Ranked Match For Spot #2: Angel (#4) vs. Kirin Sumomo (#2)

Another night in the AFW, and Angel was once again taking the stage, her face plastered in a grin as she made her way down the ramp to the ring...

A grin hiding more than a few feelings of unease.

It had been some time since she had fought Akashi for her title at Summer Splash, and thoughts of the defeat still littered Angel's mind. It didn't help, either, that she had lost a ranking spot recently and dipped back down to the fourth place in the rankings. She wasn't happy about either of those things, and was determined as hell to get back up into the top three spots. The latina had her eyes squarely on the gold around Akashi's waist, and damnit, she was going to get that title one day!

Still though, tonight she was up against Kirin Sumomo, and while Angel was no doubt a fierce competitor, she couldn't help but be at unease at the thoughts of getting into the ring with her. She knew Kirin had quite a bit more experience than her, and definately had the size advantage against her. Her thoughts of her loss against Akashi were still stinging her too, the Latina not wanting a second loss to count against her.

She tried to push these feelings out of her head, Angel climbing into the ring and heading to her corner. She grinned wider, keeping up her normal cocky, confident attitude for her ways, leaning against her corner post, adjusting her gloves carefully as she waiting for her opponent to show.

Kirin came out in her usual blue and white one piece, waving to the fans. She filled out the swimsuit near bursting, wobbling with her movements around her bust, ass and belly. She had been a bit behind on matches but had little concern for being rusty. She had been out of practice for years before that, so more training and less actual matches shouldn't hinder her so much.

She'd hug a lucky boy or girl on the way before squeezing into the ring, leaning back on the ropes and bending them a bit with her weight and strength. "Hope you're ready to have some fun, honey," she said with a genuine smile. "Best of luck tonight."

Angel eyed Kirin up and down carefully as she came down to the ring. She knew this would a tricky match, but she was ready for it.

She nodded at Kirin, still wearing her cocky grin. "Back at ya..."

She rolled her broad shoulders as the bell sounded, moving in for Angel with her arms up and fingers wide, aiming to grapple the girl by inviting her with a test of strength, her standard start from her old pro days.

Angel was smarter than a lot of people gave her credit for; she didn't have her constant spot in the top five of the ranks for nothing, after all. She knew locking up with Kirin would probably be a bad idea, the older woman obviously had more strength than her.

With a bit of a smile, the Latina would move in towards Kirin, raising her arms as if she was going to accept the lockup. However, she would feint to the side just before their hands met, bringing up a quick, sudden kick to Kirin's stomach, hoping to feel the woman out and see just how sturdy she really was.

"Mmph!" Kirin let out a quick grunt from the kick, shaken a bit by the feint but certainly not unfamiliar with the tactic. At least she wouldn't feel so bad about the beating, then. She doubled up a bit, but used it as a shortcut, as it were. While she was bent over, she'd dig her feet into the mat and try to spear into Angel, bashing her back into the mat beneath her if possible

"Oof!" cried out Angel, as Kirin nailed her with the close spear and sent her to the mat, her weight dropping onto her. She groaned, thinking she was already in a bad spot, but the Latina was quick to think and act. A brief moment after Kirin landed on her, Angel's legs would snap up, trying to wrap themselves tight around her opponent's waist, trying to put the squeeze on her and cause her more than a little pain and discomfort.

Kirin winced and grunted as her big soft middle was squeezed by her opponent's legs. she'd brace her hands on the side of her opponent for balance, then switch them up to raise up and try to slap both palms down with her weight onto Angel's breasts, somewhere between a grope and a sumo palm

Another loud grunt came past Angel's lips as Kirin's hands smashed into her ample breasts. Her legs loosened from around Kirin's waist, not letting her go completely but not squeezing her too tightly, either. That had hurt quite a bit, and she hadn't been expecting Kirin to do that, either. She was rather tired of people using her tits like such an easy target, and she planned on getting back at Kirin for it.

That is, once the bigger woman got off of her, of course.

Kirin would try to grab at Angel's legs with one arm, the other resting on her breast still for balance. She'd pull at Angel's one leg, and if it felt loose enough, she'd slide out from them and release her breast, trying to wrap her arms around it and wrap pull back along the front of her body, trying to bend it up sideways from her body and work the thigh and knee