Da Xia vs. Airi Shijima - Strip Match!

It didn't take long for Airi to realize her shirt was gone, though it didn't really bother her much outside of the fact that it put Da Xia a bit closer to winning the match. "Uurrrrgghhh... You...!"

However the orange-haired girl found herself floored still, as her cruel foe locked her hand under her chin and pulled her into a camel clutch. Grunting in frustration, Airi squirmed about trying to wriggle free. Her situation, unfortunately, only got worse as Da Xia's fingers hooked her nose instead, causing a rather extreme pain that forced a semi-muffled anguished cry out. "Gnnnaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh...!"

Wrenching back on Airi, but focusing more on the fish hook more than the actual hold it was clear that Da Xia was more intent on humiliating Airi more so than hurting her. That didn't take away from the fact that the fish hooking wasn't painful to begin with. After pulling on Airi's nose for a while longer, Da Xia would release her opponent from the hold before shoving her head into the mat and rising off of her.

Taking a step forward, Da Xia rested her foot on the back of Airi's head before extending her arms out and posing on top of the downed girl, as if she already won the match. Her audacity and arrogance knew no bounds.

Airi let out a cry as she was released and shoved face first into the mat yet again. Groaning in pain, she started to push herself up, only to get her head stomped down under Da Xia's foot. Making a loud frustrated sound, the orange-haired girl slammed her palms against the mat and tried to get up more forcibly this time, hoping to throw the cocky Chinese girl off balance.

Da Xia's foot was forced off of Airi's head as the Chinese Bully turned her attention to her opponent. Smirking to herself, she lowered herself down into a crouched position as she looked down on Airi with an arrogant smile. Even though her opponent was getting up, she didn't show her the respect to fear her counter attack as she pointed to her cheek, as if telling Airi that she'd pitied her enough to let her take a free shot at her.

She was so confident that she could take anything Airi swung at her.

Airi scrambled to her feet and turned around, glaring at Da Xia. Immediately realizing she was getting taunted, the orange-haired girl flew into a rage. "You think, you're so tough, huh!?"

Sprinting in the opposite direction, Airi spun around and rebounded herself off the ropes for momentum. Charging headlong at the pink-haired girl, she leaped high into the air and attempted to aim a drop kick right at her foe's chest.

With a smug smile on her face as she watched Airi stagger up and then fire off into the ropes, Da Xia rose to her feet as she arrogantly waited for Airi to run back at her. She'd expected the girl to either run into her or throw a weak clothesline. To her great surprise it was instead a dropkick that crashed into her. "Gaaah!" Da Xia groaned out as she staggered backwards, her arms flailing about wildly as she caught herself on the top rope, quickly trying to catch her breath after that surprise.

Airi grunted as she hit the canvas a bit roughly, but it was all worth it. She definitely showed that bitch. Quickly jumping back to her feet, she took a few steps back before charging in yet again, leaping into the air with a body splash.

"GOT YOU NOW, BITCH!"

The dazed Da Xia heard the sound of a battle cry as she looked up to see her opponent taking flight. Having little time or chance to avoid the hit, the smaller girl crashed into her as her body was sandwiched between her's and the ropes that gave a little bit but the tension in the ropes would push her back into Airi, giving a little more 'ooph' to the splash. Springing off of the hit, Da Xia would stumble towards the center of the ring as she wobbled to keep her balance, not wanting to give her opponent the satisfaction of watching her go down.

The impact hit Airi with a little more recoil than she expected, sending her bouncing right off Da Xia and crashing to the mat. Grunting in pain again, she staggered to her feet a bit clumsily, trying to get her bearings back as well.

"Not... looking all cocky anymore... are 'ya...?" she spoke, making an obscene one fingered gesture at the Chinese girl, right before clumsily stumbling towards her and aiming another punch to her tit.

Turning around to face the advancing Airi, Da Xia had managed to regain most of her balance, until Airi punched her in the tit again. "Aaaah!" she cried out, her hands shooting up for her chest and cradling her tit. She was not happy about the turn of momentum, even though she was the one who allowed it to be.

Gritting her teeth, she lookd to return the favor by pulling her hand back and delivering a back handed chop across of Airi's bra covered chest, looking to make a loud smack and stinging pain on to Airi's chest.