"Standard" Match - Azami vs Katya

"Oh come on, you can do better than that..." Azami taunted as she arched her back to press her breasts against her opponent's back a bit. "Did you really think such a straight attack would hit anyone...?" sneered the princess as she tightened her hold a bit.

Azami would then release Katya again so she could attempt to toss the brunette towards the turnbuckle. Instead of rushing over, however, she would wait at the center of the ring to see what else her opponent could come up with. It's a dangerous game she's playing by taking Katya even easier than before, but for the moment, Azami hadn't really feel threatened yet by her opponent to take the match more seriously.

Katya grunted as she was stretched in the full nelson by her taller opponent, the petite girl forced on tiptoes with her breasts attractively thrust forwards. She had to endure both the hold and Azamiâ€s smug taunts before being tossed towards the turnbuckle.

She yelped a little as she bundled into the ring post, although she got her hands out in front of her in time to cushion the impact. Katya turned, expecting a follow up attack, only to see Azami standing casually in the centre of the ring.

Katyaâ€s jaw clenched a little in frustration at Azamiâ€s casual approach. The impetuous Russian badly wanted to score a hit on her foe, otherwise the embarrassment was only going to get worse for her.

“Oh, thatâ€s it,” she muttered, before charging Azami again. She shaped up for another clothesline, only to shift position at the last moment and try for a sneaky leg sweep on her opponent.

Seeing Katya rushed with another clothesline almost made Azami shook her head. It seemed that her opponent didn't learn from her previous mistake at all. The self claimed princess was just about to duck again, only to find out that Katya did actually learn something and took her leg out instead. Perhaps she was underestimating the brunette too much, but it's a bit late to regret it by now.

"Aaahh...?!" Azami yelped before she landed on her back with a thud. "Ugghh...!"

Groaning in annoyance, she would roll herself over to the side, wanting to pick herself up as quick as she could. It seemed that she needed to teach her former pet a harsher lesson indeed!

"You're going to get it..." she muttered under her breath while getting up.

"Heheh, not this time, princess," Katya chuckled, heartened by the sight of her opponent crashing to the mat.

"Keep up the momentum!" barked Oksana at ringside, as Azami staggered to her feet.

Katya smiled and moved in on Azami before the princess could get fully upright. The petite Russian would try and grab her opponent by the head, taking a liberal handful of blue hair as she did so. If she managed to get control over the other girl, Katya would simply try and lead Azami for a few quick steps, building up some speed before tossing her back to the mat.

"Ah!" Azami barely recovered from her rough landing as Katya grabbed her hair and began to make her stumble forward. "You... uufff!"

Before she could finish her statement, the self claimed princess already found herself back on the mat again, on her front this time. Azami told herself to stop playing around and take this match more seriously now, since not only Katya had managed to floor her twice, but also because her opponent was being coached. Scoffing as she picked herself up with the ropes help, Azami would smile dryly to the brunette, keeping a calm front even if she had the urge to kick her opponent's butt upside down and sideways.

"Hmmph, it seems you have improved a bit... But don't think that would be enough to beat me, Katya-chan..." she warned.

Katya smiled as she watched Azami struggle to get back up, very pleased that she had at least managed to slow the blue-haired girl down.

"Ohoh, was that almost a compliment?" she beamed. Azami seemed to be hiding her irritation quite well, though Katya was sure she could detect some frustration in her opponent. It seemed like she really had come here expecting to roll Katya over unopposed. That thought encoraged Katya to keep the pressure up.

The petite brunette advanced, hoping to grab her foe while she was still on the ropes and with nowhere to go. She would try and get her in a headlock, with Azami's neck hung over the tope rope for extra support in the choke.

Azami didn't respond to Katya's taunt as she focused herself on reminding her cheeky opponent who was the better girl. She didn't believe that the brunette had improved that much, and it's only her own carelessness that earned her some flooring. Seeing Katya coming after her on the edge of the ring, she would push herself off the ropes and lowered her body a bit. Her aim was to catch the brunette with a spear to knock her off a bit, or maybe taking her down to the mat if she's lucky.

"Don't get too carried away!"

Katya was eagerly moving in on her opponent and was completely unprepared for Azami's comeback, the blue-haired girl barreling into her belly with a forceful spear.

"Ahh!" the Russian yelped as she was knocked clean off her feet, legs flying upward, before she crashed onto her back with a loud and painful thud. Katya was now lying floored in the middle of the ring, obviously a bit taken aback by her fall.

"There you go..." Azami sneered at the floored Katya, satisfied with the impact of her strike.

Wasting no time, she would then attempt to straddle her opponent's belly and pin the brunette's arms above her head. Azami was planning to apply a school girl pin on Katya by sliding herself forwards a bit by bit if she could keep her opponent under her control. She wasn't really paying attention to the brunette's lower half, thinking that she should be able to pin Katya just fine like this.

“Oof!” grunted Katya as Azami straddled her and pinned her arms. The downed girl was helpless to prevent this, ending up in a submissive position. She even felt a flicker of excitement as Azami settled into the dominant schoolgirl pin, although Katya tried to ignore that impulse for now.

Her opponent inched forwards up her body, Katya shuddering a little but unable to resist, her eyes glancing at Azamiâ€s crotch as her spread legs moved ever closer.

“Ngh-no!” Katya said, trying to steel herself to show some defiance. The Russian would flail her legs, lifting them up, trying to wrap her own legs around Azami and shove her boots into the blue-haired girlâ€s face. She wouldnâ€t be pinned this easily!