Shizuku Yatori versus Yuuki Chigusa

Yatori was getting up on her feet at that point. She gave Chigusa a wink and a grin, showing she didn't take it badly. "I know, I know," she chuckled. "I had that coming. Now we're even.

"But I guess," she suddenly added in a teasing tone, "I'll just have to provide service to your fans, then." She wiggled her fingers as if she was cupping someone's breasts while she eyed Chigusa's delightfully damaged costume.

"Ara?" Chigusa said. She tried to comprehend what Yatori was insinuating. She saw Yatori eyeing her torn clothes, seeing that she was very exposed. The entire left side had been nearly torn open at the seam, and the side of her left breast was exposed for all to see. Chigusa reached up a hand to try and cover herself.

"Wait, you can't mean," Chigusa said. She began backing off from Yatori, understanding what Yatori was about to do.

Yatori's smile broadened. She glided over to the disheveled Chigusa with her gaze apparently nailed to Chigusa's partly-bared chest."Only," she quavered in a mock menacing tone, her hands still gesturing, "If you let me..."

Followed by a teasing wink...

Chigusa thought about her next move. Yatori apparently was starting to get naughty. Chigusa knew that she needed to keep the match going at her pace if she was to win, but was getting slowly sucked into Yatori's pace.

Chigusa suddenly smiled. "I'll let you..." she trailed off. She would suddenly rush at Yatori and attempt a handspring elbow, cartwheeling and backflipping to build up momentum and launch a pwerful attack at Yatori's chest. "Only if you can!" Chigusa yelled as she completed her attack and was in the air, her elbow driving downward.

Some people never learn, Yatori thought as Chigusa vaulted at her for the second time. The back of her mind noted that somehow a flying body didn't scare her like a drop kick did. She'd wonder about that if she wasn't busy preparing to receive.

She would catch Chigusa's elbow with her prepared hands (posed to mock-threaten Chigusa with molestation) and then yank the still-airborne girl over her shoulder for a basic but lightning fast judo throw. The simplest moves were still the best, as Damian had taught her. She'd try to hold on to Chigusa, too, for a follow-up...

"Eh?" Chigusa said when her elbow got caught in Yatori's hands. "Ahhhhh!" Chigusa screamed as she got thrown over Yatori's shoulder, landing hard on her back with Yatori still holding on to her elbow. The attack didn't hurt that much, but now Yatori was in control, and Chigusa was helpless.

"Oof!" Chigusa grunted as she landed. It looks like Yatori's follow-up attack would be able to land as well.

Yatori wasted no time in putting Chigusa in a painful crucifix arm bar, scissoring the idol's arm between her powerful legs while tugging on that same to hyperextend it, the Mafiosi now on her back for some serious mat work.

"Sorry, Chicchan," she called out, "But this is a wrestling match, right?"

"Huh?" Chigusa said when Yatori suddenly put her in a submission hold. "No, wait!" Yatori, however, didn't listen to her plead. Chigusa knew she was in trouble, and knew that now Yatori had control of the match.

"AHH!" Chigusa screamed when Yatori stretched her arms out. She felt Yatori pulling hard on her arms, feeling that she might dislocate her arm. Chigusa tried to pull her arm out to no avail.

"N-no, Yatori-san, please," Chigusa begged.

Yatori blinked down her legs at Chigusa. Then she actually stopped tugging on Chigusa's arm, though her grip remained firm.

"You were saying something, Chicchan?" she asked. "What is it?"

Chigusa managed to steady her breathing. Yatori's armbar had managed to hurt her quite a lot, but now that she had slackened her hold, Chigusa managed to catch a quick breath. She didn't try to struggle out of the hold quite yet, since she knew Yatori would just pull again.

"I'm asking you to stop," Chigusa said, "Please."