Chiyorin vs. The Won Siblings - Cultural Exchange

Cindy winced as she saw Chiyo coming in, moving far faster that she would have ever guessed possible for someone built so well. The girl was odd, yes. Vapid. But not totally mindless, it seemed. Maybe that was the whole point, to lull her enemies into a false sense of security and assuredness with her airheaded act, feign ignorance, then surprise them with her skill.

If that was the case, Cindy would have to applaud the Chiyo's ingenuity. Perhaps the girl had real potential.

She pushed that idle thought aside and struck out with a low roundhouse, but Chiyo had backed away before Cindy could even dream of hitting. It was not pure speed, either, but a good sense along with impressive reflexes that let Chiyo get a few steps ahead. Before Cindy knew what was happening, she found herself wrapped up and held tightly against her stronger opponent. The last place she wanted to be. At this point in the match, anyway.

"Release me!" Cindy broke into a struggle and tried to pull away, throwing a punch in Chiyo's side while she thrashed.

"Ow!" Chiyo grunted as she felt the punch on her side. "Looks like you could use a bit of lesson in manner... nnggh..."

She tightened her headlock in an attempt to control her opponent better, while shifting around in order to disorient Cindy a bit with little movement here and there. The pink haired girl knew she had to act quick before the next punch came.

Glancing at the nearest corner, Chiyo would give Cindy a tighter squeeze before releasing the girl from the hold, before she'd try to whip her opponent back first to the corner.

Cindy was starting to wish that her sister had started this match and given her a better feel of what Chiyo could do before taking her on. Bridget could fight her on even ground and expose more weaknesses, perhaps drain the fight out of her by puttting her frustration to good use.

There was hardly any sense in lamenting, though. For the moment, Chiyo was her problem, and CIndy always handled her problems.

"And you believe you can teach-" Her retort was cut off as Chiyo abruptly hurled her into the corner with amazing force, enough that Cindy would have fallen forward had she not grabbed on to the ropes in time. She slumped against the turnbuckle and shook her head, trying to regain her focus in the midst of the half-breed's full-fledged assault.

"Not sure about that, but I can always try..." Chiyo huffed for a bit, rubbing the side that was punched earlier by Cindy before approaching the cornered girl.

This was where things often get tricky. If she rushed, then her opponent could just raise a leg or move away at the last second and she'd be screwed a bit. If she took her time, that only gave Cindy a recovery time and made her effort cornering her rather useless. She had to make her decisions within seconds, too, so there's that.

"Hyaahh!" the pink haired girl rushed forward, looking like she's going to go for the quick strike.

Just when she felt that Cindy could spot her, however, Chiyo glanced to the side, and stopped for a bit as if something was distracting her, her head slightly turned to the direction. Maybe someone else was trying to interfere her? Even the ref was slightly surprised and decided to sneak a glance to where the pink haired girl was looking, checking for Bridget.

All was part of her plan, though, as Chiyo would just smirk like a brat and attempt to ram her side into her opponent, aiming to hit her and pin her on the turnbuckle, if her little trick succeed.

Cindy was winded by Chiyo's impressive assault, but she was hardly close to being defeated. This was hardly the first time she had been in a corner with a stronger opponent closing in, and she knew how to handle the situation. Unlike her sister, she was quite capable of turning a situation like this to her advantage and making apparent weaknesses into strength. It was simple of timing.

As Chiyo moved in, CIndy prepared to display that skill with a quick kick to the incoming fighter's face...until she stopped. Dead in her tracks. Paused and looked towards Bridget, leaving herself open. A foolish mistake, and Cindy moved to capitalize on it.

As soon as she stepped out of the corner, Chiyo's body crashed into her and put her right back, pinning her hard and sandwiching her against the unforgiving steel. Cindy let out a hoarse cry and fell forward with her arms drapped over Chiyo's shoulders and her legs weakly brushing at her sides, feeling those unflinching muscles writhe against her own.

"I thought I saw an UFO back there," Chiyo giggled as tried to contain Cindy at the corner. "Not possible? I guess you're right~"

It's not a constant habit, but she did like pulling a little trick like that once or twice just to confuse her opponent. Now that Cindy was trapped against the turnbuckle, the pink haired girl would shift herself, so that her front would meet the other girl's and pin her body on the post while she tried to contain her opponent's arms.

"Before we start the lesson... I think we need to... uhm, make sure we get along well with each other, I guess...?" said Chiyo casually as she attempted to grind her body slightly against Cindy's. "I've been told that a little skinship can work wonders..."

Cindy let out a low moan as Chiyo squirmed around, pressing her against the turnbuckle and secured her arms. She tried to push her way out, but the effort was futile - she was big enough and did not have nearly enough power to escape that way. She was stuck in the corner until Chiyo released her. Fortunately, Cindy had a few ideas on how to make her want to do that.

"There will be plenty of time for us to know each other more personally, piào liàng." She indulged in a bit of her native language, curious to see if Chiyo would recognize the word for 'beautiful'. "Later."

Her legs shot up and wrapped around Chiyo's waist, trying to capture her with a tight scissorhold, hoping to turn Chiyo's own trap against her.

"Ha," Chiyo chuckled at Cindy's reply. "At least you're not giving me a cold shoulder, mei nü. Good to know..."

Their brief flirting session was cut short by Cindy herself, though, who raised her legs to trap the pink haired girl's waist before squeezing it tightly, causing her to gasp and groan. Her grip was partially loosened as she tried to pry her opponent's leg with one hand, while keeping her pinned with the other. It barely produced th desired effect, though, and Chiyo knew she had to switch her tactic.

"Unnghh..." she pressed her head against the chest of Cindy, just above the girl's breasts while her hands held her opponent's sides.

It might look like she's giving up on the hold, which was actually true, but Chiyo wasn't about to let Cindy take over control just like that. She'd pull herself back and tried to spin around, aiming to slam her opponent's back to the mat. It might not be as powerful as she'd like considering her predicament, but she hoped that it'd be enough to put an end to Cindy's scissors.

Cindy gasped as her legs clamped down around Chiyo's taut middle and squeeze her muscles into jelly, letting out a sigh that rivaled orgasmic bliss. She had sampled her opponent's form a moment ago, but now she could truly appreciate it, map out every area of her body that the clamped down on it. It was an exquisite, divine feeling, and her thighs crushed harder and harder, pusling with power while Cindy bit her lips at the pleasure.

"Yes..." She muttered, starting to a slow grind against Chiyo's iron stomach.

The bliss came to an abrupt stop as Chiyo was slammed hard into the ground, the impact rattling all the way down her spine. It wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been, but the sudden interruption of pleasure with pain was enough to make her legs pop open and release the hold.

Knowing how poor of a position this was, Cindy scrambled and shot her arm up, trying to hit Chiyo with an elbow in the face to knock her off and get free.

"Guh!"

Before she could even take a breath after being released from that scissors, Chiyo took an elbow to her cheek and knocked onto her butt. She had to stay down for a bit while recovering from the impact of the strike and the squeezing from earlier, although she'd try to keep a tab on her opponent's movement.

Eventually, she'd try to get up and moved towards the ropes for safety measure. If the girl's partner was as strong as she was, the last half of this match would be troublesome to say the least.