The Princess and the Tiger: Katsumi Oshiro VS. Bengal

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

"GYAAH!" Bengal can't help crying out as Katsumi spears her into the ring apron. It's the second time this match that her back has been driven into the hard surface, and it doesn't feel any better than it did the first time around. To make matters worse, Katsumi continues the assault, grinding her shoulder into the Tiger's stomach and knocking the wind out of her. She's dug in like a tick, and Bengal can't seem to find a way to pry her off.

Bengal tries to draw back her leg for another kick, but with her hips still pinned against the apron, she doesn't have any room to wind up. Growing desperate, she lifts up both her arms, clasps her hands together, and smashes her opponent's back with a two-handed slam. It's a savage blow, but will it be enough to break Katsumi's hold on her?

[CyanDimitrik]

The midsection has always been a favored target of Katsumi's; that cluster of muscles is critical to basically everything. Kicking out, getting up, punching, kicking, grappling... if the abdominals can be broken down, that's usually it. But even aside that, Katsumi has been in the ring long enough to know she just likes crushing stomachs. She's not sure why! Something about it is just appealing! So as she grinds her shoulder hard into Bengal's midriff, she can at least kind of appreciate how toned the girl is.

The kicking earns nothing, easily weathered. It's rewarded with a renewed push of the shoulder into those upper abdominals. But the double axehandle earns a grunt, and Katsumi finally eases back from the thrust. Instead, she reaches for Bengal's right arm and another fistful of her hair, attempting to turn her around with a hard pull, and thrust her head against the flat of the ring's apron in a bash she hopes will daze her!

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal's scalp prickles with pain as Katsumi yanks her hair and spins her around. She tenses her arm, preparing to elbow her opponent in the ribs, but she isn't fast enough. The Punk Princess overpowers her, driving her head into the ring apron with a thud that echoes through the arena. Bengal staggers back, stars swimming in front of her eyes, then collapses. Her head is throbbing and spinning all at once; it feels like she's just been hit by a tornado. Too disoriented to get to her feet, she instead draws up her arms, trying to guard herself from whatever Katsumi is planning next.

[CyanDimitrik]

The heavy *CHUNK* of Bengal's head banking off the flat ring apron is satisfying in so many ways. She came in all fiery and hot, instantly went on the offense, and was keeping Katsumi on the back leg far too much! But this right here, this is a chance to breathe and soak in the thrill of the moment - the fact that the audience is within reach, and showering them with approval for the brutality. Tonight's a good night.

Katsumi turns to the crowd and tosses her arms out to either side, head thrown back, basking in the praise. Her hips give a small sashaying shift, deliberately playing into the latent sensuality of female wrestling. Sure, what they're doing is rough and real, with equally real pride, health, and career advancement on the line, but even the newest schmuck to the ring knows the name of the game is to entertain. Besides, since her makeover, she's absolutely loving the fact that people are looking at her that way.

But she doesn't delay long enough to cost her, hopefully. Her attention returns to Bengal, noting her defensive posturing on her back.

"Awh~. Does it hurt, kitten?"

Turning, she attempts to blast the flat of her foot into Bengal's ribs!

"Just think. I'm only gettin' started with you. I've got you as long as I want tonight. And I want you beggin' for a pin!"

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Even though her head is still ringing, Bengal can hear the mocking edge in Katsumi's voice. Being called a "kitten" makes her blood boil, but the ovation that Katsumi gets from the crowd is even more infuriating. Can't they see how obnoxious and fake she is?

If they can't, then I'll show them, she thinks, silently fuming. But before Bengal can put her words into action, Katsumi stomps on her ribs, driving the heel of her boot in deep. Bengal was so worried about guarding her face, she forgot to protect her sides. I'm making stupid mistakes. I have to focus, she chastises herself. She grits her teeth to stop herself from crying out again, then rolls over onto her hands and knees, trying to rise. If she stays on the ground much longer, the Punk Princess will dismantle her with more stomps. I can't let that happen. I have to get up...get up...

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi on her feet while her opponent wallows on the floor - that's her favorite spot to be in. She can't help but admire the writhing Bengal is doing after the kick, soaking it in; that's the look of gaining momentum. Taking the lead and using her opponent's body as the dancefloor.

Oh, but no. That's not her favorite position. It's a close second. Her favorite has to be the visceral feeling of pinning an opponent down who's too beaten to struggle. Those moments, she could just live in. And it's exactly what she has in mind for her admittedly attractive Indian rival. It's too early yet, though. And seeing her twist onto hands and knees spurs Katsumi to action.

Leaning down, she wraps her left arm around the girl's bare waist, hand coming to rest on her ribs. Her right arm reaches down to hook under her right leg. Both pull inwards to heft Bengal up off the floor, her back pressed to Katsumi's front. Turning, she slings Bengal at the ring's edge once more - specifically thrusting on the captive leg to launch her a little more horizontal than vertical, aiming to drop the girl's face against the ring apron; a snake eyes maneuver meant to keep her nice and dazed.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

At this point, Bengal is becoming uncomfortably familiar with the sensation of the ring apron against her face. But with Katsumi firmly in control, there's not much she can do about it. She does manage to twist her face to the side before the impact, just in time to avoid getting her nose broken. Still, the snake eyes maneuver is devastating. Bengal feels a sharp pain in her neck as her head snaps backward and her vision flickers. She slumps against the side of the ring like a discarded toy, then slowly slides to the floor. Get up, she urges herself again - but her body is no longer responding to her commands. At this point, it's taking all her effort just to stay conscious.

[CyanDimitrik]

The impact against the ring earns a collective wince from the nearby crowd; those close enough to really, truly see the force of impact a woman's face has with the hardest part of the ring apparatus. Katsumi turns, offering a smug smile and toss of her silky blueblack tresses. She's officially loving this.

When she returns her focus to Bengal, it's with a pointed glance to her face, checking for blood. And though it may seem unusual for someone with her rough, abrasive personality, she's pleased to see that nothing's broken or busted. She's an odd duckie - she knows that. And she wouldn't exactly weep for Bengal, if something did get smashed. But she prefers her opponent being battered and beaten; visually attractive still. It works better for everyone that way.

She leans in again, hooking one arm between Bengal's legs and the other over her shoulder, hoisting her up to lie her on the apron and roll her back into the ring. She crawls up onto the mat to join her, slipping beneath the rope and nudging Bengal along until they're closer to the middle of the canvas, bringing her rival to a halt on her back. Katsumi then slinks over her and lowers herself on her opponent crossways, bringing her bare, toned stomach to lie across Bengal's equally bare abdominals. Spreading her legs out to put more weight over the other girl's body, Katsumi braces one elbow against the mat while reaching back with the other arm, gathering Bengal's thigh under the crook of her elbow to hook the leg against her side.

The referee-girl quickly drops down beside the pair, hand slapping the mat...

"One!"

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal feels herself being lifted up and rolled across the canvas. With all the trauma she's sustained to her head, it takes her a moment to process that she's back in the ring. A weight suddenly presses down on her stomach, and she becomes aware of the warmth of Katsumi's sweat-slick skin, pressed against her own. It's not exactly an unpleasant sensation. A part of her is tempted to simply lie there and go to sleep, as the noise of the crowd washes over her. She can feel her opponent hooking her leg, stretching out her thigh against her side. She's always enjoyed a good stretch...

The referee's hand slams onto the canvas next to her head, rousing her from her stupor. "Two!" Bengal feels a surge of new energy, flooding into her body like a lightning strike. She can't let things end like this! She summons all her strength and kicks out, throwing Katsumi's arm off, raising her shoulder up just in time to break the pin. Even the referee can't seem to believe it. But the Tiger isn't done yet. She twists her body around and tucks in her upper arm, using the momentum from her kickout to elbow the Punk Princess right in her smug face!

[CyanDimitrik]

Though Katsumi is pressing in for the win here, she can't help but consider the moment a little, herself. She'd noted Bengal's body when she first entered the ring. She's built solidly, but not in some kind of gross, over-muscled way. Her abdominals feel nice against hers, just as she might've predicted. Thoughts that she's pretty sure she'd never have had prior to some rather unfortunately forward opponents she's faced in LAW. But face those opponents, she did. Awaken certain.. tastes and preferences in her, they did as well. And the feeling of resting stomach-to-stomach on her rival, holding her pinned beneath her, the contours of her body, the electrical warmth of skin contact, it's all become so deeply preferred to forcing a submission. No, she'd rather feel Bengal's attractive body pinned beneath her in that deeply tactile way.

Suddenly, she feels those abdominals tighten just a moment before the leg kicks out of her arm! Then the waist twists under her, knowing the shoulder is up before even the referee girl calls it.

"No fall! Two-count!"

And immediately following the declaration, Bengal's elbow flies up and tags her on the cheekbone. "Aagh!" Katsumi recoils, one hand raised to cover her struck face.