Ninjette vs Asami Asagiri: Kunoichi Crossover

Ninjette getting her shoulder up in time to beat the count wasn't exactly surprising news to Asami. The woman's reputation made it clear that she was no pushover, and as such, a single bulldog wasn't going to keep a woman like that down. But it might leave her rattled enough to continue to press the advantage.....

"Well, if it was that easy it would be boring. And I wouldn't think of you as boring..." Asami replied as she got up off Ninjette. Reaching down, she would seize Ninjette by the arm and under the chin and bring the other woman to her feet. "Hot, though, well..." she trailed off letting Ninjette's mind fill in the rest.

Instead of completing her statement, Asami would instead whip Ninjette towards a corner, so she would impact back first against it's turnbuckles. The Japanese woman would follow in at a run, leaping towards Ninjette in a body splash while the American was in the corner!

Asami did have a point there. Normal was boring, a fact perfectly demonstrated with two modern day ninjas fighting inside a wrestling ring.

Predictable could be boring, too, but all the same, she didn’t complain when Asami did what she expected her to, lifting her up and sending her away with an Irish Whip. This was the chance she needed, a way for her to seize control once more, and there was no way she was letting it go.

She hit the corner. She leaned against it. She watched, she waited, and when Asami came flying towards her, she waited until the last possible second, then grabbed the ropes and lifted her knees up, giving Asami something pointy, hard, and painful to crash into instead of the soft body she was expecting.

Already airborne, Asami saw Ninjette suddenly tuck her legs to her body, her knees protruding outwards.

"Nononono-auuugh!" the Asian cried out, her flight ending in a crash against her opponent's knees. She hit stomach and chest first, and as such she staggered backwards, doubled over.

Try as she might, it seemed like Ninjette was one step ahead of Asami, a fact that the Japanese woman was becoming aware of.

*Maybe it's been too long since I've wrestled against someone around my size. Before leaving, I fought against every Amazon I could, and on the streets everyone was out of my weight class. I need to switch things up, adjust....* she had time to think as she reeled away...

Aw. Asami had looked so cute, running into Kozue’s waiting knees and getting the shit clobbered out of her. Almost made her feel a little sorry for the poor, cute, big tittied thing.

But she was hurt. She was stunned. She was doubled over. She was so goddamn open.

“Sorry, babe.” Kozue hopped up, placing her feet on the middle turnbuckle. From there, she leaped off, flew over Asami’s bent body, and slammed her feet into the Friction ninja’s back with a double-stomp, driving her hard into the canvas.

Asami was just getting her breath back when she heard Ninjette apologize. Before she could react to that, she felt her opponent's feet drive down into her back, sending her down chest and face first to the canvas with a brief howl of pain.

*Alright, this sucks.* Asami mentally reflected as she lay face down on the mat. *I seriously need to get my shit together, because this is friggin' pathetic.*

For now Asami lay on the mat, dazedly trying to collect herself, her feet drumming against the canvas in pain for a moment before stilling.....

There was a slight pang of guilt as Kozue stomped on Asami’s back and hammered her into the mat. She genuinely liked the woman - she was fun, had a good style, top-notch rack, good humor. But business was business. There was only room for one top ninja in the AFW, and she was claiming the spot.

So, when she came down on Asami’s back, she drove her heels in hard, came down with her to the canvas in an inglorious fashion, then went for the pin right away. She stood up, just enough to roll Asami over, then same down on her chest and yanked up her leg, putting all her weight on the kunoichi’s shoulder.

The referee dropped down beside her and started counting away, slapping hard on the mat. ”1…!”

Giving a weak groan as Ninjette rolled her over, Asami didn't put up any resistance as her opponent quickly rolled her over onto her back and dropped into a pinning position.

"Two!" the referee yelled while brining her hand down on the mat.

Her hand was coming down for the third time when Asami's foot draped itself over the bottom rope. Ninjette's cover had taken place close enough to the edge of the ring for the Asian to stretch a leg over and save herself from the three count, as well as prove that her ring awareness was still intact.

"Thr-no! Two count!" the ref's voice interrupted herself in mid-count.

Asami knew that she caught a break here, as she still felt dazed and out of breath from Ninjette's vicious stomp. If the cover had taken place in the middle of the ring, Asami didn't know if she would've been able to manage a kick out in time!

There was a moment, while the referee was doing the count, where Kozue suddenly became extremely confused. The referee just stopped her count all of the sudden, and she couldn’t see why - Asami hadn’t kicked out, probably couldn’t kick out, and she thought this thing was in the bag.

Not the case. Her fellow ninjette did their kind some credit, showing she still had some fight left to be knocked out of her.

”Huh.” Kozue huffed, as she looked over at the foot draped on the rope. ”Well. Shit.”

A little annoyed now, Kozue started to stand up and grabbed Asami by the hair, forcing her to rise along with her. She didn’t want to get too rough with her, but they were rapidly reaching the point where she’d have to be to get the job done.

While getting pulled to her feet, Asami knew she had to do something to try and derail Kozue's momentum, as well as buy time to shake off the effects of the other woman's last attack.

She would suddenly reach out and grab one of Ninjette's arms, using it as a hold to try pull the her fellow ninja towards her. Quickly she fall backwards, pulling Ninjette with her, attempting to roll her up into a small package while she was off guard!

”Come on, baby girl.” Kozue kept lifting Asami up, getting her back up straight and readying her for the finale. She was feeling a DDT of some kind. Or a slam of some kind. Not her style, but Asami was a lightweight. She did have more options. ”Almost ready for-”

Whatever Kozue was planning, it suddenly became a moot point, as her entire world was flipped over and she suddenly found her shoulders on the floor.

”1…!”

Kozue blinked, twice, as her brain tried to catch up with the rest of her body and register that she was, in fact, being pinned.

”2…!”

The second slap on the mat was enough to snap her all the way out of it, and she quickly bucked her way out of the pin, then tried to roll away and quickly get to her feet.