Championship Title Match: Kirin vs Akashi

Kirin was fairly wide open for the palm slap, reminded of the lesson from the one time she did fight a sumo girl in her pro leagues that sumos can slap as bad as boxers can punch. Her hand went up to clutch her breast with a yelp, but Akashi rammed her head into her and she cried out louder, falling back into the turnbuckle and grabbing at the top ropes as her back smashed into the hard padding. She winced and drooped a bit, trying to rest and recover for the moment if she could or at least hope for any opening in the big girl

In any other situation, Akashi would dream of having her face buried deep in Kirin's enormous bosom. But unfortunately there was much more at stake than exploring the milf's bountiful valley's. She slid her hands down Kirin's body and clenched Kirin's lower buns/upper thighs and began to strain herself as she tried to heave the big Milf so she was sitting on the second turnbuckle. She grunted hard into Kirin's breasts as she troed to brute the milf upwards, looking to capitalize if she could get Kirin up. If she could, she'd attempt a second rope, belly to belly suplex.

Kirin felt herself lifted up, if not slowly, but unwilling to take it so quietly. She'd brace her feet on the bottom rope, then send a forearm smash to the top of Akashi's head, repeating faster and faster as needed if she was going to stop her power move.

Akashi groaned as Kirin landed a forearm smash to her temple. Her grip lossened and she panted deeply into Kirin's valley's. 'That's what I get for trying a power move...' Se though and let go of Kirin, aiming an elbow towards her breast before trying to back away and collect herself.

"Nn!" Kirin grunted quickly as her bouncy bosom was struck in reply, but glad to at least have some movement space beyond the turnbuckle now and starting to shift away from it. She'd catch her breath a bit before rising to full height again slowly, the chubby veteran sizing her up and expecting her to make the first move. If she took long enough though, she'd try to move in for a clothesline feint, only to duck low and hit the ropes to rebound and hit her from behind with it

Akashi watched as Kirin slid off the turnbuckle. She panted but wasn't going to give away an opportunity. After a few short gasps of breath, she tried the same maneuver, charging at Kirin and attempting to clothesline her, hopefully over the ropes if she could manage.

Kirin let out a loud cry as she was suddenly struck before she got her footing, tumbling a step or two back and going over the top rope clumsily, catching on them a moment before tumbling wildly, grabbing for the ropes or Akashi to drag down with her as she fell but otherwise powerless to stop slamming into the harder mats

Akashi huffed as she bent ver the ropes after sending Kirin over them. In her moment of respite she was caught by the ankle and pulled onto her butt hard, but was able to keep from being pulled out of the ring. She crawled away and stood up, panting, looking to see what Kirin was doing and catching a small breath for herself.

Kirin landed on the mats hard, with a sympathy pain "ohhhh" from the crowd. She held her back, wincing painfully and rolling onto her knees, barely holding up with one arm. She was tough enough that it didn't take her out of the fight, but it would give Akashi a real edge for several moments as she tried to make her body overcome the shock and soreness.

Akashi watched as Kirin slowly got up. She swallowed hard and clenched her fists. "Go big or Go home, Akashi." She said and charged at Kirin and attempted to dive into her from the ring and slam into her.