Contendorship Belt Rnd2: Kirin vs. Riana "Hel" Helstrom

Contendership Match
Loss by submission, KO or 3-second pin

Kirin rode the confidence of her last match, energetic and ready to not underestimate her foe. She was supposedly an action star, which might have made some skeptical, but Kirin knew better that it and wrestling weren't far off, in some respects.

She'd stride to the ring in a pair of tight shorts only reaching her mid-thigh, a tanktop riding the curves of her breasts and belly with similar precision. She'd wave to the fans with arms overhead, making it cling even tighter until some of her breast flesh actually spilled over it. "I'll make you all proud, my babies!" she called out with a playful smile. She hopped into the ring, letting her thick ass stick out as she slid between the ropes and entered, waiting patiently in her corner as she stretched her plump body slowly.

Hel was definitely off her game, having had her clock cleaned not only by the legend herself, Reiko Hinamoto, but then by... an idol... A tough as nails idol, but still... an idol. It left a sour feeling in her stomach... She was supposed to be RIANA HELSTROM, PROFESSIONAL BADASS... but here she was looking like RIANA HELSTROM, HOLLYWOOD WANNABE BADASS. Not exactly a good start to what should have been a tour de force off the silver screen.

Clad in her standard tattered half-gown, revealing her black panties, Hel strode down the ramp. Once again, the show must go on, and she sure as hell wouldn't let the crowd see her bleed.

About halfway down the ramp, she finally sized up her foe... Yikes... She had spent the last two rounds being beaten by smaller girls... but now she was going to face off against a much bigger girl. Maybe she just throws her weight around. Probably just a big fish in a small pond. She took another glimpse at her opponent's movements as the larger woman stretched. Oh no... this woman's old school. She can clearly handle herself in a fight. No rest for the weary...

In a swift motion, Hel slid into the ring and to her feet, facing her foe. "Well, well, well, you're something else." She spoke with a well-practiced, cocky, yet affable facade, "Riana Helstrom, call me Hel. And you?" She extended a hand to shake.

Kirin smiled warmly and took the hand and shook it firmly. "Kirin Sumomo. A pleasure. I don't think I've had reputation enough to be called 'Hell,' even in my old days." She winked playfully. "I just hope you fight cleaner than your name suggests. I've got a contendership to win for a certain someone."

Barring any important reply, she'd pat Hel's shoulder in affectionate encouragement before turn back to her corner to wait for the bell.

Hel returned Kirin's smile and handshake. "Dirty stuff? Here? Nah. If I wanted a dirty fight, I'd just go find a bar and get hammered." She grinned sheepishly, backing to her own corner, sizing up Kirin while waiting for the bell.

She fights a lot of little girls here, no doubt. She's probably more than used to people trying to out-maneuver her. Trying to get too clever was something Hel tended to avoid, but the previous two losses were wearing on her.

At the sound of the bell, but not soon enough that she was jumping the gun, Hel would sprint out of her corner, aiming to launch a dropkick straight at Kirin's chest.

Kirin moved to meet the rush in the middle of the ring, a bit slower than Hel's for her weight, but saw her feet leave the ground and knew what to expect. With a quick grunt, she'd sidestep and when Hel's feet rose, she'd grab onto her upper thighs and try to bring her crashing down to the mat harder than she'd planned to.
"Too early for that, young lady," she'd taunt quickly.

Hel hit the mat hard, but she had taken worse. After a split second to recover, she would try to sweep her legs at Kirin's hoping to take the larger woman down.

The leg sweep caught the plumper fighter in the ankle as she started to reach for the fallen action star, throwing her off enough to land on her bouncing butt. "Oof," she'd grunt, a bit startled and thrown off more than hurt. She'd try to grab for Hel's hair to trap her beneath her weight if she didn't take advantage first.

The slam against the mat had stunned Hel enough that she wasn't fully aware of her hair being grabbed until she tried to pull back and felt her head yanked forward painfully as a result.

"Ah! Dammit." She hissed. Larger foes didn't scare Hel... larger, well-trained foes did give her a bit of a pause, and Kirin was not disappointing on the latter category, as much as Hel wished she would.

With a start, Hel would try to shove herself forward, using the momentum to aim an elbow at Kirin's face.

Kirin pressed herself down hard on Hel, but the uprising elbow stunned her, making her fall back holding her nose. Grunting a bit in recovery and a bit of acknowledged respect, she'd try to get back to her feet by pushing up on her elbows.

Hel had lost her first match of this tournament by pushing herself too hard without making the appropriate gains on her opponent. Hoping to avoid that mistake again, Hel allowed Kirin to rise, pushing herself back to her feet slowly, trying to shake off that last blow. If she makes it, she'd try to assume a fighting stance and close with Kirin, aiming a side kick at the larger woman to test her guard.