Tap Out, Knock Out, Fap Out - Tsuki-hime vs Linh Vuong

Azami grinned in delight watching Linh's struggle, thinking that she probably could continue her little game for a bit longer. To her surprise, however, the blonde reacted by catching one of her legs and began to twist it outwards. The blue haired girl grunted as she tried to maintain her lock, but it was a losing battle. Soon enough, her scissor was broken, and her opponent turned the table around by locking her caught leg!

"Nnnghh...!" the princess grimaced slightly, her hands pushing on the mat as she tried to crawl backwards to no avail.

Pain wasn't the only thing she felt, however, as Linh mixed some sensual rubbing to her locked limb, drawing a soft sigh from her. This was quite a dangerous situation to Azami. If she let her opponent wrecked her legs, she could be a sitting duck for the rest of the match. After her last defeat against Natalia, the last thing she needed was another night of being dominated on the ring, no matter how tempting the idea sounded.

Azami slowly began to raise her left leg, pretending to struggle more than she actually was, before she would attempt to hammer her heel onto the thigh of her opponent. Should that enough to loosen the hold, Azami would try to shove Linh's legs with a kick from her left, so she could crawl backwards to free herself.

"A little more, Tsuki?" Linh's voice was a seductive purr. Slotting her foot against her back to keep it locked in place and bent, Linh leaned further back. Leg locks were her strongest talent and it was safe to say she'd developed a bit of a fetish from tangling herself up and her opponents. A lot of the ladies here had quite fine gams but she wondered how many of them could use them to the same degree as herself.

Seeing her in pain, she moved her thigh in a little closer, sliding it against Tsuki's to see if perhaps that might "calm" her a little. Her pants could be heard rather audibly, her chest rising and falling, slightly smushed against the ring. Azami though had a different idea. The leg that seemed raised in pain shot forth and smacked right into her thigh, heel first.

Linh tensed and momentarily tightened but the next two kicks force her off. She'd probably get a bruise there a few hours after the match was done. Rather than following up, she rolled away and stopped near the ropes. She did not rise to a full standing position, staying partially crouched and ready to strike. Slowly she circled around towards her opponent.

"A fair trade-off~" She called out, her voice husky and excited. While she was thinking Azami's mobility might be slightly hampered, she wasn't placing too much confidence in the hold's effects. It hadn't been too long and she had gotten a good scissor off on her. The pain in her sides was subduing thanks to adrenaline however.

"Hmmph," Azami grunted as she drag herself away from the blonde to nurse her caught let. "Not bad at all..." a smirk appeared on her face as if she didn't consider the lock as a big deal.

It was enough to make her think twice about standing right away, though. She shifted herself and got up to her knees instead, staying on her spot while Linh circled around her. Azami just turned around to face the blonde while maintaining a safe distance, deciding to let her opponent came to her while her legs recovering.

"Ready for another business, then?"

Things starting to get a bit more exciting now. She tried to guess where the blonde would try to strike next. The same leg she worked earlier? Or perhaps the other one? There's a chance that the girl might not go for her legs again too, so she better kept herself alert on any signs of movement, and her surroundings. It would be silly to be cornered just because she paid too much attention to her opponent only.

The black haired wrestler was warier of the newcomer now and likely playing it safe. Even if her leg wasn't really in pain, she seemed smart enough to let it rest for a bit although it meant Linh could move in. Her movements were very sudden, suddenly skittering from one position to the other, looking for any possible openings.

"Et toi?" she replied, a confident smile upon her features. She knew that she'd need a bit more than just submissions to win this battle. The submission expert wouldn't deny she needed to improve her throwing and slamming technique. While that was her weakness, she could use her unpredictable movements to attempt to get into a good position.

Linh dashed towards her in a sudden sprint, going for a bracket-shaped angle of approach. However, halfway there she suddenly dropped forward into a roll, attempting to go low and get around Azami. If she was successful, she would attempt to wrap her arms around Azami's midsection, pulling her away and into a throwing position.

Azami just smiled at Linh's reply. She might not be an expert in French, but she did know a couple of words. The princess was eager to continue business off course. Even if she was the one playing defense at the moment, the blue haired girl was ready to take anything that the blonde would throw at her. Well, almost anything. It's not like she had a perfect defense skill after all.

"Ah?!"

The sudden stop and go did throw Azami's guard a bit, and she was caught from behind by her opponent. Those with quick feet sometimes gave her an extra problem, but it didn't mean she couldn't deal with them. She would try to make a quick fix by pushing herself off the mat as Linh pulled her, trying to use the momentum to throw her weight onto her opponent so she could slam her back on those lovely pillows on the blonde's chest. Hopefully she could stun the girl a bit to pull her next move.

Perfectly positioned to her side, Linh wasted no time yanking Azami away. She had to squeeze a bit harder than most given that her large bust was pushing against her back like a very soft cushion. They were even closer now, the slightly taller girl straightening up and hugging her against her athletic form. What was coming next wouldn't be very pleasant, she thought, pausing to lick her ear.

She was thinking of something mysterious to say when suddenly, she found herself stumbling back as Azami kicked off the mat and causing Linh to stumble. She suppressed a cry as her back hit the mat for the second time of the match, her grip faltering on Azami. Linh's breasts notably compacted and she found herself suppressing a flush, the sudden feeling of her increasingly sensitive rack momentarily flooding her mind with very distracting thoughts.

However, she quickly spread out her legs to avoid them being captured by Azami. Quickly, she clamped them over her ankles, knowing she had to restrict her movement up close. She struggled with the dark haired beauty for control, hoping she could take control of her arms and flip her onto her front. The impact had stunned her for a second, weakening her grip and forcing her to hastily struggle to try and regain control with her arms.

She managed to sent Linh crashing onto her back, but unfortunately the girl was tougher than what she expected. While the grip on her midsection was loosened, the blonde moved her legs and secured her ankles. Azami had to shift herself away to try freeing her legs, and by doing so, she inadvertently rubbing her back against Linh's breasts. The princess purred softly, but she would still try to focus on freeing herself.

"Mmm..."

Her hands would also try to pry the blonde's arms from her midsection so she could try rolling away from her opponent. Should she able to do that, Azami would chose to roll away further from Linh. She might have a chance to counter the girl as it was, but doing so seemed a bit risky. The blue haired girl decided that it's better get away and get up on her knees instead, so she could defend herself better for the incoming attack. The only issue with that plan was if the blonde managed to catch her before she could roll away to safety.

The impact of the drop had stunned Linh almost like a slam. It wasn't enough to seriously damage her but her around Azami's slender body was weakened. The struggling Azami though had rubbed against her hefty assets, almost slipping off he top. Erect nipples were started to poke against the fabric and Azami's back. All of this combined was enough to allow Azami to slip away.

Pushing back the pain, Linh pushed her torso off the ground but did not rise to her feet. Also getting onto her knees, she went low and crept forward like the eight-legged creature she was associated with. Pouncing onto the princess' legs, Linh did not go for a leg lock. Instead, she pulled her back, aiming to get her torso close before she dropped her body sideways across the back of her shoulders.

If she was successful, she would wrap her limbs around the younger girl's arms, flipping backwards and putting her into an ensnaring crucifix submission. One leg would go to the side of her head, pressing down while the other came out from under Azami's back, locking on the base of Linh's already squeezing foot. They then proceeded to squeeze powerfully, all the while Azami's closest arm was trapped under Linh's armpit.

Unfortunately for the self claimed princess, things didn't go her way. Before she could get a safe distance, her opponent already pouncing on her legs. Azami yelped as she was brought down and tried to crawl towards the ropes, but Linh was quicker than her. Her body was flipped over and then came those deadly legs locking her in the crucifix position.

"Ahh! Noo!" she protested as her legs began to kick away in protest.

The blonde got her good as even her arms were trapped. Azami squirmed, trying to find a way to free herself rather desperately. The squeeze causing her to let out an agonized cry, which was slightly exaggerated. Even if her acting dramatized her predicament, it didn't take a genius to conclude that the princess was in real trouble.

"Nnnghh! No! Mmmhhh!" she continued to squeal while trying to drag herself towards the edge of the ring with her feet, although her progress were very minimal thanks to the pain on her upper half.

Aiming to strain her neck and head, Linh's legs released her other arm and clamped over her upper body diagonally, forcing her head away from her. It would also put some pressure on her arm, bending it slightly under her armpit. She lay back and arched up her back as she poured in more pressure, powerful leg muscles tormenting the captured wrestler. On top of that, she was intent on showing off a little to the audience; a little bit of vanity and recognition of what the audience loved to see didn't hurt.

She felt just a tinge of pity for her opponent... odd, considering she'd put many others through far worse. They hadn't cried out as piteously. Perhaps it was her stage persona coming in, trying to wring over sympathy points from the crowd. Linh kept up her hold, legs rubbing about in place as they continued their painful squeeze and bend.