Here Be Monsters: Fran Douglas (D) vs Katsumi Oshiro

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That involuntary yelp was practically musical to Katsumi. Their combined bodies hit the mat hard, and though neither girl weighs much, the testament to the impact is the rattling of the ropes and their connected metallic links, the way their bodies rebound together briefly off the mat before settling. Sure, that didn't exactly feel great on her forearms, but God was that additional impact-driven squeeze so delicious to her spiteful heart.

It's not enough, though.

Fran belittled her. Disrespected her, in her moment. Tried to steal from her. She wants her humiliated.

So with Fran lying flat on her back, her head tilted with clear, pained grimace, Katsumi positions herself against her. She slides her body over her a little further, enough to align her hips against the other girls, belly-to-belly, the curvature of her chest pressing tight into Fran's breasts. Her right hand grabs onto the blonde's left bicep to push the limb down to the mat securely, while she pushes Fran's face to the side from the left, her wrist pressing firmly into her cheek to turn her face away to the audience.

It's a clearly provocative pin, designed to assert dominance over the other girl. And after the punishing blow she just endured, it might work. But whether it does or doesn't isn't necessarily the point. Katsumi wants her to know she's beneath her. She wants her to know she's being dominated tonight on her debut. That her body belongs to her in this ring; a jungle cat asserting her territorial claim over a challenger. It wouldn't take too much for Fran to raise her right shoulder to break the pin on a technical basis, but this audience gets to see the new girl held down like this for however long the pin lasts.

Katsumi's head lowers, bringing her lips closer to the girl's conveniently close ear to murmur: "You really thought you had something special, huh?"