Hell in a Cell - Anonymous Fight

Azami grinned wickedly as she managed to trap Sora with her leg, and she looked into the girl's eyes as she tried to brought her opponent closer towards her. Sora's struggling didn't make it easier for her to do so, but the princess had an idea. Her unattended leg would slip under the short haired girl's body, so she could reach for her opponent's crotch and give it a teasing rub with the upper side of her foot.

Should her distraction worked, Azami would raise herself slightly so she could reach for the girl's head with her hands. She didn't need to mock Sora yet at this point, the situation itself should be embarrassing enough for the girl, or so she hoped.

While being pulled down by Azamiâ€s leg, Sora would try to push herself back up as the two struggled against each other. “Hnnn!” Sora would let out as she struggled, trying to pull herself away from Azami. Suddenly though, she would feel Azamiâ€s other leg and foot run right in between her spread legs and right over her crotch.

Giving out a gasp as a slight blush rose on her cheeks; Sora would look down at Azamiâ€s leg. “W-wha...” she would let out distracted, allowing Azami to overwhelm her and pull Soraâ€s head down. Buckling onto her knees with Azami kept her improvised headlock going; Sora would let out a groan as Azami was now in a position to grab a hold of her head properly.

Azami giggled as she heard Sora's reaction to her little trick. It was so easy from there to pull her closer and grabbed her head, which pleased the princess. Azami would then shifted her leg around her opponent's neck before pulling it closer to her crotch in an attempt to trap Sora in some kind of Figure Four headlock.

"Mm~" she would let out when she felt the short haired girl's face pressed against her pantie-clad crotch.

Her other leg, meanwhile, would continue what it's been doing, rubbing against Sora's own crotch teasingly. The crowds would went wild at the sight as Azami treated them with a splendid sight.

Somewhere in the upper stands, Kiriko was standing against the wall as she watched the fight with her arms crossed. She sighed. It's still early, but Sora didn't really seem to be as big as her words back then. At least the crowd seemed to enjoy it at the moment, which was more important than anything.

“Ahhh!” Sora let out as she saw her predicament, looking down at Azami giggling as she lay on her back, pulling Soraâ€s head down with her legs and hands towards her crotch. “A-A-Azam..mmmff!” sheâ€d let out, blushing fiercy as her head was pulled against Azamiâ€s panties, the girlâ€s scent invading her nose while feeling the blue haired princess†other foot teasing, rubbing her, causing her to squirm her hips. “Mff!” she let out once more in frustration at her situation, trapped between Azamiâ€s legs.

Knowing she needed to act fast, Sora would begin trying to pull her head away from Azamiâ€s crotch, placing her hands on Azamiâ€s bare thighs and pushing. As she attempted to stand back up right, Sora would try to pull Azamiâ€s legs, still clamped around her head, through with her in an attempt to force Azami onto her front and into a makeshift Boston crab, trying to force the princess into a submission manouver.

Azami was enjoying herself too much with how things progressed so far. It seemed easier than when she faced the girl first time. Sora's grunting and struggling only drew out more moans from the princess lips. For a moment she almost forgot that she's in a wrestling match. That's it, until Sora pull her head away and turned her over.

"Ah?!" the blue haired girl yelped before she realized what's happening.

It's too late, though, as her opponent managed took advantage of her carelessness and somehow reversed the situation by applying some sort of Boston Crab on her! Azami groaned and wiggled her body lightly in response. She's surprised, but she couldn't let Sora knew that.

"O-ouhh... Why do you have to fight back... Don't you enjoy being so close to me, Sora-chan...?" she half taunted the girl while trying to crawl away a little by little.

Forcing herself back up onto her feet, trying to ignore the rubbing and the pleasure it was causing from Azamiâ€s foot, Sora managed to turn the girl over onto her front, in a strange looking Boston Crab with Azamiâ€s feet still entangled around Soraâ€s head. Holding on tight, Sora would try and lean back to apply some more pressure on the princess†back as she attempted to crawl away.

“Ghh...because...this is my big moment Azami-chan! I canâ€t let you ruin it for me with your little tricks...not like last time...if you really want though Azami, you can take your time and please me...after Iâ€ve made you tap out!” Sora let out, following up her words by reaching down and giving Azami a teasing smack on her butt. As much as she enjoyed Azamiâ€s...work...she couldnâ€t let it get in her way or distract her here. This match was far too important for such simple pleasures!

"Ohh... big words from small girl..." Azami teased before she felt Sora's hand slapping her ass. "Ow!"

She gritted her teeth as the girl starting to apply more pressure on her back while trying to crawl further, towards the ropes. Her leg that was wrapped around Sora's head would inadvertently tighten again. With both of them tangled in a rather strange way, it's also harder for Azami to move. She had to figure out a better way to get out of this. Realizing her leg's position, Azami stopped crawling and began to squeeze Sora's neck with her leg. It might be rather unsightly, but as long as it worked, that's what she cared about.

"Nnghh... Y-you better let go..." she hissed at Sora.

“HA!” Sora would let out, unable to stop herself from grinning as her slap on Azamiâ€s ass shut the blue haired girl up.

Even though Sora could feel Azami pulling and struggling, trying to get away from her, she knew that with her legs the way they were all tangled around Soraâ€s head still, the princess wasnâ€t going very far. However, as Azamiâ€s legs tightened around Soraâ€s head, the dark haired girl would give out a gasp, bending forward slowly as Azamiâ€s strong legs began applying pressure to her once more. Forcing her head downwards, Sora would be forced to stare at Azamiâ€s panty clad crotch as her short kimono flapped open, revealing what she was wearing underneath.

“Ahh...n-not a chance, Azami! Sora would let out as Azamiâ€s strong legs continued pulling her off balance. Sora would keep a hold of the princess†legs, trying to keep her in this improvised Boston crab, but it was clear she wouldnâ€t be able to hold her there much longer as she was being slowly overpowered.

Azami could tell from Sora's voice that the girl was struggling to keep the hold. Her leg seemed to do a fine job in containing the short haired girl, although she's quite in a pinch herself. The longer Sora kept the hold, the weaker Azami's struggle would become, and she didn't really want to be drained too much in such an early stage of the match.

Biting her lower lip to hold back her own groaning, the blue haired girl had an idea. She straighten her leg a bit to give Sora some relief, hoping that it'd also give a false sense of security to her opponent. With a sudden movement, Azami would then bend her leg again to re-apply the pressure and use her leg's swinging momentum to put her opponent off balance. Hopefully that could get the girl off her back.

Struggling to keep her hold and control over Azamiâ€s legs, Sora would tremble as she felt Azamiâ€s legs continue to apply pressure on her head and neck, trying to overwhelm her. She knew that the hold was hurting Azami more than she was doing to her, but it was growing increasingly difficult to keep a hold of her.

It came as a bit of a surprise when Azamiâ€s legs seemed to let up, mixing with some faint groans coming from the princess. “Ha, whatâ€s the matter Azami?” Sora would say as she tried to pull back on her legs once more. “Given u-waa!” she would let out though as Azami put all her pressure into one motion, catching Sora off guard. Flipping Soraâ€s head forward, her body would soon follow as the dark haired girl flipped through the air and came crashing down on her back. “OOHhhaaaa...” Sora let out with her crash landing, closing her eyes for a second as she lay their dazed with her arms spread wide on the mat.