Beth Riana vs (guest star!) Kirin Sumomo

Kirin leaned on her knees a moment, the move potentially more than she should have tried in her present condition but glad that it had paid off. Making sure Beth was still on her belly, Kirin would eventually sit her fat bottom down on her back, taking her hair just roughly enough to lift her head up. "Are you ready to give yet?" she demanded, short of breath but hopefully in a position where the boxer couldn't deliver much in terms of an attack.

Beth was too stubborn to give up. She swore she'd never give up, believing that it was the same as admitting she was weak. So even when Kirin sat down on her back, making her feel like she was being crushed, she'd shake her head slightly. "No...I won't give up." But Beth couldn't manage to lash out. She'd start kicking her feet a bit as she started squirming, trying desperately to get free from under Kirin's crushing weight.

Kirin was thanfully too heavy to be rattled loose, so she kept her ass firmly on the center of Beth's spin. She'd sigh quickly and get her hands under Beth's chin, linking them and pulling up in a camel clutch, made all the worse for the giant butt holding Beth's back in place.

Beth would cry out in pain as the camel clutch was applied, reaching her hands up as she tried to pry herself free from Kirin's hold. But with Kirin's advantage, Beht knew she wasn't going to get free. And her stubborn refusal to give in was causing her quite a good deal of pain. "Get...get off!"

Kirin huffed and held her ground, her arms held firm in trapping the little one as they squashed her breasts together. "Why should I?" she asked defiantly, sweating and catching her breath from their heated struggles. She was considering it eventually, but she needed something like a breather to get her head to stop ringing.

Beth was having a hard time trying to pry Kirin's hand srom her chin. It definitely didn't feel like it was going to happen anytime soon. A small groan would escape Beth's lips as her hands fell to the mat. She was finding herself losing conciousness with the combined strain of the hold, and the weight on her back. She wasn't out yet, but at this rate it wouldn't be long before she was.

Kirin held her place steadily, holding the little fighter steady so as not to strain herself and rest her muscles. After about a full minute or so, she'd release Beth and step off, resting her hands on her knees. The little one was clearly worn out, but she wanted a little bit more fun with her. She was a great challenge, amazingly so for her youth, and she felt maternal and competitive all at once. It felt like the peak of her ideals in joining the league.

"Come on," she panted with a smile of challenge. "I know you've got more left in you."

When she was released, Beth would slump to the mat, her eyes closed as she took in a few deep breaths. She wasn't faring well at all. But she refused to think that she couldn't win. So when Kirin tried to elicit a response from her, she'd slowly push herself to her feet,

Her body would sway slightly, feeling like she was going to topple over any second. But Beth would manage to hold herself upright. Not caring to wait for Kirin to lock her into another painful hold, Beth would move forward, launching her right fist upwards towards Kirin's jaw.

Kirin would manage to duck back from the blow, the tired youngster's fist whizzing past her chest and chin by a narrow margin.
Looking to mix things up a bit and wondering if the little one would take it as a kind of compliment, Kirin sucked in a breath and threw her own punch across Beth's cheek. Far from a preferred move and maybe even amateur in some senses, but she did what she could with her power and knowledge of other strikes.

The blow struck home, sending Beth stumbling backwards. But even with how worn out she was, she didn't go down. Shaking her head, Beth would once more move to get in close with Kirin, this time bringing her left fist launching out to hit Kirin hard in the stomach. But that blow was meant to distract her, while Beth's right fist launched out in a mean right hook for Kirin's cheek, intending to return the favor.