Kirin Sumomo vs Elly "Red Gem" Mikami

"So she has some style, and playing defense. Interesting," Kirin thought mutely.

Kirin would advance with speed, or what speed her size allowed, faking a grab for Elly's shoulders. She'd instead truly aim for Elly's arm, hoping to use it to spin her around and apply a simple standing chokehold from behind, planting her head between her breasts in the process.

Elly fell for the fake out, as she jerked her shoulder away, only to find her arm seized by the more experienced wrestler. Elly did however guess right with what Kirin would do afterwards, and raised her other arm in front of her neck, preventing the chokehold from doing as much damage as it could. But the pressure still caused some pain. Elly would then try use her legs to back Kirin into the ropes.

Kirin actually blinked in surprise, a bit impressed with the skill in Elly's counter. "Not a total rookie, I see," she observed. She felt the Gem pressing back against her, confident in her weight to secure the hold but was surprised again to feel herself, just barely, budging backward. "Strong back and legs on this one... another gymnast girl, maybe."

Kirin would try and surprise Elly by suddenly releasing her footing, allowing herself to suddenly fly backward into the ropes. She'd then use her grip on Elly's arm to whip her into the opposite ropes, rushing after her to try and clothesline her moments after she hits the ropes.

Again, Elly fell for Kirin's skillful tactics. Only this time, she had no time to react. The clothesline had hit home, and the Red Gem slammed against the mat with a hard thud. Elly layed on the mat, stunned for a split moment, but quickly recovered her composure, flipping herself up in one swift movement. While she was small, the Red Gem had immense endurance. She shook her head, and faced Kirin rethinking her stratagy.

'Trying to counter somebody with this much experience is futile...' She thought. 'I'll have to take the offensive.'

Elly would then rush at Kirin, acting as if she was going for a punch to the face, but suddenly dipping down and attemping to sweep the lady off her feet with a low kick.

Kirin would raise her wrist to stop the punch, but lose track of the speedier girl when she dipped into her leg sweep. Fortunately, her foot connected with her thick, firmly-planted ankle. Kirin smirked a bit.

"Balance is huge in this game, love," she'd say as she'd throw a kick for Elly's chest to knock her towards a turnbuckle. "And knocking down a juicy thing like me when I'm stuck on defense isn't easy. Much easier when I'm moving." If she has the time, Kirin will make a short rush to the Red Gem and deliver a knee to her chest.

Elly suddenly realised the futility of trying to knock down the much larger woman with such a small attack. Kirin's kick lands square into the young redhead's chest, driving her into the turnbuckle. Just as she regains her composure, Elly notices Kirin moving in for another attack. If she was hit by that, she'd be knocked out for sure. The Red Gem using her gymnastic skills, flipped herself onto the top Turnbuckle, effectively avoiding the attack. She now sat atop of the ropes. If Kirin took a few steps backwards, Elly would throw herself at Kirin, arms extended for her 'Red Bomb' move. If the move connected with Kirin's neck, Elly would instantly shift to a surprisingly strong chokehold.

Kirin missed her knee attack, managing to keep track of Elly as she flipped up with surprising agility.

"Get down from there, you little monkey," she grunted, grabbing for one of Elly's legs and top of her dress, looking to lift the gymnast over her head. If the hold winds up being secure, she'll try and bend her in a torture rack. Otherwise she'll slam her down on the mat in a power slam.

Elly let out a yelp of surprise when Kirin grabbed her. She didn't expect her to be able to track her so easily. With her only advantage stolen, her mobility, the match seemed to belong to the more experienced wrestler. Her surprise turned to pain when the torture rack was applied. Her hands instinctively graspped one of Kirin's forearms. The young wrestler was at her sparring partner's mercy.

Lifting the lightweight over her head like a dumbell, Kirin stretched the lithe gymnast across her shoulders, strong arms braced on her opponent's neck and thigh. She'd be able to feel the once dormant muscle tensing to immense proportions as she manipulated the petit wrestler.

"Can't go expecting to much from your opponent," Kirin grunted as she gave her spine a quick yank across her shoulders. "Otherwise you're just hoping to get lucky."

After about twenty seconds of this, Kirin will let go and let Elly drop to the mat. "It's not much fun or education if you're just in a hold the entire match," she explained, leaning back into the nearby turnbuckle to let Elly have a moment to stand back up.

Elly would let out a few quiet whimpers of pain during the tourture rack, and would grunt when her back was strained. Although the pain would make a less gutsy girl cry in an instant. Elly hit the mat with a loud thud when she was thrown, and layed upon it for a few seconds catching her breath. Her small chest rising and falling. She then stood up, listening to Kirin's words. Elly made her way to the opposite turnbuckle. She wasn't nearly strong enough to overpower the woman. She would have to try to outspeed her opponent.

"Before we tussle again Mrs. Kirin, I'd like to thank you for this match~" She says, walking up from the turnbuckle and stopping just shy of the center of the ring.