Miyake vs Sasha: Small match. Big debut

Sasha will admit that she felt a little bad when she heard Miyake scream as she yanked back on her chin. She could feel the girls spins popping underneath her as she yanked her back into what had to be an agonizing angle. But that didn’t stop Sasha from continuing to do so. Even if her opponent rode it out and refused to submit the she would be in a great deal of pain when Sasha eventually released her.

Which might be sooner than she thought to be honest. As the Hawaiian could feel Miyake’s fingers prying at her own, trying to unlatch them from her chin in some form or another. Sasha didn’t know what her plan was but she made sure that Miyake’s efforts weren’t easy as she would hold on for as long as she could while yanking back multiple times to try and distract her with the pain of her clutch.

But her opponent was determined and Sasha eventually began to lose her grip to the struggling. One by one her fingers were pried off until finally Miyake’s head was loose, though her arms were still trapped on Sasha’s thighs. But Sasha learned too late that wasn’t part of her plan, as suddenly her opponents head snapped back and slammed into one of her breasts. “Yeoww!” she cried out. More shocked by the action than in pain, though that also came with her being distracted and vulnerable to what Miyake planned next.

Miyake finally got Sasha to forfeit her grip and let go of the purple haired girl, allowed her to flop down onto the mat front-first. The fact that she had managed to escape one of wrestling most notoriously difficult holds was a wonder in and of itself. A few more seconds of that and Miyake most certainly would have had to tap, or worse yet, suffer a pretty nasty injury right at the start of her career, assuming Sasha didn't let her go that was.

Miyake didn't have too much time to congratulate herself however, as she only had a few short seconds before Sasha would most likely come to her senses. She quickly rolled onto her back, still positioned underneath her towering opponent.

She had noticed Sasha's reaction after having hit her breast. Another well placed strike there could certainly expand upon Miyake's advantage. She quickly pulled her right leg back until knee was above her body and her leg parallel to her torso. With lightning speed she extended her leg out and aimed her foot directly upwards towards Sasha, hoping to kick her in the same breast as before!

If that worked, Miyake would scramble to her feet at quickly as she could, ready to capitalize on her now stunned foe.

Sasha was expecting her opponent to give up any second now, it was only a matter of time really. Not many could withstand being bent in such an uncomfortable state for very long before finally giving in. Though Sasha wasn’t out to hurt her opponent so she didn’t go as far as she could have. She wasn’t looking to end someone’s career before it even had a chance to begin.

Though it was this compassion that would give her opponent a much needed opening as she managed to pry her Sasha’s fingers from her chin before slamming her head back into the Hawaiians breast. A strike that caused a startled gasp to leave her lips as she let Miyake go and stood up slightly on her knees. It didn’t hurt all that much but it had certainly surprised her as she instinctively checked her chest with her hands.

However the backwards headbutt would compare nothing to what came next. For while Sasha was distracted, her violet haired opponent crawled out from underneath her. When Sasha looked back towards her, she saw Miyake’s feet primed and ready as they shot out towards her. Slamming into her chest once more with greater force. “Owww!” she gasped as she lost her balance and fell backwards onto the canvas. Holding her chest tenderly.

The tides were finally turning, and Miyake was all for it. The kick connected with even more success than she anticipated, sending the much larger wrestler stumbling back and falling onto the canvas. She wore a pained expression on her face while clutching her chest, further signaling that Miyake seemed to be doing at least some damage.

She sprang up to her feet and made a mad dash to the ropes opposite her opponent. She was determined to execute what she had planned next before Sasha had time to recover from her battered chest. Spring off the ropes, Miyake would come rebounding back in Sasha's direction with impressive speed before leaping into the air feet first. Mid-air, Miyake primed her elbow off to the side, aiming to execute a running elbow drop aimed directly for Sasha's torso upon impact.

If the move connected, Miyake would then transition herself so that she was sitting upright next to Sasha's downed form. Assuming she was still to stunned to adequately defend herself, Miyake would then place one arm around Sasha's head before following through with her other arm on the opposite side. She would then clamp both her arms together around Sasha's head, squeezing with as much force as she could muster in an Anaconda vice-grip!

Sasha fell to her back stunned. The kick thankfully didn’t do all that much damage, but it did knock the wind out of the blondes sails. Wind that she needed to get back before she could get back up. Something that gave her opponent enough time to capitalize on Sasha’s state by running to the ropes and rebounding off of them. By the time Sasha realized what was happening, Miyake was already in the air.

”PUAGGHH!” she cried, this time the attack actually doing some damage as more air was shoved out of her. Sasha would try to soothe her chest once more, but before she could she felt her arm get grabbed and her head wrapped by Miyake’s own. Next thing she knew, the Hawaiian was trapped in an anaconda vice that felt as if her head was being crushed like a grape.

“Ghrnn!!” She grit her teeth as she endured the pain. Looks like Miyake was getting her payback for the Hawaiians camel clutch. But Sasha still had one arm free and she would use it to try to escape. She would first try to find Miyake’s face so she could push against it, hopefully forcing the violet haired woman to let go. But if that didn’t work, then the Hawaiian would instead pull her arm back before launching it forward in an punch to the girl’s head!

The lingering sensations of her searing back at the hands of Sasha's camel clutch were still fresh in Miyake's mind; transgressions she wasn't planning on forgetting anytime soon. In fact, what better way to reciprocate her gratitude than giving Sasha a little a treatment of her own? And that was exactly what the anaconda vice was meant to do, apply enough pressure and contortion to the Hawaiian's upper neck that the wrestler would think twice before trying to something like that again on Miyake.

"Not.. so fun... now.. is it... big girl?" Miyake muttered the taunt through exasperated breath, using all her energy to clamp down on Sasha's resisting body as much as possible. Her opponent was mounting quite the resistance however, pushing against Miyake's face with her gargantuan hand in an effort to make her let go. Miyake wouldn't budge though, stick locking in the hold despite having her head pushed back now several inches.

Sasha decided to switch tactics however, instead opting for a clean punch aimed directly at the Violet's head. Too focused on securing the hold, Miyake completely missed the incoming blow, allowing for Sasha's fist to collide with Miyake's face sending her stumbling back and breaking the hold. She let out a low grumble, more so annoyed than significantly injured. She shook her head a few times before elevating herself to a standing position, determined to continued the offensive while she still could.

Miyake would once again make her way to the ropes opposite Sasha, this time positioning herself against the turnbuckle. Assuming she was still too stunned to get up, Miyake would then make another sprint for Sasha, hoping to reach her just as she was trying to get up and then try to deliver a massive punt kick aimed right at her face! However, if Sasha was up by the time Miyake was at the turnbuckle, Miyake would still perform the sprint before leaping into the air and attempting to deliver a running drop kick aimed at Sasha's stomach!

The anaconda vice that Sasha found herself trapped in was painful. But the Hawaiian was made of sterner stuff, giving up so early and like this would’ve just been embarrassing. So Sasha quickly tried to escape with the use of her free arm, but pressing her hand against Miyake’s face wasn’t helping aside from making the violet haired girl annoyed. So Sasha decided for a much more simple approach.

She punched her. Hard.

Hard enough that her opponent immediately released her grip on the Hawaiian rather than risk getting another knuckle sandwich from the blonde powerlifter. Sasha held her arm against her chest as she tried to quell the pain. It wasn’t too bad now that the hold was released but it still lingered in her muscles. She could deal with it though and was instead focusing on getting back to her feet and finding her opponent.

Which she did when she turned right into a dropkick courtesy of Miyake. Straight into her chest once again, if Sasha wasn’t dealing with the pain she would be very annoyed right now. Well she technically was but she couldn’t express it thanks to her pain scrunched face. Stumbling back, the Hawaiian fell against the ropes. Her arms hooking overtop to keep herself upright while she glared annoyingly at her opponent.

” Stop, kicking me there!” she panted.

Sasha's pained expression painted a clear picture of Miyake's impressive comeback thus far in the match. After taking a bit of a thrashing herself, she seemed able to dish it it out in equal parts onto her giant foe. She let out a slight smirk accompanied with a sarcastic shrug as she heard Sasha's complaint about her choice of attacks.

Miyake couldn't really help it per-se. She struck wherever there was an opening and wherever there was a weakness, and for Sasha, that spot just so happened to be in a rather delicate spot. Again. And again.

Sasha already looked exhausted, panting heavily from the moves the violet-haired rookie had been pulling of so far. Miyake tilted her head a little bit as she made her way to the ropes, observing her winded foe. She couldn't help but think Sasha looked kind of cute all tied up like that, an annoyed expression adoring her face and glistening sweat covering her body. An idea popped into Miyake's head not too long after.

Miyake slowly transitioned into a slight jog as she continued to approach her opponent before changing into an all out sprint for the last few seconds. Miyake would make it look like she was going in for a punch aimed yet again at Sasha's chest before bringing her forearm up at the last second and smashing it against Sasha's neck. If Sasha had fallen for the bluff, Miyake would keep her arm pressed against Sasha's neck while sandwiching the women between herself and the ropes, all while steadily applying pressure in a forearm throat choke.

"You're right, the kicks were getting a little old. How about a little something else instead?"

If the choke prevented Sasha from mounting a sizeable resistance, the violet-haired girl would then use her free hand to slowly creep along Sasha chest, before firmly grasping one of the girl's breast above her sports bra and massaging the giant's impressive bust. She hadn't forgotten what the rules of the match entailed, and if Miyake could manage to keep Sash for long enough, then it would be the perfect time to finally indulge herself.

Sasha panted as she glared at her opponent from her position at the ropes. She was beginning to get very annoyed with the way Miyake seemed to target her voluptuous chest. Yes, she understood that they were large targets but the amount of times the violet haired girl attacked them was getting ridiculous!

The Hawaiian wasn’t fully exhausted, but those attacks did take their toll and leave her breathless. Thankfully her opponent seemed more interested in admiring her handiwork than continuing on with the fight. Which gave Sasha some time to start getting some of her energy back that she was beginning to straighten back up.

But then she heard the telltale sounds of stomping feet, and when she looked up she saw Miyake slowly jogging towards her. Then that jog turned into a sprint as she suddenly charged towards Sasha. The Hawaiian saw the girls fist cock back and realized what she was about to do.

Thinking quickly, Sasha unhooked her arms as fast as she could and would try to catch her opponents fist before it could make impact. But it was only at the last second did Sasha realize she’d been tricked. For at the last second, Miyake had switched her punch aimed for her stomach into a forearm aimed for her throat.

“Uggghhnnn!!” she cried as she was pressed further against the ropes! Her body sandwiched between them and Miyake’s smaller frame, her arm pressing against the Hawaiians throat. Sasha moved her arms to shove Miyake off, but froze in her tracks when she felt her sizable bust suddenly groped. A blush formed on her cheeks as she sputtered.

“Wha-What are you doing!”

It seems the bait and switch move worked out exactly as Miyake had planned. Sasha reacted as quickly as she could, and if Miyake had indeed been aiming for a punch to the stomach, there was a good chance Sasha would've been able to block or counter it. But she wasn't. Instead she found her arm pressed tightly against Sasha's throat, both surprising and stunning the the large woman.

With Sasha now firmly where she wanted her, Miyake was now free to do as she pleased. She grabbed a handful of Sasha's breast, massaging the tender bust while periodically squeezing the breast overtop her shirt in-between her fingers. She glanced up to notice her taken aback although still blushing, indicating that the move was as enticing as it was unexpected.

Miyake ignored Sasha's demands for an explanation, instead to deciding to press the advantage while she still could. She pressed even harder with her forearm against Sasha's throat, trying to dissuade the giantess from attempting to mount a counter or defense. If the girl still remained secure, Miyake would then use her free hand to sneak beneath Sasha's shirt and finally grasp the prize underneath.

Miyake would increase the pace of her groping, squeezing the orbs in a manner that was as tormenting as it was stimulating. She even began tracing her fingers over Sasha's nipple, moving in slow circular motions around it before giving them the same squeezing treatment as the rest of Sasha's breast.

"You seem to be enjoying it big girl... unless you'd rather me go back to the kicks." Miyake taunted. She slightly reeled back her right knee, hoping to add a little bark to her bite as she balanced on one leg. While the gesture was more so meant as an intimidation tactic, Miyake was fully prepared to deliver on an upper knee to the crotch if Sasha put up to much of a fight.