Sienna Smith vs Katsumi Oshiro - Winner Take All!

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Sienna was unaware of Katsumi's difficult life choices. Of the Punkette's story - why it was she ever laced up her wrestling boots. To Sienna, this opponent was simply another opportunity. And right now it was confounding the dominant diva. An opponent that was a cakewalk for her last time around was now resilient enough to endure some of Sienna's best offense! Smith was flabbergasted! She went for the jugular right away after experiencing the disrespect that was Oshiro hanging on, albeit just barely! Kat was still splayed out. The Japanese punk girl was looking petered out, battered, ready to be put out to pasture. And an enraged Sienna was more than eager to do her in! She tugged Katsumi off the mats and repositioned closer to the center of the ring. Just like last time, Sienna called for her finisher, reaching forward with her eyes wide and her teeth bared. Maybe toying with Kat's senses last time worked in her favor, but it sure as heck wasn't the deciding factor of the match! At least that's what Sienna told herself. That's what she was thinking right up until-

"Oop!" The bikini-clad diva yelped out as her legs were pulled out right from under her! She fell sloppily onto her butt and then her back. Smith looked up with a bewildered expression. She sat up to try and regain some measure of composure, she was met with a harsh stomp! Katsumi's heel met the ebony beauty's bare abs! Sienna covered her core and tried to roll away! She cursed under her breath with the frustration of having to deal with a more focused, more intense, more driven Katsumi Oshiro!

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That satisfying feeling of sinking heel into belly when it comes to Sienna is like a shot of adrenaline - and Katsumi badly needs it. Once delivered, however, things seem to be moving at a quicker clip! Sienna's on the defensive, making to roll away. But Katsumi stays close on her, pursuing her over to attempt catching her by the head and 'helpfully' forcing her to raise up to her full height - facing away from her.

From there, the Japanese grappler's arms will lock around Sienna's midsection from behind, pulling her back tight against herself. Sienna's rear, pressed tight to Katsumi's hips, and the punkette's chest pressing in behind Sienna's shoulders, her forearms biting into the ebon-skinned girl's stomach. No frills, no flash to be had here; Katsumi means to yank her opponent into the air and drop back with her in a full German suplex.

That adrenaline may not last long, and her body may give out. But Katsumi has to do what she can to wear Sienna out and put her on even footing. And should that suplex land, Katsumi isn't straining herself to try and hold it. The impact itself will hopefully be dizzying enough.

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Sienna was reeling a bit. But it was nothing she couldn't shrug off right now in the heat of the moment. Roll to the ropes, get up, breathe and re-establish dominance. That's what she told herself. That was her plan. After all, there was no way wallflower like Oshiro could or would pounce on her or interrupt. That was the pretense she was rolling with literally and figuratively against the canvas. And that very same pretense left her wide open to Katsumi's follow up!

"Grah!" Sienna groaned as Katsumi followed her and grabbed her by the head, seemingly trying to avoid pulling any hair. The Punkette moved with a sudden vigor! Fluidly and abruptly, she pulled Sienna off the mats and into position. With her back to Oshiro, Smith felt her hips and features press against Kat's as she was hoisted off her feet and thrown backward for an impactful German Suplex! The crowd roared as Sienna bounced off the mats and rolled onto her front! She held the small of her back and writhed in pain! The bikini-clad babe was thrown close to the corner of the ring. She'd grab the bottom rope and begin hoisting herself up. She winced with one eye open as she kept her back to the corner. Sienna was angry by this point! It was like she was wrestling an entirely new foe this time around!

"You....you can't win by being desperate!" Smith snapped as she willed herself up to a vertical base. Her scowl deepened and her brow furrowed as she refocused on Katsumi with nothing but malice in mind!

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Katsumi hits the mat, having released Sienna, and immediately sits up. Now openly panting, she takes a few quick, heavy breaths before demanding her body get moving again. If she stops, it may not start back up! So first, it's a pivot onto hands and knees. Then it's a veritable kick-push to reach her own vertical base.

For once, Katsumi doesn't have a fun, snarky quip for her opponent. She just charges with furious abandon, letting loose a barbaric cry as slender body cants forward. Boots thump heavily across the canvas, and at the last moment, Katsumi dives like a missile towards her ebon opponent, aiming to ram her shoulder full-tilt in her belly. And though the ending of the move would see Katsumi on her knees (provided she doesn't miss!), she has no intention of letting Sienna drop to the mat. She'd pop back up to her full height and begin raining a barrage of low hook punches towards her toned stomach, attempting to tenderize the muscles and wear down her core!

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Although Katsumi was looking worse for wear, a combination of adrenaline and desperation seemed to keep her going strong! Strong enough to keep Sienna on the defensive for a while at least. Smith was still seething there in the corner. And the Punk Princess offered a rebuttal to her angry words in the form of a running Spear to the corner! Kat's charge was reckless yet resolute. Even Sienna could see clear signs of the smaller gal telegraphing the move. The bikini-clad babe would begin trying to juke left and right. She made efforts to fake Katsumi out for just a second before impact. But Oshiro neither reacted nor hesitated. When her shoulder found her way into Sienna's abs, it became clear that Kat had thrown all finesse and strategy out the window! And learning that cost Sienna big time!

"OOOOOF!" Sienna let out a prolonged groan as Katsumi hit her mark! She'd learn forward and inhale to replenish the oxygen was that was just forced out of her lungs. But before Sienna could teeter too far forward, Oshiro would rise up from her kneeling position! Although her body wavered, her ferocity and drive did not! She stood up and lashed out at Smith with a barrage of hooks to the belly, wearing Sienna down and drilling her bare abs over and over again until the referee saw fit to intervene and separate the heated rivals! Sienna would need a moment to catch her breath. She'd hold her midsection with one hand and stare Katsumi down. Her head filled with all sorts of punishments to subject the Japanese wrestler too after she won and claimed ownership of Kat in mind, body, and spirit!

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Katsumi is panting, scuffed, ragged. Her hair is more mussed than its stylish norm, cheeks flushed, and posture slouched. But she doesn't intend to give Sienna even a second to catch her breath. She needs a steady hold, though - a way to catch her own breath, while denying Sienna the same. Something direct. Non-complicated.

The punkette moves forward and reaches for the ebon beauty's shoulders to pull her out of the corner, disregarding the referee-girl. If she can, she'll tug her opponent towards the center of the ring. "Y'like.. feelin'.. this hotness.. against you..?," she mutters between breaths. Leaning in, she'll hook her arms around Sienna's waist to suddenly clutch her into herself. "Then.. consider this.. a favor..!"

If she can get the embrace locked on, Katsumi will begin pouring on the pressure in slow beats. Two seconds to breathe, the two of them simply pressed together at the breasts, bare stomachs, and hips, followed by several seconds of a bursting intense squeeze, grinding Sienna's abs into her own, only to take another chance to breathe - or tease at breathing.

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Sienna was hurting in the corner. Her breathing was ragged and uneven. Her body glistening with sweat. Having sized up Kat beforehand, she felt that even in this state, with just a short breather, she'd be back to her domineering ways, and she'd jump the determined Punkette's bones once she created an opening, once Katsumi was just tired and worn down enough! Then she could put Oshiro in her place, make her regret ever trying to prove herself with this rematch!

That was the resolve Smith held fast to. She knew her slender, pale foe would be running on empty soon if she wasn't already. And with a stern pull towards the center of the ring, Katsumi began to defy Sienna's expectations! The ebony diva balled her fist to try and swing, but as she three her punch, Kat ducked in and hugged her in a surprise maneuver! Fans gasped as the ornery, abrasive Punkette opted to go for a move that forced a level of closeness that normally made Oshiro uncomfortable, especially against Sienna! Sienna grit her teeth and looked down incredulously as Katsumi pressed her body against hers!

"Gah! Just wait! Just you wait until I own you!" Sienna grunted under her breath. It pained her to see her breasts nearly eye-level with Kat. The temptation to grab the back of the girl's head and smother her to counter was almost too much to resist! Instead, Sienna suffered a moment or two. As skin ground against skin and Kat began to wear Sienna down, the bikini-clad diva looked for answers. If she could just snuff out this one little spark of go driving Katsumi out spurring her on, it'd all be over, she thought! Sienna would begin jabbing Kat in the side with repeated hooks, hoping to force the girl to falter! Punch after punch would be thrown, one after another. If she managed to earn a stagger or stumble from the Punkette, Smith would lift her knee into Kat's gut and follow up by pulling on the Japanese middleweight's hair once more and yank it between her legs to once again try and set up and get Katsumi into position for the equalizer - the move Kat's feared since last time, a dreaded, potent Piledriver variation!

"Here's how I repay your favors, toots!"

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After getting so beaten up early in the match, Katsumi is latching onto the momentum of this turn and running with it. Her body feels hot - not necessarily in a rawr context, but like her muscles are telling her to take a break. But she can't do that.

Securing the hold on Sienna, Katsumi arches her back to heft her a little more inwards, grinding her midsection into the other girl's while her forearms bite into her lower back. "Nngg..!"

It's the preamble to a finisher of her own, in fact. All she's looking for is Sienna to go woozy, to start to sag. But it isn't happening fast enough. And soon, she feels a fist thump against her exposed ribs. The first shot gets a grunt, and Katsumi shakes her head, tossing those dark, sweat-slickened locks. The second hit gets a physical jolt. The third, a soft yelp and Katsumi ceasing the intense pressure of the hold to straighten her back. And a fourth punch finally sees the punkette loosen around Sienna's waist, giving her just enough space.

"Oomph!"

Katsumi doubles over, arms immediately around her midsection, and head instantly guided between the other girl's thighs. Her hands move to Sienna's outer thighs as the other girl prepares to lift her, panting, pale skin glistening under the arena lights.

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Sienna had the benefit of being quite the physical specimen. The power and toughness she commanded for a middleweight her size allowed her to test her strikes against Kat's ability to contain her in the hug. And while Sienna couldn't simply power out, the repeated jabs eventually earned the dastardly diva her freedom, and what's more, earned her a chance to flex her strength and mischief to try and put the Punkette away!

With Katsumi's head gravitating towards those glistening, chocolate thighs, Sienna once again found her stride. She'd turn and position a bent-over Katsumi towards the cameras and the crowd. Sienna would snicker as she leaned forward and tried to give Oshiro's thinly-clad backside a slap. No doubt it would make Kat's skirt flare up a bit before she returned to her real intention: Piledriving this defiant girl silly! Sienna would ignore the referee's scolding. She, herself had promised to sensual moves or lewd tactics in this match, yet having been up close and personal with Katsumi - having endured her "slow beats" had seemingly got Smith going!

It took Sienna only a moment to catch her breath and overcome the effects of the Bearhug. After a couple seconds of eyeing the crowd and looking down at a precariously poised Kat, she'd lean forward to try and pull her smaller foe's lower body up off the ground and hold her upside-down! If Sienna had seen success up to this point, she'd walk around the ring in a circle, parading Kat while trying to coax complete surrender out of her!

"I'm gonna do it, Kat! You wanted this! If you want, you can give up now and come home with me and I won't have to do it to ya, you hear me?!"

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Any confusing notions of sensuality with Sienna are having a hard time coming to the surface for Katsumi. The Japanese punkette has a hurt tummy!

Okay, it's obviously more than that. She's fighting for her life, so far as she can tell. And desperation mixed with savagery and a natural viciousness carried her through to this point, but the wind seems lost from her sails. She struggles to take a gasp of air, to force her muscles to relax, her midsection to unclench. She manages a quiet, pained groan, eyes squeezed shut.

The slap on her rear gets a breathless yelp, equal parts surprise and outrage. She even topples to a knee. "You.. gh.. jerk..!" Her knee wobbles, and she pushes herself to her boots again, only to be guided between Sienna's thighs. Her hands set against her opponent's skin just beneath the hips. With Sienna's hands likewise on her body, she can likely feel the additional tension in her muscles, her abs, fueled by dread. She doesn't have the strength to just buck her off.

Katsumi is hoisted upside-down, and her heart begins pounding rapidly. Her legs lash back, hooking over Sienna's shoulders, her body taut on display. Sienna would be able to feel a tremble running through her frame, mortified.

"Nnh.. no..! I won't!," she protests, her voice uncharacteristically small.

But there seems nothing she can do as she's paraded around the ring, shown off to the audience, as if in a gladiatorial match ready for execution. Teeth are grit, and her left leg straightens into the air, swings in, and bends at the knee, hoping to nail Sienna directly on the head with the heel of her boot!