Yori vs Ataru - Special rules cage match (complete)

"Unghh.... " This time, Ataru was a little too much down of stamina to reply with anything funny at Yori's somewhat seductive version of a trash-talking. Plus, he would prefer to spare his breath at this point of the match.

Well, he didn't know how much of a good idea it was to spare his breath yet, but he was going to find out soon as Yori dragged him into the center of the ring, using her height advantage to pull him face first into a sensuous, and potentially finishing standing breastsmother.

Once again her large, warm breasts engulfed his face, smothering the smaller boy into the damp, tight darkness of her cleavage.
"Wah...mmngghfff..... 0///0".
Ataru would try to tug and push himself out of it, but Yori knew well how to weaken an opponent in her smothering hold: shaking her supple breasts, the voluptuous grappler rolled Ataru's head around with them, making him dizzier while at the same time allowing herself to wriggle his blushing face deeper inbetween her womanly smother.

Yori would smile down to her opponent while she was holding his face in his new prison. It was kind of cute seeing him right there. But this should be the last move of this match. Yori was pretty worn out already and this match took pretty much out of her, meaning she couldn´t do much more… if she wouldn´t end this match soon she wouldn´t be able to win it at all…

So she would need to put all she got into the next few moves taking out the smaller one right here right. “Come one little one…. Just go to sleep… no one will blame you for that and you would do me a big favor with that one!”, She was teasing him quietly, “I know you want it as well… you don´t want to run away from me!”

Yori's cooings were not wrong: Ataru was getting ever more weaker and dizzier, and the more air-deprived he got in the relentless breastsmother hold, the more comfortable and sleepy he was going in her amorous embrace.

Her soft, warm breasts felt like lovely pillow to rest his tired face, and his weakened hands were soon sliding along Yory's shape to rest just on her well round booty.

"mmnnff.... <3"
He knew that it was now or never, assuming he still had some desperate escape attempt to pull that is. But nothing in his muffled mumblings or the sweet groping from his hands seemed to suggest such thing: if anything, Ataru appeared like starting to accept the inevitable, unable to do much more than copping a feel of Yori's butt in the process.

Yori was holding on to her opponent. She didn´t plan to let him go. She felt how he was getting weaker and weaker of the time… what was a good sign for her. She would try to increase the pressure she was using to press his face right into her breasts to make sure that he would get no air… She was feeling bad a bit for trying to choke him out that way but after all these were the rules of the match.

Suddenly the mature woman felt two hands on her butt checks, what made her jolt upwards out of surprise. She would then smile down to him. “Yeah take as much as you can… there is enough for you… maybe you can have nice dreams from it after you go to sleep now!” she told him, moving her hips a bit letting her but shake in his hands.

Ataru could dimly hear Yori's playful words now. His face was smothered deeper into the warm embrace of her ample breasts, making him feel sleepier and more comfortable. His legs were buckling, and it would not be false to say that Yori's embrace was helping him to keep standing.

Well, at least his imminent knockout was going to make someone happy, he thought self-ironically, feeling how Yori was shaking her butt to lovingly tease to her trapped opponent, flirting with him a little bit more while she went all out to put him to sleep. And it's was exactly what most of his tired mind wanted now: to relax, give in to this beautiful voluptuous woman and become all hers...

...If it wasn't for that annoying voice in his head that kept yelling to fight until he had the latest ounce of energy.
"M-Mmghff.... @///@". With a muffled, basically sleepy groan, Ataru would tighten his grip around Yori's hips and suddenly flex his legs upwards, going to lift Yori into a front hug aimed at being completed by a desperate belly to belly suplex.

But there was not enough strenght and stamina in his softened, air deprived legs muscles to fully second his planned move, and so all that Ataru could do was to stagger backwards and lose balance, falling back into the ropes after a few steps, leading to slamming himself, and most likely Yori's front, right into the steel cage.
"Ummngghfff....!!!"

Yori was smiling down to her opponent. This was over, it seems like Ataru was done. He wouldn´t find the strength to fight his way out of this hold. Or at least that was what Yori was thinking right now… but the boy would show her how wrong she was with that, when she suddenly felt how his arms where wraped around her for a tight and strong hug.

“Ohhh” was all the mature woman could say before her opponent was slowly lifting her up from the ground and holding in her up in the air. That was dame surprising for her, that he could fight back after such a long time in a smother. But he was able to pull it off. He hold up the mature woman, except when she thought that he would slam her back down to the mat over his head; she felt how he started to stumble backwards. Seems like he wasn´t so fit after all…

When looked directly forward she saw that the cage wall was coming closer pretty. Fast she could only scream loud before she would hit the cold steal with her head… in the next moment she was slowly falling down to the floor holding her spinning head. That came unexpected and left a mark on the poor woman.
 

With a loud metallic noise and a collective roar of excited surprise from the crowd, both Ataru and Yori had their not so pleasurable encounter with the cold steel cage. While Yori's upper stance had probably brought her the worst part of it, Ataru still had taken a hard impact which, combined with the prolonged breastsmother, had left him dazed and barely responsive on the mats, groaning faintly from pain, needing to stay down and inhale big, much needed gulps of fresh air to recover some awareness.

With the fans yelling excited encouragements to whatever their favorite contender, several seconds were gone without either Yori or Ataru being able to stand up. If this was a standard match, this would be the moment for the referee to count a double KO, but this was far from being a standard match.

"O-Ouuunnnhhhghh.... my head... @.@" Ataru rolled on all fours, taking a few more seconds to shake the cobwebs of numbness off from his head, and finally he staggered up. Escaping Yori's smother had required the latest ounces of his energies but here he was now, "still on my feet... more or less...", he thought, tottering like a drunk on trembling legs.

The entire arena looked like spinning around, and the young boy had no clue about Yori. He decided to assume, or better said wish that she was still down. Not that he had more moves to pull in any case: his only chance to win this match was up there and out of the cage. With drunk-like steps he reached the corner, where he used the ropes to meekly start his climbing. No more brave/stupid flying move attempts: his only and final goal was the top of the cage.

Yori was lying down on the floor moaning loudly after she just meet the hard steel in a pretty ugly way. Her head was hurting like hell and she couldn´t tell where she was right now… she would roll over the mat for some moments before she would stay on her stomach breathing heavily. She heard all the cheers from the crowed… when the fans were loving this match so much they two were doing something right.
Yori was pushing her upper body upwards after some time putting her head into her arms, showing to everyone that she wasn´t done yet. She was worn down pretty much but there was still some fight left in her and she would put that into this match till the very end. Yori bit her lips trying to get her mind straight again, right now she couldn´t catch a though in her head.

But suddenly when she looked up she saw something that shocked her deeply. Ataru was starting to climb up in the corner! That wasn´t good… it seems like he would try to run away from this fight. The mature woman would try to pusher herself up as fast as she could. She just couldn´t let that happen. As fast as her conditions allowed it she would try to make her way back up to her feet, before stumbling over to the corner Ataru used for his escape right now.

When she was there Ataru already got some time to make some way upwards the cage. Yori would try to reach out using her high to grab one of his ankle´s stopping him from climbing up much higher. But she wouldn’t tear him down with that… meaning she needed to climb up the cage as well to stop him. Yori would grab the cage wall with her free hand using it to get a good hold, while climbing up the ropes with her legs. She would try to climb up to Ataru. “I won´t let you get away like that!”, she screamed at him.

Ataru kept going with his not exactly fast "free climbing" performance, but he couldn't go much far. The Japanese boy heard the crowd roar louder, and suddenly one of his ankles was stuck in a soft yet firm grip.
"unghh Yori..? 0///0 You are...nghh.. stubborn...". He tried to wriggle himself loose, but before he could think of a way to counter, the voluptuous woman had climbed higher and now his smaller body was pressed to the cage by her round curves.
"uffh.... 0///0".

“where did you though you go? I won´t let you get away… no way…”, she screamed out loudly… unluckily for her she didn´t knew how to fight in a position like that… she was hanging at the cage just like him and she had the feeling if she would let go of the cage to attack him, she would be the one going downwards… So she needed to think of something. Luckily she got the smaller one trapped between her and the cage… She needed to change position for a good attack on him to stop him.

Yori looked up and saw that both of them were pretty close to the edge of the cage… only maybe one or two foot away from it… This could be the perfect chance for her. The mature woman tried to get a hold on the edge of the cage, trying to pull herself upwards slowly, to finally drag her body onto the edge. First she would lay up there, before she would sit upwards and look down. She was pretty high up…. And this was pretty scary for her… but now she could attack Ataru way better. With some clumsy kicks, aiming for his head, she would try to make him let go of the cage.