Chiaki vs Azura: Lightweight Bikini Battle

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Chiaki was thrown badly off balance by Azura's dropkick. The loose and uneven sand did nothing to help matters either. The gamer girl had thought that having gone for a dropkick, the time that Azura would need to stand up would give the pinkette enough time to steady herself. But as a very athletic dancer, Azura was able to get up far faster than Chiaki was ready for.

Azura charged, and Chiaki knew that she'd probably need some luck to get out of this one clean. Luck that would not come, as Azura's foot found its mark, and buried itself into Chiaki's soft tummy. "Guh!" Chiaki grunted as her feet skidded backwards in the sand and her body doubled over. The streamer fell to her knees and loosely wrapped her arms around the songstress' leg. Its presence to lean on being the only thing stopping Chiaki from collapsing into the sand entirely.

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Azura's foot dug itself deep into Chiaki's stomach, forcing a groan out along with what seemed to be a good portion of air from her lungs. The impact got a wince from the crowd at the sight, but the Songstress's face remained stern, only sparing Chiaki an uninterested glance as she crumpled against Azura's leg. "Hm..." Even with all that damage the woman still clung weakly to Azura's leg, still fighting against the tide. Well, you have my respect for your resilience. She mused. But that only means I'll have to work that much harder to break it. Her expression sharpened, void of pity or remorse as she casually pulled her leg back and out of Chiaki's weak grip.

The crowd was silent, on edge as they watched the Songstress's next move, murmuring on the condition of her opponent. Azura ran a hand through her hair, shaking out a bit more sand as she thought on her tactic, letting out an annoyed sigh. "Well then..." She quickly positioned herself for the next move, standing over Chiaki placing her feet against Chiaki's bare ankles, moving to grab Chiaki by the neck while she was down and force her into a painful dragon sleeper.

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Since Chiaki was able to stay at least somewhat upright solely due to the presence of Azura's leg to lean on, it was only natural that when the songstress pulled her leg away, Chiaki fell face first into the sand. And soon after Azura had pulled the gamer girl's body up out of the sand and locked her into a dragon sleeper. Chiaki's head was bent back as she was choked by the arm Azura had wrapped around her throat.

Now Chiaki was a face, and a genuinely good person at that. But that did not mean she was naïve or stupid. Chiaki was a woman of sharp wit and cunning, traits necessary for a woman as good at video games as she was. After all, she had to outthink opponents as much as she had to outplay them. Chiaki could apply similar principles here. She knew for a fact that Azura would not accept if she submitted. The songstress had said as much, and Chiaki knew she wasn't bluffing. Even if she hid it on her face, the pinkette still felt th emotion in her kicks. Azura was angry. She wanted to push Chiaki further.

So, Chiaki weakly pulled at Azura's arm, coughed and gagged a bit from the choke, and then reached down to Azura's side and tapped out. She knew that Azura would deny the submission though. In fact, Chiaki was counting on Azura to not accept her admission of defeat in order for her to win. This mind game was twofold. First, the immediate lowering of Azura's guard. After all, why would someone who had seemingly just given up start fighting back again? But, assuming that Azura didn't accept the submission, Chiaki would take hand she had just tapped with, and tense into a knife edge position, then jab it right into Azura's ribcage.

In the moment Chiaki would receive from her sneak attack, the gamer girl would then go to pull Azura's arm off of her throat, then turn her body and swing her legs around to reverse the songstress into a bodyscissor. "I learned that one from Koto-chan," Chiaki would say with a smirk. At this point the long term effect of Chiaki's mind game would reveal itself. Again, assuming she fell for Chiaki's ploy, Azura will have lost a literally guaranteed victory because the gamer girl knew that she would and chose to exploit it. Something that Chiaki was confident would plague the songstress' mind as the match carried on.

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Coiling River. That was the name Azura gave this maneuver. Usually used to weaken an opponent, but Azura maintained the dragon sleeper and pulled hard along Chiaki's back and neck to try and force out dread or panic in the girl as she narrowed her eyes toward the girl. The few bits of gagging were a decent sign of her hold's effectiveness, but it was clear the girl was trying to keep her composure. Chiaki's expression hadn't changed much as she was trapped, but it didn't take long for her to start tapping. Honestly... Azura's eyes twitched, and she started to pull on Chiaki's neck even further, as if trying to bend the girl's spine in half. "I told you I won't stop unt- GHRK!"

A sharp pain along Azura's side cut off her scolding. Chiaki's hand went from tapping to attacking, plunging itself deep into Azura's ribs and forcing the Songstress to jolt to the side in pain, a motion Chiaki took advantage of and immediately put all her effort into prying Azura's arm off. "You-!" Azura gritted her teeth, resisting the instinct to bring her free hand to lock up with her choking arm from behind Chiaki's back, pulling hard and tight.

Azura's arm remained locked.

"Did you think a cheat ploy and weak gambit was going to save you?" Azura's words were sharp, the anger and annoyance rising in them. "That's going to cost you. Dearly." No more games. Azura was set to end this girl's poor tactics with her own. Already behind Chiaki, and shifted her legs, each one coiled within the sand and around Chiaki's legs and ankles before moving to have her hands grab onto Chiaki's shoulders before tilting her hold body back. The clear setup of her Romero Special finisher. She just needed to tip back...

"Beg." She hissed. "Beg for mercy and I'll let you have it after you endure this."

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Chiaki's fingers pierced their way into Azura's ribcage, earning a sharp yowl from the songstress that cut short her declaration of no mercy. Chiaki was ready to go. She immediately grabbed Azura's arm and went to pry it off of her throat... except it didn't come off. The bluenette held her grip. And now, she wasn't bothering to hide it anymore. She was openly pissed.


Chiaki felt Azura's legs snake around her own. She tried to kick away, but the legs of the songstress were clearly stronger. And only then did Azura release her dragon sleeper so that she could grab the gamer girl by her shoulders. Chiaki fought and squirmed but to no avail. And soon enough, Azura was rolling back and lifting Chiaki up into a Romero Special.

"AGH!" Chiaki cried out as her shoulders and hips were yanked down, and her back was bent into halves. "F-fine. You win. What do you want me to say?" said Chiaki. The fact that Azura had eaten a sneak attack that caught her completely off guard and still maintained her dragon sleeper told Chiaki that she was probably further outclassed than she had thought. It was probably in her best interest to take what mercy was still on the table for her.

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With her hands on Chiaki's shoulders and her legs slowly propping her up Azura had gonna' Chiaki in position for Lake's Surface. The small cry she got from the initial position brought a small smile to her lips, but she soon scowled at Chiaki's spoke. "I don't want you to say anything." Azura spat out, thrusting her legs out a little further up. "I want you to scream it." And to really force out that scream, Azura started to move her hands to grab along Chiaki's neck and pull her down, turning her Romero Special into a dragon sleeper combo, Lake's Depth.

"Now beg for my mercy."

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Chiaki asked what Azura wanted her to say because she knew that it was somewhat common for people in the bluenette's position to demand their victims to say something specific as part of their begging. Such as openly proclaiming inferiority, or admitting to something humiliating that may or may not be true. But that did not appear to be the case here. Chiaki could beg for mercy however she wanted, as loud as she did it loudly.

One problem with that though, was Azura shifting into a Romero Dragon Sleeper. Now, with Chiaki's neck being grasped by Azura's hands, screams did not come to the gamer girl. "C-can't. Cho-king," Chiaki wheezed out. If Azura let her, Chiaki would give the songstress what she asked for. But now, she tried to substitute by tapping out with violent, aggressive hand motions. Pounding into the sand. Screaming with her hands, as it were.

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"... ... ..." Azura could feel a vein start to pop around her head. Even now- Her grip tightened, and she pulled at Chiaki's shoulders even harder at the comeback. She let out a sharp hiss from her teeth, eyes narrowed into slits toward the Gamer. She as done playing nice now. No, she was done showing any more signs of mercy and respect. Be it a result of her own tactics of Chiaki's need to resist, Azura's mind already started working a plan to coax a truly humiliating defeat for this girl. Even as Chiaki tapped the Songstress's eyes remained cold. The referee again asked Azura if she was going to accept the surrender, their voice on edge as they practically begged for it in Chiaki's stead. However, Azura only responded by dropping Chiaki, practically tossing her to the side.

Then, without another word, she rolled up to her knees next to Chiaki, moving to snatch the girl's top from behind and undo the ropes with a rough, spiteful yank.

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Chiaki had thought that Azura had accepted her submission when the songstress released her and tossed the gamer girl to the side. Azura hadn't actually said that she had, but Chiaki assumed that Azura letting her go in response to the pinkette's tapping meant pretty much the same thing. So as Chiaki laid gasping in the sand, holding her throat, Azura going for her top took her by total surprise.

"Wait! What?! NO STOP!" Chiaki screamed as a practical tug of war began for her bikini top. The gamer girls groaned in pain as her breasts were tightened and squeezed against her body as Azura pulled her top back. "PLEASE STOP! i BEG YOU! BEG YOU!" Azura had undone Chiaki's top, leaving it held up covering her chest only by the gamer girl's own hands.

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In one hard, swift motion Azura's hand practically snapped the string keeping Chiaki's bikini together. There was no remorse, hesitation, or guilt in the Songstress's eyes as she felt the resist of the string release in a single snap of fabric. The panicked screams and pleads of her opponent did little halt her act, and the whistles of hoots of the crowd following the reveal of Chiaki's exposed breasts only had Azura sneer in annoyance and disdain. The girl's screams were finally ringing out. Her goal had been met, and Chiaki was now left begging, covering her chest with her hands as if they'd double as the bikini top she lost.

But Azura only gazed at Chiaki in spiteful scorn.

The screams and panic she wanted to see moments ago now only annoyed. All the effort it took to get her opponent to this point should had felt satisfying, but it only left a black pit of contempt in her heart, and she had to resist scowl even further than she was. I almost wished I choked you out now... almost. The venomous thought only darkened her expression further as she approached Chiaki from behind. "Beg if you must." She hissed out. "But this ends when I decide to end it." Before this match ended she was going to break this girl. To make her an example of what happens to those that anger her.

Her hands moved fast toward Chiaki, intent to snatch her from behind into a full nelson position. From there... the real humiliation would start.