Stacy Celestial(D) VS. Katsumi Oshiro

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Stacy of course wanted no pity. She had made that clear from the very start of this long, brutal match. All eyes were on the two of them, but this was their moment together, and theirs alone. A dominant, cocky punk princess, and a helpless, battered rookie. This was the final scene of their battle dance.

Stacy struggled to react in any way at all, completely in Katsumi's grip. Still, the rookie managed to whisper a quiet "thank you" in response to having earned such a privilege. She had gotten to be intimate in a way Katsumi had never seen, and that was a memory she would cherish.

Stacy screams out in pain, the full force of Katsumi's fit, sweaty body applying a full-body torture rack as the crowd crescendo'd. Stacy made no reply to the ref, and even if she had started to, the punk princess wasn't having it. After one last curl of intense pain, Stacy came down hard, slamming chest-first against the mat, bouncing up and then planting face down, completely lifeless, hit by one of the most incredible finishers she had ever witnessed, let alone felt, The Nightmare Bomb! Stacy was nearly out cold, all that remained was for Katsumi to take her dominant victory over the infatuated rookie.

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The whispered gratitude sent a shiver down Katsumi's spine. What a series of firsts...

The moment would've been silent after the impact, were it not for the audience overloading the arena with their hype. It was deafening; wall-shaking. The rookie had shown heart, courage, and determination. She fought through so much punishment to try to stay in the game, to try to struggle against the odds, to survive. But in the end, the Punk Princess wouldn't be denied. And now, Stacy Celestial, in her debut, lie facedown on the mat, motionless.

The rest was a formality, some might say.

To Katsumi, the rest was the entire point of their struggle.

She turned over onto hands and knees from her seated position, looking down at the supple body of her rival. Taking her left leg, at the knee, she lifts the limb to pull the girl over onto her back, then let the limb fall flat. Now, with Stacy supine and fully open to her, Katsumi could truly admire her. The beautiful, sparkling trunks and bralet she's wearing, her fit body glistening with sweat, highlighting every subtle contour of muscle along her stomach, shining the curvature of her chest. The pretty face, vulnerable and just breathing. The way the hair mats to her brow, the ends of her follicles wet.

Katsumi adjusts her position, bringing her knees to the area of mat between Stacy's legs. She reaches down, taking the girl's wrists to lift them, one at a time, letting the arm hand before releasing it to drop further away from her body. Then she reaches low with the left arm, gathering Stacy's leg under neath the knee. Leaning forward, Katsumi lies her body over the other girl's meticulously, pulling the knee high and to the side, letting her foot hang in the air. Her hips press firmly between the girl's legs, with a soft, subtly sharp inhale from the punkette. She settles her toned belly against Stacy's stomach, embracing the wet warmth of her skin against her own. Breasts mash into breasts, unabashed about the full body contact.

She lifts her head with a jerk, whipping her long hair back to curtain collectively along the right side of her face. Finally, she brings her right forearm to press into Stacy's cheek, turning her face away to pin it dominantly against the mat.

Katsumi lifts just enough at the upper-chest to keep her head raised, staring with vicious confidence at the camera. Her smile is wicked. Arrogant. Self-satisfied. A predator poised over her prey. Every point of contact between their bodies feels electrical and hot, and her heart races wildly against Stacy's breast.

The referee-girl drops beside the pair, hesitantly starting the count.

Her hand strikes the mat, and Katsumi nods along with it.

The audience shouts the count back into the ring.

"ONE!"

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All that was left for the crowd to do was admire the scene of absolute devastation, though Katsumi made sure they had plenty more to cheer. Katsumi placed her body over her lifeless opponent, her beauty shining bright as she took her dominant pose on top.

Stacy's mind was nearly blank, feeling only pain and Katsumi. Her warmth, her strength, her soft skin... Katsumi was all that mattered to the rookie in that intimate moment. The punk princess put the cherry on top by pressing her forearm into Stacy's cheek, showing her dominance as if claiming the rookie's defeated body. Stacy's heart raced to match Katsumi's, her breath the only sign that she still clung to life in the ring.

"TWO"!

The ref counts for utter formality sake. She could just as easily have ruled this an absolute KO.

THREE!

The ref looks relived, ringing the bell to signal the end of the match, and finally an end to the punishment Stacy fought through at the hands of the dominant punk princess. Stacy had become her opponent's biggest fan, not the debut she expected, but one she loved. Her moment with Katsumi, just the two of them in the ring... a feeling she would never forget.

Winner by pinfall: Katsumi Oshiro