Wrestlers Are Weird - Katsumi Oshiro vs. Catalina Vicente Rematch

[CyanDimitrik]

The squeak was fun. The whole thing was fun. Pinning Catalina was fun, too. And now, holding the other girl, the one she'd sassed relentlessly in front of all these people, is a wonderful bow on the gift that was this evening. Her opponent didn't have to give her a rematch. But she's glad she did. She's glad she gave her the chance to prove she wouldn't get pinned in each of their encounters. A chance to make up for a perceived falter, a hitch.

It wasn't fair for Katsumi to think like this. She knows it isn't. There's no reason why anyone should think it's a failure on her part to be pinned by Catalina - the girl's good, she has experience, she has that pedigree. But that just makes tonight all the more meaningful.

Katsumi's arms tighten a little around the other girl as she feels her nuzzle in. It's sweet, unfiltered, unadulterated by the punkette's usual defensive smarminess or sarcasm. No barbs, no jabs, no rug-pulls. Her head tilts, rubbing her cheek lightly against Catalina's hair. The embrace is warm for multiple reasons - metaphorically, for the shared experience. But it's also literal; both are likely overheated from the match, hearts pounding against one another, but Katsumi doesn't care about that. It might even make it better, more in-the-moment, more passionate to feel the girl she'd just crushed and pinned affectionately held.

And that's just where she'll stay for a bit longer. Her bared hand brushes along the smooth, sweat-glistened skin of her back near the ribs before the arms tighten a little, simply to press the other girl's body into hers a little tighter. Chest to chest, stomach to stomach, heart to heart.