Championship Title Match: Kirin vs Akashi

Kirin felt herself pulled into the hug, surprised but not willing to enter it empty handed. She'd grunt loudly as her soft middle was squashed between Akashi's powerful arms, wincing in apparent pain but having gotten her arms high enough to escape the clinch. She'd reach up a hand to push somewhat weakly at Akashi's face, not doing much but distracting her and distancing their faces. Which, as it happened, also let her forearm slam into her forehead with that much more force, even if it took her several seconds just to assemble that one near-breathless blow

Akashi hugged tightly as she cushed the pair of massive tits topgether, though the act was quite sexy to behold, There was no lust in Akashi's actions. To her, in this moment, Kirin's assets were just another place for her to target and destroy. And these were definitely big targets! She grunted as Kirin pushed at her head, a tactic she had been used to in the dohyou for tryign to pry a grip off someone. She pulled her feet back but was so focused ont he bearhug that the palm strike blasted her int he head and she immediately lossened her grip, trying to stumble backwards away from Kirin.

Kirin let out a loud, quick gasp when she felt the grip loosen, but would not let up her attack. She told her arguing body that she couldn't afford that right now, moving forward quickly to grab Akashi's hair again and throwing forearm smash at her, bashing her forehead again and knocking her from her grip. She'd repeat the move rapidly, trying to rattle Akashi back further until she was on the ropes and she was breathing heavy from the exertion, sweat pooling in her cleavage a bit. She'd whip her hair aside and try to throw a stinging knife-edge chop over her big bare tits with a fiery "HYAAA!" outcry

Akashi let out grunts as her head was smashed, her knees bent , ready to fall tot he ground but she struggled to keep her balance. When she felt her back against the ropes and the sudden release of her hair, she looked up to see Kirin about to deliver a mega chop. She grwoled and tried to put on her best determined face, hoping she could catch the chop with her hands but not certain if she had the strength to stop Kirin's momentum even if she could put her hands up in time to block her.

Kirin's smack rung through the arena, wincing a bit herself as her arm stung from the met impact. She shook out her arm, getting some of the feeling back as she took a pace back. She didn't feel like she could let up now, though, or she'd lose her steam and the match to the younger girl. She'd try to rush forward and smash a knee into Akashi's belly this time, and if it stunned her she'd try to whip Akashi into the opposite ropes, an admitted gamble that could very easily be the deciding factor in this. It felt right to her, though, deep down, to bring things to such a climax.

Akashi was reeling from the hard atacks she was taking. Sweat flew off with each hit and she was ruggedly panting and gasping for air. When the knee smash came, her eyes widened as she felt the last bit of air forced out of her. She wanted to drop to her knees but she tried desperately to cling onto the beefy leg. She dug her nails hard into Kirin's flesh but felt herself being removed once more. Feeling a cool breeze on her skin as she was tossed, she practically leapt off her feet as she twisted her body and bounced off the ropes. Her body moveing all it's own, she looked at Kirin and narrowed her eyes. She couldn't let this woman beat her. This was her titl! She heard herself howling as she charged at Kirin but even she didn't know where it was coming from. Her muscles tensed further as she lowered her head. She aimed to chrge right into the bulk of the hefty milf, right through the woman if she could.

Kirin saw there was a fight still left in Akashi as she turned back and gave her battle cry. The milf was sweating heavily, but kept her wits at least enough to sidestep the barge just a bit,grabbing Akashi's arm and whipping hard to try and hurl her to the mat in a scoop slam that rode the sumo's own momentum. As long as she'd hit the power move properly, she'd quickly grab her thick thigh for a pin and shout "REF!", as if she weren't already caught up on the clash of two of the league's heaviest-weights.

Akashi's eyes widened as she saw Kirin sidestep. 'Nooo!' She shouted in her head and felt the milf pull her into a slam. Her arms fell to her sides and she stared up at the sky. A look of anger was nn her face but not at Kirin. She was angry at herself but her body wouldn't move. As the ref slid int position, she panted as she felt Kirin lift up her leg and the weighty milf's breasts fall atop of her own.

"1!"

Kirin leaned into the pin hard, riding on adrenaline and leverage at this point but they were both things she was used to wielding effectively. She might have been rustier than her peak, but as she felt her left breast mush against Akashi's cheek with the pressure of her pin she felt like she might just have this match at last.

"2!"

Akashi wasn't sure if it was good or bad that the seconds seemed to pass liek hours. She just wanted to close her eyes and rest but deep inside was her burnign passion. She couldn't loose, not like this! As the ref brought up her other handto lay the final coutn down, Akashi yelled and forced her arm upwards, shooting it up like a rocket to break the pin. As she did, she would try and wrap it around Kirin's body and clasp it with her other hand and begin squeezing in an impromptu bearhug. Her face turning beet red as she growled and squeezed for all she was worth. If Kirin wanted to retain the title, she'd have to make it impossible for Akashi to fight back.