L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Fuko was pissed as she held her face in pain. "I'll call you whatever I like, cow! You just broke my nose, you skank!" Fuko replied. By the time she lowered her hands Kurumi was already clocking her, dealing yet more damage to her nose and causing more blood to drop to her breasts.

Whilst Kurumi punched away at Fuko's stomach she had begun to tolerate the pain. Getting ready to now deliver a haymaker to Kurumi's nose for some payback and hopefully knock the cow down.

Kurumi with every hit she gave, she got more upset, Fuko just called her cow, as an insult, something that really hurt, being a farm girl it wasn't that much, but it still hurt anyway, but in a moment, she would be hit in the nose, making her fall on her back against the ring, complaining a lot about it and noticing that her nose was bleeding, getting up and passing her glove over her nose, cleaning it and with her glove now with blood, she would prococate Fuko.
"come on table, if you want to call me a cow you have to earn it!!!"

Fuko smiled at her successful hit and drawing of blood but she was still pained from Kurumi's assault. It pissed Fuko off to hear Kurumi continuing to call her flat by referring to her as a table. "TABLE?! Well apparently this table was curvy enough to knock you out last time, fatty!" Fuko rushed forward with a punch aimed at Kurumi's tits. "I've still got better boobs than your weak udders!"

Kurumi although with a heavy blow on her nose, she was still in very good condition, when Fuko kept mocking her and her defeat to Fuko's breasts, Kurumi seemed more annoyed than before, seeing then Fuko's fists going straight against her, Kurumi would take the blow, just to have Fuko close and hold her, so as to hit her body.
"no matter how good your breasts are, if you can't take advantage of them they're useless then!"

Fuko after hitting Kurumi seemed to be lured into a trap as Kurumi then returned the favour with a strike to her breasts. "Grr. Maybe but at least they're still better than your cheap implants!" Fuko said before throwing a left hook to Kurumi's cheek, in the hopes to stun her and set her up for a combo.

Kurumi was still in trouble, her clinch didn't go so well, being now only with the possibility of hitting Fuko hard in the breasts, and although she obviously threw that blow against her, Fuko would soon throw a deep punch in her cheek, hitting this one very close to her jaw, leaving her somewhat dizzy, and staggering, seeing somewhat blurred Fuko, who seemed to have something in mind, so Kurumi would only say to her.
"You......Pettan.....whitout......skill"
before placing her fists badly in a way to defend her head and face.

Fuko continued to get angrier at Kurumi, as the cow was still insisting she was flat. "Well at least I don't have oversized udders like you, fatty!" Fuko yelled going in for jabs to Kurumi's boobs once more, piling shots on. Left, left, right, left, right left, left, right, in a seemingly endless barage. Truth be told Fuko probably could punch those fat bags that had once beaten her, all day.

It seemed that breasts were a particular point of animosity in this rivalry, considering the smother match history of it and the wrestlers' comparable boob sizes it seemed they always wanted an opportunity to show their breasts as better. Fuko was taking that opportunity to beat on Kurumi's milkers as much as she could.

Kurumi was just taking a good look at the whole situation, feeling her breasts being butchered with blows, making her moan a little, after many blows, she would finally be back, pushing Fuko to give her some space, and seeing for a few moments her breasts, these would be red, feeling......... Excited.

"Great..... Now I have a reason!"
Kurumi would say with a smile, before starting to take her traditional boxing stance.

Fuko was shoved away by Kurumi after her rapid fire blows when she heard Kurumi seem happy about the damage done. "What? A reason to lose again?!" Fuko cried out before rushing at Kurumi with a fist reared back.

Kurumi would see how Fuko seemed to think that she was ready to be a masochist and be beaten until she was defeated, but when Fuko lunged at her, Kurumi would try to intercept her attack with a hook with all her strength against Fuko's stomach, even if she managed to hit it, she would force her more, trying to lift her up from that place.