Spar: Momoko vs Sasha

The pain in her breasts had tapered down into an ache. Momoko still took several deep breaths to help master herself. She clapped her hands gamely and smiled.

"Sasha-san, please do not hold back."

Once Sasha agreed, Momoko will nod before assuming her own stance. However, instead of charging forward as she was wont to, the sumo fan will instead stare into Sasha's eyes intently, her pupils liquid darkness.

Sumo used psychological warfare as much as it did physical attacks. Momoko knew how tough Sasha was physically. But, mentally? Not just in enduring pain, but also in holding herself together. She wanted to know, so she could help Sasha develop that part of her.

Momoko sensed Sasha would go far in AFW. As Sasha's friend, she would do anything within her power, so long as it was legal, to help her.

So, she stared, silent, stonily, hands ready to defend or attack.

Sasha hesitated, not knowing what to do. The sumo-girl's defensive position was quite unused to a offensive fighter like lill Sasha. She took a deep breath, their eyes where meeting. The tension was almost something both fighters Yatori and some in the crowd could grip.
Sasha's eyes, as green as Momoko's where dark, shades of jade, where burning with some intense fire.
But they also showed Momoko Sasha's soft spot, her nemesis: doubts.
Sasha circled her friend to the right and then she charged,jumping up low as she kicked off,leaning hard forward, trying to spear the Sumo hard down to the mat.

Again Momoko sidestepped, their eyelock having accomplished an unintended boon on her part: giving her time to rest, time for her to get used to the sharp ache in her chest and back.

Pretty much reinvigorated, she chased after Sasha, and while the Russian girl was presenting her back to her, Momoko then went for -of all things- a full nelson hold straight out of the delighted Yatori's handbook.

Sumo had nothing equal to it, but Momoko had been on the receiving end of it thanks to their referee, so she knew how to do it. The unexpected move might just do the job...

Sasha was carried of by her own momentum, her anger and natural furry proving a double edged sword again.As Sasha was sliping her right foot forth suddenly she felt Momoko#s body pressing into her back suddenly, arched back as her limbs where bend upward in the submission-classic.
With a short groan she pressed her left foot into the mat,trying to lean forth as she pulled her shoulderblades togther.The tension and the weight applied to her limbs was painfull.
Sasha stumbled forth a bit, unable to keep in right balance.

"Gogogo!" the excited Yatori cheered the both of them. "Come on!"

Momoko let out a small, surprisingly cute growl as she womanhandled Sasha into a tight spot. Her full nelson happened to draw her significant bust into Sasha's back. With the way their bikinis covered oh so little of her top, Sasha would be subjected to quite the pleasant surprise, or at least as much of it would make through the neck crank.

Not noticing (for now), the Japanese girl would tighten her hold on her Russian opponent, cranking on Sasha's neck sharply. Then the would suddenly go for a snap suplex.

Sasha was taken off-guard, prancing on her toes as she stumbled forth, groaning as she felt Momoko's masive orbs pancaking in her back her small bust stretched forth as she rolled her square boyish hip forth with flexing muscles.
Her small fram was snapped over in the suplex.
Sasha bend up in pain ,her world spinning as she crushed down on the mat,making a dull thud as she hit the mat fully.
A cute but also agonized gruntz passed the Russians's thin lips as she lay prone.

Finally, Momoko went for the pin, positioning Sasha, quite the pro in hooking the fallen Russian's left leg up. Her sweating breasts plopped onto Sasha's bare belly. She huffed from all the effort she'd invested.

Yatori dove to their side. "One!" she called out, hammering the mat.

Sasha groaned, turning her head aside a bit so that the her healthy cheeck was pressed into the mat, while her scar on the eft of her face seemed to glow red.
Sweat stung in her eyes as she tried to bend her self up against Momoko's weight and strenght. Bridging up her self, kicking her free foot into the mat and roling back her aching shoulders, Sasha tried to break free.

Right after Yatori's "Two!" count, Momoko was jolted by Sasha's sharp bridge. "Ah!"

"Two count!" Yatori declared, having spotted Sasha's shoulders briefly lift free.

Momoko blinked. Then she let out, of all things, a giggle, her prominent fang peering from behind of her gently laughing lips. "That was a surprise," she admitted, having just attempted her first pin, and not at all minding her failure.

Instead of going for another pin, she released Sasha and stood up. Then, after waiting a bit, she would proffer her right hand to Sasha.

"Here, Sasha-san," Momoko gently invited. The sumo fan would assist her friend in getting up, would wait until Sasha was on her feet and ready again.

Sasha wellcomed the honest offer from Momoko with a nodd but still her pride did sting deep and she sliped to her feet alone, forcing some oxygen into her lungs with a short deep breath.
Then she made a step to the right, lowering her upper half and bending her right leg as she leaned forth.
Then she suddenly lunged forth, diving low, trying to pass by the Sumo-girls guard to come up behind her in a furious roll over the mat.
Sasha came up with a plan, her world spinnig a bit and her own momentum caught in her motion upward.