Yajiri Kasamatsu vs Zoey Satoshi

Yajiri kept the pressure up the whole way to the ropes, but sure enough, Zoey managed to get to them, and the ref called for a break. Immediately she let go of the trapped limb and moved away from her foe, then waited for her to get up. Judging by the way she was tending to the leg, it seemed her hold had done its job rather nicely. Some might’ve taken advantage and jumped on that wounded leg like a shark smelling blood in the water. But Yajiri had no intention of doing such a thing.

“You alright?” she asked, still waiting to see if her opponent was ok before continuing. As much as she wanted to win, Yajiri wasn’t interested in injuring people. She had no problem with continuing to give Zoey everything she had in this match, but only if she was sure the girl could keep going.

"I think its- Nyaah!" she cried out, the leg in her hands trembling quite violently. She rested in a sitting position against the ropes, a concerned expression on her face. The referee girl began to move over to check on the tiny red-headed wrestler, and Zoey hoped Yajiri would come too. The girl was putting on quite a convincing act, her leg wasn't really injured at all, though the muscles in her thigh felt almost like jelly. Instead, she was hoping Yajiri would approach to check on her, where she'd then thrust her foot out right into the gap in Kazamatsu's attire, conveniently placed on her stomach, a naturally vulnerable spot!

If Yajiri didn't fall for it, she'd eventually go from moaning with pain to laughing at her own stupidity, getting up in no time as if nothing had happened at all, much to the bewilderment of the referee. She'd still go for a kick into the brunette's belly, sprinting forwards and slightly to Yajiri's side before swinging her small foot up in a soccer-like kick! The blow would be quite punishing and painful if it landed, but had a significant wind-up that someone quick enough could easily exploit to reverse the move.

Initially Yajiri had planned to just sit back and let the ref check on Zoey herself. It wasn’t because she didn’t trust the other girl, or that she was worried about anything bad coming from it. She just thought the ref would be better suited to take a look at Zoey and decide if the match should go on or not. But it didn’t end up being that simple.

Zoey seemed to be really hurt, but she was clearly trying to push past it to keep fighting. It was admirable, though the ref didn’t seem sure of what to do. Deciding maybe she should help after all, Yajiri decided to step in too. But, that ended up being a mistake.

“Let me take a lo-- Ugh!!” she suddenly gasped out as a foot slammed right into her belly, doubling Yajiri over and sending her stumbling back a few steps. One arm moved protectively over her stomach while the other waved around to try to help her keep her balance. That hardly mattered though, as Zoey recomposed herself and came in to deliver a stiff kick right to Yajiri’s ribs! “AGH!” the brunette cried in anguish out as the blow dropped her down to the mat, where she writhed around while clutching at her wounded midsection.

The little wrestler's black and red attire contrasted very nicely with Yajiri's blue and white gear. It made her look somewhat "evil" despite her small stature and silly attitude, and got a few boos and jeers out of the crowd once they realised what had happened. The little redhead simply stuck her tongue out at them while maneuvering herself behind Yajiri's downed body to continue the offense and punish the brunette for falling for her trickery.

She dropped down onto her knees and hooked an arm around Yajiri's throat, pulling her upright into a sitting position and squeezing it in tight, closing the brunette's windpipe and keeping her from breathing. Once that was done, her other arm slid up in front of it and pushed her opponent's head forwards to keep the choke on tight. Being a good 8 inches taller than the little wrestler, Yajiri's height caused Zoey to push upwards to match it, almost standing up with one knee almost touching the canvas.

"Silly~ Just relax and I'll put you to bed~" she teased in a condescending tone, patting on Yajiri's head.

As much as Yajiri could appreciate the crowd's sympathy, it hardly did anything to make her situation any better. Zoey's kicks had done their job to perfection, and now the brunette was a sitting duck. It didn't surprise her much when the redhead jumped right on the wide open opportunity before her.

Yajiri felt herself get pulled up to a sitting position, before Zoey's arm locked itself in a suffocating vice right around her throat. Yajiri might've had the size advantage, but having arms like Zoey did made it pretty easy to perfectly apply the sleeper hold. The brunette's breathing was immediately cut off. Her hands pawed at Zoey's arms and her legs kicked about frantically while she strained in a futile effort to keep the oxygen coming in and out the way it was supposed to.

This was bad, and she knew it. Yajiri understood that as tight as this sleeper was, she had a matter of seconds to find a way out of it, or chances were she was screwed. The taunting words and head-patting didn't exactly make her feel better about any of it either. But, desperate to escape the hold, she pressed on. Yajiri pulled at Zoey's arm with all her might to try to pry it as far off of her throat as she could to allow as much air in as possible, while simultaneously trying to use her legs to shift them toward the ropes. With luck, maybe her superior size would be enough to get her there before Zoey could finish choking her out.

The contrasting colours of Zoey's red attire and Yajiri's blue made the sleeper very nice to look at for much of the audience, a wave of camera flashes washing over the arena as Yajiri began to squirm and force her way to the ropes. Zoey didnt quite have the power to hold Yajiri still, even despite both girls being small lightweights, and so the brunette's flailing and shuffling worked out very nicely. Zoey did her best to pull back, of course, but the position didn't allow her much control over anything more than Yajiri's oxygen supply.

The taller wrestler's face was about as blue as her outfit when her hand finally clamped onto the ropes. The referee quickly started tapping on Zoey's shoulder and making gestures that would very clearly say "Let go!". She did so immediately, her arms instead sliding down over Yajiri's chest in a teasing, seductive manner. "Surely this isnt the best you've got?~" Zoey whispered, before planting a kiss right on Yajiri's cheek!

Eventually, the referee managed to get Zoey to back up and give her opponent some space, the little redhead walking across the ring and posing for the audience; her tongue came out, one eye closed, her hips swung to the side, and she made the peace sign with two fingers over her head.

Her journey toward the ropes was one of the more torturous experiences of her young life thus far. But nonetheless, Yajiri’s efforts eventually paid off, and she managed to force the rope break. She immediately began to gasp and pant once the sleeper was released, but blushed heavily when she felt Zoey’s hands move over her chest and the girl’s lips kissing her cheek.

“H-hey… Stop that!” Yajiri protested, though she was far too worn out from the sleeper to immediately try to punish her foe. And while Zoey posed and strutted around the ring, the brunette grunted and strained while slowly picking herself back up to her feet.

Still dizzy by the time she had a vertical base, Yajiri staggered backward and found herself in a nearby corner, back resting against the padded turnbuckles while her arms draped themselves over the top ropes on either side of her. She was going to need some time to recover, but she had a bad feeling Zoey wouldn’t be generous enough to let her do that.