Hell in a Cell - Anonymous Fight

Hell in a Cell - Steel Cage Arena
Victory Condition: Submission only.
No DQ



It's certainly had been a while since her last match, which was why Azami felt excited as she waited for the signal to come out. The match itself was interesting, as the princess never had a cage match before. The fact that her opponent's identity was unknown to her only made her curious, though the staff girl that informed her about the match hinted her that it's going to be someone she knew. Who could it be? Azami didn't really want to guess, as she got a couple of names she faced before, and not to mention the people she met outside the ring. She felt like it's best to wait until she got in the ring in order to meet her mystery opponent.

Wearing her usual attire, the short dark kimono along with a pair of wooden sandal, Azami would enter the arena once her [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQn5lN3GSjc:2gb49ktv]theme[/url:2gb49ktv] played over the speakers. The crowds when wild as they recognized her theme and gave the princess a round of applause as she proceed to walk towards the ring while fanning herself. She was glad that this was a No DQ match, as it meant she could use her trusty "weapon" to help her in the case things went bad without the need to be discreet about it.

Once she entered the ring, Azami would wave over to the fans before she settled on her corner to wait for her mystery opponent. She couldn't wait to see who it was that she's pitted against. This should be fun... she thought to herself, covering her smile with her fan.

[url=http://afwrpg.informe.com/forum/backstage-f33/shoot-for-the-moon-for-kaz-t8420.html:291cowly]Having pleaded with management to organise a match of note for her[/url:291cowly], Sora was excited and nervous about her match. Exctied for the occasion, but nervous about her mystery opponent. The cell had hung ominiously over the ring all night long, and it being brought down had brought a huge cheer that Sora could hear from the back. The backstage staff had been careful not to call Sora out to the curtain until her opponent's music had stopped, making sure she would be kept in suspense until the very last moments. All she had been told was she would know her opponent. But who...

As the opening riff to Kashmir began playing over the speakers, Sora would walk out with her fists raised, looking towards the cell, only to be shocked to see Azami Tsukimori there. "You!" she'd call from the stage, unsure if Azami would be able to hear her over the crowd and the music. Lowering her arms, Sora would take a deep breath before heading towards the ring. Azami had beaten her once, and totally humiliated her as well. Then she had taken advantage of her when they met up in the pool the next day. Sora didn't feel hatred towards her, but she certainly had a point to prove.

Sauntering slowly towards the ring, Sora would climb the steps and step through the cell's door, stepping through the ring ropes before climbing onto the second turnbuckle and spreading her arms wide to the fans. This was supposed to be her night, but now...well, now there was even more pressure than she had originally anticipated. They set me up... she thought to herself, her face a look of grim determination. Well, if they thought I was just going to come out here and be humiliated again, they've got another thing coming!

Jumping down from the turnbuckle, and turning towards Azami, Sora would nod to her. "Just so you know, I appreciated the other night...but, this isn't your apartment. You better not try to go easy on me just because you beat me last time. Not here."

Hearing her opponent's theme began to play, Azami barely figure out who was her assigned opponent. After all she came second during her encounter with Sora on the ring before, and generally she didn't remember her opponent by their theme. However, seeing the girl's figure stepped out from the entrance, the princess' eyes gleamed. She wasn't sure whose idea it was to assign her one night servant to be her opponent again, but it's definitely something she wouldn't refuse. Azami still remembered how her first fight with the girl went, as well as their follow up meeting at the pool. A smirk appeared on her face.

"My oh my..." she mused to herself as Sora entered the ring. "Now this is what I call a pleasant surprise.

Azami folded her fan and slipped it in her strap as she walked towards the center of the ring. She smiled pleasantly at Sora who just hopped off the turnbuckle, before giggling at what the girl said.

"Oh? As far as I remembered I did beat you in the ring, Sora-chan~" she teased. "But of course you have to be defiant..." she said with a mocking expression. "It'd would definitely ruin your image if everyone knew just how submissive you were in my bed, am I wrong? Ohohoh~" the princess laughed, covering her mouth with one hand.

Sora would blush at Azamiâ€s reminder of her night as the blue haired girlâ€s servant. She wouldnâ€t admit, at least out here in public, how much she enjoyed it or how submissive she had really been when Azami. “That was last time, Azami-sam...” she let out, simply by reflex, stopping herself just in time but blushing immensely, her eyes widening at her slip.

“...san. This time is different though...Iâ€m not going to be caught off guard this time, especially with that fan again” she said, pointing at the fan in question that Azami had used to great effect in their last match. This time though, she wouldnâ€t have to be so subtle about it.

With the two girls facing off, the bell would ring. Through her experiences though, Sora realised she would never be able to outmuscle Azami if they grappled and tied up, so instead she would attempt to keep her distance from the girl for the opening moments, trying to look for an opening rather than diving straight at her.

Azami chuckled as Sora almost slipped out and address her as if she's still her mistress. It's as if the girl's body remembered her position better than her mind. Hearing Sora mentioned her fan, the blue haired girl made a confused expression, as if she wasn't guilty of anything.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about Sora-chan..." she said, shrugging. "However, as far as I'm concerned there will be no rules in today's match. Something tells me we'd be able to have a lot of fun together here tonight..."

As the bell rang, Azami noticed that Sora kept her distance from her instead starting with a lockup. She smiled. It seemed that the girl smarten up a bit. The princess would play along by circling her opponent, trying to close down their distances very subtly while she's at it. Azami would feign a few grab attempts at Sora's arm just to test the girl's reaction, before she would dash in and try to grab it for real. The match just started, so she didn't really plan to do anything fancy to Sora yet. Just holding the girl by her arm to prevent her escaping while watching her opponent tried to free herself would be amusing enough.

“Hmmph!” Sora would let out, disgruntled at Azamiâ€s refusal to admit that she had cheated to win their first encounter. The referee might not have seen it, but Sora had...or at least, she had certainly felt it. “Fun? I doubt it Azami...that night may have been fun, but tonight is serious!” Sora would say, with a stern look on her face. She had been given this chance, and now she had to take it; no time to be distracted by Azamiâ€s...tricks.

As the two girls circled around each other in the middle of the cell, with the fans cheering and urging them on, Sora would keep up her defensive strategy, trying not to jump into anything as Azami began feinting. Deep in concerntration, Sora would flinch once or twice as Azami reached out at her, until suddenly Azami did charge at her and grab hold of her outstretched arm. “Ghh!” Sora would let out, and quickly try to roll underneath Azamiâ€s arm, behind her, with the aim of trying to force Azami to let go and allow Sora to grab a hold of her arm and force her into an arm bar.

Azami was a little surprised when Sora almost immediately rolled under her arm to slip behind her. She expected some sort of panicked reaction, but that's probably underestimating the girl a bit. Having came on top on two occasions before, Azami was probably getting a bit over confident when she faced Sora again. Trivial mistake, but it's too early to give her serious problem.

"Ngh!" She let out as her opponent applied the armbar from their current position. "Oohh... You're actually getting better..." she half mocked the short haired girl, flashing her a mixture of grimace and smirk.

Azami wasn't about to let Sora took full advantage of her, though. She would try to swing her nearest leg, hoping to catch her opponent's leg to disturb the balance of Sora. She would then try to shift around a bit, hoping to slip her arm free before pushing the short haired girl away from her.

Rolling through behind her, and reversing the hold on her arm, Sora would bring Azamiâ€s arm up behind her in an arm bar, hearing the girl let out a little groan in surprise as Sora pressed her arm against her back. “Hmmph!” she let out, refusing to let herself rise to Azamiâ€s taunts, but unable to stop herself from responding.

Before Sora could move from the arm bar into something a bit more taking on Azami, the blue haired girl would change her footing and sweep her leg at Sora. “Ghh!” she let out as Azami knocked her off balance, allowing Azami to slip free and again put some distance between the two girls. “Hmmph!” she let out, with a little smirk towards the moon princess.

“Or maybe youâ€re just getting slower Azami-chan...” Sora would say as the two girl began circling once again. Looking for an opening, Sora would dive low at Azamiâ€s leg, hoping she would be able to catch her off guard and take her down by grabbing hold of one of Azamiâ€s legs and pulling her off balance.

Azami smirked as Sora replied her taunt with her own. That cheeky attitude of her opponent was something she found amusing. Seeing the short haired girl dived to grab her leg, she thought of jumping out of the way at first, until something came up in her mind. Azami yelped before she fell to the mat on her back as Sora pulled her leg. She was sprawled within a blink of an eye, and seemed to be stunned for a bit.

"Uuhh..." the groan of the princess further emphasize the suspicion that took a rough fall with that one.

Azami would watch closely for Sora's movement, though. Exaggerating her injury was something that she could do easily, and so she hoped that her opponent would take the bait. Should Sora decide to move closer, Azami would try to wrap her free leg around the back of the girl's head, so she could squeeze it with a makeshift headlock.

Diving at Azamiâ€s leg, Sora seemingly managed to overpower the blue haired princess and knock her to the mat on her back. Hearing her groan was a great sound for Sora; much better than the girlâ€s usual taunts and teasing, and she would relish grabbing at Azamiâ€s ankle, planning on turning the girl onto her back and twisting it into an ankle lock.

As she picked up Azamiâ€s right leg though, her left would also come up and curl around Soraâ€s head as the dark haired girl was leant over. “Ahh!” she let out as Azami brought her leg forward, trapping Soraâ€s head between her legs, and forcing Sora to stumble onto her knees. Now trapped with her advantage gone, Sora would give out a grunt and try to pull Azamiâ€s leg off of her before the girl could properly wrap her up in a choke or smother, and seeing the position she was in, Sora blushed as she realised she wanted to get out before Azami could make any mocking comments to go with it.