Sienna Smith vs Katsumi Oshiro - Winner Take All!

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Sienna took the risk. Perhaps it was skill or perhaps it was experience that allowed the gamble to end in her favor. She caught Katsumi before she could react. She blasted the Punkette off her feet and across the ring into the corner! The impact got the audience on their feet! Even as far as Missile Dropkicks usually go, the move was very well-executed. Sienna looked commanding and majestic as she flew.

Sienna landed on her upper back and rolled back onto the balls of her feet, using her momentum from the Dropkick. She popped up to her feet and spread her arms wide, pandering to the crowd that was loving seeing the action ramp up like this.

With Katsumi hanging on by the thread, Sienna was free to saunter over to her, swinging her hips side to side as she stalked Oshiro and came after her!

"I think we can finally wrap this up, Kat, don't you? Think of how cute you'll look when I bring you home and get you all dolled up! I always thought you looked better in lolita than punk, anyways!" Sienna would say as she reached down to pull The Punkette from the corner and walk her towards the center of the ring. Sienna would cup the bottom of Katsumi's chin in her hand. She knew she couldn't do anything outright suggestive in this match, of course. She'd be disqualified instantly if she did. Sealing the finish with a kiss is what won her the match handily last time. But she could still be cute! Sienna would try to pull Kat's weary, semiconscious face up to her own and nuzzle Katsumi's nose with her own, giving her an Eskimo kiss before sweeping her off her feet to set up for the end! If left uncontested, Sienna would scoop Katsumi upside-down and into position for a Tombstone Piledriver! She'd hold Kat upside-down and stretch the moment to make her dread it!

"Don't feel too bad, honey! It was a good match! But you always knew it would end this way! Everyone did!"

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Katsumi is barely present. Her body feels broken. She has no energy. Her limbs feel rubbery. Everything wants to give in. How did it get to this point? Why is it Sienna has such an easy time breaking down her defenses and ruining her? She snuck some bad tactics in there, broke the rules at least once! But is she really that fragile?

Katsumi stumbles along as she's walked to the center of the ring, her eyelids heavy. Sienna easily tilts her face and meets nose-to-nose with her. Katsumi can't so much as react to it, her arms hanging at her sides.

In an instance, the Punkette is swept into the air, suspended upside-down. She can feel her body pressed securely into Sienna's - corner to corner. Her face, hanging against Sienna's warm hips. Her modest breasts, mashed against Sienna's flat belly. Her stomach, pushing tight against Sienna's breasts. Her hips, at Sienna's face. Katsumi can't wriggle free here. Her arms weakly loop around the other girl's waist, as if accepting her inevitable doom.

Without so much as a sound, every muscle in Katsumi's body flinches, rushing a knee to slam against Sienna's head. Katsumi takes a couple hard breaths, then clenches again to pool her strength into another knee. Then a third. Her legs swing forward, attempting to upset the balance and force Sienna into a steep backwards arch; if successful, Katsumi's feet will find the mat, and she'll hoist Sienna into that same tombstone piledriver position, reversing the hold on her.

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Fans reacted with a range of emotions as Sienna toyed with her foe before going in for the kill, so to speak. With Katsumi as close as she possibly could be to bring out on her feet, the rest seemed like a formality! Sienna sealed this Piledriver with an innocent cheek nuzzle. Once she made the Punkette hers, she'd be able to do so much more with her anyway. Smith hoisted the girl upside-down. Katsumi's slender body was flush against her own shapely, toned, scantily-clad frame. This was it. Sienna drank in the moment, holding Katsumi there in her clutches as suspense and expectations climaxed! Sienna took a stance, feet shoulders width apart. Just as she readied herself to jump up and defeat Kat for the second consecutive time....

"Urgh! What?!" Sienna exclaimed in pain.

"Ow!" Sienna would grimace and stagger. A third knee strike followed. Similar to the Scorpion Kick she was forced to endure much earlier in the match, Kat's flexibility and wherewithal afforded her the opportunity to strike with knee after knee! Had Sienna approached her foe with professionalism and urgency, this match may very well had been over. She'd have driven Oshiro into the canvas by now! But giving Katsumi time proved to be a huge mistake! Those knees did force her to stagger back just a step, and that step was all The Punkette! Sienna's back arched slightly, but it was just enough! It was just what Katsumi needed to counter that Tombstone Piledriver into one of her very own! Sienna would be taken aback! The fans would collectively clamor and cheer for the underdog as she found a way to stay in this! Sienna would begin to kick wildly! Was this happening? Is this for real?! Sienna thought to herself as she was taken by surprise!

"Wait! Wait! Wait! You were out, chick! There's no way!" Smith resisted with brute force alone! If she couldn't muscle her way out right away, she was en route for a nasty spill! For the same move that she was about to do Katsumi in with!

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Katsumi has no words. It's taking her every effort to coordinate her limbs and pool her strength. So as the two vertically roll over, Katsumi hefts the ebon beauty into the air in a mirror of their previous position. Katsumi's arms trembled around Sienna's narrow waist, hugging her toned body tight against herself. Breasts are mashed against bellies, faces against hips. Katsumi's rests slightly forward between Sienna's legs, her frame shaking as the other girl thrashes.

But with a barbaric, desperate yell, Katsumi bounds into the air and swings her legs out spreadeagle to spike her opponent's head against the mat. She doesn't release her from the tight grip immediately, however, as she lands with her. She clings to the other girl's body as if fearing Sienna might spring to life again, latching to the semblance of control she has in the match. But given a few seconds, she tilts forward to drop the dark-haired girl onto her back to look down at her, panting open-mouthed, her frame sagging, hoping to assess her condition.

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Sienna was still at a loss exclaiming and thinking over his Katsumi could have any gas left in the tank. The beautiful babe thrashed and flailed. She tried to overcome her shock and regain control. But between the roars from the crowd and Katsumi's own battle cry, Smith's protests are muffled. Only the sounds of her telling obscenities can be heard as Oshiro drops down, driving the crown of Sienna's skull into the canvas!

Despite the fact that her opponent was running on empty, Sienna was dropped with a loud thud. She was now splayed out, arms and legs apart as she laid there at Katsumi's ones. Her eyes were blank. Her hair in shambles. Sienna's huge bust heaved as she subconsciously inhaled and exhaled deeply. Sienna stared towards the ceiling and the stadium lights. This match against the woman that she beat nearly effortlessly the last time was suddenly an extremely close and even match-up! The two were neck and neck! Against everyone's expectations, Kat was holding her own!

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This was it. The chance. The opening.

Katsumi knew she could go straight for the pin. Most people probably would. But she needs to know Sienna is done, and the best time to capitalize on this is just... now. Right now. While her head is spinning, while her mind is possibly blanked.

Panting, her fingertips trembling, she reaches for Sienna's beautiful mane of damp, dark hair. Pulling, ignoring the background tune of the referee fussing at her, Katsumi drags Sienna to sit up, then find her knees, and finally lift up to her full height facing her.

Katsumi didn't trust herself to climb a turnbuckle in this state. That left her with a couple options. But one of them... she had to do. She had to look her opponent in the eye. She needed to end this in a position nothing short of physically dominant.

Sienna's hair is released, and Katsumi's arms lash around Sienna's waist. Comparatively, the two girls are the same size - not counting busts, of course. So Katsumi doesn't have to compensate much to bring Sienna's bare belly against hers, squeezing her stomach into herself. Every inhale she'll feel free Sienna is met with a tiny increase in pressure from Katsumi. Her arms can't reach an overwhelming level of force anymore in this match, but she doesn't need to. She just needs Sienna to not be able to catch her breath. She just needs her to stay weakened.

Modest breasts mash into Sienna's perkier bosom. Katsumi's hips lock firmly against her dark-skinned foe's. If Sienna were feeling excited, turned on, or otherwise intimate, this hold wouldnt be doing anything to lessen the sensation... and Katsumi doesn't care. It isn't as if Katsumi isn't secretly enjoying the heated feel of Sienna's body against her. She hates her, and a part of her is loving every passing second of this hate-filled, near-intimate contact. But as her arms bite into Sienna's lower back, sifting through sweat-soaked skin to grind belly-to-belly, hips-to-hips, breasts-to-breasts with her, Katsumi just wants to match her vivid green eyes against Sienna's.

She wants her to see that defiance. That fire. And her heart aches to see a look of panic, fear, or dread from Sienna. But she'd even settle for a look of acceptance. Or even enjoyment, or arousal. She just wants Sienna's eyes on her, some kind of acknowledgment of the moment as she sets up her finish.

"L-look at me...," she whispers to her through the strain of grinding Sienna's body into herself.

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This rivalry between these two rebels, these two vixens- it was growing. Tension built throughout the arena as Katsumi sealed the deal with her Piledriver. Cheers erupted. Sienna was splayed out at her feet. Yet Kat chose not to cover her. Somehow The Punkette realized that this would bring neither of them the closure they were after. Maybe Sienna would have found the will to kick out. Perhaps Oshiro simply would have been dissatisfied winning this way. Regardless this war raged on. One disheveled, fatigued hottie crawled over to the other. Sienna could feel the warmth of the exhausted Katsumi's hands and arms as her hair was pulled up off the canvas and her body along with it. She opened her eyes to see a debilitated, yet adamant Katsumi. Looking into her eyes, she understood. The both of them were on the same wavelength. Their breathing synced up as Kat pried her off the canvas and to her knees. Sienna placed her hands on Katsumi's shoulders as she rose up to her feet along with her opponent.

It was all making sense to her now. Both of them wanted a decisive win. The cheers and applause wouldn't mean half as much to either woman if they didn't win in convincing fashion. Sienna already had hers. Some of the commentators at ringside discussing their rivalry said she nearly squashed Katsumi in their last encounter. Sienna was out to do it again. She had declared it over and over. But it was only just now dawning on the bikini-clad babe that Kat was out to do the same to her!

"You....won't win....you....won't beat me!" Sienna declared through ragged breaths as Katsumi pulled her in. Their chests met. Their abs met. Body mashed against body as Katsumi went for something of a rest hold. Sienna let out a pained grunt as Kat began to put force into it. Despite the fact that Katsumi initiated, Sienna's larger bust eclipsed Katsumi's own! Sienna's hard abs grew tighter as she tensed. Sienna brought her arms over Katsumi's. She interlocked her fingers behind the Punkette's back. Sienna wasn't content to suffer the hold! Instead, she'd make it a mutual Bearhug! As their sweat and breath coalesced, so did their emotions! That mutual hate that carried with it an odd sense of arousal. The feeling of enjoying being close to one another, enjoying asserting dominance over one another. It was the same feeling that made Smith's dominant win over Oshiro so satisfying last time!

As their fronts ground against one another, Sienna heard Kat's words. She pulled her head back and did as Katsumi asked. Sienna can see the resolve in Kat's eyes. She met them with conviction of her own! Right away, Sienna would dig her heels into the mat upon seeing them. She'd buck her hips forward and attempt to overpower Katsumi by lifting the Punkette off her feet to carry her into an airborne Bearhug to take full control! Sienna's biceps tensed something fierce as she tried to use whatever little energy she had left in her reserves to assert herself!

"Don't look at me like that! I'm the one in control here! I'm the one who will always have power over you! Just like I did last time! Remember that!" Sienna cries out as she tried to wrest control of the match up back from Oshhro!

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Katsumi had hoped that the piledriver was enough to rattle Sienna and make her compliant. She really, really hoped it would be. And at first, it seemed like it would have been. Pinning her after nailing her own finisher would've been a cheeky sort of disrespect, and it had a high chance of success! But that's not what Katsumi wanted. She wanted to pin Sienna, but her way. Dominant. Face to face. After making her take her finisher. After everything she's been put through, that would be the way to do it.

Feeling Sienna's hands on her as she sets her up isn't unexpected. Sienna's not unconscious. She doesn't want her to be unconscious. She wants her to lie helplessly beaten under her. But when her arms clamp over hers, this gets a quiet hiss of frustration - she's still in it. So she wants this win as much as her.

Feeling Sienna's arms squeeze, Katsumi doesn't shy back whatsoever. The streamlined muscle throughout her figure clinches, forearms biting into Sienna's lower back, body pressuring hard against body, easily feeling every breath the other girl draws. The mutual bearhug hurts. She can only hope that Sienna feels it just as badly as her. With as long and arduously as they've been grappling, the heat is near overwhelming. Sweat-slickened skin grinds against sweat-slickened skin, abdominal muscle straining against abdominal muscle, breasts mashing hard to breasts. A tremble runs through Katsumi's arms as she pours her all into the hold. She needs an opening...

But that opening doesn't come for her. She suddenly finds Sienna's hips bucking against hers, forcing her feet off the mat with a gasp. That gives Sienna so much more leverage in the crushing hold, her arms serving as the best buffer against the squeeze - but at the same time, not giving her many defensive options.

"A-aagh..!"

Mouth agape, eyes squeezed shut, Katsumi's neck arched back and knees bent as she's squeezed. One eye opens again, peering down into Sienna's face. And suddenly, her head rockets down, aiming to collide temple to temple with the other girl. If she can get her feet on the mat and cause Sienna's arms to loosen up just a little, this is it.

Her back arches to take the balance from Sienna, and with a torque and thrust, attempts to launch the two of them into the air, ultimately, to crash hard against the mat in Katsumi's belly-to-belly suplex finisher, the Shut Down.

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Little more than raw willpower and grit moved the bodies of both women as they vied for dominance over one another in the ring, tonight. Both women were out to prove themselves, to assert themselves over the rival they defied them across the ring. Their perspiring, tired bodies rubbed and abraded against one another as Sienna Smith and Katsumi Oshiro fought to overpower one another in a mutual Bearhug!

Sienna had felt that she had a good grasp. The bronze-skinned babe was waiting for The Punk Princess to falter. It would be any moment now! Fans in attendance and watching worldwide grew concerned over whether Oshiro would succumb. And she shocked everyone in the arena when she did not!

"Unnngh." A deep groan escaped Sienna's lips. She'd grit her teeth in anger as the defiance coming from Kat that she was working hard to suppress only continued to flare up! She could feel the determination as Kat's embrace tightened. It fueled Sienna to keep pouring the pressure on the Punkette! As Oshiro's forearms but into Sienna's lower back, Sienna would ensure that her biceps curled further into Katsumi's exposed midriff! As Kat pushed forward and mashed her abs and bust into Sienna's, Sienna would dig bare her heels further into the canvas and push back! As the will to win flared up in the Punkette, the same will stirred within Sienna! She hoisted Oshiro off her feet! She applied all the pressure she could! She went in for the kill! She looked to seal the deal and claim Katsumi as her own! Katsumi's whole body curled backwards into a C shape! Sienna held the girl up high as she sought to end this!

"That's it, little girl! Tap out now! Submit to Sienna and accept your place! I won't treat ya that bad!" Smith gloated as she got the upper hand! The referee closed in. It seemed that soon the striped-shirt female official would have to make a judgment call. For Katsumi's own safety and for the longevity of her career, she moved in to check the arm to confirm whether or not The Punkette was still conscious! But just when it seemed that Katsumi's fire in this contest had finally been extinguished, just when Sienna was getting ready to flex and claim victory, Katsumi reared her head forwards, bringing it down onto Sienna's skull with a thunderous headbutt!

The sound of the blow echoed out! Sienna's head snapped backward as Kat connected! The bikini-clad beauty gasped wordlessly. Her glorious mane flew behind her in an arc! Sienna's eyes glazed over for just a moment! Smith was dazed!

Whether this was planned or whether it was pure instinct driving Katsumi forward, she had created the briefest of openings! Stunning Sienna allowed Katsumi's feet to be reunited with the ground! She was back to s vertical base and she used that stability and her center of gravity to set up her finishing move! In a swift motion, she seizes Sienna by the waist and hoists her up hard enough so that both women's feet leave the mats! She comes crashing down in Sienna with an impressive Belly to Belly Suplex that she's coined the Shut Down! Both women come tumbling down like a mini avalanche with Katsumi stacked on top! Sienna lays there, her head scrambled. She holds her head and stared up at the lights!

Should the referee move into position, and should Katsumi remain atop Sienna's person, it wouldn't be long before the audience and the ref would be counting the pin in unison!

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It was a tremendous amount of strain Katsumi was under. She was no longer really feeling it. She was hardly feeling anything. All the sensations, everything, from heated, sweat-slickened skin contact to the myriad aches and throbs of physical abuse had amassed into one formless, shapeless blob of nothing. Adrenaline and endorphins were doing their job. The notion of just how hurt she'd be the following day hasn't occurred to her, either. The only thing on her mind is taking advantage of that opening.

Bodies arced through the air.

The impact is a brutal one. The ring shudders beneath the explosive impact of their combined weight, all focused on hammering Sienna's back and crushing her front. They bounce once in rebound before settling, and Katsumi refuses to peel her body off of Sienna's. The dark-skinned girl's waist is released in favor of brutishly snatching her wrists from cradling her swimming head, and instead forcefully slamming them down to the mat at either side of said head. Katsumi leans into her, unabashedly pushing herself tighter against Sienna's body with the goal of pressing her cheek against Sienna's and forcing her face to turn aside.

Every exhale from the lithe punkette is a desperate, heated wheeze, her frame rising and falling heavily against her opponent.

The referee is immediately beside the pair. Her hand strikes the mat, and the audience overwhelms her voice as they begin their crescendo count in tandem: "ONE!"