Malina vs Lewa Kurosaka

Malina wasted no time after her knee connected, wanting to have a quick win on her hands. After hitting Lewa, Malin would grab her head and pull the girl towards her. She would try to shove Lewa's head between her own thighs while she still clutched her belly. If she succeeded, Malina would then lean down to hug Lewa's body, preparing her next move.

Lewa was already partly doubled over, so she fell into the setup fairly easily. "Dirty," she grumbled under her breath as she got her wind back. Her head wriggled between Malina's thighs, taking small nips at her before wrapping her arms around her thighs, hoping to use it for balance. Hopefully it would help her to try and wrap her tight little legs around Malina's head if she was lifted up.

Malina merely gave a low 'hmph' when she heard Lewa's complaint. "The rules allow it." She wouldn't talk with her opponent any further, having to steady her breath rate in order to lift her properly. Originally, Malina intended to lift Lewa onto her shoulders, as a preparation for a powerbomb; however, Lewa held tight to her thighs, not allowing the maneuver, so she settled with lifting Lewa to an upside-down position, planning to execute a piledriver if all went according to plan.

Lewa grunted as she was set apart from her plan, trying to let go and lash her legs around Malina's neck and whip her to the mat, or even box her ears with her feet if she needed to.

Moments away from completing her technique, Malina felt her enck being constricted by Lewa's legs. It dawned on her that she had been too eager. It was too early in the match for a power move, as Lewa was still full of energy, and because of that the tables turned on her. Her grip on Lewa's belly went completely loose as she was flipped head-first onto the mat. She let out a painful grunt, dazed, with Lewa now on top of her.

Lewa shifted a bit to straddle Malina's waist, locking into place with a squeeze of her thighs and throwing punches fast and furious at Malina's chest with one hand, face with the other. "My ring! Mine!" she snapped insistantly

Malina didn't even have time to recover from the blow on her head when Lewa started her fierce barrage of punches. She was barely able to put up a bad defense to her fists, not being able to properly defend head and chest at the same time, and so quite a number of punches went past before she thought of a counter. Malina would bring her own legs up, trying to snag Lewa's head from behind and throw the girl off her.

Lewa barely managed to squirm and thrash her arms a bit as she's snagged, chucked off her foe and trying to scramble to all fours and regroup to try and spear her before she can get up, but she'll be disoriented from the throw.

Malina tried to get up quickly as well, but Lewa was more agile than her, and she saw a spear coming to her side as soon as she got up. Not having enough time to dodge, she lowered her body and got hit in the arm. It protected her more vulnerable parts, but the impact still sent her back to the mat. She got on all fours, clutching the speared arm.

Lewa was a predator at heart, so she wasn't one to pass up such a moment of weakness. "Got you!" she chimed rather cheerily, childish excitement in her voice as she lunged at Malina. She'd try to kick her grabbing arm away so she could grab the weakened limb, applying her legs to her prey's chest as she pulled it in an arm bar.