SS 15 Softcore Tournament Round 1: Amaya Vs. Masako

Masako would rub her breast into Amaya's face more trying to add more pressure to the girl. She didn't want it to end this soon but also didnt want to go easy on the girl knowing it would hurt her pride. She was between a rock and a hard place she suppose.

"you should try fighting back you know just some friendly advice " Masako said pushing her breast more into Amaya's face to cut off her air supply

"MHMHM!!"
Amaya had other problems than hear what Masako had to say to her while her face was smothered by the breasts of her fellow Japanese. But she was in luck, despite her pretty obvious lack of coordination, and one of her hands found a rope. she eagerly grabbed it like a stowaway would grab the first life ring after going overboard while fleeing the pursuing sailors. all she could do now was rattle at the rope and wildly point with her other hand in the direction of the grabbing rope, much to the laughter of the first rows of spectators.

While smothering her fellow japanese opponent Masako looked up to see that she was grabbing the rope a soft pout came on her face but she would get off Amaya befor the Ref called for a break. Standing there she waited for her foe to get up befor doing anything else but should know Amaya could use the time she had to recover.

Once Amaya got up Masako would try to grab the girls head and put her into a side headlock.

Gasping for air as if she was in the process of drowning, Amaya gasped for the valuable air that streamed in her lungs after she was released of her sexy burden, waiting until she had to get up until the referee had counted her for a four count.
"Phew, I am probably never get used to this."
She sighed before nodding at the referee that she was ready to go again.

The Japanese came back into the ring before Masako made her next step and caught her into a side head lock. This time, Amaya would not simply lollygag and panic much less, trying to pick up the other girl for an Olympic slam, probably her best move!

Masako waited for Amaya to get back into the ring, waiting for the moment to strike and put the girl into a side headlock.
She didn't have to wait long as Amaya would get back into the ring and Masako didn't waist anytime to go after the girl. putting Amaya in the headlock proved to be easier then she thought however she didnt see waht was coming after that, as the girl would Lift Masako up making her let go of Amaya and slam her back into the mat causing her to groan.

"ouch.." Masako said her back was burning abit but not to bad while she looked up at Amaya getting ready for an attack and to counter when she has the chance.

"Whew."
Her Olympic slam had bought Amaya some time and would probably enable her to mount a counter offensive, at least that was something that cruised through her mind when she had sat up and watched the scenery for a moment. She knew that the Olympic slam was her parade move, along with another one that she planned to use on Masako now, with a determined visage to underline her ambition.

Armed with that thought, she would attempt to grab one leg of her opponent for a figure four leg lock, starting from the bottom so that she would not have to lose time while getting up.

Masako was somewhat stunned but she still knew what was going on and would feel her leg get grabbed. " hey let go!" Masako said trying to kick free but soon she felt her leg tangle up with Amaya's and would groan when the Figure for leg lock locked into place shaking her head in dismay.

"ow ow ow ow." Masako yelped in pain as she see where was the nearest rope trying ot reach for it since she didnt know how exactly to get out of a figure four.

Her idea seemed to pay off, and so, the Japanese caught her opponent in a figure four leg lock. She had the strength in the legs to make this really uncomfortable, courtesy to her training as Meiko by walking in Geta shoes all day, dancing and tea ceremony and stuff. But this match was supposed to be soft, so she did not give her all and made it mainly to keep Masako in check instead of pain, while her free heel would suggestively rub over the stomach of her opponent to honor the idea of the match.
"St...stay still, Masako-san!"
She asked with a slightly strained and very nervous voice.

The pain would go away as Amaya would not put much strain into the lock causing only discomfort to Masako. "i wont stay still I would like to win this." Masako said as she would try to squirm to the rope for a rope break trying to reach for it but no luck .

"ngghh" Masako groaned trying to think of a way out feeling Amaya rub her foot over her stomach Masako smiled. " ohhh that feel nice Amaya-chan reaching for her foot and would tickle it softly

"I suppose this is the, ehm, purpose of this match, or not? But I am glad that you like it."
Amaya was not entirely sure if the purpose of this match was not only to throw her into the maw of the Moloch called soft core championship, but still this was a much nicer thought than being just a body that had been thrown in the tournament for the sake of bracket filling.

Soft but still hard as a rock regarding tactics was the idea of Masako to tickle her!
"Oh...hihi...no, don´t..."
She giggled and huffed, suddenly eager to release her fellow Japanese from the firure four leg lock and crawl away as quickly as possible!