Tamago Oshiro vs Katsumi Oshiro: two out of three falls

[RJD]

Tamago was embarrassed at the result of the first fall, but she wasn't about to let history repeat itself. The daredevil held her tounge until the ref asked her a question.

" Yes, I'm ready " Tamago stated, before slowly rising back up to her feet and going for the call. Then the ref would give the signal for the action to begin again, and Tamago would begin the round quickly be approaching her opponent with haste, before trying to grapple her from the front.

The daredevil would attempt to then headbutt her opponent if given the chance, hoping that the strike might take her foe by surprise.

[CyanDimitrik]

"She said she's fine, do the thing! Let's get going!," insists an impatient Katsumi, eager to keep the pressure on her opponent. After all, that's how she wins matches. Relentless aggression, dominance, and all from a source most people wouldn't anticipate! And after a dirty look from the referee, the signal is made.

To Katsumi's surprise, Tamago is eager to get the ball rolling again! They lock up, bodies colliding with each other. Katsumi's hands snatch at the other girl's shoulders, breasts mashing to breasts, nearly face to face. They might have been, in fact, had Tamago not drawn her head back. Suddenly: whack!

Katsumi lets out a pitiful squeak of surprise and pain, attempting to disengage from Tamago to stagger back. Her hands would instantly be refocused towards her face protectively, unfortunately leaving her wide open. The only thing on Katsumi's mind right now, though? 'Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry'. Getting hit solidly in that area has a nasty tendency to cause eyes to tear up.

[RJD]

The daredevil was frustrated, she was meant to kick ass, not be humiliated by some punk! Tamago refused to let herself be dominated. After headbutting her foe Tamago would attempt to then rush forward towards her opponent and try to grab her low, wrapping her arms around her foe's waist. If given the chance Tamago would then try to build up more momentum and force her opponent backwards into the turnbuckle, hoping to slam her into it with the gathered momentum and her body weight.

" It's my turn punk. " Tamago would remark if her plan had been successful, before then pulling back her arm and trying to drive it forward into her opponent's breasts in a fairly stiff forearm strike, hoping that it would be enough to keep the slippery punkette in the corner while Tamago backed up slightly to view the damage to her opponent, as well as get herself into position for her next attack.

The daredevil usually dealt out her most significant damage through a few well placed rough attacks, and she was hoping to get as many off on Katsumi as possible before she got the chance to retreat and outmanoeuvre the less nimble Tamago.

[CyanDimitrik]

Suddenly, crying is the least of her concerns. Tamago's arms wrap around the slender punkette's waist, and she finds herself rushed into the corner! The buckles rattle and the ropes shake with the impact, Katsumi's body squashing between the unyielding surface and Tamago's form.

"Ghmf!"

Stunned from the collision, Katsumi is left vulnerable to the equally punishing, but considerably more shocking, forearm blow to her pert breasts. The hit lands, and Katsumi gives a startled, pained cry as she crosses her right arm over her abused chest protectively. Her body cringes inwards, her rear pushing into the middle pad, while her left hand grips the top rope at her side.

The look she's giving Tamago is one that's stunned; genuinely so. Exotic, pretty green eyes are wide, mouth open, and a look of hint of betrayal playing behind them. Like there was some unspoken rule that's been violated!

She tries to speak, but finds it canceling in a wince. Her legs are st starting to straighten up again, but her recovery from the bull rush and strike is leaving her open to her opponent!

[RJD]

The daredevil noticed an odd look in Katsumi's eyes, Tamago wasn't about to give up on her advantage though regardless of the cold expression Katsumi made.

" What? Can't handle a little pain? " Tamago would mock, before attempting to climb the turnbuckle, until her hips were level with the other wrestlers face. Then the daredevil would attempt to compensate for the pin she suffered, by thrusting her hips forward, so her crotch slammed into Katsumi's face. Tamago would show the crowd which of these punks was the boss.

Tamago would then move her hips back, then forward again, to slam her crotch into Katsumi's face again. The daredevil would repeat her humiliating attack up 5 times if she got the chance, embarrassing and hurting her opponent by somewhat roughly face fucking her into the top turnbuckle.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi would make an unintelligible noise of protest and distress as Tamago begins scaling the ropes. Her hands quickly move to her opponent's hips, preparing to mount a defense - only for those hips to slam into her face! Mentally stunned by the further sexualized-sort-of assault, Katsumi's head bashes back into the turnbuckle. And then again. And again. And again. Each impact has a deadening effect on her nerves and ability to focus, rising panic, but sapping her mental wherewithal. And when the onslaught ends, Tamago will have to make a choice:

Either brace Katsumi on her feet, or let the slender girl drop forward onto the mat in a dazed heap.

[RJD]

Tamago would bathe in the approval of the LAW crowd as she dominantly controlled Katsumi in the corner, getting a kick out of humiliating her opponent while also dealing damage. The daredevil would make a mental note to keep that move in memory, seeing how effectively it worked here.

After her fifth hip thrust Tamago would finally lay off on her foe, and jump back to land on her feet just out of the corner, allowing Katsumi to fall forward to the mat.

" Oh whoops...Did I go a little overkill?" Tamago said, more so to herself than Katsumi as she let out a slight laugh, while looking down at the dazed punk.

Tamago would continue to have a little fun, as she bend over to grasp her opponent and turn her around so her back is against the canvas. Then the daredevil would stand over her opponent, legs at either side of her body. Then Tamago would jump slightly, with the intention of coming down hard on Katsumi's chest bottom first.

If successful in her attack then Tamago would further attempt to humiliate her foe by initiating a cocky pin, placing both her feet on top of Katsumi's arms, Tamago's legs spread wide as she casually sat on her opponent for the pin.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi is easily turned over, head swimming. Tamago briefly blocks out the light for her, causing her bright green eyes to focus up on the other punk. She manages to take in a gasp as the other girl drops, landing squarely against her chest and forcing the air right back out! The impact causes her legs to spasm out before dropping flat against the mat again, Katsumi gasping for air beneath her opponent. Her arms are moved into place, and promptly stepped on to keep her held down.

"Nnh.. wh-.." Katsumi's fingers flex as the referee drops beside the pair, ready to go.

"One!"

Katsumi tosses a leg to the side, setting her boot over the bottom rope. Hopefully the referee will notice soon!

"If you're.. gonna pin me.. pin me like a normal person," Katsumi sasses between breaths, smirking up at the other girl. She knows her leg is over the rope. She's confident it'll be noticed, and the pin will be broken. She can rest a moment and kind of enjoy some banter with her odd hip-thrusty opponent, even to the point of some teasing. "Weirdo.."

[RJD]

Tamago would sigh as the ref informed her that Katsumi's leg was on the ropes, though the daredevil would stay in her position anyway for just a moment longer to reply to her opponent.

" well if I'm gonna pin you anyway, may as well show off right? " Tamago said, then she sat up and backed off from Katsumi as per the rope break rule. The daredevil knew she had to get a pin before she got tired later in the match, otherwise it would be nearly impossible to mount a comeback.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi, still recovering from the drop, rolls over onto all fours. "Show off.. when you're sure you've won..," she chides, still trying to catch her breath. She spares her left hand to rub against her chest, recently crushed beneath Tamago-hips. Grabbing the middle rope, she pulls herself up to a kneel, and finally, up to her full height on the ropes.

There's a slight, off-balance stagger to her gait as she releases the rope and turns to face her punky opponent. Her hands lift, fingers splayed, expecting a more standard approach or lockup.