Sayumi Arai Vs Cicilia De'Reignhardt [Beach Match- Unofficial]

"Agh!!! Sayu... you... rrrrrgh! Cicilia protested as the girl's plan went right into action, pressing her body tightly against the boxer's in a way that made her blush... heavily. Her arms wrapped tightly around her as her legs did around her waist, constricting her sides brutally as the German gasped in pain... It seemed Sayumi tried to use her tone against her as well, her voice laced with a gentle, slick edge that would've normally turned the boxer on... were it not for the crushing pain in her sides. This girl was trying to crush her with all of her limbs, wasn't she!? But then... Cicilia got her first hit in by cheating her so this little abuse of her was forgiven at least...

"Rrrrrgh!" She growled in protest, barely able to keep herself upright with this new weight added to her front. She stared angrily into her constrictor's eyes, her pain only fueling her rage which, in turn, fueled her strength. Letting go of Sayumi's hand, she quickly threw a hook (as best she could) at her rival's side. She had... to release... this hug... If this was what Sayumi felt when Cicilia bear-hugged her... then by her honor as a fighter, she was gonna get her in another one for this! For now though...

Cicilia let out a combo of awkward blows against the body that clung to her with her free hand, hoping that somehow her strength would work for her, even with how close they were... As sensual and close they were right now... It was a deadly flower... She had to get free before she was taken out of this fight!

Sayumi giggled softly, gently pressing her forehead to Cicilia's as she spoke in a sickly sweet sing song. "Shh... it's okay, all you have to do is surrender." She wiggled against the raven haired beauty, tightening her clutches on and off, giving her only the faintest bit of relief. She wasn't cruel. She could feel the German boxer faltering and thought she had won when her hand was released. "That ri-" Her body shook with the first body blow, unattractively coughing. The pressure around Cicilia's waist weakened as Sayumi struggled to try and fend off the fist striking her and maintain the hold at the same time.

Her free arm flailed blindly, trying to catch the fist which hit her again... and again. each time she thought she had it, it slipped past her fingers. By the forth strike, she couldn't take it any longer. Her ankles parted, the linchpin to her hold now gone the boxer had successfully saved herself. The sand displaced around her with a soft thud as she hit the ground on her back, legs upright before they too rested on the sand to either side of Cicilia. She was doubled over, clutching her side as she activated the most successful of defensive maneuvers... the fetal position. Keenly aware aware of how vulnerable she was like this, her eyes met Cicilia's glaring up in defiance. A foot shot outward from her curled state, kicking to try and knock out one of the other woman's legs at the shin. She hoped to buy time, it didn't matter to her if the woman was staggered or actually fell. Hopefully, the poor footing in the sand would only aid her cause.

"I... don't... Surrender...!"

Cicilia wouldn't let up her blows until the girl buckled under the weight of her awkward punches, eventually letting go of her entirely and falling to the sand. The boxer gasped and recoiled a half-step back, sucking in air as if it were some kind of valuable resource. She was free! And Sayumi was on the ground, clutching at her sides as she curled into a ball in the sand. This was her moment! The German took a step forward, getting ready to capitalize before suddenly, her leg was taken out from under her by a well-placed kick. She gasped as she fell forwards, landing hard on top of Sayumi. Their bodies slamming together once more, breast to breast, belly to belly. Luckily, Cicilia's head missed hers by a few inches, slipping right past

"Oww...." Cicilia groaned as she lifted herself slowly from atop the beautiful lavender, wincing in pain as her chest and stomach still suffered from Sayumi's vice grip. Each of her hands rested on either side of the wrestler's head as she looked down at her, a somewhat strange look in her eye...

Taking but a moment, Cicilia made another grab for her opponent's wrists again, this time trying to pin her down in the sand and score her win. Her movements were slow, more labored, that grip and fall jarring her... She tried to ignore the burning blush that only spread further across her cheeks, the pounding of her heart in her ears as she struggled for that grip... She had to focus on the fight and yet... She couldn't stop thinking about how they looked together.

Sayumi felt her foot strike true, though there was no time to celebrate as it seemed her plan had gone terribly wrong. She 'eeped' softly, closing her eyes to brace for impact as Cicilia landed on her. Still reeling from the earlier punches, the woman falling on top of her only served to press the air from her body again as she gasped in the sand. She slowly opened one eye to peer up at Cicilia. She was struggling to breath, but couldn't afford not to keep watch on what she was going to do next.

Her other eye blinked open as Cicilia didn't try to hit her again... which was a relieve. She could feel the raven haired beauty's fingers fumbling along her forearms before the other woman had her wrists pinned to the sandy beach. She looked confused, almost forgetting entirely that this was a pinning position without a referee to count, something that was sure to change the moment Cicilia would begin to get to five. She tilted her head now, as she observed the furious blush dancing across the other woman's face as they lay pressed together in the sand. Her eyelids lowered slightly as she arched her back, wiggling her form to Cilicia's as she gave a rather poor attempt to struggle, in huffing cutely as if it were all too much for her. Though, she didn't do it to actually break free, no, she did it to lull Cicilia into making poor choices in the moment. She was no stranger towards exploiting attraction in a match, here was no different.

Why was she looking at her like that...? Cicilia stared back as the girl seemed to watch her inquisitively, no doubt drinking in the blush that washed across her face. This, in turn, made the German's face turn even more red and it didn't stop as the wrestler struggled weakly in her grip, only causing their chests to slam against eachother even more... enticingly. She was really starting to regret her decision to pin her, knowing somewhere in her mind that Sayumi was playing her... There was no way she was this weak... Not after that HUG she gave her a moment ago...

Even so, she couldn't help but loosen her grip on Sayumi's arms, making her pin less solid as she looked away, unable to maintain eye-contact. Why was she making this so hard... Cicilia huffed herself, frustrated that she couldn't focus for a damn minute, taking a little more of her mental energies to spread that frustration throughout her mind for a dose of clarity. It would do little good, though, even if Sayumi didn't capitalize on burnette's distracted state, as the girl's constant, and quite frankly adorable struggles kept breaking her focus...

"Stop toying with me..." Cicilia growled, the words giving her power. "Stop it and fight me already!"

Cicilia took one hand from the lavender's arm, raising it up by her own head, fingers curled into a fist and her arm cocked. she'd glare down at her rival, holding her fist over her like a hammer... despite the fact her eyes kept wandering south.

"Just... fight me or give up. No games."

Sayumi's feet slowly started to drag along the sand, trying her best to keep Cicilia distracted. Her knees rose up slowly over time until she had her feet planted firmly, almost ready. "Ugh, you're so strong." she whined in a state of false weakness. She couldn't help but feel slightly flattered as Cicilia seemed to be bending to her, if just even for a little. Under the looser hold now, she squirmed a bit, masking her actual positioning for a counter attack in more pathetic struggles.

She winced at the words when Cicilia's fist came up, an actual hit of worry cracking her playful facade. It wasn't worth the risk to say any more sweet words, not with the looming fist casting a shadow over her face. She tentatively reached up to set her newly freed hand on the raven haired beauty's shoulder, making no sudden moves that could be mistaken for hostility. She attempted to lightly place her hand on the other woman's shoulder, her thumb even giving a small caress if allowed. She drew in a deep breath, glancing to the side as if she was about to say something but was reluctant... If all had gone according to plan, and the boxer hadn't pounded her face into the sand, it was time to finally strike.

Sayumi would kick her feet down into the sand, suddenly bucking her hips and arching her back, following through with one of her legs while simultaneously giving Cicilia's shoulder a rough shove. If all went according to plan, she would not only push the other woman off her to the side, but roll with her to straddle her waist, hands snapping out to reverse their situation completely. While she wasn't anywhere near as strong as Cicilia, she would be able to apply her weight to attempt to pin the girl's arms down with the proper leverage.

Cicilia paused as the girl gently lifted her hand up, placing it on her shoulder her thumb gently stroking her skin in a way that made her shiver slightly... Her touch was so soft... It surprised her how gentle Sayumi could be when she wanted to. Cicilia braced herself in anticipation as the girl took a deep breath, expecting her to throw herself up at her again... But instead she just let the air out, almost like she wanted to say something... profound or something... What...? Was she giving up? Was that it? They haven't been struggling for that long and she was just giving u-

Cicilia gasped as suddenly she was thrown to the side. Sayumi pushed the German's shoulder hard and used her weight to push her right over, flipping on top so that she straddled her now instead of the other way around. She stared up at the lavender beauty, completely shocked that she pulled such a 180 on her like this, leaving her speechless and embarrassed that she let this happen to her. This was what she got for letting herself fall so far for her she guessed...

She wasn't going to let it end there... She couldn't... She wouldn't... Cicilia pushed against Sayumi's grip, most of her strength reduced via her position on the ground, but maybe enough to lift her hands of the ground... She desperately tried to shove Sayumi underneath her the way she had a moment ago, but with how she was here... she just wasn't in any position to do so. She had no hand on her shoulder nor did her looks distract the gorgeous girl on top of her in any noticeable way... She had one chance to win and she BLEW IT! Now, all she could do was struggle meaninglessly against the girl's formidable counter-pin.

Sayuki let out a huff as she pushed, tumbling over to switch places with Cicilia. Unlike the boxer, she a few key things to keep herself from being thrown so easily. She scooted herself up a bit further along the dark haired woman's body to prevent her from being able to throw her with her hips and legs, just as Sayumi had done. Toned thighs spread wide to give her a solid foundation to leverage while more or less adding her weight onto the woman to help secure her. She hand grab hold of Cicilia's wrists, visibly struggling to hold them down even as she leaned in closer to bear down her weight on them. She wasn't certain she'd be able to keep her down if she was able to keep pushing back this hard, so she had to act.

She considered counting a pin, scoring an early fall would put her closer to the ultimate victory, but it wouldn't really help her get that other one. Not if the bruiser decided to take her boxing skills to Sayumi. No, she had to press this opportunity to help secure the second pin down the road by wearing her down. Her straddle atop the woman put her far up along her that unlike Cicilia's pin, they weren't face to face now. She arched her back slightly as she slowly lowered herself down, attempting to bury the struggling woman's face between her breasts to begin to smother her. There were far worse places to be in this world than between Sayumi's soft bosom. She was giving up a good bit of her leverage in holding Cicilia's arms down doing this, a clear but necessary risk for her. It was a gamble, but she was betting on the woman succumbing to her warm embrace and losing some of her fight.

And Yet... despite the Juggernaut's struggles, even one immune to physical trauma couldn't resist the slow, damaging effects of air-deprivation. Cicilia's face flushed fully red as Sayuki pressed her breasts into her face, not only blocking incoming air, but making it even harder for Cicilia to push back against the pin! With her embarrassment and own lewd thoughts filled her mind, the more her heart beat, the quicker she lost her strength... Even though her rival gave up a bit of her own ground to put her in this position, Cicila was just too weak to put up any more of a fight. Taking blows and punches was one thing... But being smothered under the soft, alluring pillows of Sayumi's breasts was another. Even her anger wouldn't help her now... Adrenaline couldn't replace air-supply.

Cicilia's struggles started to lose their luster rather fast until... She could no longer struggle at all. Cicilia gasped and choked, sucking air wherever she could find it, but there was too much boob in the way for her efforts to bear any fruit. As far as the wrestler should be concerned... She won this round.

The German's struggles were now less about escaping the girl's pin and more about escaping her bust. Too... little... air.....

"S-s-stop...." She croaked, her voice more than likely muffled. "Okay!... Okay. You win.... I... can't.... breath..."

If Sayumi removed herself from Cicilia's face, she would see the juggernaut's face as red as it could possibly be, her breath heavy, her own chest heaving up and down as she gulped down breath after breath. It seemed she did surrender after all, huh...? That was a blow to her pride...

It was working, she could feel the woman beneath her weakening now. She couldn't help but smile as she got a bit more cozy at the expense of Cilicia. It felt good to have her on the ropes like this after yesterday. She closed one eye, biting her lip as she held back a laugh, Cicilia's attempts to slip out beneath her to find air was unexpectedly tickling. Then the muffled yelling, too distorted for her to make out. She lifted her her head, looking to Cicilia's hands then craning her neck to look down the length of her legs. She wasn't tapping. Did she know to tap? She make a face, the sort you make when watching a video of someone grind a rail on a skateboard and eat it head first into the solid concrete.

She reasserted her strength on Cicilia's wrists, making sure she was ready if this were some ploy before lifting herself from the blushing beauty's face, peeking down at her within the shaded confines of the space between them, eyes blinking curiously. "You okay?" Had she known it was a declaration of surrender, she might have actually teased the woman, but as it stood she was a bit worried something had gone horribly wrong.