Da Xia vs. Airi Shijima - Strip Match!

Airi couldn't help but let out a cry of dismay as she was heaved up over the shoulder of her taller foe. Suspended midair, the orange-haired girl squirmed a bit as she was carried around the ring like a doll, her very loose clothing flapping everywhere and giving clear shots of her undergarments.

"P-put me down, you bitch!" she shouted angrily, only to get exactly that as she was slammed hard, against the mat. Impacting flat on her back with a huge sound, Airi writhed and gasped in agony, getting completely overwhelmed by the vicious Chinese girl.

Slamming down Airi with vindictive fury, Da Xia would walk around the downed girl in a form of victory lap as she easily slipped back into her arrogant nature. Though, she was still a little miffed at the shot to the breast she took from that surprise attack and she knew of one way that she could ease that frustration of hers.

Hooking her foot underneath Airi, she attempted to flip the poor girl over on to her stomach as she would drop to her knees. "Look at the mouth on this one! Looks like I have to give you an attitude adjustment!" Reaching down for Airi's skirt, she would lift it up and allow the audience to savor the view for a while before raising her hand and bringing it down for a hard spank.

Airi let out a soft groan as she was flipped over onto her belly, still reeling after that brutal body slam. However, she would get a quick and rude awakening, in the form of a sharp slap across her toned rear. "AHHHH!" she yelped, instantly rearing upright on her hands.

"Wh-why you...!" the orange-haired girl glared over at her foe with indignation, throwing a wildly aimed elbow at her.

After the spank, Da Xia felt an elbow connect to her side as she let out a yelp of pain. "Ow!" she would leap up on to her feet and take a step back to start rubbing her side. It was a lucky shot and only a lucky shot Da Xia told herself.

But every hit she let Airi hit her, she only got madder as she walked back towards her downed opponent and reached out to grab a rough handful of Airi's hair.

Landing the hit and knocking Da Xia away, Airi quickly tried to scramble back to her feet. However, the Chinese girl was already back on top of her, grabbing a fistful of her orange locks. "OW! Let go of that!" Objecting strongly, Airi decided to swing another elbow, this one aimed right at her foe's lower belly.

Trying to pull Airi up to her feet, Da Xia ate another elbow to her stomach as it eliciting a painful gasp from Da Xia, but she did not let go of the hair. She was having enough of those elbows and decided to give one herself back to Airi as she lifted her elbow and aimed for right between the shoulder blades to drop a pin point elbow drop on to her opponent.

Considering her first elbow didn't work, Airi quickly readied a second one, but before she could let that loose, Da Xia's elbow came down upon her. Struck right between her shoulder blades, pain shot Airi's neck and down her spine as she was floored once again, landing flat on her face.

"Ooouuuuuuugh...."

Rubbing her stomach after dropping Airi to the mat, Da Xia would immediately stand over Airi before reaching down to wrap her arms around her opponent's waist. Lifting her up to her feet, it looked like Da Xia was going to go for a German Suplex, bending forward and lifting Airi off of the ground. But instead of a spectacular move, she instead whipped forward once more to force Airi to crash against the mat front first again.

With her opponent vulnerable like this, Da Xia would reach down and grab at the shoulders of Airi's get up before pulling it back and attempting to take the first piece of clothing off in this match.

Groaning in pain, Airi didn't struggle much as she was lifted back up all the way up to her feet. She had barely even recovered, before Da Xia flopped her right back down, slamming her hard against the mat again. "Gghhhhhaaaaah...!"

Laying limply against the canvas, Airi let out another long groan, completely dazed by the impact. And of course, her flimsy, barely-on shirt came right off like nothing, exposing her black strapless bra and suspenders underneath.

With how easily Da Xia pulled off the shirt from Airi, it made her wonder why she even wear a top. However it made things so much easier for Da Xia with the stripping as she would toss the shirt out of the ring. She decided to continue with the punishment as she would sit herself right on the small of Airi's back, reaching forward to grab her by the chin and stretch her backwards for a sloppy camel clutch.

She would look to intensify the hold by fish hooking Airi's nose to increase the pressure. The ref girl could do nothing against the blatant dirty move due to the No DQ rules and Da Xia was loving that fact.