Tamago Oshiro vs Katsumi Oshiro: two out of three falls

[RJD]

The daredevil had managed to stay just a few steps ahead of Katsumi for the competition thus far, though unfortunately it wasn't with a comfortable enough margin for it to even feel as if she had much of an advantage. Instead Tamago felt as if she had pinned a crocodile, sure she could dominate it for so long, but one slip up and it's jaws would snap shut around her neck.

Though Tamago was at least glad that this crocodile was fairly thin, pretty, and physically couldn't stop herself from bending over after being kicked in the gut. The purple haired wrestler was awfully keen not to give Katsumi any space, the punkette princess was faster, which meant if she got things going it would be significantly harder for Tamago to stop her than vice versa.

The daredevil was fairly quick to close in on Katsumi, as she tried to grab her by the hair and pull the still hunched wrestler towards her, stuffing the woman's head between her thick thighs, facing towards the canvas. Then Tamago simply squeezed with a significant amount of her strength, while her large behind found a fairly comfortable stool in the form of her newest rival's dainty little head.

" Guessing you won't tap to this? Oh well, I can at least get comfortable for a while. " The daredevil would comment, usually she wasn't the type to trade taunts or words all that often, but something about being faced against a fellow punk made her a bit more verbal. Perhaps it was Tamago's inner punk, letting Katsumi know that this was her turf.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's stomach hurt. She's not built for durability, for weathering blows. She's built for grace, speed, and force. So when she took a kick to the midsection, it shut the poor Punk Princess down, if at least briefly. She feels fingers in her hair pulling, and there's nothing she can do to resist without exacerbating the ache in her abdominals. She finds her head surrounded by the heavy warmth of Tamago's thighs, then squeezed.

The young grappler lets out a pained, panicked cry! The audience cheers.

Her arms flail briefly, desperately pawing along Tamago's legs. "Ghn.. no..! I.. don't.. submit..!" That's not entirely true. She's had to tap out before. She hates tapping out. She feels like such a bitch when she does. But a little tough-talk in this situation is more for her personal benefit than to try to convince her opponent of anything. She finally wraps her arms around Tamago's thighs, despite the crushing squeeze making her somewhat woozy. She takes a few breathes, trying to focus out the pain in her stomach and through the crushing force around her skull. Her knees bend, and she attempts to push herself to stand upright again, but with Tamago hoisted with her!

That's the hard part. The easy part is dropping backwards with the payload, hoping to slam Tamago chest-first against the mat.

[RJD]

The daredevil could take plenty of hits, but her difficulty would come with the amount of moves she relied upon, since she tended to put most her power between the majority of her moves Tamago had to keep her stamina in mind, she didn't exactly disappoint when it came to her stamina but her favouritism towards strong strikes; overpowering submission, reckless charges and high impact collisions usually resulted in Tamago becoming tired before her opponent. Though fortunately Tamago seemed to be functioning almost perfectly, which at least for now suggested that her pace was just slow enough that she could maintain it for a while longer before she truly needed to start worrying over it and conserving energy.

For a moment it seemed that Tamago was yet again about to enforce her own slow and grinding pace upon Katsumi, but as expected the punk princess wasn't too eager to let her punkette foe hog the spotlight for too long. As expected the punkette princess refused to submit in the hold, and would go a step beyond what Tamago had predicted when she started to show off some impressive tenacity through the act of firmly grasping the daredevil's thighs and then struggling to balance herself properly as she stood up tall, by extension elevating the daredevil far beyond the canvas.

Of course Tamago was used to taking all sorts of crash courses towards the cold mat bellow, but usually it was due to a premeditated risk, such as launching herself off the top turnbuckle. Instead the daredevil would just grumble in anticipation, before her opponent began to let her weight free fall backwards, and in the process leaving the taller woman to crash into the canvas chest and face first, earning a fairly loud cry from her as she held her chest with one hand and nose with the other, as she slowly rolled onto her front with clear intentions of shrugging off the pain and standing.

However Tamago wouldn't be able to proceed past sitting up slowly, the momentary damage being too difficult for her to shake off despite her clear earlier ambition to do so. The daredevil likely leaving herself fairly vulnerable as she focuses intently on suppressing the pain under her iron willpower.

[CyanDimitrik]

The drop onto her back is a hard one, but it's difficult to tell how much of the ring shuddering is due to her drop or from Tamago's combined weight slamming into the mat. Either way, she quickly rolls over to her hands and knees, panting a few quick breaths. Now that her head is free, she can assess the situation. And that situation is: Tamago's hurting. It'll do.

With a breathy, "Hah!," she pushes herself up to her full height and closes in behind her taller opponent. Leaning down over her, she attempts to catch her under the chin with her arm in a reverse headlock and pull her the rest of the way up to her feet. Katsumi's free hand sets over Tamago's chest with the intention to keep control of her balance, but she has no plans in lingering in this hold more than a second or two to set things up.

If she can secure Tamago, she'll simply drop down to a knee, yanking Tamago down with her. And while Katsumi's drop will land in a neatly knelt position, Tamago's won't be so clean - her spine aimed to connect with Katsumi's upturned knee in an impromptu backbreaker.

[RJD]

After forcing her pained frame into a sitting position the daredevil would spent but a moment in static recovery before her slim opponent lurched up to her feet and approached her from behind, Katsumi leaned over the downed wrestler and trapped her quickly in a reverse headlock and drag her up to her feet, one of the punkette princess' hands resting against Tamago's chest with the intention of making the bigger woman's weight a little bit easier to control.

The daredevil didn't think about where specifically she was being grabbed, and once she did the thought of Katsumi purposefully grabbing her there with sensual intentions didn't occur, since before enough time had passed for Tamago to reasonably silently accuse her foe of feeling her up the Punkette princess would drop onto one knee and hold her other out forward, the outstretched knee lying in wait for Tamago's back which would collide harshly with the knee.

" Auh!" Tamago grunted out, before she let out a subtle whine once the grunt had extended beyond it's shelf life. The daredevil crumbling to the canvas just next to Katsumi after the moment of impact, and the natural bending and turning of the daredevil's back against the canvas would likely paint a vivid image of just how effective her choice of offence had been.

[CyanDimitrik]

In truth, Katsumi didn't have any sensual intentions for Tamago when she placed her hand at her chest. Some members in the audience got to let their minds run wild, sure, but Katsumi only intended to keep Tamago nice and manageable. No stray squeezes or pets here; just brutality. And after the jarring impact of spine over knee, it's clear that there was brutality aplenty.

Seeing her opponent writhing, Katsumi pops up to her full height and lightly kick-nudges Tamago to ensure she's lying on her back and presenting enough of a target. "Still comfortable?," she chides her counter-punk. It's all the warning she gives before springing into motion with a firm step forward - aimed specifically at Tamago's stomach. And from that foot, she'll launch herself at the nearby ropes to alight her boots upon the middle cord. The elasticity pops her right back into the air, higher, and in a cleanly-controlled backflip. Arms extend to either side, legs stretched out, and body pulled taut, Katsumi aims to slam her stomach across Tamago's in a springboard moonsault!

Following that impact, it's a simple matter to just arch her back inwards to push her bare belly across Tamago's for a pin attempt!

[RJD]

After having her back smashed right into her opponent's knee Tamago wouldn't quite be up for moving, Katsumi's light kick would make the daredevil stir slightly, but she still seemed to be pretty groggy on the canvas. Tamago barely acknowledging her opponent's remark as she was focused on the burning tingling sensation in her spine.

The daredevil would let out a slight grumble as her opponent stood on her stomach, her body bending inwards slightly from that minor pain, before Katsumi would slingshot herself off the ropes in a smoothie backflip. The punkette princess landing harshly with her stomach pumelling Tamago's own vulnerable tummy under her weight.

Tamago would naturally cry out upon collision, letting out an embarrassingly feminine whine as her body buckled. The daredevil would be left grumbling and pained as her opponent wasted no time in laying her stomach across Tamago's tummy. The ref quickly dropping to her knees and raising her hand high as she started the count.

[CyanDimitrik]

"One!"

Katsumi smiles brightly, but confidently out at the audience. Feeling Tamago curl in around her, only to drop down again - that was familiar. She loved that feeling. It meant her target's not in a good place after the impact. And though there's some soreness after the fact in Katsumi's own midsection, she absolutely loves using it to dominate opponents. She's a trim little thing, and she's proud of her body. She may not be rocking a six-pack, but she's tight!

Katsumi arches a little more to grind her stomach against Tamago's. Her head turns to look back towards the other punk's face, smirking at her.

[RJD]

The daredevil was winded and in a bad place under her opponent, her abs burning and body squished under Katsumi's slim frame. Tamago wasn't sure how such a smaller woman could be so heavy, but she wasn't exactly in the position to dedicate much thought to it.

The ref's count seemed fast, but that was probably just because Tamago needed more time to recover and resist than she could afford.

" Two... Three! " The ref called out, Tamago starting to stir under Katsumi for the last count as the cocky little shit smirked at her, but she wasn't able to stir enough to escape. The daredevil suffering the humiliation of being one fall down against the brat somewhat early on in the match.

The daredevil intended to pay her foe back, but first she needed to wait for Katsumi to stop grinding her stomach down into Tamago's own, an act which had managed to keep her overheating and sweaty through-out.

[CyanDimitrik]

Three? Three! The first fall of the night goes to Katsumi, and she couldn't be happier about it. It was everything she loved about splashing down against an opponent, and it gives her a clear advantage!

She shifts back onto her knees beside Tamago and thrusts a fist into the air. "Hah! That's one!," she shouts to the audience, lifting a single finger. Her head turns to look back down to Tamago, and the smirk takes on a wicked note. She starts to reach down, hand clearly angling to grip Tamago by the hair - only for the referee-girl to snatch her by the wrist.

"No! Back up! Reset!"

"Ah- I was just gonna help her up!"

"Back, Oshiro-san! I- I mean, the Katsumi one! Not- oh dear..."

"Pfft," scoffs Katsumi as she lifts to her boots and backs up from her opponent. She doesn't quite get into her corner of the ring, but she's back far enough that it seems to satisfy the referee.

"Are you okay to continue?," she asks, now focused on Tamago.