Beth Riana vs (guest star!) Kirin Sumomo

Kirin would catch the wrist of the counter-blow at the last second, the knuckles actually pushing against her belly slightly before the second strike hit. "Agh!" The old pro spun slightly as the hook hit her cheek, making her stagger a moment and rub her aching cheek as she faced away from Beth for a moment.

In a move she was more familiar with, Kirin would grunt heavily and swing her body back towards the little foe, swinging both hands together in an axe-handle smash to the side of her head, becoming quite into the duel at this point.

Beth was expecting another attack at this point, and would duck down low after delivering her punch. When the axe-handle would swing over her head, she'd leap off the mat, bringing her right fist launching upwards once again to slam into the bottom of Kirin's jaw.

Kirin knew her fate when the swing missed, the leaping uppercut hitting her jaw and her teeth cracking together noisily. Kirin toppled backward, landing on her ass and one arm holding her semi-upright, holding her mouth with a mixture of a moan, whimper, and a growl, focused on nursing her injury for the moment and only able to fumble at Beth to hold her off if she pressed the attack.

Beth would close in quickly, not wanting to pass up this chance to take control of the match. She'd start sending left and right punches at Kirin's face, aiming to land a few of them before she'd grab ahold of Kirin's legs, intending to lock her into a figure 4 leg lock if she could. She didn't often go with submission holds. But she had to mix up her strategy from time to time.

Kirin was battered by the small fists left and right, crying out softly once or twice as spittle flew from her lips. She breathed heavily and showed dizziness and fatigue. Her face swelled a bit, signs of bruising really starting to show on her right side of her face.

Kirin jolted upward and wailed in pain as Beth bent her legs around. It wasn't as bad as it seemed, but she was in a mind-numbed fog at the moment, and her head hurt enough to give her just reason to scream. She took the pain in her relatively untouched legs over her tenderized face and accepted it as a grudging form of rest for several seconds. Her body sweat buckets and her big breasts and belly heaved with her desperate breaths, not a dry crevice left on her as she prepared to tense her flab-coated muscles against the strong little boxer when she felt she had her head somewhat straight again.

Beth needed a moment of respite as well, taking the time that Kirin writhed around in the hold to catch her breath. She needed to end the match, and soon if possible. When Beth felt rested enough, which didn't take long, she'd push her hands on the mat, lifting herself up as she applied more pressure, using the big of elevation to put Kirin in more pain.

Kirin let out another cry, half frustrated and half pained as her thick legs were pulled higher. With a throaty growl, she'd lean against it, powering her muscles and letting her weight do its work in pulling the legs back downward. She'd dig her nails into the mat in an effort to power out of, or even better, reverse the hold on the smaller fighter as quickly as possible.

Beth would grind her teeth as she held onto the hold with all she had. It was becoming quite hard to hold Kirin in the hold. Beth's strength wasn't in her legs, and Kirin's size advantage was making it hard to keep her from moving them while in the hold. Beth would curse when she felt herself being turned onto her side, trying to suddenly release Kirin from the hold before she could manage to turn her over and reverse the hold. If she managed to let go in time, she'd quickly rise to her feet, and would give Kirin a bit of space.

Kirin felt Beth trying to wriggle out of the hold, reaching up and grabbing onto her shirt with one of her hands. "No!" she grunted fiercely, face wrenched in effort as she held her in place by it, trying to complete the reversal and return the favor on the submissively challenged youngster.

"GAH! Let go!" Beth would aim a hard punch to Kirin's arm, aiming to force her to let go. But even if she did make Kirin let go, it was already too late. Kirin's size advantage made it easy to roll her over, and reverse the hold on her. Beth would cry out, shutting her eyse as she tried to drag herself over to the ropes. But she knew it wasn't going to be easy.