Jessica Chikanatsu v Cristina Amarillo

Cris fell for the feint and felt the support swept from under her with her legs, but scrambled to grab onto her opponent, trying to pull her down with her. She'd land hard on her back, but if she got Jessica in another big hug and scissor combo, this time on the ground, it would be totally over.

Jessica grinned as her plan worked. Well... that was until she was pulled down to the floor with Cristina, eeping as she fell on top of her opponent. The orange warrior struggled as much as her body allowed her to as the mexican woman locked her in a bearhug and a bodyscissors again. "Nhh...! Let me.. go!" She yelled at Cristina, who didnt seem willing to stop just because she was hurting her.

It wouldnt be long before the kawaii's struggles start weakening, her eyes halfly open as she was barely able to keep herself awake. She couldnt pass out now... just... not now.

"If I let you go you're just going to keep causing me trouble," Cris explained. "Sorry, but here you're at your weakest, and your position's the worse." She intensified the pressure with which she was squeezing Jessica, putting every ounce of her own remaining strength into just squashing her flat, grunting and panting.

The crowd really didn't think the kawaii could escape this, although given the rest of the match, they weren't going to count her as dead just yet. The referee moved in closer to watch for a submission or knockout, though, well-aware of how kawaii-against-submission-holds fights generally went.

Jessica's struggles would cease sooner or later, her arms dropping to the mat as she rested her head against her opponent's chest. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly open as she was apparently out. No matter if Cristina let go of her now or not, one thing was clear: she was definitely unconscious. Her whining became a mix between soft moans and heavy pants, her cheeks slightly red.

Cris didn't want to do anything permanent to her, so she loosened her grip while the referee leaned in and grabbed the kawaii's hand, beginning to raise and drop it. If there were still signs of recovery, Cris would just need to apply a few more seconds of pressure, and she was ready to do so. This match ended now.

"One!"

The referee said out loud as Jessica's hand dropped for the first time. There was no sign of consciousness in the little kawaii. She rested peacefully against Cristina's body as the ref lifted her arm again. The kawaii's eyes were completely closed and her mouth was just halfly open as she panted heavily. The people in the crowd were kind of proud of her for enduring so much against the bigger and stronger woman.

"Two!" Her arm came down again, and it didnt seem like Jessica was conscious at all.

Cris let out a big sigh, and was just holding her closely as the Ref counted "Three!", the bell ring, and her third victory was sealed. The ref raised her arm and she got to her feet, wincing with how sore she was. "What a little bundle of trouble..." The Mexican said to herself.

When Jessica came back to planet Earth, she'd reach out her hand to help her up and be ready to catch her if she fell. "So now people laugh at me for getting played with by a kawaii and they hate me for beating up a kawaii. Uh. Again."

Jessica would wake up a couple of minutes after the match had finished. She gasped and lifted the upper part of her body, looking at Christina. She smirked nervously and took the mexican's hand, allowing her to help her up to her feet. She wiped her skirt like if it was full of dust and then leaned on Christina, hugging her tightly. "Well, I dont hate you!" She said, taking a step back and lifting her head up to look at the bigger woman in the eyes. "In any caase, I should thank yoou for not holding anything back because I'm a kawaii~! Sooo... Thank youu~!" She cheerfully exclaimed.

Cris grinned at her, holding her easily, this embrace a lot more friendly than the ones that came before it, nodding. "My pleasure, rest assured. If there's one thing I learned today it's that kawaiis can be tough." The crowd approved of this sportsmanship and cheered them both, although, Cris noticed, more Jessica than her. 'I'm not trying to play the heel, pendejos...' Of course, joy for her victory kept her from feeling any annoyance, 'Plus, I'm newer... just give them more time to ogle me. As such...' She gave a deep bow to the crowd that converted some people because of the wonderful view of her chest.

"Make sure to check in with the Doc when you leave," Cris told Jessica. "You sound fine, but I want to make sure I didn't hurt such a cutie." With that, she gave a wink and left the ring, smacking hands as she walked back up the aisle with exuberance despite her own pain.