The Shooting Star Sisters vs. Seireiko - Handicap Match

The Shooting Star Sisters vs. Seireiko
Handicap Match
No Holds Barred
First side to get a pinfall, submission or KO wins



A handicap match!? That was almost insulting. Granted, their debut fight had gone very badly, but still! Did they think the two of them couldn't even handle one girl? Both Namie and Touka had pretty mixed feelings towards this match. On one hand, it was an easy victory tally for them. On the other, winning 2v1 barely seemed like an accomplishment. Especially in a no holds barred match, where they could easily just double team their opponent right off the bat! That probably wouldn't go over well for their reputation, though... As former idols, they knew full well that you need to take bad jobs sometimes, especially when starting out, but that didn't mean they liked it.

As their own song flared up onto the speakers, the two Kawamura sisters appeared on stage with a cute flourish, dressed in their matching silver two-piece outfits. Smiling and posing for the roaring audience, Namie and Touka energetically made their way down towards the ring. Sliding up onto the canvas, they danced in sync to the song, ending with a sexy pose right as the music stopped, much to the delight of the crowd. It was safe to say they hadn't lost their ability to play to the audience yet. Despite their dislike of this match setup, they kept the smiles on their face as they strutted over towards their corner.

Namie stepped through the ropes, hanging on the side near the corner post, while Touka remained in the ring. Though they felt some anxiety after what happened last time they were in a ring, the two of them managed to remain composed, waiting for their opponent for tonight to arrive.

Seireiko was sitting in the back, her mind drifting on and off as she thought about one person and one person only. Noroiko. Her nemesis had intrigued her, there was no one else who embodied such malice like her. Only her spirit of vengeance matched and when the two of them collided it was a perfect combination of their two brutalizing natures that only the two of them could enjoy and respect. It vex her so, to the point of where it was consuming her. She couldn't think of anything else, she couldn't think of the other souls that needed vengeance on their behalf nor the souls that needed to be punished for their sins.

All she could think about was her next clash with Noroiko.

Her fixation on Noroiko was cut short as she was broken out of her trance when alerted it was time for her match. She showed a little disappointment for the interruption, but soon she stood up in her black school girl outfit as she made her way to stage. The lights dimmed and had a tint of red in them to portray a feeling of doom and gloom when Seireiko hit the stage. Her focus turned to the two girls in the ring. Seireiko didn't care much about them since two of them were not the same as one of Noroiko. Still perhaps that if Seireiko used these girls as a medium for her violence, perhaps it would draw the attention of Noroiko and force the two of them into another confrontation.

Smiling to herself at the thought of said confrontation, Seireiko would slide into the ring as she would stand up on her knees. Staring at the two girls across of the ring one on the outside and one on the inside, Seireiko would move back into her corner and get up into a crouched position, thinking of all the special things she was going to do to them just for the sake of having Noroiko's eyes drawn to her.

The two tensed up as the arena darkened, just as Seireiko made her entrance. Having expected some brutish amazon, to see a small schoolgirl facing off against them instead was both surprising, and mildly insulting. Smirking confidently, Touka watched as the girl climbed up into the ring and crouched down in her corner.

"They seriously sent you against us?" she scoffed, "Do you really thing you stand a chance against both nee-san and I all by yourself?"

Namie remained silent, however, slightly unnerved by the look in the girl's eyes. Still, it was two against one, so they should be safe... It's not like Seireiko looked very strong either. Touka was pretty headstrong, but she should be fine. All they needed to do was wear her down, and she'd be an easy pin.

Touka was still feeling pretty smug, despite the scary expression on Seireiko's face. All she needed to do was wear the girl down, show off a bit to make up for her previous pathetic showing, and then leave it to her dear sister to clean up. Even if it wasn't much, they'd still improve their image after losing so badly last time. Right as the bell rang, the more impetuous sister charged right in, trying to open with a clothesline across Seireiko's busty chest!

Staring at the two across of her, Seireiko was already thinking about what she could do to them that could pull the eyes of Noroiko towards her, surely a show of violence could attract the spirit of malice's attention she thought. Rising to her feet, she heard one of them calling out to her as Seireiko tilted her head. "The two of you....don't you have more?" she asked in a puzzled tone, "If there were more of you... then maybe she would watch more intently." she continued, giving the obvious notion that she didn't care about the two of them and viewed them as mere road bumps.

Walking towards the center of the ring as the bell rang, Seireiko watched as the one in the ring raced at her, catching her off guard as the arm crashed right into Seireiko's chest. "Aaah!" she cried out as she stumbled backwards in a haste as she crashed back into the ropes, wrapping her arm on the top rope as her arm draped over her chest. She was definitely not expecting that, but she enjoyed this so. Pain was a constant friend to Seireiko, one that motivated her, motivated to help it meet other people, make friends with other people.

Turning her head to Touka, Seireiko would spring off of the ropes and raced towards Touka, leaping forward to crash her body into Touka's body to body smash her back.

Touka was slightly irritated by the fact Seireiko seemed to be making light of them, though didn't really understand what she was saying. Landing that opening hit improved her mood, though, thinking that would be enough to make this girl take her seriously. Also that incredibly busty chest was an eyesore to her.

"Is that all you-WUAAAAAH!" Touka turned to taunt her foe, but instead was caught off-guard as Seireiko bowled into her. Knocked down onto her ass by the crazed girl's more shapely body, the younger sister was briefly stunned and open.

Ramming her body into Touka, Seireiko managed to bash herself into Touka's body and forced her backwards, leaving her stunned and vulnerable. Her smile still twisted on her face, Seireiko followed through with her attack. One of her hands quickly went down to Touka's crotch and quickly using the No Holds Barred rule to her advantage and began to start clawing on Touka's crotch.

Her smile soon turned and twisted into a more sadistic one as she pulled up with her claw hold to try and forced Touka up to her feet again to really claw down into her sensitive area.

As Seireiko approached her, Touka instinctively threw her arms up over her face, expecting that to be the most likely target for a follow up. Unfortunately for her, she didn't know Seireiko very well. The younger sister suddenly let out a piercing shriek, eyes open wide, as pain coursed throughout her womanhood. "AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEE!"

Hardly experienced at fighting, Touka had no idea how much something like this could hurt, both the severity and the shock leaving her barely able to react. Letting out a few agonized cries, while a few tears already formed in the corner of her eyes, she painstakingly went along with Seireiko's claw, slowly returning to her feet despite her trembling legs, anything to try and lessen the pressure.

Namie could only look on in shock at what was happening before her. What kind of fucked up attack was that!? One look was enough to tell her how much agony her little sister was in now, and she couldn't help but cringe thinking about how that must feel. Her sympathy for Touka quickly turned to anger at Seireiko, however. Even if there were no rules, how dare she attack her little sister's privates like that!

"YOU BITCH!" Namie screamed in a rage, leaning over the ropes, barely restraining herself from running in and punching Seireko. "LET GO OF HER RIGHT NOW!"

Hearing the cries of Touka was like music to Seireiko's ears. Normally the Spirit of Vengeance would only do this attack to those who had deserved it by doing it on to others who would then in turn wish it back upon them. But today, the Spirit was more focused instead on her nemesis using these two as a medium for her foe to observe for what she had in store for the next time they would meet.

Walking around the ring with Touka's crotch, Seireiko's eyes turned towards the screaming Namie on the apron. She gave a look as if she was daring her to enter the ring to do something to save her sister. Tightening her claw on Touka's crotch, Seireiko would then jerk her to the side to try and throw Touka front first on the mat. She would immediately lunge on to her back, a hand snaking around to start clawing on her opponent's breast.

Namie was trembling with fury as she watched Seireiko viciously torture her sister's pussy, torn between saving her or saving her pride. It hadn't even been a minute into the match, she couldn't just leap in at the very first sign of trouble...

Touka didn't have quite so much of a moral dilemma, as the only thing going through her mind was all of the pain shooting throughout her groin. Her spandex tights gave next to nothing in terms of protection, meaning Seireiko could continue to sink her claws in deeper and deeper, while she continued to scream. Thankfully, the psychopath did eventually let go, throwing the younger sister down onto her belly. Letting out a few sobs, she clutched at her throbbing cunt, trying to ease the pain, when this time Seireiko leapt on top of her, reaching around and clawing at one of Touka's very small breasts.

"AHHHHH! What the fuck...!?" she cried out, as now her other sensitive area was now under attack. Thankfully, mostly in part to her flat chest, it paled in comparison to having her crotch clawed, but it was still far from pleasant. Her hands still cupped to her aching womanhood, Touka squirmed in pain, vainly trying to escape from her violent tormentor.

Seireiko clawed at Touka's chest but was rather dissatisfied with her opponent. It was nothing like the luscious chest that was Noroiko's and she felt that if her opponent was watching her, she wouldn't be impressed in the least. Still though, she could only imagine the pain that was coursing through Touka's body. She figured that she could have more.

Releasing the breast of Touka's, her hand slither back down to the pained crotch to reapply the claw.