Championship Title Match: Kirin vs Akashi

Kirin managed to drag her bulk to one knee, turning just in time to raise her arms in shocked defense. It was a clumsy catch, soaking up some damage but nontheless toppling backwards and crushed under the similarly heavy sumo, a loud "HUFF!" coming as she slammed onto her back, wide-eyed and floored by the shocking smash as the crowd roared widlly

Akashi wasn't exactly fine from slamming into the large milf. She let out a grunt and was dazed as she fell ontop of Kirin. But she knew she couldn't stay there. She tried to pick herself up, panting heavily and sweating , and looked down at Kirin. She would then try and lift Kirin up androll her back into the ring.

Kirin would resist, but barely, quite dazed and weary from the crash. She'd barely start to sit up when Akashi rolled her round form into the ring, groaning and holding her breast and coughing, trying to roll to all fours and try to restabilize herself and her position

Akashi climed intot he ring and crawld about halfway to Kirin before standing up slowly and panting. She wasn't sure how worn out Kirin was, but she knew she had to keep at it until there was no doubt that the woman wasn't going to break out of a pin. She couldn't waste her energy on useless tie ups. Instead, she dashed at Kirin and aimed a kick towards the milf's stomach to try and get her back down tot he ground while she was standing up.

Kirin wasn't quite ready to stand as Akashi rushed her, but she could see the attack coming as she started to sprint. She rolled in the direction of her kick, rolling just out of its reach enough to feel its breeze whiz over her soft skin. She'd land on her hip, swinging her one meaty leg into Akashi's thigh to try and trip her down to her level. If she went down, she'd try to crawl to her quickly and grab her in a kneeling chokehold

Akashi was surprised when the kick missed and she was easily taken to the ground, more by the momentumm than anything else. She landed on her ass and groaned, pulling her hand back to massage her ass for a moment before being grabbed int he chokehold. Her eyes widened and she flailed about, trying not to waste too much energy.

Kirin stabilized her stance, putting her weight on her knee and pulling back harder, panting softly by Akashi's ear but keeping the pressure on. She had to wear her down and rest a bit if she was going to retake control of the fight.

"I can't let you have that belt, Akashi-chan," she said breathily. "I'm holding it for someone until she's ready..."

Akashi furrowed her brow as she tried to pull out of the chokehold, her stamina being depleted. "I.. I can hold it for her just fine, you know..." She growled and tried to push Kirin off balance, widening her legs and bensding her knees all while aiming a sumo slap at Kirin's belly.

"Hmphh!" Kirin's fat tummy jiggled from the strong slap, double over a bit and losing much of her leverage on the hold. She'd try to pull back again, though wincing from the pain in her belly, knowing from several old pro friends that even the biggest girls still have to breathe. She'd try to land backward, pulling Akashi down with her so that she could wrap her meaty legs around Akashi's belly, squeezing the similarly soft middle hard from behind as her sweaty face tensed in concentration on the hold

"Damn.." Akashi groaned. She was frustrated that she couldn't make Kirin break the hold. Worse yet, All Kirin had to do was use gravity to get them on the ground. The choke was really taking her breath away but she felt Kirin's beefy legs stir and knew that if she got them locked, she'd be done fore. Clenching her fist, she aimed the bottom of her paml into Kirin's ribs. Short punches but she was using the hardest part of her hand. If Kirin was going to win the fight this way, she'd have to do it with bruised or cracked ribs. Akashi wouldn't stop until she was free or unconscious.