Katsumi Oshiro vs. Suzume Sheska

[Noob]

Her hair was already a constant mess but having it grabbed and yanked didn't help the smaller wrestler. Suzume yelped as she was painfully tugged to her feet by her hair and reluctantly got up. "Ahhh oww ouch stop!" She yelled, very clearly upset about the rough treatment. Things would only get worse for the brunette though as Katsumi positioned herself behind Suzume. Soon she found herself tangled in Kat's grasp and having a difficult time moving.

Suddenly Katsumi straightened up and Suzume felt a sudden burst of pain. "Haaaah! Nnnnng...ahhhh!" The woman squealed in response, now frantically flailing about. As she was wrenched back, the pain rapidly increased causing Suzume to cringe. "P...plenty...ahhh serious." She responded through grit teeth. She was held pretty well though so despite her constant moving there wasn't too much progress being made. Trying to keep her wits about her though Suzume soon stopped squirming and tried to quickly think of a plan. The first thing that came to mind was to use her untangled arm and drive her elbow right against the side of Katsumi's knee. She hoped that would at least get her to loosen the hold.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Good!"

Katsumi was having a great time with the match originally, even up to the point where Suzume was wrenching her arm. Yes, despite the pain! That kick to the head knocked something loose, though. It had to be corrected, and only a little forced humility would do! And now that she feels she's gotten that, Katsumi's smirk slowly adjusts back into a smile.

"Now don't be such a bitch and let's have fun!"

Katsumi does have her way with words.

The fist slams against the side of her knee, earning a yelp from the taller girl. "Ow! Bitch!" The word may have been fresh on her mind. But that's far less important than what she does in retaliation. The punkette twists suddenly, attempting to wrench harder on Suzume's midsection. But that's just the start of it. Her free hand moves from her opponent's waist to rise, then swing inwards to deliver a hammerblow against her unprotected tummy!

[Noob]

Suzume was hoping her attack would have caused Katsumi's hold on her to loosen. Much to her dismay it had the exact opposite effect. Her opponent pulled back, causing a fresh wave of pain to hit the smaller wrestler. "Aaaahhhh!" She cried out in surprise as she was being quickly stretched to her limits. Suddenly Suzume's loud squeal stopped as she was hit right in the stomach and felt most of the air leave her lungs. The woman's eyes widened and she gasped for air, unable to make much of a sound in the process as her mouth hung wide open.

For the moment Suzume was left speechless. She wanted desperately to respond to Kat's teasing and give her a piece of her mind but she was forced now to try and catch her breath while she attempted to pull away from the bluenette. Finally getting a bit of air back she was able to at least attempt a reply. "N...not fun." She whined before trying to pull forward and ram herself back. She wasn't sure which direction would work but she just wanted to try either ripping herself out of Katsumi's grasp or toppling the woman over. With her smaller frame though she wasn't sure the latter had much chance of success though.

[CyanDimitrik]

Maybe it's because of what she said before, and Suzume doing her sort of.. pained-wordplay. Perhaps it's because she's squirming and tilting, making it increasingly difficult to keep the hold in check. Or maybe it's because she likes Suzume, and even the tiny-hearted Grinch had a dog. Whatever the reason, Katsumi outright releases the hold and takes a step back from the mussy-haired brunette.

"Alright, alright. We'll play nice, sort'a. I still have to beat you up, though!"

Katsumi turns at this point, smiling confidently to the audience, arms raised and nodding to soak in their approval of the rough treatment of her foe. Not everyone is giving her approval, of course. Of the two of them, Katsumi certainly looks more the villain in the scenario. But cheers and boos alike are welcome to Oshiro-san.

Should Suzume wait long enough for Katsumi to finish her rotation to the audience, the punkette will resume facing her, hunkered down at a ready position.

[Noob]

Released from the hold, Suzume stumbled forward. She quickly brought her hand to her non-existent abs which had been stretched quite painfully. She wasn't sure if her struggling had worked or if it was just pity but of course Suzume assumed the former. "I've BEEN playing nice." The woman pouted as she flashed Katsumi a quick glare. It was of course the bluenette that started the match off with a cheep shot.

Suzume responded to the first part put she didn't have much to say about who would be getting beat up. So far she didn't put on a particularly strong showing but there was still plenty of time for that to change. It seemed she at least had some of the crowd on her side. "Hmmphh...Well if you think this is gonna be easy you're wrong!" she yelled to the bluenette. Almost immediately afterwards she'd lunge in looking to lock up with Katsumi.

Or course the smaller wrestler didn't intend to overpower her larger foe but she was hoping to get the chance to slip to the side of her foe and catch her in a tight headlock. After all she couldn't just sit back and take a beating the whole match.

[CyanDimitrik]

As soon as Katsumi turns to face her smaller foe, cocky smile on her face. But that smile is replaced with a brief 'o' of surprise, eyes widening as she's suddenly grappled! Her arms tangle with the frumpy-maned brunette, that moment of shock letting her opponent quite easily transition the lockup to a headlock! In short order, Katsumi's cheek is mooshed into Suzumi's breast, her arms looping the shorter girl's bare waist.

"Mnf! S-.. Suzu-chan..!," she protests in perhaps a smaller voice than would be expected of the Punk Princess.

It's fine when Katsumi is teasing the brunette and in control. When she's not, however, it completely throws her game. And to be fair, Suzume's cute, in that sweet-and-innocent kind of way. Seeing her even dressed down like this was a surprising enough pill to swallow!

[Noob]

With her arm tightening around Katsumi's neck, Suzume couldn't help but notice that she had yet another name. She liked Suzu-chan a lot better than the previous ones Kat had called her though. That wouldn't save the bluenette however. Suzume would quickly turn her body, shifting to Katsumi's side and shoving her face first to the canvas. The smaller wrestler would do her best to use what little weight she had to keep Katsumi firmly smushed against the ground. "Hah...ok...submission time." She soon mumbled as she prepared for her next move.

With her arm still in place, Suzume took her other arm too and would use both to crank Katsumi's head back as far as she could take it. Focusing on maintaining as much pressure on her opponent as she could, the brunette's tongue would ever so slightly poke out of the side of her mouth. It would take a few moments but as soon as Suzume remembered to she'd try to position herself to wrap her legs around one of Katsumi's arms in an attempt to limit much of the other woman's options.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi lets out a girly squeak when she's planted against the mat, followed by a pained cry as her head is pulled back. Her sinewy arms flail instinctively about, as if to grab the ropes! Those are still a little too far away. Unfortunately, that moment of flailing gave Suzume enough opportunity to restrain her left arm, trapping her!

On the plus side, Katsumi is no longer flustered from being mashed into Suzu-chan's boob. She's no longer timid!

"Let go let go let go!," squeals the punkette. Her free arm flails more before swinging in, attempting to grope about and find her fingers. If she can get purchase, her plan is to simply pull the fingers back to force her way free.

[Noob]

Suzume was surprised just how quickly her opponent had changed. Any semblance of the jerk who had given her a rough start to the math seemed to have been replaced by a squealing Kat. "No! Give up you dummy!" Suzume demanded before cranking back even harder. Despite her timid demeanor, Suzume didn't consider herself soft and was more than willing to continue until something decided to give. Whether it be Katsumi's will or her body was up to the punkette.

Despite her efforts however it was Suzume who would crack first. She let out a loud squeal as her fingers were bent back painfully. The smaller wrestler quickly pulled her hands back and frowned. "Ahhh oww oww...mean!" She pouted. Looking for a bit more payback Suzume would attempt to grab the hand that had just hurt her. She wanted to get a hold of both Katsumi's arms so that she could stand up step on the bigger wrestler's back. If she managed that then she could really put some pressure on Katsumi, or at least as much as her smaller frame could muster.

[CyanDimitrik]

The hands move from Katsumi to let her drop to the mat again. She lands with a huff, heavier breaths tussling her hanging hair on each exhale. Her palms plant to the mat as she begins to push herself back up, fully intent on paying back her smolfriend. Only her balance is taken away again as those arms are grabbed. They're wrenched behind her back, and a foot wedges in against her spine.

"A-ahn!," Katsumi cries again, her body arched inwards while her arms hyper-extend backwards. Her head lifts, eyes squeezed shut, her fingers curling in pain as she's forced into a steadily tighter arch on her knees. What happened here!? She was having a nice time with Suzume! And now there's this.. pain being involved!

The referee-girl drops beside the trapped punkette. "Do you give up?"

Katsumi shakes her head, wordless, chest heaving.