Ninjette vs Asami Asagiri: Kunoichi Crossover

Spying Ninjette starting to seing her leg, Asami took a step back and raised her front leg, letting the sweep pass under it before setting her foot back down on tje canvas.

Although she avoided the sweep, her backing away would give the American anchance to get to her feet safely.

"Well, of course. We have to stay with the theme." Asami replied cheerfully as she settled back into her fighting stance.

The crowd gave a cheer, applauding the fast paced exchange of moves and martial arts on display between the two women....

Shit. Missed.

Oh, well. Let it never be said that Kozue wasn’t adaptable.

She kept her leg swinging around after Asami backed off, bringing it around full circle. She pushed up off the ground in one slick move, instantly rising to her feet with a whirlwind kip up.

When it was all done, she was staring down Asami with a Cheshire grin. So far, so good.

”C’mere.” Kozue moved in with her arms up, trying to force Asami into a more traditional collar-and-elbow tie up. Granted, it wasn’t likely to stay traditional for long, but they had to lay the foundations, first.

An impressed whistle flew from Asami's lips as the other woman nimbly spun up to her feet. She had to admit, this was fun. It wasn't often that Asami got a chance to match up against another agile martial artist in the ring.

When Ninjette moved in towards Asami, arms raised for a lock up, she raised an eyebrow before giving a brief chuckle.

"I suppose we should do some wrestling..." Asami said as she stepped forward, locking up with the American.

It was here Asami showed some of her cunning, giving up ground and letting Ninjette push her back a few steps. But then, the Japanese woman went into action, reaching out to take hold of the other woman hand, looking to apply a wristlock and establish some control over her opponent...

Kozue was by no definition of the word a ‘powerhouse’, but she did have a little more strength going on than the average woman. She did workout. She could do some lifting. It was nice to have that payoff a bit, as she managed to muscle Asami back and gain some real estate in the ring.

”People paid to see two sweaty women roll around.” She grunted and claimed another step. ”Hate to...ah, shit.”

Kozue’s chat was interrupted when Asami caught in what she was reasonably certain was the first wrist lock of her entire wrestling career. So many AFW wrestlers favored the fancy stuff, she’d almost forgotten that the basic stuff could come into play, too. Funny how that worked.

But okay, she could deal. Chain wrestling wasn’t her wheelhouse, but she could work with it.

Kozue languished in the hold for a moment, before she ducked down and did a quick roll forward, easing up on the pressure. From there, it was just a simple matter of ducking low, grabbing Asami’s arm as she came up behind her, and turning it into a tight little hammerlock.

Kozue leaned forward and gave Asami a little lick on the neck. ”Gotcha.”

"Ahaha!" Asami crowed as she caught Ninjette in what was probably the most basic of wrestling holds. "Ahem, right nothing wrong with sweaty rolling. I get to come here and watch that for fr- oh crap ow shit!"

Her words devolved into exclamations and a curse as suddenly the American rolled through the wristlock, reversing the hold. Well, maybe this was for the best. Asami wasn't one to exchange a dizzying array of holds and locks, preferring to keep a fast paced match going with strikes and acrobatics. This wasn't really her cup of-oh hello....

Asami's breath quickened a bit as she felt the other woman's tongue graze her neck.
"Don't start something you're not willing to finish..." the Asian said flirtatiously.

Then she would throw an elbow back at the side of Ninjette's head, attempting to free herself with the quick strike....

Right after the lick, it occurred to Kozue that she should've really made sure her opponent was into that sort of thing, first. Yes, the AFW had a ridiculously high rate of lesbianism, but there was still a rare chance her opponent played for the other team exclusively.

Lucky for her - maybe them both - that wasn't the case. ”I can finish a lot.”

She was just about to show Asami exactly what she meant, too, in a lewd way - this wasn’t a hentai match, but that didn’t mean things couldn’t get a little raunchy. Before she could get there, though, Kozue found her world rocked by an appropriately stiff elbow. RIght on the jaw, too.

Kozue’s head jerked back and spittle flew away in an arc - not a good look, but more importantly she wound up letting go of the lock and take a few weary steps back, until her back found itself up against the turnbuckle.

Asami grinned as she felt the elbow hit home, forcing Ninjette to release the hold.
"Oh, I bet you can...." she said as she whirled around, spying her opponent up against the turnbuckles.

Quickly the Asian moved to press the advantage, coming to the corner. She would lash out with a hard backhanded chop across Ninjette's chest, looking to keep her foe reeling and cornered!

Kozue was stunned by the stiff shot, but she was quick to come out of it. Asami hit hard for her size, but she took shots from dudes on a regular basis. If she’d ever had a glass jaw, she’d long since gotten over it.

As fast as she recovered, though, Asami came in even faster, nailing with a swift chop right across her mostly barren chest area.

Not fun. Nope.

The chop hit with enough force to make Kozue’s ears rings, and the pain felt like her skin had lit on fire for a split second. The New Jersey Ninja yelped and started to staggerout of the corner, leaning against the ropes while she cradled her chest.

Asami was all about keeping a fast pace during a match. Lots of movement, high speed, acrobatics, the works. It was part of the reason she enjoyed a bit of popularity in Friction. So, it was no great surprise to anyone when Asami pressed her advantage by seizing a hold of Ninjette's arm while she was in the ropes and irish whipped her towards the ropes on the opposite side of the ring.

"Come on....give me that rush..." Asami said to herself after Kozue was on her way to the other side of the squared circle.


When she came rebounding back, she would be greeted by the sight of Asami coming forward at a run, leaping into the air to attempt to deliver a dropkick at chest height and score a hard knockdown!

Time for the guessing game.

Kozue was staggering out of the corner, looking all kinds of vulnerable. She couldn’t quite draw a bead on Asami at the moment, but she make some guesses what the kunoichi was up to. After all, she was a hot, young, high-flying ninja and Kozue was also a hot, young, high-flying ninja. So what would she do if the positions swapped.

Probably run at her opponent and try to hit them with something big.

Sure enough, when Kozue looked up, Asami was dashing her way and leaping into what could’ve been a nasty dropkic. Lucky for her and damn unlucky for Asami, she had enough time to spin around, pivoting on a foot and letting Asami fall flat behind her. Of course, she couldn’t just leave it at that, now could she? Kozue had to get her shit in.

Asami’s body had only just touched the ground for a second, when Kozue flipped back, tucked her legs in, and came crashing down on her with a moonsault knee drop, ready to plant both of her hardest bones in the middle of Asami’s chest. Or spine, depending on how she landed after the dropkick. Kozue was not picky.