Katsumi Oshiro vs. Kana Kasama

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"Wait?," asks Katsumi. Her right fist props to her hips as they cock to the side, an eyebrow raised. "After you made us wait on you? Do you even own a watch?" It's not that she has nothing but contempt for her opponent. She's genuinely annoyed with her due to a perceived lack of respect for the business itself, but that's the extent of it. Still, she has a dominant image to push tonight, and Kana's the poor girl who's going to bear the brunt of it.

She begins approaching, each step at a confident sashay. If Katsumi is concerned at all about Kana springing something surprising at her, she doesn't show it. At this particular point in time, the Punk Princess is the embodiment of self-certainty. And when she reaches Kana, the first order of business is to draw her right arm back.

Unless she moves or defends, a loud *SPAK* rings out in the arena as Katsumi's chop slashes against Kana's chest! Nothing was held back, the force of the strike seeing the slender girl doing a full quarter turn in follow-through.

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Kana would be resting against the ropes as her opponent came near. Each step making kana more and more nervous. She would hear her opponents reasoning and couldn't help but spitefully agree with it.

Kana was not ready to reverse or anything as her opponent came close enough to stand face to face with her. Kana would look her in the eyes before they widened in pain behind the loud chop made a nearly echoing smacking sound. Kana would howl at the feeling of her breast stinking and getting warmer, luckily her costume stayed put. her cleavage was visible but that was already established before the chop leaving a dark red mark across the top of both breasts.

It seemed as though Katsumi held nothing back with that either as the girl span a bit with the follow-through of her attack. The crowd let out a sympathetic "OOooh!" As kana would try to bring her hands up to cover her chest and rub a hand on the now red hot slap mark. She would whimper as she was trapped in the corner with nowhere to go so all she could do at this point was cover and attempt to protect her most recently attacked area.

[CyanDimitrik]

That... had to hurt. And that might sting for a while yet, Katsumi considers. But she's glad. That gets to be a reminder. In fact, she's going to ensure it is. Turning to face the platinette again, she sharply grabs for Kana's chin to force her head back, attempting to lock eyes with her.

"Never keep me waiting again." After a beat, she adds more quietly, "Or your audience."

The girl's face would then be released in favor of reaching for her arms to drape over the ropes at either side and leave her body open. No more chops are to come for the rest of the night, she's decided. That one powerful chop will be it; that's Kana's to keep. But the rest of her body is open for business.

She hates to admit it, too, but Kana has a good body; she's pretty. Deconstructing her in the ring is probably more of a thrill for the audience than normal. She's fine with that. There's always some latent sensuality in women's wrestling.

She grabs for the middle ropes and bends forward. Her arms pump, and her shoulder lunges in to crash against Kana's belly!

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Kana would stand there wining and whimpering as her opponent grabbed hold of her chin forcing eye contact. She would quickly nod as she was given an order to be on time to matches from now on.

Kana would than be easily placed into the next position as she was draped against the corner with her arms over the top ropes. The red mark remained on her chest and most likely would stay somewhat red till it was eventually pink throughout most of the match.

Kana would take a deep breath as she saw her opponent grab the middle ropes and ram forward with her shoulder aiming directly at Kana's defensless quivering belly. Kana would let out another wheezing gasp as the first hit knocked nearly all of the wind out of her. Spittle flew from her mouth and onto the back of her opponent as well as on the mat floor. Kana would try to protest but all she could do was weakly paw at Katsumi's back and let out weak and nearly silent whispers and whimpers.

[CyanDimitrik]

That... that was a surprising turn for Katsumi. She can't say she's ever had a situation like that come up, not in her four years' experience in professional wrestling. She just sassed off to a girl, and the girl, in a display of meekness the Punk Princess doesn't even have a frame of reference for, only nodded?

Is she going too hard on her?

These are the things she's thinking about as she ground her shoulder hard into Kana's stomach. The audience was loving the brutality, and in a not-insubstantial way, so did Katsumi. Sometimes there'd be skill mis-matches in her old federation and she'd really get to unleash on someone, but this is the first time with LAW.

Or is she judging her too quickly?

Katsumi eases the pressure on the girl's midsection and moves her left hand to her shoulder in an attempt to really lock eyes with her. The look Kana gets isn't one of ferocity or malice this time, nor even of judgment. She's just sincerely trying to get a feel for her opponent. It's on the tip of her tongue to ask if she's okay. Just on the tip. But everything in her is insisting she stick to the plan.

It's slight. It's subtle. Maybe Kana won't even notice it, but Katsumi's hand at her shoulder gives a gentle squeeze. Just a little something.

It's back to business after! Katsumi races up the ropes, keeping Kana trapped there in the corner. Once perched on the top ropes, one boot on either stretch of cable, she hops into the air and twists to face the poor girl. Her boots kick out to attempt nailing her in the shoulderblades and bear her down to the mat beneath her feet in a brutal, falling, top rope doublestomp!

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Kana would feel the pressure easing on her belly and would wonder what was going on at this point. She would feel the girls hand move to her shoulder. The gesture was not a claw or a nerve pinch that Kana was expecting, no it was a somewhat passionate and supportive squeeze almost saying non-verbally that kana was going to be okay and that everything was going to be alright... And than it was right back to the match.

Kana would be in a confused daze as Katsumi climbed the ropes faster than she had ever seen. She would notice that the ropes slightly bounced once before she felt a deep and sharp pain explode in her shoulder blades. Kana would come crashing down onto her front being used as a doormat for her opponent as she landed right on her back. Kana would scream out in pain and in anger but mostly pain. "AHHHH!!! YOU BITCH!" Kana would scream the obscenity loud and clear for the crowd to hear as she laid there in pure pain. She would than bite her own tongue to keep from continuing to curse her opponent. All she could focus on now was the pain she felt in her back from being stomped on and the pain in her front from the impact with the mat.

The crowd seemed to love the flashy move though as they erupted excitedly at Kana's pained reaction. They must be holding quite the grudge on her tardiness.

[CyanDimitrik]

As soon as Kana's body hit the mat, the Punk Princess gingerly skipped off of her form. Standing a couple feet in front of her, she scuffs her boots along the mat as if wiping off the soles/kicking up dirt in her opponent's face. Her right fist thrusts into the air at that, nodding to the audience and drinking in their support.

God, she rarely got the audience behind her so much, especially against a girl she's certain is usually the baby in the ring. Well, the baby minus some particular choice words just now! But those choice words are oddly reassuring to Katsumi - the girl has some fight in her!

Turning sharply, Katsumi hooks her hands under Kana's arms to drag her a little further along the mat before pulling on her shoulder to roll her onto her back. From there, she simply drops her body overtop hers. Katsumi's bare, toned belly presses into Kana's face, her breasts nestled against her opponent's, and her hands folded neatly over Kana's stomach to press down for the pin.

"Count it, ref'!"

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Kana would kick slightly as her arms were hooked and she was dragged out from the corner and into the center of the ring where Katsumi planned ok ending the match early.

Kana would have nothing to do with that. She had disappointed the crowd enough with her tardiness, she couldn’t let the match end this early.

Kana would feel katsumi’s toned and smooth stomach press against her face, Kana had to appreciate the feeling of that and katsumi’s breasts pressing against her own but kana has an idea up her sleeve. She would hear the ref drop on the mat and begin the count.

“ONE!”

Right after one, Kana would attempt to roll over and reverse the pin hoping to catch Katsumi by surprise. Although the pin may not work as Katsumi was still fresh, it would show that kana still had some fight in her and she wasn’t to be pinned that easily. “NOW you can count it ref! She would say mockingly as she would try to stay atop Katsumi, grinding her abs into her opponents face pushing down on her stomach with her hands in order to pin and push some breath out of her.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi didn’t necessarily expect Kana to stay down for the count. In fact, she hoped she didn’t. She had a lot to showcase. This pin was more about dominance, posturing over a weaker girl, and potentially turning up the heat for the audience. She may not be a slut for the federation, but the audience will get a show. There’s something innately hot about women wrestling - she gets that. That doesn’t cross any lines for her. Hell, the cheers coming from the audience are very personal compliments; she’s desirable. Or at the very least, she looks good pinning someone.

A sly smile is cast to the audience as the referee begins the count. Her palms press in a little more against Kana’s stomach - when suddenly everything changes. Kana comes to life and twists, reversing positions with Katsumi! The Punk Princess’s surprise and disapproval come out in only a girlish squeak! She suddenly finds Kana’s abs flush against her face, her breasts mashing against hers, and her hands pressed into Katsumi’s exposed midsection. And the icing on the cake? She goes on to call for the ref’ to count, totally stealing her thunder.

“One!”

Katsumi is still processing when the referee’s hand hits the mat. It raises to hit a second time when Katsumi twists into Kana’s body, raising a shoulder to break the pin.

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Kana would smile at the crowd as she pinned Katsumi knowing they loved the view. The ref would hit the mat once before Katsumi managed to get a shoulder up off the mat breaking the pin.

Kana would roll off of Katsumi and pound the mat in frustration as she hoped she could end the match thanks to the element of surprise. That was not the case here though.

Once kana was off of Katsumi, she would attempt to roll as far away as possible and would attempt to escape a direct following attack. She would stand in her corner in a crouched stance waiting for Katsumi to approach. “You got lucky there. Next time you won’t break the pin!” She would taunt.