Kawaii Match: Tomoko vs Iria

"Waaaa!" Tomo would cry out in surprise, the kickout sending her tumbling a few feet. She'd stumble to her feet, holding the ropes for balance breathing heavily as her small breasts heaved in the pressure. She was more dazed than hurt (though not exactly in good condition anyway...), making her way over to take a hopping butt-drop to the persistent fighter's torso. Tomo felt a pang of guilt for beating the girl who was trying so hard, but she knew she had to be just as strong if she was going to make anything of herself in the league.

If she hit the drop, she'd try and move into a reverse facesitting position. If she'd miss, she'd yowl and fall onto her stomach and face, rubbing her bottom embarassingly in front of the crowd.

Iria would find the wind knocked out of her yet again as Tomoko dropped down on top of her, causing her world to spin as she squirmed. She didn't want to lose here! She'd grimace, reaching up to try and push Tomoko off. But she was too out of it now to be effective. When Tomoko's rear placed itself over her face, she'd start kicking her legs a bit as she struggled. 'MMPH!"

Tomo would manage to keep her balance (though with some difficulty), wiggling her tush into Iria's face. Her kicking knocked her around enough that she could get an occasional puff of air, but Tomo's own shaking was meant to settler her bum more securely on her. She blushed a bit in embarrassment of using the move, but it worked (as she'd learned directly). She'd try to lean down and use her hands to hold Iria's legs down better, slightly letting up on her facesit in the process.

If Tomoko would have simply settled down onto her face with this move, the match would have likely soon been over. But as she leaned to stop Iria's legs from kicking around, she'd feel two hands suddenly reach up and place against her rear before a hard shove was given, hoping to send her off. If Iria could dislodge Tomoko, she'd crawl back to her corner, using the turnbuckle to help her climb back to her feet.

Tomo would tumble forward at the strong shove at her bum, shouting in surprise and landing on her chest and face, slightly hurt but mostly embarrassed. She stumbled to her feet, hindered a bit by her flustered mindset, but thought enough to not give Iria much time to recover. If Iria was still in the corner, she'd try and hit her with a slap to drive her back down, delivering as many as she needed or until Iria cut her off. If she did go down, Tomo would quickly turn and place her buttocks back into her face, holding the ropes and, again with a bright blush on her face at the nature of the fight, grind her bum into her.

Iria had just managed to pull herself up when Tomo slapped her. But she'd braced for it, having seen her coming. Slumping back against the turnbuckle, she'd hold herself up as best she could as she kicked out with her right foot, hoping to drive Tomo away. But after the kick, she'd fall to the mat, still trying to catch her breath. She was hoping to get a second wind, but she still felt too out of it.

Tomo moved in to subdue Iria when the kick surprised her by slamming into her thigh. She cried out and stumbled clumsily, though it was right into Iria. She'd flail awkwardly until she was stopped by her modest bust bumping into Iria's face, an unwitting and only moderately affective breast smother. It would take Tomo a moment to recollect herself, but after seeing her position, she'd grab the ropes and pull herself closer into the smother, pressing Iria's head between her breasts and the turnbuckle.

Iria would let out a muffled cry when Tomo fell against her. She'd struggle a bit, trying to push Tomo off. But by that point, she had already gotten ahold of the ropes, and was depriving Iria of precious air. Iria's struggles would start to weakn as she kept trying to free herself, hoping to push her opponent off before she passes out.

Tomo would feel Iria resisting, but hold the ropes tight and shove her bust into her face more firmly, nipples peaking through her fabric as Iria's face and heavy breaths hit them.

"Have to hold on..." Tomo squeaked in her head. "Has to be a humiliation move... though I didn't know the move had to be humiliating for me too..." She held on desperately, her own breathing getting heavier in her gentle arousal and making her breasts rise and fall against her future foe.

Iria, being stubborn, would refuse to give up. She'd keep trying to push Tomo off, but to no avail. Her right hand would give one last shove, pressing against her opponents breast. If Tomo didn't let go soon, Iria would pass out,