Championship Title Match: Kirin vs Akashi

Kirin let out a quick, high, pained cry at the hard blow to the ribs, bolstering herself to tighten her lock in frustration and desperation. But Akashi knew her stuff, and the pain shot harder and deeper into her each time. Kirin could barely take a half dozen and let go with a louder, sharper cry, trying to kick out with her legs to shove Akashi back and roll off, wincing holding her side as she rose unsteadily

Akashi was all too grateful to give Kirin space when she let go,backing quite a bit aways away herself. She was bent over, coughing, tryign to inhale as much of the precious oxygen as she could. "Hah... hah... hah... "Damn.... That's a tight grip. Still think I'm seeing starrs.." She said as she looked up to make sure Kirin wasn't charging at her or something.

Kirin was on one knee, breathing slow and heavily trying to regain her pace as she held her aching side, back starting to bother her again. Matching muscles with the younger girl wasn't proving to be much of a success, and they were both winded at the very least. The main difference was she expected that the younger sumo could bounce back from that sort of thing easier than her, so she could affort too much time to waste herself.

Kirin had to smile a bit as Akashi talked and looked up at her, Kirin in a position roughly like an amateur sprinter on one knee, ready to rise as needed. "Maybe it's not stars," she said with a bit weary but still sweet smile. "Maybe you're just close enough to the belt to see that golden gleam."

It wasn't untrue, to be honest, as Kirin rose she had to wince a bit to ignore the various pulses of pain, raising her arms in a high grappling stance before motioning encouragingly for Akashi to get up. If she didn't rise immediately, as Kirin expected she might not, she'd raise her hands a bit more and start to clap encouragingly, working the crowd into joining her in both pepping herself and her opponent up, sweating but smiling as she clearly delighted in living off the thrill of her old championship days.

Akashi grinned at Kirin's words. Suddenly feeling exhilirated and almost rejuvenated. She stood up and thrust out her bosom proudly, clenching her fist and looking over the sexy milf with reneewed determination. "Don't tease me like that." She said with a grin and walked forward when she saw Kirin put her arms up.

Akashi didn't wait for long, she wanted to pit herself against this woman to see who was the stronger of the two. She took a few steps, her heart beating to the rythm the crowd was making. She shook her hands and then carefully lifted her hands up and then put her palms against Kirin's. SHe slid her fingers down and curled them to get a grip against the Milf before looked down to make sure Kirin was ready and waiting for the unspoken signal to begin the test of strength.

It was hard to tell with all the adrenaline and noise, but Kirin felt like her heart was beating in time with the thunder of the crowd's applause and cheers as Akashi and her locked up. She gave a soft squeeze of pressure on Akashi's hands to ensure their grip, then shoved with her arms, legs braced wide to try and maximize her leverage and skill instead of trying to overpower the fellow heavyweight. She knew she had to use her experience above all else here, but she had to at least feed her thrills some.

Akashi widened her stance as well. She wasn't sure if she could ooutpower Kirin. Maybe when she was at full strength but either way, it was probably going to be close. She did feel like Kirin was steppign into her realm, if things got out of hand her sumo nature would take over, that at least she had something to fall back on. She squeezed Kirin's hands in return and glared fiercely at the milf as she clenched her teeth and bent her leegs, pushing hard against Kirin's arms, trying to get her to step backwards.

The two stayed rather stalemated for a while, Kirin securing her position and making sure of herself. After several long seconds, she'd try and shove her body forward suddenly, belly bumping into Akashi enough to hopefully throw her off balance and free a hand. If she could, she'd bring it down between her legs, getting a firm grip in all the wrong places and trying to bend Akashi enough to try and power her way into a scoop slam, at least as much as she could lift the sumo girl.

If it altogether failed, she'd simply match busts and belly with the girl as well as her arms

Akashi felt the strong belly bump of the milf and backpeddaled but did not loose her grip, instead she bent her knees and thrust her breasts forward to meet Kirin's, swinging them upward towards Kirin's exceptional pair. "Always wanted to see if the girls could match up!" She said with a grin. "But is this the right place for it?" Sha asked curiously.

"Never a time like the present," Kirin said huskily, showing signs of fatigue in her sweat and focused expression. A bit of her milk was forming between their busts as well around her pressured nipples, and she moved to try and fully press her body up against Akashi's. "Anything you can do, I can do better. That's how it goes, isn't it?" she smiled all the same, matching her thick body rough and firm against Akashi's. Both seemed dedicated to press into eachother until one cracked, and at the force it took to keep either big girl from simply overwhelming the other, it couldn't be much longer now.

Akashi was panting hard as the two women smashed their breasts together she let out a large grunt and rolled her shoulders back. "I ain't letting the girls loose!" She groaned. She could see the milk coming from Kirin's breasts and suddenly blushed. This was a title match, she wasn't supposed to be getting THOSE feelings!Trying to steal her resolve, Akashi would try and loosen the grip on her hands and pull Kirin into a bear hug.