Kirin Sumomo vs Masane Tajiri

Kirin grunted and took a step back, the blow connecting with her nose and rattling her enough into a small retreat. "Oh, I've gotten far worse than that," she said, attempting to move back in before she gave the downed girl too much time. She'd try to roll Masane onto her back and land a facesit on her, resting her heavy rump on her chest and sweaty crotch on Masane's face.

Masane clutched her leg when Kirin let go of her, she blinked when Kirin stepped towards her, and quickly rolled backwards onto her feet, not wanting to know what this woman had planned for her.

Kirin would ease herself around, circling Masane slowly. She would move in with a burst, spreading her arms and trying to bull rush the judo girl, grabbing onto her gi and shouting a quick battlecry, trying to swing her into the turnbuckle and squash her into it. She'd maintain her grip on her gi first, giving Masane some chance to slip out of it if she thought of it.

Masane braced herself as Kirin rushed into her, and blinked when she grabbed onto her gi. Immediately she struck out, going for a double iron palm to Kirin's plump gut.

"HA!"

"HNNN!" Kirin grunted. It didn't penetrate as deeply as the elbow's hardness had, but it still rattled her, taking much of her momentum. Her stomach and breasts jiggled, and Kirin felt a bit of air rush from her body. "Not again..."

"HRAAA!" she responded, forcing herself to power through it and ram Masane onward into the corner. The impact would be double-edged, however, jiggling her entire body against her as she did and further upsetting her stomach as she sandwiched the judo girl as best she could with her last minute burst, likely landing with her breasts resting near her face. Kirin would have to hold herself there by the ropes, not quite smothering but securing the girl as best she could as she recovered from the maneuver herself.

(That would be Makoto, not Masane ^_^; ) Masane thought she had her stunned for a second, and was caught by surprise when she suddenly burst through the pain and slammed her against the turnbuckle.

"Arggh!" She cried out. She would've flopped to her rear if Kirin didn't keep pressing up against her, trying to turn her head and catch her breath. "You're pretty... you're pretty tough..." She commented to her.

"You... too..." Kirin gasped, sweat going down her face as she accepted a few moments of what seemed like an awkward truce. "Very... gifted..."

The girl was hard where she was soft, and it wasn't much of a soft sort of fight fight. She had a lot more training and talent than the other girls tended to have, and that was usually her trump card. An age of experience compared to a few years of gymnastics or swimming or something in highschool.

"I couldn't just..." she thought for a moment, but shook her head wearily at seemingly nothing. Not yet.

Kirin would lean in tightly as she could manage against Masane, using her weight more to trap than to crush and shifting her shoulders, attempting to press her mammoth breasts into her face and try to smother her. Hopefully this close a distance would limit her options, and especially hopeful that it would keep her from striking so hard.

Masane started to catch her breath, until Kirin decided to make her move.

"Mmmph!!" She grunted as she started to be smothered by her breasts. She had received quite a lot of training while she took martial arts, including learning about sensitive areas to strike on an opponent in a pinch. While she was slightly reluctant, it WAS the fight towards achieving a title. She brought her arms out before sending a knifejab into either side of Kirin's waist, aiming for the tender spot that would be located there.

Kirin would let out a cry as the piercing strikes went into her soft sides. Her fat did little to dull its pain, making her legs bend and fall to one knee. Her sides ached horribly, the vulnerable muscle throbbing inside her.

"I... I won't..." she grunted weakly, but something wasn't right. She felt it. She'd try and hold onto the ropes a bit more and try to recover her position, but she was struggling at this point. If Masane would attempt to strike again before she could recover her footing (several distinctly long seconds), she would back away before she could, raising her hand for a moment's mercy.

Masane grabbed both top ropes, ready to knee her with both legs right in her jaw, and barely missed Kirin as she backed away and held up a hand, asking her for a moment. She frowned as it went against her better judgement, but she nodded a little, stepping out of the way and into the center of the ring.