Noriko Yamamoto vs Olympia Starr - Moving Mountains

As Noriko shoved up at Olympia she was surprised to find the girl pushed back so far with no resistance. That seemed to be by design however as the blond used it to simply hop back to her feet. She was skeptical at first that it was this easy, but it seemed she was against a woman with a good sense of sportsmanship, or someone who was looking to try to play around with her. She would take the opportunity to stand regardless, thankful for the moment of recover gifted to her.

She gave the blond a curious look at her choice of words when coupled with that tone. Did she mean what she thought she did? She fidgeted slightly, fixing her shirt as she eyed Olympia. A faint bit of color graced her cheeks as she coughed softly. “Uh yeah.” Was she just trying to get into her head? She wasn't sure, but that had to be it, right? They were in a match after all.

Noriko shook her head slowly, dismissing the thought. She had to focus. She had already let herself get floored once, she owed the girl opposite her a chance to kiss the canvas next. The soft reset to their match gave her time to start things off how she wanted, lowering her frame down in a tight familiar squat. Her fingers brushed the ring, slowly tracing themselves along the mat as she watched Olympia like a hawk.

“You want to get close, huh?” Noriko mused softly. “Okay.” There was a slight disconnect between the meaning it had for the two of them. She shot up from her crouch like a bullet, ramming her weight forward to try and smash herself into Olympia. The full body contact lead this time by her, seemed to have little purpose beyond overwhelming the blond as Noriko made her move.

Her hands reached out, fingers gliding up the girls thighs to try and hook the underside of the girl’s gym shorts and grab hold. If she managed to clench her fingers around the cloth, she would pull up, hiking the girls shorts up hard. while her grip was meant to be a lifting point, the sudden vicious yank may have had the unintended effect of giving the blond one hell of a wedgie depending on how tight her clothing clung.

Her aim was to take the blond off her feet, denying her the chance to mount any sort of reasonable defense against the blitzkrieg of Noriko’s offensive rush. If she had pulled Olympia off the ground, she would pivot on her heel, spinning to gain a bit of additional momentum before planting the girl into the ground with meteoric force. She would remain upright if all went well, willing to show the blond the same courtesy by backing off afterwards.

It seemed Olympia's comment got to Noriko a little bit, judging by the blush on her cheeks when she got up. Either that or she was embarrassed from the tight body contact they were feeling before. Either way Olympia was getting into her opponent's head a little, something she could use to her advantage.

The blonde bombshell bent over as well, getting low just like Noriko. Her stance was not sumo though, looking more like a goalie waiting to receive a shot. She had braced herself properly for Noriko's charge.

"Ungh!" Olympia grunted as she took the full brunt of her opponent's overwhelming strength and matched it with her own. She had stopped Noriko dead in her tracks before and felt confident she could do it again. The blonde grabbed onto Noriko's shirt, planning to transition into a hip toss to bring her opponent down again.

Then the unexpected happened. She felt Noriko grab onto her tight red bloomers and yank upwards. The material gave no resistance at all, sliding right in between Olympia's buttcheeks in a tight and painful wedgie, even digging into her crotch!

"Yow!" Olympia squealed as Noriko lifted her clean up by her shorts. That attack had completely caught her off guard. Olympia sailed through the air and got slammed down hard, getting all the air knocked out of her.

"Ow ow..." Olympia moaned, rolling onto her side and curling up slightly. Her hands gingerly pulled on her shorts, trying to unwedge them from in between her crotch. It was quite painful and slow going as they had gotten in tight. She was glad though that Noriko did not seem to be attacking, giving her the time she needed to pull her shorts out of her ass.

As Noriko gave the girls red bloomers a tight yank, there was a slight moment of dread when she thought she may have torn the garment off completely. She had pulled, hard, and the small coverings had slipped into every curve they could before biting in and allowing the sumo to hoist her target. It was a happy accident, allowing her to take full advantage of her plan and scoop the blond up before depositing her on the canvas with a massive slam.

Looking at Olympia from above she grimaced a bit, clearly surprised at what she had done. Those bloomers had been made of some pretty stretchy material it seemed. “Sorry!" She brought a hand to her mouth, sputtering slightly as she tried to contain a laugh. It looked rather ridiculous watching the blond try to pry the cloth from where it had lodged itself with her reaction to it all. She had to take a moment to try and compose herself.

The light uncomfortable moment where she thought Olympia may have been insinuating something to her melted away out of her mind at the sight before her. She subconsciously adjusted her own shorts a bit to keep them from riding high. “We’re even now.” She declared still biting back laughter.

Noriko swayed on her feet, lowering herself back down into her squatted position. Now that they had a nice trade off throws, it was time to get serious. They couldn't just keep trading downs all night, there would have to be some follow-up. “Hope I didn't stretch those out too much. I can buy you a near pair after I win~” She mused teasingly, getting her own licks in where she could. It was unfortunate for the blond, as Noriko would likely continue to use the girls shorts as grappling points, it was her style after all.

She supposed this was a good thing, she knew an effective way to fight the girl. It didn't feel quite and good knowing it was a exploited weakness due to her clothing though, especially after the girl.had changed just to fight her like this. They were competitors though, she doubted the girl across from her would hesitate to do the same to her if given the opportunity. She couldn't help the faint smirk she wore, Noriko had a terrible poker face.

After Olympia pulled her bloomers out from her butt, she stood back up, dusting herself off a little. She was still sore down there from how deeply the material bit into her. And she wasn't grinning anymore. She adjusted her bloomers, making sure they didn't rub anywhere that felt raw, then fixated her attention on Noriko.

"So that's the way you want to play," she said, her green eyes flashing with malice. Olympia had been planning on fighting fair, but after what she saw as a very cheap move, she wasn't planning on playing nice any more. To her, Noriko just opened the door to whatever attacks were available, cheap shots or otherwise.

"If I grapple she'll probably grab my shorts again," Olympia thought. She did not relish that thought. "OK, time to switch tactics."

"Alright Noriko," Olympia said, "You want to fight like that? I'll show you what that means!"

The blonde bombshell wasted no time, stepping in quickly to close the distance. This time she wasn't bothering with grapples. Against Noriko, while Olympia still felt like she could win with her judo, she didn't want to go with a grappling battle of attrition anymore. Olympia had a whole nother set of skills she could use in this fight!

"Hiyah!" Olympia yelled, throwing her forward momentum into a front kick aimed right in between Noriko's breasts, hoping that the fast kick would catch the sumo babe off guard and knock her off balance!

Noriko’s laughter died down once she saw how Olympia was reacting all of a sudden, as if she had just committed a great atrocity. She had been rather genuine when she apologized, after all, she hadn't meant to drag the girls clothes up into her nethers like that. Perhaps Tau ting her afterwards had been a mistake, had it muddied the waters? The good natured competition had seemingly become more hostile, she could hear it in the blond’s tone.

“Fight like what?” She canted her head slightly, really trying not to lose focus as the two spoke. Was she being accused of something here?  The sumo was completely in the dark of how her attack could be misconstrued as anything but a throw. Maybe she just meant to return the favor and try to ya k up her own shorts? She couldn't help but feel something had been lost in translation here.

“I don't underst-” she was promptly cut off by Olympia coming in fast, too fast. The sudden kick catching her off guard leaving her too few options. She loosened up, leaning away as the girls sneaker dug painfully into her chest, blowing her upper body backwards. "Guh!" Her feet shifted to compensation, repositioning as she reeled from the blow somehow managing to stay upright. This was why the earlier takedown had been such a shock. Noriko was a juggernaut when it came to standing her ground, priding herself on being immovable.

She could feel the throb in her chest as she recoiled back from the blow, dropping back down low to slam her fists into the canvas before letting out a battle cry. "Ore no deban da ze!" She came roaring out of her crouch with an arm reared back. With a violent sweep she brought her arm around, palm flat as it soared through the air to attempt to catch Olympia under her chin with a strike capable of rocking her world. Her palm strike might as well have been a stiff uppercut from a professional boxer with all the force it packed behind it.

"Oh dear she's pissed now," Safia thought as she watched Olympia's match from the sidelines. Her friend could get quite catty if provoked, and judging by her reaction to getting wedgied Olympia was quite angry. She might have been fighting for fun before, but now she was getting really serious. Safia hoped that Olympia wouldn't go too far in this match.

The kick struck Noriko square in the center of her mass, knocking her backwards. Olympia was surprised that she didn't get knocked over, but considering how her opponent was a sumo it was expected. Olympia thought most of a sumo's stability lay in their weight, but Noriko was proving her wrong at every turn in this match. At least it seemed to take some of the wind out of her.

But Noriko recovered quickly, charging back at Olympia after only a moment. The blonde saw the powerful slap coming, raising her arms and tucking her chin to absorb it. CRACK! Noriko's palm struck Olympia's bare forearms, creating an angry red streak. The blonde had to take a step back from the force of the blow as she winced in pain.

"You're getting serious too," Olympia said, "Good!"

Olympia didn't hesitate at all to step back in and exchange strikes. She moved forward just as quickly as before, throwing a quick jab at Noriko to fake her out, before ducking down low to drive her shoulder into Noriko's stomach, wrapping her arms around Noriko's waist. The blonde bombshell would use all her strength to try and lift Noriko so she wouldn't have any footing, and then drive her backwards into the corner turnbuckles!

The raw slap of Noriko’s mighty palm strike against Olympia’s forearm cut though the crowd garnering a collective gasp as well as a sea of cringes normally reserved for more intricate, damning moves. The sumo’s hand slide along the girls arm, transferring not only her strength but her weight into the follow through, enough to toss the blond back a bit. It was a good marker for what to expect from her strikes, she didn't make use of many, but when she did they counted.

“I always was.” Noriko fired back with a soft snicker. There was nothing wrong with friendly competition. While the two of them had a cute little exchange at the beginning, she hadn't been going easy, she had just been respecting the pace they set. Her eyes narrowed as she caught Olympia coming in again. Another kick? No. There! She swayed to the side, twisting slightly as the jab fly past, blowing back her hanging bangs of dark hair. She was riding up again, cocking back another shotgun blast like palm thrust.

“Oof!” Noriko's feet slid along the canvas as Olympia drove straight into her. Before the sumo could find her footing, she found it removed from the occasion as she was hoisted up in the carrying charge. She could feel the blonds arms around her squeezed tight providing to easy release.

She wasn’t sure what to do in this situation aside from hold on. She kicked her legs a bit, trying to make keeping her off the ground a more taxing task, but the built momentum seemed to be more of a driving force to keep her lifted. Her palms pressed flat to Olympia’s back, trying to prepare to grab hold once she finally touched down again. The ring ropes shook as she hit the turnbuckle, her plan of a quick grab on the blond already failed as she snapped backwards flat against the corner.

She wheezed loudly as the sudden stop had allowed the blond to bowl into her a second time. She hadn't seen where they were going or when they would get their. Her normal measures to empty her lungs when taking a blow were foiled, leaving her forcefully winded for a change. Her hands slid up the back of the blond’s should, fingers clamping on the top of the girls should to try a different hold her down in her current position. She was trying to stall Olympia from rising and taking full advantage of the situation while she recovered.

Olympia barreled forward relentlessly the second she had a good grip on Noriko. She knew her opponent was stupidly strong, and with her sumo training if her feet were on the ground she wasn't going to move. So Olympia had to make sure her opponent stayed in the air for as long as possible. Luckily Noriko was not too heavy, so Olympia could keep her lifted up for short periods of time. Long enough to slam her into the corner turnbuckle at the very least.

Olympia could feel her opponent pushing down on her back, keeping her from straightening up. It was a smart move, as it prevented the blonde from crowding her in the corner and working her over with strikes and elbows (her original plan). But it did nothing to stop Olympia from maintaining a tight grip of her opponent's waist and keeping her in the corner.

"I've probably taken a lot of air out of her," Olympia thought, "Let's remove the rest!"

With that thought, Olympia instead lifted her opponent up again, this time out of the turnbuckle! She would squeeze hard, first holding Noriko up in a tight bear hug to squeeze the life out of her, while showing off to the crowd her immense strength and athleticism. However Olympia couldn't hold Noriko up for long and she knew that. After only a moment, she would spin around, bringing Noriko out of the corner, and fall forwards, aiming to slam the sumo girl down hard onto the mat with Olympia on top!

Training hadn't done a good job getting her ready for someone like Olympia. A competent woman who not only knew her way around the ring, but was so versatile on top of that all. Her aggression was a stark difference between the back and forth spar sessions with other newer talent. This woman was on a whole different level. It was clear if Noriko was going to have a chance, she needed to dictate the match better, because if she allowed Olympia to lead, she would always be a step or two behind.

There wasn't much she could do just yet, pinned to the corner and trying to catch her breath. She could feel the blond attempting to straighten up, likely to continue her assault. It had been a good choice to hold her down, but she could pat herself on the back later, she wasn't in a good position to relax.

She let out a small gasp of surprise as Olympia jerked back, pulling her up into a tight hug. Her grip was impressive, she could appreciate that even though the pain. As the smaller blond squeezed she wheezed, pressing her hands on the woman's shoulders, shoving at her in vain as her legs kicked, toes barely off the mat. She knew this hold. She used this hold. She hadn’t ever been put in it though.

The obvious solution was to hit the blond holding her captive. Over and over. She wasn't sure how effective she could throw one of her trademark strikes like this. Limited room, no footing, no momentum, no air. She needed to buy time, buy room… her back arched a bit further as she shuddered as the crushing embrace. “Uuugh.” Her hands slipped from Olympia’s shoulder, gliding around behind her head. Times were desperate. She had to do something.

Her arms reached out, cradling Olympia's head close as she tried to draw this woman in, guiding her face to her ample bosom. She held on for dear life, trying to bury the woman's head in her chest as her own counter hold. While she didn't have the strength to throw blows, clinching the girl’s head was another story.

Her hope was to wear the other woman down by denying her air as well. Noriko could endure the squeeze, especially if she knew freedom was close. She hadn't intended for Olympia to act so soon however. If the blond hadn't been at all pacified by her smother attempt, the dark haired beauty had no real say in being flung around and slammed to the mat. She would however, keep hold of the woman's face, refusing to surrender her only advantage to prevent herself from being overcome.

Noriko's response to the bearhug was something Olympia expected, in fact it was something the blonde rather looked forward to. Despite the casual clothing Noriko wore Olympia could tell that underneath she sported quite a sexy body. If this had been a catfight Olympia would have made moves on it already, but it wasn't so she kept things clean. The opportunity to bury her face in between those luscious breasts was something Olympia took with relish.

After slamming her down hard though, Olympia realised that Noriko's grip hadn't loosened up one bit. Now the smother was starting to worry her, as she could not squeeze the same way while they were both on the ground. Though she enjoyed the feeling of Noriko's pillow breasts surrounding her face, Olympia was starting to feel lightheaded from lack of air. This wasn't going to be a battle she could win.

"A good tactic," Olympia thought. She would remember this for future matches.

She still needed to break free and get some air though. Olympia, instead of trying to push upwards to break through Noriko's arms, pushed forwards, trying to pop her head above Noriko's breasts. All she needed was to get her nose free so she could suck in a quick breath. The two girls' bodies ground up against each other as Olympia tried to shift upwards, with the blonde making sure that every inch of her body remained on Noriko's so she felt just how close they were!