Sienna Smith vs Katsumi Oshiro - Winner Take All!

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Sienna got carried away with carrying the desperate Punkette around! It was mean-spirited of the ebony beauty to try and threaten Katsumi with the Piledriver and coax her into giving it all up! Oshiro hung upside down ominously on the Tombstone variation! Her legs hooked into Sienna's shoulders. Sienna enjoyed her power trip to the fullest, parading Kat around the ring! Kat's slender legs dangled, pulled down the weight of gravity! The Punkette's panties would be slightly visible as her short shorts rode up! And the bikini-clad babe smiled smugly with the intention of snuffing out her foe's fire, her opponent's tiny-voiced resistance with a knockout here and now!

But just as she bodacious beauty straightened her knees to prep herself to jump, just when she committed to Piledriving her way to victory, Kat's leg came off her shoulder, skillfully straightening before whipping towards the crown of Sienna's black-haired head!

"Ack!" Sienna groaned as she was staggered! She'd grit her teeth and stumbled briefly, only to find her footing just seconds later!

"Fine! Say goodnight, Katsumi!" Smith roared in a voice of rage as she straightened up! With authority and a loud cry, Sienna jumped up and spread her legs! Her glorious black mane flew up in the wind as she came down and spiked the Punkette's head right off the canvas! Sienna would smile mischievously as she Piledrived her foe for real, completely unlike their last encounter! She fully expected Kat to go limp! And hammed up the moment by rolling the smaller, skinnier girl onto her back before delicately grabbing Katsumi's arm fke a quick limp test! Sienna would slowly and seductively crawl into Kat! Her curvy, brown frame eclipse Katsumi's as she descended upon her for a full body Grapevine Pin! Sienna's arms and legs would wrap around the Punkette's own as she stared down at the seemingly passed out wrestler's face! Her expression was rife with the thoughts of things she had in mind for Kat after beating her yet again!

Sienna would arrogantly begin her own long count, prompting the referee to follow suit!

"Oooooooooonnnnneeeee....."

"A-twooooooo...."

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Katsumi is fueled by desperation and dread. Nevermind the snug pressure against her opponent's body, or the veritable helplessness of the situation: she's trapped. Her knee banks in Sienna's head, and rather than cause a stumble or earn her freedom, it just seems to make her angry!

They go into motion. Katsumi lets out a piercing, horrified shriek. The impact against the mat is a thunderous one, and the Japanese punkette's every muscle tenses! ...and falls limp. She's rolled down onto her back, landing in an uncoordinated splay. If this weren't in the middle of a wrestling ring, it'd be easy enough to assume the girl was executed. But lo! Her eyes may be shut, her arms lying spread to either side, with one knee bent at a sidelong angle, but there's a dramatic rise and fall of her chest with every hastened, panted breath, the curve of her modest bosom pushing tight against her sportsbra-style top. Her slender stomach rises and caves noticeably with each hard gasp. She lives!

Her arm is lifted, elbow and hand dangling at the fulcrum of her wrist. When released, the limb drops limply to the mat. She offers no resistance as Sienna crawls over her, positioning her legs to entangle together, her shoulders pinned down to the mat as her opponent's weight settles evenly atop her. Katsumi's face is blanched, panting, but tranquil at first. The sensation of another body pressing into her tingles at the edges of her nerves, however.

"A-aahn.."

Katsumi's long legs shift, attempting to feel out their predicament. Thigh brushes against thigh, calf against calf. Her hips follow suit, incidentally pressing firmly into Sienna's, shifting into a bit of friction. The girl's trim stomach grinds up against the ebon's toned abs, sweat-slickened skin melding against sweat-slickened skin. Every hard, increasingly ragged breath pushes her stomach to Sienna's, her breasts mashing into the other girl's, each exhale a heated wash against her lips.

Her breath has taken a noticeable shudder. Katsumi is overwhelmed with the sensation of a curvy, admittedly gorgeous girl lying over her, corner to corner. The warmth is inviting. The feel of her skin is bizarrely sapping her willingness to fight back. If her heart wasn't actively breaking in this moment, she may have submitted to her without even needing the three-count. A tremble runs through her frame, and a small sound escapes her that isn't altogether protest.

But there's that two-count. Slow. Languid. Her heart breaks further. Suddenly, Katsumi hunches her shoulders and thrusts her head up, tucking her face against Sienna's neck. Her shoulder has risen from the mat, if by only inches. "N-no...," she whispers, eyes squeezed shut. It was too quiet to be heard by anyone else, and with her lips against Sienna's shoulders, no one else would even have known she spoke.

"No fall! Only two-count!," announces the referee.

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Sienna had wrapped this up quite nicely with her own special brand of pomp and circumstance. She flaunted about the ring, carrying her prize-to-be upside down, taunting Katsumi with the kryptonite that was the Punkette's weakness to Piledrivers, or more specifically, her fear of being knocked out. Viewers could feel it was all over when the bodacious babe spiked Kat's head into the canvas! A limp Katsumi gave Smith all the opportunity and time in the world to body press her and intertwine their limbs in about as close and intimate a fashion as possible. Sienna's shapely, toned curves and chest pressed firmly against her skinnier, paler foe's thinly clad frame as Sienna went on to once again assert her dominance over Katsumi! Jumping Piledriver into a Grapevine Pin sealed with the referee's count on addition to Sienna's own. Of course, the pin would have been sealed with a kiss of the rules of this match had allowed it!

Yet in all the time it took to turn Kat onto her back and for Sienna and her fans to enjoy her setting up this power move to make herself look good, beating Kat in almost literally the same exact way she did last time, no one had even considered of Oshiro kicking out! This punk of a Punkette was put squarely in her place when Sienna worked her over, punishing her for declaring herself "the new real" and getting bold and uppity enough to issue an open challenge to the LAW roster! And now that she had a chance to prove she was made of tougher stuff this time than she was last time, Sienna was appalled to see that Katsumi was indeed progressing! Oshiro clung to life in this match up by kicking out just a fraction of a second before three!

"What'd you say?!" Sienna yelled incredulously at the official when the pin as ruled a two count. Smith was too taken aback to hear Katsumi's soft-spoken words of defiance. But she could feel the determination and life force radiating off the Punkette's frame as Kat's head rested near her neck.

"Two count! Match continues!" the striped shirt girl declared as she raided two fingers into the air.

"What?! No! That was three! It had to be! This girl can't take getting dropped on her dome like that!"

"Two!"

"Gggrrrrrh! You know what?!" Sienna barked angrily as she pushed herself up. A dazed, disheveled Katsumi laid at her feet with eyes still shut. To many, including Sienna, it seemed the Punkette was just one or two moves away from being done. By this point, Sienna was frustrated enough to be more than happy with taking a win via KO! Some fans in attendance began to rally behind Katsumi in response to her determination!

"Yeah, you're right! I'll give her two!!!" Sienna announced as she bent over to dig her hands underneath Katsumi's frame and hoist her up off the ground. Sienna would smile mischievously as she looked into Kat's eyes before setting her up.

"Let's see if you stay this brave when you're my little lapdog for the rest of your life!" Sienna declared as she placed both hands on Kat's head to try and shove it between her shapely thighs once more! Sienna would lean forward with the full intention of going for her finisher again and spiking Katsumi's head off the canvas once more to do Katsumi in once and for all!

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Katsumi doesn't hear the audience anymore. She's just fighting; for her future, for legitimacy, for her life. The damage done to her head has left her dull, the light mostly gone from her eyes. She knows she broke the pin, and just in time.

She can hear Sienna yelling over her. Her eyes have shut again. Sleep would be nice now. To let this moment end, to be done with hurting - both in the body and heart. But she feels arms loop around her near-limp form, peeling her body up from the mat.

Katsumi is hoisted to a wobble, and her eyes open to half-mast. Her head is grabbed and yanked low, cheeks once again mashed between thighs. Katsumi's hands lift robotically to her bare waist, as if bracing.

Sienna leans over her... and Katsumi's right leg kicks up behind her in a sudden display of flexible finesse! The sole of her boot aims to catch Sienna square on the temple in a scorpion kick! Immediately following impact, Katsumi attempts to tug her head out from between Sienna's legs to stand upright, and promptly slip around behind her back!

Left leg would hook over Sienna's left thigh, her upper-body ducking beneath Sienna's right arm, while her left arm stretching behind Sienna's neck and along her shoulders. Katsumi would abruptly clinch into the hold, straightening her back to force Sienna's waist to stretch back and twist to the side in a classic abdominal stretch!

Katsumi's hips are pressed hard against Sienna's rear, keeping her raven-haired for clamped in place as best she can. But her body is badly weakened from the beating she's taken. So she isn't content simply to work Sienna in a slow burn. Her right hand raises, then begins hammering punches inwards, trying to sink shots hard against her opponent's taut, unprotected belly.

She doesn't expect a tap out. But she needs to gain some ground and slow Sienna down. If it means letting g the referee fuss at her for hitting with a closed fist, that's fine.

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Sienna was irate. Her casual taunting and sense of control in this matchup has spiraled into a full-blown effort to dismantle Katsumi and break her down! She had just thing in her arsenal. The Punk Princess' kryptonite. If it didn't do the trick the first time, Smith would just have to give her another serving! At least, that was the ebony vixen's thought process. And as she pulled a loopy, wobbly Oshiro to her feet, the audience cheered and jeered, reacting with a range of emotions as Sienna poised herself to close this thing out! Katsumi did well to hang in there. Some might have said that she dug deep and went beyond when she kicked out at two. And as Sienna trapped the Punkette girl between her thighs yet again, Katsumi seemed to find the wherewithal to dig just a little bit more!

"Ack!" Sienna recoiled as Katsumi's leg curled and flung up to her face from an angle she never saw coming! Not many wrestlers had flexibility like that. Sienna was caught completely by surprise! The brief opening allowed Kat to free herself. It might have been instinct or desperation or both, more than likely Kat's desire to avoid a loss at all costs, but she made use of her agility by escaping and zipping behind Sienna faster than Sienna could recover! Oshiro skillfully slid her leg and upper body into position. She applied an Abdominal Stretch to slow her opponent down and keep Sienna at bay! She slowly began capitalizing on this opening to try and derail Sienna's momentum. Sienna's frame contorted beneath Katsumi's! She grit her teeth and protested. Her muscles began to flex visibly against the Punkette's more modest frame as she tried to summon the strength to power out!

"Urrrgh! You think this...can stop me!?" Smith protested. But her struggling was soon stifled. She was arguably physically stronger than Oshiro, but Oshiro didn't stop at just the ab stretch! The defiant middleweight balled her fist and swung if down into Sienna's tight abs! A satisfying thud echoed out as Sienna's resistance stifled. It might not have for the mold of textbook wrestling, the but referee and audience were awed by Kat's desire to hang in, by her desire to stay alive in this match. So much so that the official didn't event discourage her! Sienna grunted with each blow! By the fifth punch to the abs, she was finally able to time the rhythm of the blows such that she could catch Kat's fist with her free left hand!

"Gah! Just....stay...down!" Smith roared as she began lifting Kat's arm up high. Sienna aimed to bring Katsumi's arm up and over her head such that she might find the leverage to find her way out of this hold! If Sienna managed to find her way out by relying on her strength and wrestling ability, she'd keep her grip on Katsumi's arm and use it to throw the girl towards the ropes and set her up for an Irish Whip to change the pace of things!

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She needs a breath. That's all. She just needs a second to breathe. To get oxygen in her lungs, her muscles. Her body wants to give out, but she can't let it. The feeling of being tangled with Sienna is a mixed bag. She hates this beautiful chick who insisted on putting her mouth on her in the last match. She hates that she's been playing mindgames with her tonight as well. She hates that her life could be over in a matter of seconds.

But that's why she's fighting this hard; like a gazelle clamped by an alligator. It's going to kick and thrash until it's dead, because there is no other choice. That's what these punches are. They're thrashing. And when her arm is caught, her burning muscle attempts to push through it anyway to continue pummeling her enemy. "Hnng..!" Her arm is pulled up, over Sienna's head, and ultimately forcing her to detangle from the abdominal stretch. Her heart catches in her throat as she's brought in, and promptly flung to the opposite end of the ring.

Katsumi pivots to catch the cables against her back, and they launch her to Sienna once more on the rebound. Only Katsumi intends to make use of this as well. She comes in low, hoping to avoid being caught before popping upright again essentially against Sienna's body, mashing her modest bust to Sienna's larger breasts, bare, trim stomach against equally bare abdominals. Her arms snap around Sienna's waist, and using the momentum of the run, attempts to yank the two of them into a single backflip; a Spanish fly maneuver.

The end result, all things going well for her, would see Sienna slammed brutally down to the mat, with Katsumi landing sprawled directly overtop her. Hips to hips, stomach to stomach, chest to chest, and likely Katsumi's sweating face resting against Sienna's cheek.

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Sienna fights to maintain her advantage. She knew she was the favorite going into this. She knew that Katsumi's will could be broken, that her opponent was merely thrashing about. She threw the girl to the ropes, eager to overwhelm her on her return trip. Yet as Katsumi ran back to her, she didn't do so like a hapless rookie on a crash course for a Clothesline or an Elbow, Oshiro ran with purpose! Conviction flashed in the Punkette's eyes as she ran in low and looked to meet the bikini-clad babe, body to body! Their frames smacked into one another, and Sienna's eyes widened as Katsumi began to flip with her in tow, setting her up for a crowd pleasing Spanish Fly!

"Wha-?!" Smith shouts in surprised before she soars through the air a short distance and falls on her back, with Katsumi on top of her! She laid there sandwiched between her smaller opponent and the canvas! Katsumi's sudden momentum shift did not go unnoticed by the referee! The official took note of the fact that Katsumi was on top of a supine Sienna! She dropped down to count!

"ONE...!"

"TWO!"

"Not today, chick!" Sienna would scream as she threw her shoulder up off the canvas at the two count! Smith would push Kat as she kicked out, putting force and authority into her kickout so that she could put some distance between herself and the Punkette!

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"Ahn!" Katsumi's cry is equal parts discouraged and frustrated as Sienna breaks the pin and shoves at her. The young punkette rolls over a couple times before ending on her back on the mat, face, chest, and stomach glistening under the overhead lights in sweat. Every breath pushes her chest to heave against the tight constraints of her sportsbra-style top, and she presses her palms against her forehead to push the clingy bangs away from her eyes.

Rally. She has to rally. She can't let up. She hurt her. Right?

Still dazed, mind hazed from the impact she'd suffered, Katsumi twists over onto her hip and rolls onto all fours, back arched inwards. Her strength is visibly sapped, but she's still pushing. One foot tucks beneath her, and she pushes herself up to her full height again. Unsteadily, she turns to face Sienna again - or to look for her. There's a fair chance she's already on her feet and waiting.

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Both ladies seemed drained after the kickout. Sienna sat on and rolled onto her side. She pressed her palm against the canvas and observed Katsumi come to a complete halt.

"You got tougher. I'll give you that much." Smith says aloud before gritting her teeth and plotting. Sweat formed on her brow as she began to rise. The bodacious beauty flips her hair once she manages to make it to a standing position. Beads of sweat flew off her toned frame and hair as she threw her hair to the side and got right to business. She knew that she could catch Kat by surprise since she got up first. And she knew exactly how she was going to go about it! How she'd create the opening to put the Punkette away and claim her!

Sienna would race towards the far corner of the ring and scale the turnbuckles. By the time she managed to perch herself up there, she'd find Oshiro was finally standing and looking for her! And Sienna would make her presence known by revealing herself! The bikini-clad babe would stand up straight and soar from the top rope! She'd throw her feet forward as she attempted to overwhelm Katsumi with a Missile Dropkick from across the ring!

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And there she is, poised atop a turnbuckle. Katsumi raises her arms, hands balled into fists, lips parted in ragged panting. Her heart has already sunk at seeing her opponent in that ready position.

Sienna takes to flight. Katsumi's mind is caught between trying to counter or moving out of the way. The end result sees her standing still. She takes the dropkick to the chest, blasting her off her feet. The Punk Princess's tired body hits the mat hard and rolls limply. At last, she comes to a stop at the opposite corner of the ring, splayed and motionless but for the deep rise and fall of her stomach with each hard breath, skin glistening with sweat under the harsh overhead lights. Katsumi's face is turned aside, towards Sienna; eyes shut, mouth still open, at peace.

Is she out? Is this it? The audience certainly expects that the Japanese fighter is thoroughly finished. All that's left is for Sienna to, once and for all, put her away.