Sora Mizumi vs. Tsuki-hime

"Hmmph!" Sora would let out as Tsuki dragged herself valiantly towards the ropes. She'd tried to keep dragging her back, but Tsuki had just kept clawing her way forward. As Tsuki grabbed a hold of the ropes, Sora would keep the ankle lock going. The referee would step in, counting quickly, "1! 2! 3! 4..." when Sora would finally let go, only just avoiding a disqualification. Still, it looked like the ankle lock had done its job. Tsuki looked in a lot of pain, holding her ankle.

Sora would look to give her opponent no time to rest as she pushed past the referee, who was in the middle of giving her a lecture about the rules which she had been ignoring. She charged towards the ropes at the opposite side of the ring and came flying back towards the sitting Tsuki, hoping to hit another drop kick on her opponent now that she was weakened and struggling.

Azami wasn't particularly happy at how long the girl kept locking her leg even after she grabbed the ropes. She's not about to complain however, as she was planning to return the favor to Sora, with some "interests". As she watched the girl launched herself from the opposite sides and charged towards her, Azami smirked. She let go off the ropes and slowly took the fan on the back of her short kimono and held it tightly on her back.

The hime timed Sora's movement and rolled aside just in time to narrowly avoiding the girl's drop kick. Gritting her teeth, Azami would drag her hurt leg and try to get behind Sora when she landed, moving her fan to her front to cover it from the ref who stood behind the girls. Once Sora tried to get up, the hime would inch closer so she could try stabbing the girl's back with the hilt of her fan!

Sora would come flying back at her downed opponent and would launch herself into her dropkick. This time though, Tsuki would roll out of the way, causing Sora to come crashing into the bottom rope of the ring, which was the only thing that stopped her from flying out of the ring entirely. Sheâ€d grunt out as she landed hard, once again on her bad ankle.

Attempting to get back up quickly, Sora would get back onto her hands and knees before looking up and seeing Tsuki positioned over her. “Ghh?” sheâ€d let out as she saw her opponent smirking as she brought her fan around in front, and stabbed it forcefully down into the short of Soraâ€s back. “AHHHH!” sheâ€d cry out as she collapsed back down to the mat, her hand holding onto where Tsuki had hit her, grimacing in agony. A fan didnâ€t really look like a weapon, but Tsuki had used the handles of it to drive it right into Soraâ€s back, leaving the dark haired girl crumpled up underneath opponent.

Azami smiled mischievously as she heard Sora's scream as the result of her Chekhov's fan. The ref thought that the blue haired girl did something unusual and rushed to their side, but Azami had expertly slipped back her fan into her strap with one hand, while curling her other hand to make a fist, suggesting that she punched Sora's back with it.

Now that she had her opponent crumpled down in front of her, the hime wasted no time as she would try to pull Sora's body up a bit and bend her so she could attempt to apply a Dragon Sleeper on her while pressing one knee to the girl's back to worsen the pain.

"Now, Mizumi-chan... you can give if you want..." Azami would teasingly say to Sora once she managed to put the girl in her grasps.

Her eyes clenched shut, Sora wouldnâ€t be able to resist as Tsuki pulled her back up and wrenched her head back in the Dragon Sleeper. Her eyes would widen as the blue haired girl pressed her knee into her back as she pulled her head. The pain was unbearable, and Sora would scream blue murder in absolute agony. Her back now felt like it was on fire, and that Tsuki was about to snap her in half.

Fortunately for Sora, the two were still close to the ropes, and in absolute desperation, she would frantically reach out with the arm closest to them in a desperate attempt to grab a hold of them and force Tsuki to break the hold.

Azami could see that Sora was reaching for the ropes, but she decided to pay the girl back for what she did earlier. Even after her opponent grabbed the ropes, the hime squeezed Sora's neck even harder until the ref threatened to disqualify her if she didn't stop. Azami would then let go of Sora's weakened body and get up on her feet. Her leg still felt a bit shaky, but she thought that she could manage for now.

The blue haired girl would then try to pull Sora by the arm, trying to toss the girl to the center of the mat to get her away from the ropes, so she could try sit on her and pinned the girl's arms with her knees in a reverse Schoolgirl Pin! Hopefully she already weakened Sora enough with her sleeper and knee earlier to take the fight out of her.

The ref would let out a sigh before getting down on her knees and started counting when Azami successfully initiated the pin.

"One..!"

Grabbing a hold of the ropes would bring no relief for Sora as Tsuki began squeezing and pushing even harder. “AHHHH! AAAAAAHHHHHHH!” Sora would scream out in pain, her legs kicking frantically against the mat as she could feel tears forming in her eyes. When Tsuki finally let go, Sora would let out an audible moan of relief, and fall back down to the mat, her eyes closed in pain as her hand reached around to rub her back. She felt horrid, and was completely unable to defend herself as Tsuki grabbed hold of her arm and dragged her towards the center of the ring.

“Mmf” Sora would grunt out as Tsuki let her go and perched on top of her, resting her knees on top of Soraâ€s outstretched arms and sitting on top of her. It was humiliating feeling Tsukiâ€s ass cover her face, but Sora wouldnâ€t even realise her shoulders were pinned until she heard the referee begin the count.

“Two!”

With all her strength, Sora would push her arm which was being covered by Tsukiâ€s injured leg. Putting all her strength into it, crying out, she was able to just get it up in time as the referee was half way through the third count, just breaking out of the pin in time.

Hearing the second count, Azami thought that she could win this soon. Her opponent should be weakened enough by her assault just now, but Sora proofed her wrong, somehow. Just before the ref finished the third count, the girl pushed her arm which she pin with her injured leg, causing Azami to let out a gasp and inadvertently rolled to the side, breaking the pin.

The blue haired girl clicked her tongue, feeling a little annoyed that she was close. As it was, however, it seemed like Sora was still open for an attack. Azami would try to capitalize the chance, rolling her opponent onto her front so she could try sitting on her back. From there, she would pull Sora's head up a bit to wrap her arm on her neck for a combination of a sleeper and clutch, while using her other hand to rub on the girl's crotch! She probably couldn't make the girl cum this way even with her finisher, Nisshoku, applied since Sora still had her pants on. However, at the very least Azami could try making her opponent submit or pass out.

Sora would lie there, breathing heavily as she threw Tsuki off of her just in time. Still, the blue haired girl was obviously the one with more energy as she capitalised and rolled a struggling Sora onto her front. "AHHH!" Sora would let out as she sat down on her back, the other girl's weight causing more pain where she was still hurting. Tsuki's arm would snake around Sora's neck, pulling tightly to cut off her air as well as wrenching it back. "GHH~!!" Sora would let out, both of her hands shooting to Tsuki's arm, desperately trying to pull it off.

Suddenly, she'd feel the girl's other hand run past her butt and begin rubbing her sweet spot, causing her to squeal and clamp her thighs shut hard, in a desperate attempt to stop Tsuki's teasing. Looking around, Sora realised she was in the middle of the ring and had no where to go. Her back was killing her, but she just refused to give up; she couldn't! Still, the little moans and gasps she'd let out from Tsuki's playing stopped her from holding in her air, and Sora began to become light headed as the hold took its toll. "N....noo~" she'd let out, faintly, as she realised the situation she now found herself in; completely at Tsuki's mercy.

Now that she was being in control, Azami couldn't help but to giggle at Sora's predicament. She slightly bend the girl's body backward a bit while rubbing her crotch faster and faster. The girl was being stubborn but the hime had no problem torturing her opponent as long as it would take. She would lean forward a bring her face close to Sora's ear and began to purr teasingly at the girl.

"Just give up, Mizumi-chan..." she whispered into Sora's ear seductively. "You've fought well... but your body needs a rest now... Or perhaps you want to find out whether you'd pass out or cum first?"

Azami would try to keep her hold like it was, but her other hand would play with Sora's covered sex faster and faster. It'd be amusing to find out which one she'd get first from the girl, submission? Knockout? Orgasm?