Hell in a Cell - Anonymous Fight

Azami felt like she needed a couple more seconds to recover. Fortunately Sora didn't immediately go for an attack straight away. A smirk appeared on her face she watched the short haired girl ran towards the ropes and launched herself against her. Should have went for a direct route, Sora-chan... she thought to herself. Now that her opponent gave her the few seconds she needed, she was ready for the incoming attack.

With a simple movement Azami threw her fan towards Sora as if it was a frisbee or something. She was aiming for the girl's face, hoping that would be enough to distract her opponent. The princess would then roll aside and swing one of her legs to try tripping the short haired girl to the ground.

As Sora came bouncing off the ropes back at Azami, the last thing she had expected was for her opponent to use her fan as a projectile. Instinctively, Sora brought her hand up to her forehead to stop it from completely colliding with her face. “Ahhh, jeez, what the...” she would let out as she kept moving forward, but the fan had been more than enough to distract her. As she looked back up, Azami had moved out of the way and with a simple leg sweep was able to send Sora tumbling forward onto her face.

“Ahh!” she let out as she fell face down onto the mat. Sora quickly tried to roll onto her back to stop Azami from taking a quick advantage of her in her vulnerable position, and would use her legs to kick out at the blue haired girl in a desperate attempt to defend herself if Azami came too close to her.

Azami smirked as Sora went down to the mat with a single leg sweep, but apparently the girl reacted quick enough to roll back. She went after the girl, wanting to catch her and put her in a possible hold, only to meet Sora's foot swinging at her. The kick hit the side of her left midsection, slightly unbalancing Azami. Fortunately it wasn't too strong of an attack.

"Ugh!" she grunted, before her arm quickly locked the leg of Sora to trap it. "Heh, gotcha now..."

She would try to catch the other leg of her opponent should the girl went for another kick, so she could have a secure grasp on Sora. Otherwise, Azami would just just the caught leg to turn the girl over so she could return the favor from earlier by putting Sora in a single leg Boston Crab!

Rolling over quickly, Sora's eyes would widen as she saw Azami approaching her in such a vulnerable position and quickly kicked out at her. While she connected, it wasn't enough to knock Azami back. Even worse, Sora wasn't quick enough to bring her leg back in as Azami quickly snached a hold of her ankle. "Ah!" Sora gasped out, realising what an awful position she'd now found herself in.

She wouldn't try to kick back out at Azami again, but instead would try to roll back onto her side, trying to make her leg twist about in Azami's grasp and make her struggle to simple turn her over. Using her other leg, she would try to entwine her legs around Azami's arm and try to pull her down to the mat using her weight. The move was more out of desperation than any actual strategy, but she would try anything to stop Azami from wrenching her into a submission hold after being forced to tap out the last time they faced one another.

Azami grunted in annoyance as Sora made it difficult for her to turn the girl around. She decided to twist her opponent's ankle a bit to soften Sora's resistance, but the girl tangled her leg around her arms instead. Azami wasn't sure what to make out of it, and soon enough she was brought down to the mat again.

"Ah!" she yelped before scrambling away from the short haired girl on her arms and knees.

She made a short retreat, only to try grabbing one of Sora's legs again to keep her opponent in check. Azami wanted to really wear down the girl's spirit, and so she needed to put her in a devastating hold. If she could get a hold of the girl's leg, then Azami would try to pull it towards her so she could wrap her legs around and applied a kneebar on that captured leg.

With her legs both locked around Azamiâ€s arm, with one firm pull she managed to bring the moon princess down onto the mat. “Yes” she hissed out, trying to then pull herself away from Azami as the blue haired girl backed up herself. However, she wasnâ€t quick enough as suddenly, on her hands and knees, she felt a sudden force grab her leg and pull her back down to the mat

“Ahh!” Sora let out in horror, looking back over her shoulder to see Azami holding onto her ankle once more, wrapping her legs around it to lock in a painful knee bar. “AHHH!” Sora yelled as her leg was forcibly straightened and twisted, desperately trying to squirm her way out of it before Azami could lock it in firmly and really begin doing damage to her. Her face would be an expression of panic as her hands groped the mat, trying to pull herself away from the taller girl.

"Oh you're not getting away Sora-chan..." Azami cooed as she pulled the girl's leg back when Sora tried to wriggle away from her. "You have so much to pay for being such a naughty girl..."

She tightened her grip around her opponent's caught leg, wanting to weaken it so that Sora wouldn't be as mobile as she was. After a while, though, she would try to shift her hold by wrapping only one of her legs around the girl's. Her free leg, meanwhile, would brush lightly alongside Sora's thigh until she reached the short haired girl's crotch area. Wihout any need to confirm her action, Azami would then push her sole between Sora's legs and grind it against the girl's sex.

"Mmm... remember the feeling?" she taunted the girl with a wicked smile. "You like this, don't you?"

Flat on her back, Sora would let out a low moan in pain as Azami continued to tweak her leg. Slowly, the dark haired girl would try reaching up, aiming to begin pulling at Azamiâ€s legs to try and pull them off of her. However, before she could even attempt to, she felt the princess†teasing foot running its way up her thigh before pressing into her most private of places.

“Aha~!” Sora let out, a sharp gasp of shock as Azami began rubbing and pressing her foot right into Soraâ€s crotch. Collapsing back down, Soraâ€s cheeks would redden as she squirmed on the mat. “Noooo~” she let out, trying to reach her arms out to pull herself away in a feeble motion. This is not fairrrr she thought to herself as she squinted her eyes closed, pleasure rushing through her body and distracting her from the match. Sheâ€d been trying all match to avoid giving Azami such an opportunity, but now she was trapped.

Desperately, Sora would try to close her legs together to make it more difficult for Azami to tease and pressure Soraâ€s crotch, but she could do nothing about the kneebar that the moon princess had locked in tight, still causing searing pain up her leg.

"Ha~ Not so cocky now, aren't you?" Azami taunted as she kept grinding her foot as much as possible between Sora's legs.

While she focused herself in wearing her opponent down with her sensual tactics, her hold on the girl's leg would gradually soften. It's not loose enough to give Sora an opportunity to pull it away, or so Azami thought, but it's not hard enough to cause a significant amount of pain for the time being. The princess was smiling wickedly as she kept stimulating Sora's crotch with her foot, her toes would occasionally tap themselves playfully on the girl's covered mound to tease her further.

"Is it me or you're getting a little wet down here, Sora-chan~?" Azami asked teasingly, giggling.