Beth Riana vs (guest star!) Kirin Sumomo

Kirin smiled (like she ever stops...) at "kicking her ass outside the ring." She'd had her hardcore matches in her youth, and they were invigorating. Made you fight hard and fight smart at the same time. She finally realized what she was wearing.

"Ah. Sorry, I suppose you're right. But I can change in the ring," she assured. She'd follow Beth to the sparring ring and went ahead in climbing the apron, bending to get between the ropes and showing off her hanging breasts and enormous rump in the process. Once inside, she'd simply yank her t-shirt off over her head and unzip and remove her jeans, stripping from them and wearing nothing but a red sports bra and some matching silky panties. Her belly stuck out bare, and her significant curves were all the more obvious now.

She'd roll her shoulders comfortably. "How we used to fight when I had apartment matches I hadn't planned on happening. Normal clothes usually just get in the way. I think I'll spare you having to see me naked for now," she winked playfully.

Beth was dressed more comfortably for the match. Well... probably not as comfortable. But a bit more dressed. So far, she pretty much refrained from calling her opponent fat or plump. Or any kind of insult towards her. But she had no reason to insult her anyway. And she didn't doubt that she was capable in a match. "Naked?" Beth couldn't help her face turning a bit red, remembering her one match that she'd lost. And in a most embarrassing way. She hadn't been naked. But that comment made her think of that.

Shaking her head, Beth would focus on the match at hand, climbing into the ring and starting to bounce on her feet, holding her hands up before giving a few jabs. "Alright. Any rules? Or should we just both go all out to try and win any way we can?"

"Well I'm not naked now, but watch those punches or it'll change pretty quickly with these darlings," Kirin chuckled during her awkward blushing, cupping and gently shaking her milk-toting mammaries.

"Let's say no rules. All out. I think it's over whenever the winner's apparent. Or the loser submits. And, of course, whenever she gets bored with playing with the loser."

Kirin raised her arms and had to bend her knees to get Beth in a decent targeting range. "All you've got, Beth," she reminded calmly. "I'm not afraid." She'd give her a few moments' pause to signify they were starting, then rush in to try and grab the little foe's arm, trying to keep her arm ready to deflect a simpler counter-punch.

Beth would nod her head, her expression turning serious. Or rather, even more serious than it had been. She was now plenty focused, not letting the thought of nudity distract her from the match.

When Kirin came in at her, Beth would suddenly lunge forward as ell, not wanting to give her time to get her hands on her. She was going to put everything she had into these punches. And that meant that it would hurt quite a bit. Her right fist would launch upwards in an uppercut, aiming for her opponent's jaw.

Kirin wasn't well prepared for the speedy counter-attack, only her height saving her from a direct hit. As the fist traveled upward she jerked backward, but her knuckles still clipped her jaw enough to confirm her suspicions on the girl's power.

She'd hiss slightly and rub her jaw, unwittingly putting herself in a vulnerable spot before bracing herself to strike or defend as she had to.

Beth would indeed follow up, not wanting to pass this opportunity. She'd move in closer to Kirin, her left fist pulling back, like she was about to send a hard straight at her. But instead, her right fist would lash out again, doing a hook aimed for Kirin's side. It wasn't the most powerful punch. But it was quick, and it still had a lot of power behind it.

Kirin's hurried defense was in vain at the feint, the hook connecting with her padded but still soft side, making her body jerk in an attempt to double over sideways. She'd grunt heavily and hold her side, desperately lashing out a hand in an attempt to improvise a palm strike at her little foe's chest.

Kirin would manage to land her palm against Beth's chest, pushing the smaller girl away. But she'd only rush right back in, grabbing at Kirin's wrist and trying to yank her off balance. If Beth could manage that, she'd have a hard left cross waiting for Kifin, aiming once more at her jaw. It wasn't an easy reach. But Beth knew the results of a successful hit would be worth it.

Beth barely upset Kirin's firm balance, but the cross managed to catch her offguard enough to send her head whipping away. Kirin would quickly grab at her arm though, grabbing it by the wrist and ripped her arm back towards herself. She'd mean to throw off the lightweight and slam her body forward, heavily crashing her immense body into the boxer to bring her down before she could get another punch off.

For someone as small as Beth, it was easy to get pulled off balance like that. And when she slammed against Kirin, she almost felt like she'd just ran into a brick wall. She'd be sent crashing to the mat, cursing under her breath as she tried to rolled away, intending to get to her feet so that Kirin couldn't trap her on the mat. Knowing Kirin, and how much experience she had, she probably knew that Beth's strength was strikes, and her weakness was submissions.