it. She'd roll under the bottom rope and get up to see that Zoey had rolled to the other side of the ring and found her way up before blowing a kiss at her. The green clad wrestler would roll her eyes at Satoshi before resuming her fighting stance and walking towards her. Moe would try to close the distance and look to lock up with Zoey. If she was able to do so, she'd attempt to keep her opponent subdued by placing her in a Side Headlock.

Moe was such fun to tease, it almost brought a tear to Zoey's eye. She put a kiss on Moe's nose just before being thrown into the ring, and couldn't help but laugh at Moe's frustrated attempt at a comeback. With the two back on their feet and back in the ring, Zoey smiled in her adorable way at the girl in green. "You're so adorable, I just want to hug you!" she called out in her childish voice, the tiny aerialist putting her arms out as if to invite Moe in.

Her opponent seemed to have plans already though, coming forwards towards Zoey's open arms with more painful intentions than a cuddle. Zoey was legitimately expecting Moe to hug her when the girl brought her strong body towards her, making Zoey's eyes and smile widen for the short couple of moments it took for Moe to actually get there.

When she did, Zoey was disappointed to find herself suddenly in a headlock at Moe's hip, struggling and squirming in the girl's strong grasp to try and achieve freedom before the move turned into something much harder. Moe could quite easily turn the match around hard on Zoey if she applied her superior strength and weight in the right ways, making Zoey's struggling all the more desperate.