Championship Title Match: Kirin vs Akashi

Kirin was blindsided by the improvised hug move, her face quickly turning red as what little endurance and breath she had left was starting to get squeezed out of her. She pulled back from Akashi, but her grip held on so she resorted to swinging her fists at her arms awkwardly, writhing and panting in her powerful death grip.

"Let... hnn.... go...." she grunted out in her lightheadedness, meeting Akashi's eyes now and then and reminded of the fire there. "Or... I'll make... you let go," she added. their breasts and bodies mashed together beneath their struggle, Kirin's fat sculpted around by the forceful hug as she pulled back, and if she couldn't get Akashi to let go, would eventually swing her hands up to box her ears. Even if that got her and made her let go, Kirin would be so winded she'd fall flat on her belly or back, depending on the way Akashi let go, panting and sweating and not doing much else

Once Akashi felt Kirin struggling and insisting to let her go, Akashi was ready to. She released her grip and tried to push Kirin off of her. She used the last bit of adrenaline she had working through her to roll away and get some distance between her and Kirin before also ending up on her back, panting hard and rtrying to recover. She turned her head and looked at Kirin with a smile.

As she did, the ref began to count as both of them were on their backs. This time it would be a ten count to see who could get up first.

"1!"

Kirin's eyes were a bit hazy at first, blurred by sweat and exhaustion, but she could see enough of Akashi to manage to smile back.
"2! 3!"

"Of course, if Akashi-chan stays down," she thought in the little part of her head that was always calculating tactics and ideas. "It's a draw. I keep the title by default..."

"But then, what were the odds of that?" Kirin moaned and ran a hand over her face as if getting out of bed, though struggling enough to tumble to one side like a beached whale, shaking her head very slowly, barely up on one elbow. "4!"

As the ref counted, Akashi merely layed there panting. Her body felt numb and didn't want to continue one She grunted and rolled to her side, her back facing Kirin as the count got to 5. She knew that if she DIDN'T get up she wouldn't have the title. By the count of 6 she was on her stomach and slowly pushing herself up. By 8 she was on her hands and knees and at 9 she surged upwards just enough to fall against the ropes and break the count.

She let out a deep sigh as she looked over at Kirin. Akashi didn't have much left in her but she knew Kirin didn't either. It would probably come down to the next big face off. Akashi steeled herself and gripped the ring rope tightly, her hand shaking with determination.

"Get up, Kirin-san. Let's finish this." She didn't bark the words out. She wasn't commanding. It was an eager, but exhausted tone.

Kirin managed to push herself up to her knees alone by 6, hanging her head backward and panting quietly. Her sweaty body was spread out, bust and tummy pushing out in a sight to see of her full mature figure. She'd let out an audible grunt and force herself to her feet, boots thudding on the mat with her weight and exhaustion. She leaned on her knees, looking up through her messy hair at Akashi and smiling shakily.

"You didn't think... that'd keep me down.... did you?" she panted heavily.
"Because I sure did..." she thought. She was trying to rest up but her body too weary to do much of anything. She would smack her cheeks with both hands, rising up to at least a mostly upright position. She'd raise her hands for a grappling position, moving inward slowly but steadfast in trying to lock up with Akashi and take command of her, trying to force her to the mat with her strength

Akashi grinned as Kirin stood up. "Hah... hah... I was kind of hoping it wouldn't." She sauid. She saw Kirin go for a test of strength. Akashi shook her head. She couldn't keep going toe to toe with Kiring like this. But she couldn't turn down a challenge either.

"Damn my pride." Akashi said to herself and rushed forward to meet up with Kirin and lock up with her, grunting hardcas she struggled with the woman. "Y-you think you still have the strength left to put me down?" She growled in the lock up. Her knees bent and sher muscles tightened. She was tryign to get leverag to pull Kirin into a snap suplex and try and put Kirin onto her back.

Kirin felt Akashi's power through her numbing arms, glad to feel that it wasn't much different than her own. Whose arms had more left in them she couldn't quite tell, but Akashi managed to get a moment's edge on her and gripped Kirin's tight attire near the hip, starting to lift her up. "Nnnh," she grunted weakly, feet kicked and managing to land back on them after a second or two. She'd grab Akashi by the mawashi, wincing and straining to counter with a suplex of her own, only to find herself too week to lift the sumo more than a few inches herself, forced to set her back down with her own resistance, panting and finding it harder to keep her head up enough to lock eyes with Akashi, just doing her best to push into her...

...Kirin slumped against Akashi after her failure, panting heavily against her breast but knees feeling ready to just drop from beneath her, sweat running from her brow to Akashi's cleavage and body fully resting on Akashi this time, her engines sputtering now as she was running on fume

Akashi grinned as she met eyes with Kirin. She felt Kirin's hands on her mawashi and her heart started beating. "Kirin-sama!" She said. "You've chosen the wrong battle to settle things!" She grunted and her arms cought the sides of Kirin's one piece. There wasn't much to grip so she slid her hands back back and sunk her hands into Kirin's plump ass. She slid her foot back and strained to lift Kirin off the ground. If she could pull Kirin off the ground, she could let grvity do the rest. But her legs wobbled and she was afraid she might drop the MILF. She tried to lift, pressing her face into Kirin's ample, sweat soaked chest hoping to lift Kirin high enough to try and perform a sidewalk slam.

Kirin held her ground just a bit more, but the sumo overpowered her at last. Her strength and balance gave out as she was lifted and smashed to the mat, eyes flashing wide and blank as she bounced on the mat and laid there, arms splayed out weakly over her head as her bosom heaved weakly, motioning and eyelids lowering

Akashi sat there, holding Kirin's thick thighs and breathing heavily. She was worn out and lifting Kirin off the ground really took what was left out of her. She slid her hands up Kirin's legs and leant forward, using the sweat to help her glide herself into a pinning position, hooking one Of Kirin's legs as she pushed up and rested ontop of her bosom, leting her own heft pair of Breasts fall over Kirin as she huffed and waited for the ref to begin the count.