LEAGUE: Tsuzaki Shizuka vs Toranami Ryuke

Shizuka gagged as Ryu's elbow connected with her belly. She released his balls and neck to roll away coughing. "Bastard," she hissed.

Ryu blushed in shame for using a dirty escape maneuvre, though it was unwilling. In any case, he had luckily broken Shizuka's deadly submission and was now staggering on his feet.
He saw sparkling lights due to lack of oxygen, and was seemingly unable to attack, at least not until he would catch a breathe or two.

"That's it..." The furious Shizuka would storm over to grab Ryu so she can Irish whip him into a corner back first.

Apparently docile on first while Shizuka was going to irish-whip him, Ryu suddenly planted his feet and gripped her hand, trying to pull her in instead. If his maneuvre succeeded he would crouch down, trying to capitalize the surprise effect and slide one arm between Shizuka's legs from behind, aiming to catch her in a torture-rack submission.

Shizuka screamed in fury that quickly turned into pain as she was yanked into the torture rack. "Aaaahhhhh! Bastard!"

After several seconds of suffering, the hand of her arm nearer Ryu's head clawed at his face, seeking to poke his eyes while disguising the dirty move as a desperate attempt to get some purchase on her attacker.

Ryu's hand was teasing Shizuka's crotch, even in the torture rack hold, aiming to exact a submission either from pain or sensual humiliation.... until his eyes were temporarily blinded by Shizuka's fingers.
The kid lost balance and fell back, causing Shizuka to drop down as well.

Shizuka was wincing from both the fingers digging into her pussy and the way her back was being forced to bend unnaturally when she spotted the floor heading towards her. Her curse became a sharp cry as she hit. The pain made her buck, flailing with arms and legs, working to struggle out of Ryu's grip.

Ryu was still a bit groggy himself, but he tried a finishing maneuvre nonetheless. Grabbing Shizuka's legs and trying to roll her onto her back, he would then try to fold her legs against her own chest.

If unstopped, he would then kneel behind her, keeping her legs folded and spread and diving his face into her muff, going for the count while at the same time trying to distract her with his erotic mouthing.

"One!"

Shizuka didn't like finding herself rolled up into a crude small package hold. She disliked the idea of losing even more. But what she truly hated was the feel of Ryu's mouth vigorously attacking her still-covered yet vulnerable sex.

He is not making me cum!

Fighting down a moan of arousal as Ryu's tongue drilled into her, Shizuka tried to slap her still-strong legs together to crunch Ryu's head in between them. And if that failed...

"Two!"

... then the way was opened for her to truly attack.

Ryu grinded himself closer and gave another deep lick, hearing the count move to two. "mnn.... i... i am doing it...." he thought to himself waiting for the final count.

He could not be more worng: Warm, smooth glistening thighs turned into steel-like muscles wrapping around his head, unbalancing and forcing him to lay down on his side with a groan, as he got trapped in Shizuka's headscissors, his face still pressed into her muff.
"Mnnnphhfffff...d-darn... almost... mrffff.."