Championship Title Match: Kirin vs Akashi

3 fall title bout. Foe must be brought to orgasm, pinned, and submit to lose.


The big (mostly) soft milf burst out of the entrance to the ramp, throwing up her hands and letting her overall bouncy body jiggle for the fans, belt snug on her belly even after they expanded it out a bit for her. She wore her sky blue singlet for this match, favoring a pro style attire for this monumental of a match. She had a few bouts between her title and now, but technically no official challenges. Nothing quite so pay per view worthy as a woman built to her monumental build taking her for the title. She took her time hugging and shaking hands and kissing the odd cheek on her way down, sliding into the ring and waving proudly before handing the belt off to the referee, who held it up high and set it aside as Kirin rolled her shoulders readily. She was always excited to take on a larger girl.

Akashi inhaled deeply from the backstage as she heard the roar of the crowd. This was the biggest match of her career. This was the reason she had come to AFW. She had barely even slept a wink the night before. She was supposed to be nervous but Akashi was excited and full of energy. As her music began to play, she too burst out from the backstage and raised her fist high in the air. The crowd cheered her on, she wore her green spotted mawashi sash and a green sports bra, also respecting the match.

She charged into the ring, slapping hands as she zoomed past the cheering crowd. She slid into the ring and hopped up. She looked at Kirin and then closed her eyes for a few seconds. After taking in the scene, she inhaled deeply and began to perform the pantomine of the ring cleansing cerimony done in traditional sumo matches. When she was finished, she looked at Kirin again with a burning fire in her eyes. 'Yoko-mama!" She declared. "Finally we can meet in a proper stage. My stomach burns with the fire of a thousand flams of unquenchable passion! I will show you my fighting spirit! So You had better bring every last ounce of strength you have!"

She then crouched low and lifted her leg high into the air and shouted as she slammed it down hard, reverberating the mat for a few seconds. She took her sumo stance and eyed Kirin. "I won't rest until I have climbed the highest mountain, Yoko-mama." She said as she waited for the signal to begin.

Kirin sat back in her corner, giving Akashi polite space for her ritual. She giggled when addressed. "Yoko-mama, Sumo-mama, Big Softy... the things the girls have started calling me at this league," she chuckled fondly. "Though I suppose it means I'm popular with the girls, which's what I'm really here for."

Kirin let out more open and husky laughter after Akashi's words. "Oh of course. They're important to me, but loving these girls doesn't mean I'm letting this go easily."

She kept her own grappling stance, respecting Akashi's style and strength but knowing better than to try and match her in it. Their last match in the contendership tournament had been an all or nothing gamble by Akashi, but Kirin had barely walked away from it. She knew the girl had weight, strength, and skill all not far from her own, and she was going to take her seriously. "Tallest mountain..." she thought idly. "Yea... guess that'd be me..."

The bell sounded and Kirin would try to circle with Akashi, hoping to put her stance off balance from its usual directness and find an angle to better throw her around at.

Akashi was eager to get her hands on Kirin and when the bell sounded, she dashed forward, looking to engage the plump milf in a sumo style grapple. She was surprised, when Kirin chose instead to circle and had to turn her body awkwardly to try and grab on to one of Kirin's arms.

Kirin would smirk confidently, gripping Akashi's arm in reply with her own hand and swinging herself bodily in a half-spin, trying to whip Akashi at the ropes. She'd have the move readied so that she would rush after her hurled foe, trying to clothesline her heavily barely after she rebounded from the ropes

Akashi gasped as she was caught and sent flying towards the ropes. Not something she was accustomed too. Unfortunately before she could barely gatherheself and run, she saw Kirin right there and was clotheslined hard onto the mat, groaning. and looking up, partially dazed. "Shit..." She muttered as she tried to recover quickly.

Kirin smiled just a bit at her success, thick arm slamming the sumo to the mat so effectively. She'd turn back to grab Akashi by the arm with one hand, the hair with the other (just as a lever, not really pulling), and trying to force her prematurely to her feet. She'd grab her by the arms when she did, attempting to heave the fellow heavyweight aside with a belly to belly suplex

Akashi didn't resist as she was pulled up by the big milf. She panted hard but when Kirin went to grab her other hand, Akashi aimed a palm strike at Kirin's shoulder to stun her. "No!" She yelled and reached out to grab Kirin's arm and whip her to the ground with it.

"Hn!" Kirin grunted as she was thrown more off balance than truly hurt, but it made her a prime target for the arm pull to the mat. She fell on her hip, grunting again on impact and trying to right herself quickly.

Akashi huffed when she threw Kirin to the ground. She wasn't sure how well she'd fair with the big milg in a grapple on the ground, but knew she couldn't press the attack. She tried to guide Kirin into a head lock as se was standing, hoping she could stun her further with a quick DDT.