AFW Title Match

Akashi tried to scramble but it was surprisingly hard to get a grip amongst the pile of chairs. She turned her head and saw Sarah advancing. She growled again but it was serious business and there was a part of her that was acting more brave than she was. She was a tough girl but she didn't really want to be beaten to death with a chair. She was mostly out of the pile when she felt the crack of the chair against her back.

"GYaaaaah!"

She shouted an d curled into a ball, rolling away from the pile of chairs as she tried to keep her eyes on Sarah just so she knew where the brawler was.

After smacking Akashi across the back with a chair Sarah would toss the thing away, not caring if it hit any spectators or not, and set her sights on Akashi again. SHe only needed the one hit. One hit with a steel chair was sure to impeded anyone's progress in a match.

"Up and at em," Sarah said with a chuckle, and would reach down for Akashi's hair again, and would use it to pull Akashi up again, this time into a tight headlock. This time instead of attacking right away Sarah would use the headlock to drag Akashi through the crowd, kicking aside chairs and people as she seemed to be head for the entrance ramp.

Akashi groaned as she was still recovering from the chair shot when she was hauled up again by the hair. She was really getting sick of being dragged around by the hair. She'd get Sarah back, at some point but she couldn't right this moment and, in all honesty as Sarah began to drag her around by the headlock, Akashi was almost thankful. She had, in some terms, a little bit of time to recover and didn't really struggle against Sarah. She'd have had much more of a harder time if she had to just fend off chair shots but she certainly wasn't going to let Sarah know that.

The chair shot was more of a show to the audience, and while it did its job of slowing Akashi down for the moment Sarah was going to take Akashi down with her bare hands, and made sure the sumo knew it. Dragging her through the crowd and shouting at everyone to get the hell out of her way Sarah's destination would soon become apparant. She was heading for the guard rails that seperated the crowd from the entrance ramp both had walked down to reach the ring.

Once they were there Sarah would release the headlock she had on Akashi, and then reach down for her legs to lift her right off the ground. If she managed that, she would position Akashi right over the rail, and then drop her on top of it, making sure she landed crotch first.

Akashi breathed raspily against Sarah as she was dragged towards the guard rail. She had recovered as well as she would be able to in a match like this, but she still made a show of it. She had to make sure that Sarah really thought she was getting somewhere with Akashi until she saw the guard rail that shew as brought to.

When she felt Sarah release the lock and go for her legs, she growled and tried to muscle away from Sarah and reach out for Sarah's red locks and send the brawler face first into the guard rail in Akashi's place.

Unfortunately for Sarah when she reached down for Akashi's legs she put her head right by the sumo's hands, and soon those same hands were gripping her red hair tightly. "AHH! Fucker!" Sarah screamed in outrage. She had thought Akashi more beaten down than that. A costly mistake on her part.

"UUUGGH!!!" Sarah cried out as her face smashed against the hard metal of the gurad rail, her face exploding with pain. Thankfully no blood had been drawn. Sarah would be loathe to have Akashi draw first blood in their match. None the less, Sarah felt a cloud descend on her mind, and she collapsed to her knees before the guard rail, groaning as she fought off unconsciousness.

Akashi watched Sarah crumble tot he ground and grinned with a smile that almost hinted at pleasure in inflicting pain on Sarah. She stepped forward and got behind Sarah. "Sarah-chaaaaaan." Akashi whistled devilishly as she eyed the dazed brawler. It was payback time for being humiliated and she wanted to reach back and spank Sarah but she could do much, much worse. She decided, since they were going to, apparently, behave like little kids, that Akashi would be just as bratty.

Akashi flopped forward to try and smash and pin Sarah's head between the guard rail and her ample chest before she would snake her hands around Sarah's waist and then grab as much of Sarah's one piece as she could and yank it down as hard as she could. If the crowd wanted a show, they'd get one and as far as Akashi was concerned, exposing Sarah's goods in the middle of a title match would be just as infuriating and embarrassing to Sarah as being spanked until her butt was red was to Akashi!

Sarah's head was throbbing after eating the metal like that, leaving her dazed and vulnerable to her opponant. A position that Sarah would rather not be in. After all, she was sure Akashi was waiting to deliver some harsh and unforgivable punishment. And as Akashi said her name so sweetly, Sarah felt a shiver run down her spine.

"UGH!" Sarah grunted as her face was pressed into the rail by Akashi's rack, keeping her pinned there as the sumo carried out her plans. Unable to stop her opponant Akashi started to pull down on the sides of her one-piece, stretching it out to its limit until the inevitable happened. The straps on her shoulders snapped and Sarah's breasts spilled free into the open air.

Sarah grit her teeth furiously. If this was payback for the spanking she was certainly getting it. Thoughts of revenge were already filling Sarah's mind, but trapped against the guard rail wasn't the best place to carry them out.

Akashi licked her lips as she heard the snapping of the one piece. She did her best to try and hold in a chuckle as she brought her hands up to give the bare breasts a rough squeezing. "Oh, Sarah-chaan, just for me? You shouldn't have!" But while that was all well and good, she didn't want to linger too long. She had to fight Sarah, not just molest her. She would then try and pull her hands down to wrap her arms around Sara's waist, her true goal, and lift her up in a tight bear hug so she could drop Sarah's ribs down onto the edge of the guard rail, much like Sarah had attempted to do with Akashi's crotch a few moments earlier.

Sarah struggled where she could against the rail Akashi had her mashed up against. Her breasts were now bare for all to see, but that wasn't what Sarah minded. She had lost her clothes in matches before. But having Akashi strip her like this in her Title match was something else altogether. Sarah panted tiredly, the daze from the earlier rail smash beginning to fade. Leaving her to rwithe in her position.

"Ughh...bitch," Sarah groaned as sher breasts were grabbed and massaged by Akashi, adding to her already humiliating predicament. Sarah was going to make what Akashi had done to her seem like a cakewalk compared to what she would do to her.

Sarah would then feel Akashi's strong arms wrap around her waist, and with an alarmed yelp Sarah was lifted off the ground. Having planned this very same thing earlier, Sarah could guess what was coming. Bitch! Don't you dare!" Sarah screamed, elbowing Akashi repeatedly in the head as she hung there, but it would do no good in the end. Akashi would end up dropping Sarah front first onto the rail.

"UGGGHHHH!!!!" Sarah screamed, most of the air being driven from her body. She now found herself in a familiar position, one she had Akashi in only moments before. Knowing what she put Akashi through Sarah would fight through her pain and attempt to crawl her way over the rail and land in an ungainly heap onto the entrance ramp on the other side.