Dash Sealgair vs Katsumi Oshiro: The Punk Princess vs The Rainbow Warrior!

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Dash groans, the rainbow haired fighter winded after those hard blows to her poor toned stomach, her lightweight abs certain to be sore and bruised after this match.

Her body slumped forward, chin resting on Katsumis shoulder, panting heavily. To her surprise, Katsumi grabbed her around her lower waist, propping her up and moving her out of the corner. Her words registered with Dash just before the squeezing started, the teen rookies eyes widening as Katsumi squeezed her once again, causing her back to arch, Dash groaning and crying out as pain flared up and down her back.

To make matters worse, Dash began to blush red as well, as the powerful bearhug caused their fronts, chest, stomach, and hips all pressed against each other, giving the two a good feel of each others bodies.

"Ahh! So...tight...not...not giving up!"

Dash yelled, shaking her head as the referee asked if she submitted, though with her arms trapped by Katsumis, she couldn't even reach for the nearby ropes, trapped in the tight and embarrassing hold!

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"Good!"

Katsumi's back arches, attempting to pull Dash slightly off her feet. Or more likely, just enough that her toes are touching the mat. Either way, the movement focuses the pressure more centrally on their midsections, with Katsumi's arms tightening in flex harder against her lower back.

"I don't want ya to!"

After several seconds of crushing the teenager's body against herself, she relaxes her spine again to rest Dash on her feet. The arms maintain pressure around her waist to keep her secure in the hug and ideally at her mercy, but she's giving her just a couple seconds to breathe and gather herself. To be sure, this isn't an act of lenience - it's just letting Dash refuel her air enough to make a more dramatic scream for the audience in a second, if she can squeeze one out of her!

The tightness comes rushing back, Katsumi's back arching again. She goes for a deeper clench, her heart pounding hard against Dash's breast. She shimmies the other girl in an effort to get her legs to spread and hike around her thighs, their hips locked hard together.

Katsumi's head tilts forward, trying to bring her cheek alongside Dash's, her lips hovering near her ear. "Come on, baby... almost over...," she purrs to her.

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Dash gasped, crying out as she was lifted just off her feet, her feet dangling as her taller opponent squeezed and lifted her tightly in the bearhug, the girls abs pressed and rubbing against each other with each squeeze. With her arms trapped, she can't do much to fight out of it, the tightening squeeze on her lower back making her back arch as she bites her lip, trying not to scream and waste more air.

When the hug relented, Kat putting Dash down enough for her feet to stand on the mat, the rainbow haired teen panting heavily, sweat dripping down her cheek as her cheek rested on Kats shoulder, head turned to pant against her cheek.

Then, just a few seconds later, the squeeze on her lower back started up yet again, causing Dash to scream out anew, shaking her head. This time though, the taller and stronger Kat adjusted Dash's position, the girls thighs on the opposite side of each of Kats own, as opposed to in the middle, causing their hips to touch and grind against each other like their abs were, making Dash blush in embarrassment.

"N-not...g-giving...u-up!" She stammered back, though in truth, she didn't know how much more she could take of this!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi was maybe enjoying it a little more than she technically needed to. Dash is a cute girl! Nice body, trim figure, spunky attitude! She's into that kind of thing! And squeezing her body so tightly against herself, focusing on the abdominal crush between them, the friction of her hips grinding into her own; it's a guilty pleasure. But hey, Dash earned a little.. well, a lot.. of squeezing contact by fighting back as hard as she has. And the audience is getting more than enough of an eyefull of their bodies locked together.

Katsumi's arms adjust, making sure Dash's arms are free. She doesn't want to risk any kind of injury in what's about to come, and she'd rather Dash have a chance to get a few critical gasps of air first. So it's a natural loosening around the waist by a few degrees as each arm swaps, the punkette's balance shifted to keep the teen braced against her. And when everything is done, Katsumi gives Dash a final, more pointed reward for surviving the crushing squeeze with a subtle shift of her hips, grinding herself tight between the other girl's legs. One firm, heavy pass of hips along hips, deliberately intended to tease her while their bodies remain locked together.

Then, finally, the belly-to-belly suplex. It couldn't be anything else, with how tightly pressed their belies are to one another. It's a skip into the air and a pivot, twisting around to angle Dash's body down to the mat, and leading her to land squarely upon her back with Katsumi's body slamming down directly upon hers. Breasts mash breasts, stomach crushing stomach, hips locked between Dash's legs.

Her arms finally withdraw from the other girl's waist. The left forearm pushes against her face, turning it aside to press her cheek against the mat. Her right hand takes Dash's wrist to pin that arm to the mat beside her head. Otherwise, Katsumi arches her body to remain in full contact with her. She whips her hair back, gathering the sweat-glistening tresses to frame the left side of her face as her head lifts, awaiting the referee's count for her signature, the Shutdown.