Ninjette vs Asami Asagiri: Kunoichi Crossover

The cat analogy had popped up in Asami's mind as well. The two of them stalking each other, waiting to pounce. Kozue struck first, nailing Asami with a kick in the stomach that doubled her over and sent her staggering back into the ropes.

However, Asami dug down as she hit the ropes. Straightening back up, she bounced back towards Ninjette, trying to use the momentum to slam a forearm into the side of of the New Jersey native's head!

Kozue would give Asami all the credit for being tough as hell. She’d previously thought that she had the whole ‘hardcore wrestling ninja’ market covered, but apparently there was more competition in the AFW than she’d expected.

For instance, when she kicked her in the stomach, she’d fully expected her foe to drop. Instead, she just bounced back and came right back with a blow to the face, one that landed right on target and sent the New Jersey ninja reeling.

Not bad. But Kozue could give as good as she got.

She mirrored Asami, stumbling back to the ropes and coming back at her full steam. Kozue ran right up to her rival, jumped towards her, and swung her elbow hard, aiming for the face as well.

”Rabbit season!”

Asami watched as Ninjette reeled backwards, only to come back with her forearm shot to the Japanese wrestler.

Chuckling as she heard Kozue's Looney Tunes reference, she balled up her right fist, dug in, and then swung it at the American's head.

"Duck season!"

This was a match. A hard fight between two women trying hard to pin the other, or make her submit, or just knock her the fuck out. Winner take all for bragging rights, the one true way to figure out who was the best kunoichi in the AFW.

But damned if Kozue wasn’t having the time of her life.

She took the punch head on, snapping skull to the side, but once more she came right back at Asami. This time she spun around in a full circle while she whipped her arm about, trying to hit her with a spinning backfist to the face.

"Rabbit season!"

Seeing the way Ninjette spun around set off warning bells in Asami's head. She often used the same spin herself to set up a-yep there it was. A spinning backfist.

Quickly, she ducked the hit, yelling "Rabbit season!" When her opponent's back was to her, Asami wrapped her arms around her waist while moving in close. Her breasts pressed heavily into the American's back as Asami set herself, then in a page out of Dixie Clemet's book, lifted Ninjette off the ground while bending backwards, attempting to slam her fellow kunoichi on the back of her head with a belly to back suplex! If the move hit, Asami would roll to her feet with a grin and say "Gotcha, Daffy...!"

Ninjette knew she was in trouble when her backfist only hit dead air, but she didn’t know how much until she felt those arms reached around her and hold her tight. Then she knew she had less than half a second to do something to counter, and while she was fast, she wasn’t that damn fast.

At least she got to feel Asami’s tits before she was pulled back and tossed with the always simple, always powerful German Suplex.

This time, she wasn’t so quick with the quips. Kozue was far too busy rolling around, nursing her skull, to register much of what Asami was saying - even though she was clear enough to tell it was probably something she would have said if the positions were reversed.

Hopping to her feet, Asami saw Ninjette holding her head while rolling about. She gave a slight wince at the sight. Ninjette was cute, to be sure. She didn't want to bang her up too badly. After all, she at least had a story she wanted to get from yhe New Jersey ninja.

"Time to end this.." Asami murmured to herself as she continued her survey.

Reaching down, she would haul Kozue up to her feet by her hair. Once her opponent was standing, Asami would fire off a front kick into the American's stomach to double her over. Placing her in a side headlock, Asami would take a breath and then throw herself into a forward sommersault that would carry both up and over to land on their backs. The move would twist Ninjette's neck while delivering a massive impact to the back of her head, Asami looking to debut her new finisher, her version of the corkscrew neckbreaker that she dubbed the Izuna Neckbreaker!

Kozue was out of it for a moment, but few things wake you up faster than having your hair nearly yanked off your scalp. She let out a yelp as she was hauled up, shaking about in a feeble attempt to get free, before her head was stuffed in the side headlock.

At first, she was expecting a DDT, but those hopes were smashed when Asami started going in the complete opposite direction. Suddenly the world was tilted upside-down, her body was being jerked back, and she had just enough time to realize what was about to happen and be impressed by it before…

The neckbreaker hit with a resounding crash, and Kozue’s body limply rolled away from it, flopping about twice before coming to a dead stop with her face to the floor. Still. Silent. Unmoving.

The crowd gave a loud "Ohhhh!" at the sight of the move. If there was one thing Asami could count on the crowd liking, it was seeing feats of acrobatic athleticism. The Asian also felt the satisfaction of executing a move that she had really only done on Dixie, or on various sparring partners at the gym. Hitting a new finishing move in a real match was far different than in practice.

With a wild grin, Asami rolled over so that she was lying back facing up, with Ninjette's body beneath her. Reaching out, she seized one of the American's legs, raising it up to hook it, pinning the brunette's shoulders to the mat. That drew the ref over to kneel down. Her hand came up and then slapped the canvas as she shouted out "One!"

Kozue wasn’t unconscious, but she wasn’t exactly thinking clearly, either. For the life of her, she didn’t recall the referee counting ‘One!’, but she must have, because the next one came in loud and clear.

”2…!”

She tried to put up a little struggle, but her body wasn’t responding, nothng more than a twitch at best. They’d had a good, hard match, but the question of who was the superior kunoichi had been sufficiently answered.

”3…!”

And there it went.

Kozue sighed and let her head fall, allowing her body to relax and accepting it. At the same time, she reached over and slide her hand under Asami’s skirt, getting a nice feel of her fine skin. Might as well make the best out of a bad situation. ”Congrats.” She leaned up and gave her former foe a peck on the cheek.