Elena Volkov vs Katsumi Oshiro

[ElenaVolkov]

That kick out took what little Elena had left from her system and now all she could do was to wait patiently for her opponent to put her to bed once and for all. Even though Elena’s leg was released, she was still firmly under Katsumi’s control as her opponent was practically breathing on her, her whole body grinding against Elena’s and keeping her under firm control, preventing her from moving an inch. Not that Elena could move an inch either, she was heavily breathing with her mouth wide open and was barely able to understand her bearings.

Just like that, Elena was then lifted up upside down in a classic piledriver position. Elena quickly hooked her own arms around her opponent tight waist as to prevent them from just flopping around and potentially getting injured in the execution. That was arguably the only action she could take in that predicament as the way Katsumi set up the tombstone left little to no room for reversals. And so Elena just waited for the inevitable, stuck upside down, face pressed against her opponent’s lower waist… very much out of it both mentally and physically.

[CyanDimitrik]

It always struck Katsumi how few people would take proper precautions during tombstone piledrivers. So many people would just let those arms dangle, all flopsy and haphazard, practically begging to get landed on, twisted, tangled, and indeed, potentially injured. Katsumi, herself, didn't really have that problem - although not for any laudable reason. Panic in that position usually saw to the Punkette tightly clinging to her executioner, quite snug. But nevertheless, Katsumi is pleased that Elena is closing the circuit with her, so to speak.

Despite all pretense, Katsumi is quite proud of her record of never having actually injured an opponent. She doesn't intend to tonight, ether! But she does intend to put Elena down and out. This is the first in a three-piece combo.

Arms wind a little further around Elena's waist, until she's gripping onto her own elbows and biceps, easily feeling every contour and ridge of the blonde's abdominal tone through her thin singlet. And finally, Katsumi pops up onto the golden tips of her boots, and drops down back down with her, falling into seated position to spike Elena's head against the mat between her thighs. She holds onto the girl for several seconds after the impact, simply relishing that inevitable sensation of her body tightening and tensing against her, before likely going limp and pliable, just slumped upside-down against her body.

[ElenaVolkov]

As Katsumi falls back to the seated position, she drives Elena's head to the mat with deadly precision. Her body tightens for a moment from the force of the move before she goes limp, slumped upside down against Katsumi. The last remnants of her fight, even in her vulnerability, would show in some sort of slight twitch of her fingers or shallow and uneven breathing, refusing to fully dissipate despite exhaustion. She truly gave everything she had to this match, as she wanted to give everyone a good impression on her debut. Unfortunately for her, it didn't quite work out the way she envisioned it would.

Katsumi holds her in place, savoring the moment of victory while Elena's prone form just lies there, her chest barely rising and falling as she struggles for breath. This isn't just a picture of defeat but a dominant one at that, as Elena showed very little offense in the entire bout. Still, the effort it took to bring her down underlines her resilience and the grit the debutant posses, so it must count for something at least... right?

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi lets the cameras flash and immortalize the moment for several indulgent seconds, letting them highlight Elena's inverted body held snug against her. But finally, Elena gets to flop to the mat on her back.

The Punkette had originally planned to splash her prone and defenseless figure here, to squash the stomach she's been battering and beating all night. But she decides, with Elena already only barely firing off with muscle twitches, it's time to put her away. Not that she won't have a little fun in the process, first.

Twisting over, Katsumi perches on her knees and delicately unstraps the gloves from her hands; first the right, then the left. She lets them drop to the mat before turning her focus onto Elena, with the referee hovering closely. Her hands set to Elena's stomach, palms flat against the girl's abdominals.

The referee immediately drops beside them, deciding since Elena's shoulders are back against the mat and Katsumi's pressing into her, it counts as a pin.

"ONE!"

"Y'know, I might've just pinned you here. Nice and relaxed..."

"TWO!"

"...but that kick to the knee? No, you don't get off that easy."

"THR- what!"

Katsumi's hands quickly lift from Elena's stomach, refusing to let the third count happen yet. Instead, as they lower, they move to the blonde's shoulder and waist to roll her over onto her front. Katsumi swings a leg over to mount her backside, lower herself atop the blonde, and patiently twine her left arm in front of Elena's right shoulder and behind her neck, only to hook it forward beneath Elena's chin. With hips pressed tightly to her rear, Katsumi twists over to the left, forcing a noticeable, but mild arch in Elena's spine.

This isn't quite the Yokaidzume submission. Because she wants the focus of the hold not to be a compression of the shoulders or neck, but rather what comes next. Her right hand - the free hand, settles its palm to Elena's throat and slowly travels downwards, gliding along the girl's body - skirting to the side to avoid brushing directly over the swell of her breast - and brushing along her ribs. It slips forward, traveling in along her waist before settling against the pit of her stomach, fingertips feeling her bellybutton through the thin fabric of her singlet.

Once she's settled on a cluster of taut abdominal muscles, Katsumi's fingers suddenly push inwards and clench, squeezing and compressing her abs in an excruciating stomach claw!