Showdown VI Opening Match: Cami Brumwell vs Natsu Arisawa

Cami had a plan in mind. First she'd boot Natsu right in the chest, taking the teenager down to the mat once again, and from there, she planned on getting her thighs around the girls neck and start choking her out. She'd resist of course, but soon enough, she'd have the feisty teenager put to sleep, claim her first victory, and then learn more about her potential new friend after she woke up backstage. Sure, it would be a shame to end what could be such a spirited contest so early, but it was worth it if it meant getting a good victory!

It seemed Natsu hadn't different plans however, as she vanished in what seemed like a flash as Cami kicked her leg upward towards her, making the blonde woman stumble a little as she tried to correct her footing, starting to turn just in time for Natsu to grab her around her neck and-

"OOOOOF!"

-rammed her knee into Cami's toned stomach, the woman's eyes widening in shock and pain as she was nailed two more times by Natsu's hard knee, spittle flying from her lips with each strike, and when the deed was done, Cami would drop to one knee, the princess trying to regain her breath and bearings!

Natsu sincerely hoped that her competitive message came across crystal clear. The peppy schoolgirl admittedly showed some restraint earlier, what if the whole "Dictator's Daughter" and "Potential International Incident" thing or whatever. But once Cami confirmed that there'd be no declarations of war should she get a black eye, plus that the twin-tailed blonde was indeed feeling froggy tonight with a hankering for a competitive fight...well shoot, that was all Natsu needed to hear. The spirited brawler taking that as a gauntlet throwing challenge and the signal to send those kid gloves flying from here on out. As a matter of fact they may as well through all the gloves they have on outta the ring and into the audience, because it is officially Go-Time.

"...*giggle*...Come on, fun's just getting started Princess!!!" Nattie enthusiastically declared with a brightened smile and swaying hop to her stance, however just than a lightbulb switched on within her noggin for a fitting follow-up maneuver. The street brawler stepping up to Cami before assertively tucking her head betwixt the snug smoothness of Nattie's toned thighs and situating The Crimson Diplomat to be hunched over with her thonged derriere displayed to the audience (although it kinda was already). Except now, Cami's backside would be teasingly spanked by a swatting hand from Nattie in a callback to Cami's earlier rump smack. Afterward clenching down on Cami's waist, and flipping them topsy turvy for an audience popping Canadian Destroyer attempt.

Cami had to admit, Natsu hit a lot harder than she had expected or anticipated. While the woman had gotten a shot on her earlier in the bout, it wasn't anything compared to how hard that knee had struck her, forcing her to take a moment to recover before she could get back to her feet.

Only Natsu stopped her, and shoved her head between her legs, and putting her in an awkward position, as she felt Natsu's slim and smooth bare thighs press and squeeze against her cheeks, before her barely covered backside was given a spank, getting a yelp out of the island princess. Indeed, while not entirely modest and more than willing to show off her body, (she had, after all, signed up for the leagues hentai division as well, something she still hadn't told her sister about) she struggled, her backside shaking as she tried to free her head.

Then...everything went completely topsy turvey for a moment....and Cami came crashing down hard on top of her blonde head, stars and spots exploding in her vision as she became the victim of Natsu's picture perfect front flip piledriver attack!

Natsu tended to get that exact same reaction in regards to how much strength she had the potential to pack behind her strikes. Although typically that reaction was from keeled over street thugs who'd just been gut checked by a demure school-girl whom they mistakenly assumed was incapable of throwing hands herself and kayoing savage brawlers with one deft wallop. The Dictator's Daughter hopefully finding solace in having not shared that particularly embarrassing fate considering the school-girl was rather infamous for coldcocking overconfident adversaries with extended vacations to Dreamland and the federations infirmary right afterward before audience members could even get settled into their seats.

The cherubic school-girl boasting a beaming smile after witnessing hours of practicing that whirling piledriver payoff in dividends and with her rattled adversary upside down as Nattie remained seated with her secured arms still squeezed around Cami's waist. The view of the dignitary's thonged rump inches from her face not all that unpleasant, but was undone with an emphatic shove from Nattie tuck and rolling Cami onto her back. A pin attempt of her own being implemented of the schoolgirl variety as she mounted atop her adversary with balled fists proudly propped against her hips like a superhero. Cami's shoulders pinned beneath Natsu's calves, noggin affixed between her thighs for an up-skirt view, and referee doing her due diligence.

"1!"

After Natsu's incredibly impressive Canadian Destroyer, a move that Cami would have adored seeing if she was at ringside, the Princess of Tanzanellia was groaning, her head throbbing as she was shoved fully onto her back, wincing and opening her eyes to see...a...pair of red bloomers?

As the referee counted the first fall, Cami's throbbing brained realized that, in fact, those were Sakura's bloomers, meaning the girl was literally sitting on her face, something that brought a red blush to the woman's cheeks. In truth, were the circumstances different, Cami might not even mind. She had a share of female lovers back home after all.

Hearing the sound of the referee starting the pin count though, THAT was something she had a problem with, as the referee slapped the mat a second time, letting out a cry of "TWO!", the crowd chanting along with.

Desperate, her arms stuck under the girls calves, Cami kicked one of her long bare legs up as high and far back as she could, trying to surprise Natsu by kicking her in the back or back of her head, trying to knock the girl off of her before the three count!

What better time was there than now to experiment with her offense and showcase what she learned in her time as a trainee down in Tensions performance center? The coaches suggested that she add in some dynamic wrestling maneuvers along with her typical striking game, and Natsu has to say that she's been improving her grappling game bunches more after being promoted from her prolonged and unceremonious tenure as backstage towel lady. She still gets nauseous just reminiscing about that. The schoolgirl pin was another recent addition, although not because of how thematically appropriate it was, but to center all of her petite weight onto her adversaries’ shoulders.

Or so she was told. Unbeknownst to her it was because certain producers were placating a subsection of fans eager to see Natsu humble her foes with a mushed faceful of her crimson bloomers. Natsu smiling exuberantly down at Cami's visage currently veiled behind her navy-blue skirt until a thwack to the noggin and bucking uptick by the Dictator's Daughter usurped the pin count. The schoolgirl shuffling off to the side with a wincing flinch as she arose, massaging the back of her cranium but never losing sight of Cami in spite of the headaches. In fact, Natsu figured turnabout was fair-play as she waited for her foe to be vertical again before attempting her head bonking Flower Kick.

While the blonde woman's head was still spinning and throbbing from that sudden piledriver, the woman letting put an audible groan as she rolled herself over to her front, she was still too fresh and hardy for that to put her down for the three count.

As she shook her head, clearing the spots and fuzzyness in her vision, she began to push herself back up to her feet, gritting her teeth as she saw Natsu, already standing and ready for her, before throwing a leg out for a high angled kick that Cami already knew she could not afford to take...but luckily, she didn't have to.

The crowd, anticipating seeing a big kick, let out shouts of surprise and shock as Cami, just barely, ducked her head underneath the Flower Kick, getting another picture perfect view of the schoolgirls red bloomers as her leg sailed over Cami's head, batting aside her pigtails, but avoiding a devastating strike.

While Natsu's momentum of the kick caused her to rotate a full 360, Cami would be ready, grabbing Natsu's shoulders for leverage before jumping upwards. It would be Natsu's turn to have a red-clad crotch in her face, before Cami threw her body backwards, pulling with her legs and trying to plant Natsu down on the mat with her Cannon Strike Frankensteiner!

If successful in planting Natsu onto the mat, Cami would stay seated directly against the girls face, leaning back and hooking both of her legs under her arms and leaning forward, trying to pin the girl down for a 3 count!

Now that all polite pleasantries and pre-match banter had been exchanged, Natsu felt herself free to finally start running on all cylinders with nothing but pure fight driven instincts guiding her actions. She felt a crackling spark of competitive giddiness in the air now that she and her pig-tailed adversary were all though feeling eachother up. And Natsu in particular may have feeling herself a little too much after successfully nailing that radical looking flipping piledriver. The Spirited Schoolgirl perhaps showcasing some overconfidence in allowing Cami the opportunity to arise once more, taking her readied stance for a trademark kick of hers that tends to have her foes seeing sparkling stars alongside cherry red sakura flowers, but only if it connects. And unfortunately for the rambunctious schoolgirl, Cami's twin flowing pigtails definitely did not count as a connection.

A bewildered Natsu spinning around to face her adversary now clutching her shoulders, and squawking out a surprised yelp as a pair of smooth thighs clenched themselves around her facials. Offering her a flattering viewpoint of the dignitary's crimson muff as her arms spiraled in circles from being unbalanced by Cami's unorthodox seating arrangement. The schoolgirl afterwards being crowned onto the top of her head to a stiffened rigidity of her legs before they were snagged beneath the dignitary's arms. A secured pin attempt that had Natsu embarrassingly trussed up with her skirt flapped down and a proud Tanzanellian derriere using her flustered face as a royal seat cushion. Inert with the three-count imminent until Natsu scarcely managed to pitch forward and roll in the direction Cami was leaning towards. The swirl-eyed schoolgirl now sprawled out in a disoriented daze beneath The Dictator's Daughter.

The Hurricanrana, one of Cami's absolute favorite moves in all of her extensive move-set. It was a perfect example of grace, flexibility, power, and all the training she had put in to be able to leave her home and come out into the wide world, to end up here in Japan, as both her countries ambassador and one of its best warriors.

Hooking Natsu's legs, seated on top of her opponent for a pin, was always something that made her feel strong in training, and now in an actual match, made her feel even stronger.

...plus, if she was being honest, having the face of an attractive young woman between her legs, rubbing against her groin...was a rather pleasant feeling in itself...

All too brief a feeling it was though, as Natsu managed to roll her body, breaking the pin and sending Cami sprawling forward onto her front, slamming the mat with one gloved fist before crawling away from her cute schoolgirl opponent, pushing herself up to her knees and looking over at Natsu, a grin on her face as she got to her feet.

Walking over to Natsu, she reached down, turning the still dazed girl over to her back before speaking. "I must say, I am very glad you are my opponent Miss Natsu, you are tough, have great fire and great ability, you bring honor to your people, and you do me honor by fighting so well, so that I can show the strength of Tanzanellia...but I think its time I finished you off!"

With that being said, she crawled her body over Natsu's own, facing her legs and putting her hands on the girls soft thighs, not pinning her, but keeping her in place as Cami slid her own legs slowly around Natsu's neck, making sure her thighs were nicely in place, unintentionally giving Natsu a great look at Cami's own perfect backside, before starting to squeeze with a headscissor hold!

Typically whenever Natsu was being awoken in a disoriented stupor with a faint trail of drool seeping along the side of her mouth, she'd either been coaxed into taking a mid-day nap during one of Mr. Tachikawa's extended lectures about the fascinating world of sedimentary rock formations...or one of her after school street fighting adversaries ended up cold-cocking her with her friends informing her of the ugly details in question upon awakening. Natsu could ascertain which of these scenarios best applied to her current predicament when she was awakening to a throbbing soarness on the crown of her head and not the torqued twisting of her earlobe that Mr. Tachiwawa was rather infamous for. The Dictator's Daughter had one of the more perfectly executed frankensteiners she'd ever seen, and it had done not just one but several numbers on her if the tweety birds fluttering around her head were any indication of this. Tweety always was one of her favorites, but with Roadrunner always remaining the champion.

"...WaAHaa...S'cool...Honor'z...aLL minE..." Nattie jabbered with a meek waft of her hand and unevenly opened eyelids towards a blonde in a vermillion leotard whom she assumed was Cami, the Tanzaniellan Diplomat making a striking statement for the strength of her home country by how thoroughly rekt her splayed out adversary was. Natsu's rightfully bewildered confusion continuing onward once she started feeling Cami slink over her for a precarious positioning that had her foe's hands securely sink into the schoolgirl's athletically smooth thighs. But the wheels in her noggin didn't really start spinning until the silken torque of thick thighs started having her react with a tad more urgency. Gloved hands griped onto Cami's legs in an effort to unfasten the leg lock to little avail in a scrambled thrash before settling down, huffing out directly against her swelled muff and nothing but thonged plumpness ascertained from her half-lidded eyes as she started becoming more flaccid beneath the skilled ambassador.