Sora Mizumi vs. Claire St. Clair - Schoolgirl Facesit Match

Both competitors must be dressed in schoolgirl uniforms for the match.
Winner determined by submission or knock-out through facesitting.



Sitting in the locker room, tying on her black school shoes, Sora felt mildly uncomfortable. The last time she had fought Claire St. Clair, she'd been forced to submit in the most humiliating way in a Sumo Panties match. Now, in their rematch, they'd been put in another strange match that had forced Sora to find an old school uniform. I can't believe this thing still all fits... Sora thought to herself as she reajusted the cuff of her short sleeves, before pulling at the sailor collar. Her school in Chiba had traditional uniforms, which Sora was now wearing; a white sailor shirt, with blue collar and cuffs, and red neckerchief. Completing it was a blue skirt, black knee high socks and black shoes.

With a knock on her door signaling it was time, Sora began moving, out of the change rooms and down the numerous hallways within the sprawling AFW Arena. Mentally steeling herself, she couldn't help but be thrown by her attire. She had been used to her regular black spandex attire that was comfortable and practical. A school uniform in the ring was anything but. “This is so stupid...” she muttered to herself as she heard her music begin playing as she approached the entrance way.

Walking through the curtain and out towards the numerous fans within the arena, Sora raised her hands in the air to the cheers of the fans, but the expression on her face was anything but celebratory. With a rough gaze and a slight frown, Sora made her way to the ring. She couldn't let her discomfort get in the way as it had with her last encounter against Claire. Even though she looked like a cute schoolgirl, Sora had learned last time that doubting her opponent could be devastating. Climbing the metal stairs and stepping through the ropes, to the whistles of fans in the front row, Sora moved into the far turnbuckle, half sitting against it as she awaited her opponent. As silly as this match and the stipulation was, she needed to take it seriously. She had something to prove here tonight, that no matter what the challenge was, she could adapt to it.

Claire had been taking it easy recently. After her foiled shot at the kawaii title, management had given her some well-deserved time off, and, for whatever reason, matches in the Kawaii Division had been becoming harder to come by. Claire had never disappeared or gone away, but after spending several months in the AFW spotlight, Claire had stepped back.

She had been getting a little antsy, though, and this schoolgirl facesitting match sounded like just what she needed to get back in the saddle and get her AFW career back on track. She would be facing Sora Mizumi, a girl who she had gotten to know well last year when the two had contested a sumo panties match. That time, Claire had come out on top, though both she and Sora had finished the match with sore butts from the long, hard wedgies they had been forced to endure. After the match, they had met in the locker room, the panties had come off, soothing lotions had come into play, and they had…

Well, they had some fun. It had been a very interesting night, and Claire was looking forward to seeing Sora again.

Claire entered the arena and walked down the ramp to loud cheers from the fans. She smiled and waved at them as she made her way down into the ring. She was wearing her old high school uniform, which consisted of a black sweater vest, a white dress shirt underneath that—with the sleeves rolled up to reveal Claire’s forearms—a short red necktie, a black and white checkered skirt, black knee-high socks, and black shoes. Claire had a little surprise for Sora underneath her skirt, too, but she would save that for later. She carefully slid into the ring, got up, dusted herself off, and walked over to her corner, looking at Sora with big eyes from across the ring.

As Claire walked down the ramp towards the ring, Sora couldn't help but admire the girl and remember the night they had shared together after their last match. Claire was certainly cute with her bobcut black hair, her bright eyes...not to mention her cute butt. Sora blushed at the thought, before realising that Claire's ass was actually going to be a threat to her in this match, which only made her blush more.

As Claire moved over to her corner, Sora would give her a slight smile. The two had been more than friendly, but some people changed in the ring. With the two of them ready, the referee rang the bell, to the cheers of the fans in the audience.

“Looks like we're in another stupid match together...” Sora would say as she stepped out of her corner, cautiously towards her opponent. Too often she had been caught out with her way of charging forward from the opening bell. Besides, she hadn't seen Claire in a while, not since the other girl had had her Kawaii Title shot. “I'd love to face you just one on one another time. I hear you're doing pretty well in the Kawaii scene, huh?” she'd say as she slowly paced around the ring, half looking for an opening, half actually interested in how Claire had been.

Sora and Claire had had a lot of fun together the night after their last match. Rubbing ice and lotion on each other’s butts had naturally led to groping, which had led to all sorts of other things. Claire remembered just how cute Sora’s butt was. She knew that, if she wasn’t careful, that cute butt was going to be planted right on her face. Claire couldn’t help but blush profusely when she thought about that possibility.

As Sora walked towards her, Claire would walk forward, as well, cautiously circling around her opponent as they met in the center of the ring. She smiled, glad to know that, at least for this one match, she and her opponent would be on good terms. Too often, Claire found herself fighting bitter battles with girls who had nothing but mean and negative things to say and do.

“Well, yeah, I guess they really like putting us in weird situations…I’m used to it by now, though,” Claire would reply. “I’ve been doing well, yeah. The title match was…well, something. Since then, I’ve just been surviving, really.” She shrugged, then bent her knees a little and put her arms out, getting into a grappling pose as she readied herself for battle.

Sora smiled as the two began circling around the ring. For her cute looks, Claire was a legitimate fighter, as anyone was who got a championship match at AFW. Anyone who didn't take her seriously would pay for that.

Putting her own arms out, Sora would inch closer to Claire, looking to lock up with her. Grappling was a specialty of Sora's, and she had no clue how much experience or technique Claire had, although usually Sora had to deal with opponents larger or stronger than she was. With Claire, they were just about even. Moving forward, with hands almost touching, Sora would motion to lock up, before moving swiftly, trying to duck around the side and grabbing Claire in a waist lock, holding her opponent from behind, and try to wrestle her down to the mat.

Claire was no slouch when it came to grappling, at least when compared to her kawaii brethren. But it seemed that Sora was more experienced than she was in that field, and Claire was a little too eager to lock up into a test of strength, one of her favorite parts of the match. As she went to grab Sora’s hands, the Japanese wrestler ducked around her, evading Claire’s grasp and wrapping her arms around the American kawaii girl from behind, putting her into a tight waist lock!

“Guaaah!” Claire exclaimed, as she suddenly found herself being hugged tightly from behind by the cute girl in the sailor suit. “D-darn it, you let go!” Claire would insist, as her arms would immediately shoot down to Sora’s, trying to pry them away from her waist and keep Sora from being able to lift her up and throw her down to the mat! Claire knew that if she went down she could very well be the first one to be forced to endure the dreaded facesit…

Grinning as she grabbed a hold around Claire's waist, Sora would continue to press her weight forward, trying to force her opponent down to the mat. "Not a chance!" she responded as she felt Claire pry at her hands, moving herself about to maintain a tight hold on Claire from behind as she continued to resist. "Y'know, you could make this easy for the both of us and just lay down! It'd make this quicker and more painless for ya..."

Sora was having difficulty trying to lift Claire up and force her down to the mat. So instead, she decided if she couldn't force her opponent forwards, then she'd use Claire's resistance to help throw her backwards! Changing her footing, Sora would lean backwards, trying to throw Claire over her head for a German suplex.

Claire tried to pry Sora’s hands away from her waist, or slip her hands underneath Sora’s arms to give herself a little breathing room, but her opponent was a good grappler, and had the hug-like hold locked in tight. Claire wiggled and struggled but found no space. She managed to remain on her feet and avoid being thrown forward down onto the mat, but that was only a small victory. She was still in Sora’s clutches.

“You know…it would be just as easy…for you to do the same!” Claire would pant, retorting as Sora suggested that she lay down and surrender. That certainly was not going to happen. She was going to beat Sora again, and have some more fun with her afterwards…

Sora, unable to throw Claire forward, did the smart thing and used Claire’s own momentum against her. The American girl wailed as she was tossed backwards, landing hard on her head and shoulders as she was suplexed. Claire flopped across the mat almost like a ragdoll. Desperately, she would throw one hand down to keep her skirt from flying up—as she didn’t want her surprise to be ruined just yet—and the other hand would try to cushion her fall. Afterwards, Claire would flop down onto her stomach, groaning as her head spun following the painful maneuver.

Throwing Claire backwards over her head in a release German suplex, Sora would also fall down to the mat on her back. Rolling over, she smiled at the sight of Claire lying on her stomach groaning. "Y'sure hun? It would make things go a bit faster..." Sora said tauntingly as she moved towards her downed opponent. She respected Claire too much to properly taunt her, but she always enjoyed having a bit of fun when wrestling with friends.

Before Claire could get back to her feet, Sora would try to plant her knee in the middle of her back, grabbing hold of her opponent's right arm and twisting it into an armbar. Slowly and methodically, this was Sora's element. Although she couldn't get a submission from this move, she aimed to wear down her opponent before she could get on top of her. "Anytime you want me to just sit down on top of you, you just say the word hun" she added with a cheeky grin.

Claire only minded Sora’s taunting a little bit. Had they not been fighting, trash talking that mild would have reaped nothing more than a smile and a wry chuckle from the New Englander. But as she laid on the canvas rubbing at her spinning head, it managed to elicit a small blush from Claire, and a somewhat annoyed grumble. She had hoped to start off this match on a much better note. She had, after all, won their first match. She had to be the favorite for this fight.

“Not a chance, Sora…” Claire would groan, as she would begin to lift herself up. Before she could, Sora would plant a knee in her back and grab her arm. Claire cried out again as her limb was pulled into a painful armbar! “Ggnnnaaahgh!”

She squirmed and kicked, trying to escape. This was a very bad position for her to be in. This isn’t the way I expected it to go at all…at this rate I’ll never get to spring my surprise… Claire would say to herself. She would growl again as Sora continued to taunt her. “If you try to sit on my face right now, I’ll bite your butt…” Claire threatened.