Kirin Sumomo vs Masane Tajiri

"HUUUP!" Kirin would blurt, holding her stomach and starting to double over as the elbow dug into it. She wasn't really any more vulnerable there than anyone else, and she technically had padding for her true vitals, but it was still very disorienting to have anything several inches inside you.

She would cough and be generally vulnerable for a few seconds, dreading the seeming inevitable follow up as she knew she'd be vulnerable. She could only hope to endure long enough to grab one of Masane's limbs, though not any time in the instant future.

Masane heard the grunt of pain, and saw it did actually hurt her about the same as anyone else. She of course, followed up, leaping up and twisting her body around.

"KYAH!"

She cried out as she twisted her body around and threw her foot around, using a move she normally used as her finisher, her Spinning Crescent Kick!

Kirin would grunt noisily as the kick blindsided her completely, rattling her brains as she staggered drunkenly. She'd manage to stay on her feet for a few seconds, but finally dropped sideways, holding her face as she groaned painfully on the mat. "Okay, no playing then...Have to get old school on her the second she lets her guard down..." Kirin's mind would note, though she had bigger things on her mind at the moment. Pain, mostly.

Masane did not go after her as she fell to the ground. She instead waited calmly for her to stand back up, giving her a small rest period. If she didn't try to get back up soon, however, she'd go after her. She cracked her knuckles slowly, her face expressionless as she awaited her plump opponent to stand back up.

Kirin caught her breath and regained her senses. The blow to the stomach had been more stunning than painful. The kick, however, just downright hurt. She was grateful but somehow insulted on some level by the break.

"Here I'm used to being the one going easy," she grunted as she boosted herself up. She had to use her head, though, as it seemed to be her biggest edge. As a wrestler, her opponent had better general reach with her strikes. On top of her speed, so she needed to get a grip on her above all else.

"Thank you for that," she said, nodding appreciatively to Masane. Had to keep her head clear. It wasn't her biggest weapon, but always her best.

She'd keep her arms near her sides, middle height as she approached Masane slowly. She'd advance on her, but not bother focusing on a particular attack. Masane wouldn't let her just move in at this speed, she assumed, so she'd instead apply a sort of aggressive defense. She'd keep her eyes wide for Masane's hands or legs to move, trying to brace herself and grab onto it as quickly as she could manage.

Masane nodded subtly as Kirin thanked her for the break. She kept her fists up as Kirin moved in towards her. When Kirin started to get in close, she tried to fake a right kick at her gut, quickly pulling it back before pulling it out too far. If she was lucky, Kirin would try to lunge forward for that leg, but then she would strike that same leg out for Kirin's jaw if she had lunged forward to try and catch the first attack.

Kirin would reach eagerly for the leg, but she had been ready to adapt. She barely managed to close her arms together, squashing her breasts together but catching the knee before it collided with her chin. She could nearly feel the skin connecting with her, but didn't take the time to. She'd shift her grip quickly and try to topple the judo girl to the mat, not wasting her hold this time with a throw by hanging onto it and attempting to twist her in a simple but affective ankle lock.

Masane was disappointed when she was caught by the leg, having almost nailed her again. Before anything else could happen though, she was brought down to her back with a soft grunt, and started trying to squirm away from her as she twisted her ankle while laying on her back. Masane narrowed her eyes before rearing her foot back, kicking at her as hard as she could wherever she could to make her let go.

Kirin took a kick to the thigh, falling to one knee before positioning herself more to one side, twisting the leg while keeping herself further from Masane's free leg. Sweat would come down her face as she wrenched on her leg, leaning forward to further bend the leg out of whack. If she could get her balance proper, she would slide her bare foot down to brush over Masane's vulnerable sex to try and calm her... in certain respects.

"Arrhhh!!" She groaned as her leg continued to be twisted upon, and she had just gotten it patched up from her fight with Makoto! Her eyes then widened as she felt a foot rubbing between her legs, and narrowed her eyes. While she was ok with hentai matches, this wasn't supposed to be that kind of match. "Pervert!" She shouted before trying to throw a straight kick right at Kirin's nose, hoping it hurt.