Royals Collide: Katsumi Oshiro vs Gabriel Vinlee

[CyanDimitrik]

It sounded amazing, hearing Gabriel moan out. Make of that what you will! But Katsumi just wanted that one last sound of anguish from her as she squeezed that captive thighs, kept that shin hooked backwards like a scorpion tail, and forced her spine into that horrid angle. Some audience members might have thought the sound was hot, sure. But every one of them knew it was caused by pain.

Whether or not that pain might've elicited some pleasure in the blonde, that's for the tabloids to speculate.

As far as Katsumi is concerned, however, she got what she wanted out of the moment. The pained moan and, to be sure, the painful position as well! But the referee has to get in the way of their good times, and Katsumi is snapped out of her revelry by the sudden count to force her to release the submission.

"Ah!," she squeaks, eyes widened. The leg is turned loose, and all at once, Gabby's spine would get to decompress. The aftershocks of the hold are entirely hers to enjoy for however long, though! "I released her, stop counting, damn!," she fusses, presenting both open palms to the referee.

Twisting around to look down at the blonde, she twists around to perch on her knees, her hips hovering over the other girl's rear. She leans in to wrap her arms snug around the blonde's midsection, her chest pressed in against Gabby's shoulders. The referee immediately sets to fussing again, but Katsumi is attempting to pull her up to her feet with her, belly-to-back.

"I like your style," she says candidly to her, whilst her lips are close enough to her ear. "But I'm gonna have to depose a queen tonight. You understand."

Her tone is light. Airy. Jokey. Then she adds more wryly:

"You've got crazy good abs, though, and I kinda hate you for it."

She's in a significantly better mood now.

The hold transitions to seize Gabriel by the wrist with one hand, the other hand set to her waist to spin her out to face her - and suddenly yank her in again, slinging her hard for the ropes at the far end of the ring in an irish whip. Katsumi will follow a couple steps after, ready to catch the blonde across the collar with a stiff clothesline!

[Hagen-Autem]

Her body shivered at the touch against her back—Katsumi’s modest bust pressed against her as her arms wrapped round Brit's bare waist in an embrace that Kasumi seemed to enjoy all too much.

Waves of euphoria and whistles swept through the ring as the affection blossomed. Seeing the viper’s statuesque body encircled and caressed by those arms felt almost too good to be true for the spectators. Things had escalated far too quickly, and Gabriel wasn’t ready for it; not after the abuse her leg had suffered, not whilst she was down on one knee, and certainly not whilst she was against the ropes, waiting for a move. It was almost amusing to guess what Kat was whispering into the English viper’s ear, while she glanced at her from the corner of her eye, with a furrowed, almost murderous brow.

Now she understood how some of her opponents must have felt when she raised the bar too quickly. Luckily for her, Katsumi stood up, ordering her to do the same by yanking her wrist. She seemed to want to fling her to the other side of the ring. However, what caught the blonde’s attention—as she limped throughout the whole process—was that Katsumi’s other hand remained on her waist; she noticed it, and, in a way, she didn’t like it. But she remained expressionless.

Now she knew which part of herself her rival liked.

Katsumi then hurled Gabriel with a spin that amplified the Irish Whip, but the blonde spun back the moment she was thrown, halting her momentum with a stomp and coming to stand face-to-face with Katsumi, holding her by the hand. Gabriel had that look that gets on your nerves.

She gave her a

accompanied by that iconic sparkle in her eyes. Something was going to go very wrong. Then yanked her arm with a sharp tug—the sort that made the British woman’s strength abundantly clear—while thrusting her knee forward, aiming a strike between her legs.

If Gabbie had hit her, her knee would have stayed there.