[FWC] Tournament Japan Vs. Germany

The knee struck her prey right in the face - Lore lacked size and she was low on strength, but speed and momentum were all she needed to make up for the stark contrasts. It would take a while to keep her down like this - he attacks had landed well, but this one was tough, it would take a great deal to keep her laying there. But it was only a matter of time before she wore down, and Lore was learning to savor every drop of energy that she lost.

Lore stayed moving, sliding off from the knee and popping back to her feet, running to the turnbuckle and bouncing off, then coming back towards the supine sumo. She ducked down and slid, coming at her with a baseball slide right for her head.

Miyabi looked herself over to make sure that she was still in good shape. Boobs, check—as big and bouncy as ever, with nary a scratch on them. Everything else, looking good too, as far as she could tell. The only part of her that was really hurting right now was her face. Taking two harsh attacks to oneâ€s face within seconds of each other is going to hurt.

She was up on her knees, but not yet onto her feet, when her opponent attacked next, rebounding off of the perimeter of the ring again and coming at her with a sliding kick aimed high, right for her aching head. Miyabi would dig her knees into the mat and let out a loud yell. She thrust her hands out to catch her opponentâ€s foot as it came towards her. She wrapped her fingers around it and slowed it down, stopping her opponentâ€s kick well before the point of impact.

Now, Miyabi would go on the offensive, trying to get to her feet and twist the German girlâ€s leg painfully with both hands.

Caught!

Lore let out a snarl straight from her days in the forest, teeth bared, sneering like one of her bretheren caught in a snare as the sumo grabbed her by the ankle. This was worse than a snare, though; snares simply trapped the leg, broke, the bone; this one twisted her around and flipped her on her back, putting Lore on her chest.

Still feral, still defiant, she squirmed in the hold and shot her leg out behind her, trying to hit her prey in the stomach with a wild, crazy blow, trying to give her some incentive to let go. Lore's victory was in the movement - the longer she was forced to stay in one spot, the worse she would be.

Miyabi gave her opponent a strange look when the girl growled a very animal-like growl. She had watched plenty of wrestling matches over the years, and had heard plenty of hisses and grunts and growls of pain and anger, but this girl sounded like some sort of little jungle cat. It unnerved Miyabi a little. But she remembered the training that she had done with Akashi, and the compliments the older sumo had given her. If she could start throwing her weight around, she would have this match won in practically no time at all.

Miyabi would slowly get to her feet while still holding onto her opponentâ€s ankle. She would try to adjust her own stance so as to begin bending the girlâ€s leg back towards her head, sort of like a single-legged Boston crab. Miyabi still had very little knowledge of wrestling moves, but she felt proud of the one that she currently had her opponent trapped in.

The German girl, of course, was not content to lay there and let Miyabi work her over. Quite the opposite. The sumo was having trouble keeping her under control to begin with, and a wild kick to her stomach by the girlâ€s free leg broke her concentration long enough that she lost her grip. <Guoooh! Damn it!> Miyabi groaned. Thanks to the little layer of fat on her abdomen, the kick hadnâ€t really hurt her. But her opponent was loose again. Looking to reestablish her control, Miyabi would lunge forward, hoping she could catch the littler girl by surprise and come down on top of her with a body slam before she had a chance to get away.

Lore saw the uncanny look the sumo cast her way, and she returned it with a sneer - it was a familiar look, the look of somene who didn't understand her, thought she was weird. The sort of look she'd learned to stop caring about - she had made plenty of changes, all sorts of changes since coming to the human world and putting on their clothes and learning their language and on and on and on. Enough changes - she didn't intend to give up anything else of what she was, and damn what they thought about it.

He kicks grew wilder and wilder as the sumo poured on the pressure and the pain, twisted her leg around in an unnatural angle. She could have done worse, much worse with that weight to put on it, but fortunately some of the kicks found their target, striking her voluminous physique, and making her let go. The damage was done, though; Lore's leg was far from broken, but it hurt a bit much to make use of her better attacks.

She moved back and went to all fours, the balanced support taking pressure away from the hurt leg. As the big girl lunged forward, Lore rolled away, narrowly avoiding the crash. Coming back to all fours, she started circling the sumo, a low growl growing under her breath as she eyed the sumo from head to toe. Sniffing. Claws dragging along the floor as she moved.

Miyabi rubbed her tummy immediately after the kick landed. It had stung a little. She couldnâ€t afford to lose her focus, however. She had a match to win, and honor to secure for her beloved country! <Yah!> Miyabi yelled out as she lunged forward, trying to catch her German opponent by surprise and flatten her against the mat before she had a chance to escape.

Miyabi hit the mat boobs first, groaning a little as her chest mushroomed against the canvas. Her belly smacked against it lightly. That was not very graceful, but she intended to recover quickly. Hearing a low growl, Miyabi would quickly push herself up onto her knees, looking over her shoulder and catching sight of her animalistic opponent circling her on all fours, like a predator circling its prey. Miyabi did not intend to play the role of the passive prey in her opponentâ€s little game, however. She would knee-walk forward, closing the distance between herself and her opponent, and then would try to deliver a sumo-style slap to the smaller girlâ€s face.

This one still had spirit - a lot of it. That was expected - prey, good prey, was always difficult. The woods were rife was beasts like this, those that only the strongest could hunt, and the AFW was similar in that way. This one was mighty, and not just in her size. There was determination in those eyes, the look of the strong, the proud, the determined.

The sumo's move was odd even by human standards; Lore had at least expected her to rise up before going on the attack, but she didn't even do that, coming towards her on her knees, shuffling forward and coming out with a slap. The blow struck Lore right on the face and numbed it up on contact, sending her staggering back and bringing her to a knee, shaking her head, stunned and stupefied.

Miyabiâ€s slap hit her opponent square in the cheek, with the smaller girl not even bothering to try to deflect it. Miyabi watched as the girlâ€s head snapped to the side and she staggered back on all fours, looking dazed. Miyabi looked down at her hand with a smile. Evidently, she could really pack a punch—or, rather, a slap! Becoming a wrestler was without a doubt one of the best decisions she had ever made!

Miyabiâ€s attention returned to her opponent. She had to press her advantage! She was going to finish off this match quickly and then go celebrate with Akashi. The young rookie sumo would lift herself onto her feet and approach her dazed opponent. Grabbing the girlâ€s head with both hands, Miyabi would then attempt to toss the girl down onto the mat, flat on her back, hoping to set the smaller girl up for a particularly potent move that she had in mind.

One hit. It was just one hit.

And yet Lore felt like she'd taken a multitude of them to her face. She expected her prey to be strong, but not so staggeringly powerful; it was like she was fighting a skinned bear. Two or three more blows like that would finish her, for sure, and she had yet to deal any significant damage to the sumo. If she could use her teeth, her claws, fight in the wild without all the rules, maybe...

But that wasn't the reality of the situation. The reality was that she had to deal with the limits, and she had to deal with her gargantuan foe, who was currently flipping her around with ridiculous easy. She landed on her back with a screech and a growling, furiously kicking her legs upward to try and hit the sumo in her face.

Miyabi was riding high on the wave of momentum generated by that stinging slap, and she was about ready to go for her favorite move and put her German opponent down for the count. The smaller wrestler was not finished just yet, however, and Miyabi found out the hard way after she had turned the girl over onto her back. The little wildcat started kicking again, snarling and growling as she did so and kind of freaking Miyabi out.

Rather than being aimed for her pudgy, well-shielded stomach, this time the girlâ€s kicks were aimed for Miyabiâ€s face. The sumo girl didnâ€t realize this until her opponentâ€s foot slammed right into her jaw, stunning her and throwing her backwards. Miyabi landed on her butt, the ring shaking again as she fell, and she stifled an agonizing groan as she rubbed at her sore jaw with one hand. <Thatâ€s not fair at all…> Miyabi grumbled to herself.