Kawaii Match: Tomoko vs Iria

Tomo saw her chance and hurried to take it. "Why? Hurt too bad? Or feel too good?!" She started kneading the soft bosom between her fingers, trying to seek out her nipples with her middle and index finger to pinch them lightly between them. It was a move that had been, to say the least, awkward to learn with her sister, but affective. If she could keep Iria down, she'd start to move her legs up, sitting them on top of her opponent's so she wouldn't be caught in a leg scissors so easily should she get caught up in her erotic assault.

Iria cried out again as Tomo started to work her breasts over, causing her to thrash about beneath her. She couldn't believe her opponent was humiliating her like this! Her face was turning red, shutting out the cheers Tomo was getting from the crowd. Her nipples didn't take long to become hard, causing her even more embarassment as she felt herself being sat on. Tomo had her pinned to the mat as she ineffectively tried to pry her grip off of her breasts. She'd eventually pull her right hand away, aiming to slap Tomo hard in the face to force her to let go. "I...said... GET OFF!"

Tomo eeped as she saw the slap coming, unable to get her hands free from her opponent's breasts (and a bit proud of the occasional encouragement from the crowd) to stop it in time. She was knocked reeling onto her belly, rubbing her cheek with her head lowered and on her hand and knees, bottom sticking out from her tripedal position.

If Iria happened to be distracted or slow enough, she'd try to retreat to a corner to buy some time to regain her wits and start another attack.

Iria would roll away, covering her breasts. She couldn't believe the crowd was cheering for Tomo and not her! She'd frown a bit as she got to her feet, letting Ira gather herself for her next attack. But Iria was planning a counter of her own, waiting for her opponent to make her move so that she could act on her plan.

Tomo took the moment's rest as best she could, then renewed her attack. She moved in slowly this time, trying to use her tactical advantage of experience (she hoped) by grappling onto her shoulders, attempting to Irish whip her into the ropes. She'd follow closely, attempting a dropkick as soon as Iria had turned around from the rebound.

Iria was grabbed, suddenly thrown across the ring towards the ropes. But she'd jump once she neared the ropes, using them as a springboard as she launched herself backwards. She was trying to body splash Tomo back down against the mat, hoping that it would give her a small advantage for the moment.

"Wh... DUMMY!" Tomo yelped as she went airborne for her kick... just as Iria did the same for her splash. Her kick connected with Iria's tummy, but far sooner than she'd expected. It packed a bit more wallop as a result, but Iria came crashing down right on top of her. The supposed time traveler slammed down on top of her, winding her as she landed coughing and writhing on the mat, heavily stunned as she quietly prayed her foe was as well.

Iria would roll away from Tomo, coughing and gasping as she held her stomach, thrashing her legs a bit. That had hurt much more than she wanted to show. But at the same time, she wasn't as invincible as she made herself sound. The ring spun about her as she lay there, feeling like her insides had been turned to jello. She most definately did not want to take any more hits to the stomach after a blow like that. It was her own fault really. She shouldn't have done that.

Tomo would eventually hold her head with one hand, trying to see through the stars as she crawled for Iria. Her body was aching, but she managed to flop across Iria in an attempt at a cross-body pin, draping over her as she tried catching her breath.

"Come on, come on..." she hoped in her head.

"1!" Iria's head was swimming as she still gasped for breath. It felt like something was pressing down on top of her, keeping her pinned down. Her eyes would open slightly, wondering what it was.

"2!" Then her eyes flew open, and she'd suddenly kick out, letting out a cry as the sudden movement caused her to grasp her stomach, beginning to cough. She wasn't done yet, but that blow had hurt quite a bit.

"No...I'm going...to win..."