Airi Shijima vs. Rosie Soto

Airi's whole body was aching after that landing, forcing a strained groan out of her. Flipped over onto her belly, the orange-haired girl soon found herself locked into a camel clutch, painfully bending her spine. Gasping and squirming, she tried to struggle her way free from Rosie's grasp, but instead stopped as the girl hooked her fingers under her nostrils and pulled back.

"NNNNNGGHHHHHHHH...!" Airi cried out as her nose was painfully stretched, slapping and scratching at the ground in frustration.

Rosie would continue working her opponent in this hold for a short while. After 30 more seconds of contortion and a tugging on the girl's nostrils, the petite wrestler would finally release her. Rosie would step on her foe's back before stepping over Airi and making her way back to the ring apron. Soto would resume her search for real this time, checking out the litany of weapons beneath the ring before making another interesting decision.

"Hmmm, these will do." She said with a cute and mischievous smile. Rosie would walk with a pep in her step, over to Airi, who she assumed would still be down on her stomach. If she was, Rosie would remove her hands from behind her back to reveal a pair of handcuffs she retrieved from under the ring. She'd waste little time in trying to cuff the orange haired girls hands behind her back in an effort severely disadvantage her foe.

After suffering such a painful and undignified hold for a while, Airi let out a huge gasp of relief as she was finally released. Clutching her nose in one hand, while the other reached behind to her aching back, the orange-haired girl groaned in misery, while in her mind already plotting how she was going to get Rosie back for this.

Unfortunately, those plans looked pretty unrealistic after the girl returned, restraining her arms and handcuffing them together behind her back before Airi even registered what she was doing. "H-hey! Don't you dare fucking- NO!" A clear expression of fear crossed her face as she vainly struggled against her bindings, as she was now left completely unable to defend herself and caught in a impossibly hopeless situation.

Rosie smiled convincingly after securing Airi's wrists behind her back and locking those cuffs around them. "Well, yes, actually." She said in a delighted tone. "I think we already covered the 'no rules' thing. But again, you can stop me when you think I'm wrong. Or after I've won....Oh! speaking of which!" Rosie cut herself off in the middle of her thought, seemingly because she remembered something. The girl would pick up the key of the handcuffs from the arena floor. She'd bend down to make eye contact with Airi one last time before chucking the keys as far as she could into the audience.

"Just for added measure." She would say with a smile.

Now really panicking, Airi struggled vainly against her bindings, desperate to find a way to escape. Rolling over onto her butt and sitting up, the orange-haired girl tried to stand up but failed without the sue of her arms to balance her body, falling right back down on her rear.

Rosie's tone of voice deepened her fear, not sure what the smaller girl was capable of despite her cute appearance. "W-w-wait no, don't...!" Airi objected, but was powerless to stop her foe from flinging the key to the cuffs far into the crowd and out of sight.

Cursing loudly, the orange-haired girl tried to rapid push her way across the floor with her feet, sliding along on her rear end, hoping to put some distance between them, at least long enough for her to come up with something!

Rosie smiled and snickered at her foe. When Airi lost balance and fell on her butt, she earned the laughter of many of the people in attendance, including Rosie. Soto, herself seemed to be more relaxed and happy now that she felt she had attained overwhelming control of the match up. Her laughter would only be interrupted by her own reaction upon seeing the orange haired woman attempt to scoot away.

After recovering from doubling over while giggling at her foe, Rosie would move and and walk towards Airi. She'd reach for a handful of that orange hair and try to pull her girl up to her feet. She'd attempt to lead Shijima back to the ring by the hair, with the intention of tossing her under the bottom rope and back into it. All the while, she'd address her opponent. "You don't really seem like the talkative type, so I won't try to negotiate this with you. I'd like to win, and to do that, we need to be in the ring."

Stuck in this situation, Airi couldn't help but feel humiliated. The smaller girl had thrown her through all sorts of rough spots, and she barely managed to lay a finger on her back. She was already exhausted, and it didn't look like there was any way out of this situation.

But she'd been put through a lot worse. Compared to some other times, at least she still had her clothes on, and her boobs and crotch weren't hurting significantly more than anything else. Her loss was inevitable, but she still wanted to make it as difficult as she could for Rosie.

"Yea... I do like to speak with actions rather than words..." she growled as the twin-tailed girl jerked her up to her feet. The moment she gained her footing however, she attempted to bring her knee up and bash Rosie right between her thighs. "So here's a message!"

Rosie has discussed matters with her opponent. As the notion that Airi's loss was inevitable became apparent to Airi, Rosie began to feel a surge of confidence in the belief that her win was inevitable and could come whenever she'd like it to. But she'd soon find that Airi had no intention of letting that victory come to her easily, if at all. After getting her point across and hearing her opponent offer a terse rebuttal, Rosie stopped for a moment to inquire.

"Well, what action can you pos-IIIEPP!" The kawaii wrestler would let out a high pitched shriek as Airi caught her by surprise with a harsh knee strike aimed at her womanhood! The force of the knee pushed her back and forced her to drop to all fours before placing a hand between her legs and trying to ease the pain. Her eyes began to tear a little. She had done some wrestling before AFW, but never anything that allowed for such abuse of her crotch. With a pained voice and a bit of a stammer, she'd express her immediate desire for payback: "Y-Y-you.....hussie...I just wanted to win....but now....n-n-ow I have to make an example out of you!" She said while slowly lifting her head to address Airi. The tiny, twin-tailed wrestler would try to make her way to her feet, though it would take her a moment to do so.

Airi certainly felt a lot better after her cheap shot landed, dropping Rosie down to all fours. "Ooh, that didn't sound very convincing!" the orange-haired girl scoffed, emboldened at having gained the advantage despite her state. As the twin-tailed girl was a bit sluggish at getting up, Airi quickly decided to capitalize, trying to send a kick to her foe's side to knock her back down.

Despite putting her foe at a severe disadvantage, Rosie would find herself on the receiving end of the embarrassment, at least momentarily. As she made idle threats, she still struggled from pain of having received a low blow from a woman bigger and stronger than her. The red clad kawaii continued struggled to rise from all fours, but Airi would half her advance via a kick to the side. The kick would knock Rosie over and force her onto her side on the arena floor.

Soto would grimace in pain and hold her side while still trying to find her way up. She'd ascend to all fours again and crawl to the ring in an effort to pull the apron and help herself up to her feet.