Give'em What They Want - Katsumi Oshiro vs Sonata Kazuhiko

[CyanDimitrik]

Standard Match
Win by Pinfall, Submission, or KO
Swimsuit Attire Match

At last, Katsumi has been called back to the ring! She took a little time to herself following the recent matches. Though wrestling is her life, the girl needed to find her center again. LAW was not the place she thought it was. It's easy to fall victim to the endorphins released in a fight, mixing with the excessive skin contact involved in grappling and pinning. But here, it seemed to really... attract a certain kind of fighter?

She isn't sure. Katsumi is still trying to figure some things out.

Doesn't matter. She's about to feel amazing again, and it'll be at the hands of some hapless sap who's been set against her! Beating people up always puts her in a better mood. Posturing over them, the feel of pinning them down, hearing the referee count their "demise"... she could live in those moments.

But did it have to be another swimsuit attire match? Did Sienna put someone up to this?

Katsumi frowns at herself in the mirror. She has a nice body, she thinks. Sure, no sixpack to speak of. But she's fit. She's slender. She's just not... particularly well-endowed, or imposing. Her shoulders hunch a bot, trying to come up with a way to blame the sparkly, fish-scale sequin amethyst bikini she wears. Secure straps, full coverage around the back, a halter-style top; it's as safe as it's gonna be, while showing off the entirety of her smooth legs, arms, and trim midsection.

She glances down to her bare toes. The wiggle. Well, tonight the audience will get to see her pink toenails. Kaloo-kalay.

A puffy sigh escapes her.

Fast forward, and the arena lights darken. The remixed song of gaming yesteryear begins to thump through the speakers. Purple laserlights begin firing off along the sides of the ramp, set in sync with the beat.

"Making her way to the ring!," bellows the announcer. "At 5'5", and weighing in at 124 lbs.! From Osaka, Japan! KATSUMI! OOOOSHIROOOO!"

The Punk Princess swings out into view with a smooth pirouette on heel, ending with an upthrust fist. Instantly, she's reminded of her scant attire, and she puts her fist back down. Her lower lip is sucked between her teeth, eyes darting amidst the shadowy figures roaring for her.

She knows most of them would probably boo her under normal circumstances. But because she's showing SO MUCH skin... well, it's a thing.

She puts on a coolly confident smirk and fluffs her hair once before starting her stroll down to the ring. Without a shirt to remove tonight, she simply raises her hands, palms out as if both acknowledging the crowd and dismissing them at the same time.

Katsumi, but wrong attire!

Upon reaching the apron, she elects to carefully hop a hip up onto the edge and roll beneath the bottom rope to enter. Once within the confines of the squared circle, she raises her arms to either side and turns a slow spin, finally welcoming the attention.

But she doesn't linger. There remains some persistent discomfort, and she tucks herself back against her corner. At least the other girl will have to deal with the same thing, right?

[SuckerPunch]

Sonata sat in the locker room staring into the mirror. Her fingers wove black silk through her precious golden tresses as she considered what the night had in store for her. She didn't know much about her opponent, Katsumi, just that she was bigger than her... This of course, was nothing new. The Pixie of Pain was almost always the smaller competitor. It had become something she'd weirdly begun to take pride in, her ability to overcome the odds as a perpetual underdog. It... Didn't always pan out that way.

With a cross grip she finished the knot that secured her hair as she reflected on her last match. What had looked to be an intimate engagement between two lightweights had become a brutal catfight. A humiliating and bloody battle that she hadn't anticipated when she'd signed on the dotted line. As she left the locker room, she could only hope that tonight's match would be more tame.
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"And her opponent! Weighing in at 115 Lbs and standing 5'2", Fighting out of TOKYO JAPAN!!! THE PIXIE OF PAIN! SO-NA-TA! KAZUHIKOOOOO!"

Sonata emerged onto the ramp with her hands raised triumphantly! A smile forced its way onto her pretty young face as she greeted the audience. "H-hello everybody! I'm Sonata! Nice to meet you!" She called out to the fans as she waved and made her way to the ring. They couldn't hear her of course.

Sonata wore a cute one piece swimsuit, as per the matches stipulations. Unlike a classic one piece however, this one left her flat belly exposed. Emphasizing the allure of her fit, lithe figure. Despite her size, Sonata had been a combat athlete for the majority of her life, and she had the body to show for it. Lithe and powerful, many a foe had fallen under the surprising weight of her punch!

Spoiler

Sonata climbed in the ring and stood across from her opponent. She offered the woman who would be her rival a friendly, professional smile. "Nice to meet you! Let's have a good match!"

[CyanDimitrik]

And there she is, Katsumi's opponent. She's petite. But then again, most would consider the same of the punkette. She has a pretty face, too. Nice body. The swimsuit match was picked very deliberately, it seems. Katsumi's chest rises against the thin coverings of her bikini, and she exhales a breezy sigh.

It's fine. Everything's secure. No wardrobe malfunctions. She fought hard for her legitimacy. She won't be losing it now. And God knows how these saccharine types tend to be some of the biggest deviants around. Probably, anyway. Alright, so far the worst offenders were those who wore it on their sleeve.

Poor Sonata. All she did was smile and offer platitudes. But she's met with a mistrusting scowl. "Don't smile at me. I'm about to kick your ass," Katsumi scolds. "Or does that make it easier to cope?"

The little snark feels energizing and, at the same time, comforting. That's her natural habitat. She can find solace in being herself. It's not like they were gonna part the ring as friends anyway, right? Someone always has to leave the match looking like the bitch.

Katsumi strolls out of the corner and shrugs her shoulders back, assuming a more confident air. "If I pretend to be all nice to you, are you gonna feel like less of a loser when I'm pinning you down?" A smirk tugs the corner of her lips. Not of a predatory nature, but one of enjoyment.

[SuckerPunch]

The Liliputian lightweight listened to her foe with an unwavering smile. She crossed her hands behind her back and rocked back and forth on her heels cutely. She waited for the girl to finish her bitter tirade before responding.

"We're both here for the same reason, right? For the fans!" She threw her hands up waving with an award winning smile! The fans popped. It was cheap, maybe, but effective. And for Sonata, it was entirely true. She didn't participate in the sport of Professional Wrestling for any reason other than joy! She loved this sport!

"Don't pretend, that'd be a shame. I want you to try your absolute hardest!" She threw a hand forward, her index and middle finger spread in a childish "V" gesture.

"Nothing less than your best will do if you hope to beat me!" She met her opponent's smile with one of her own. Similarly, it was eager. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement. Her heart beat rapidly beneath her modest, perky breasts. She couldn't weight to feel her fist buried in the bare tummy of her foe. Gosh! She was going to look so cute sucking air!

[CyanDimitrik]

"I somehow doubt I'm gonna have to try my absolute hardest," derides Katsumi with a moue of the lips.

Despite the snark, the banter is perfectly enjoyable. It continues putting her at a bit more ease. There's a ghost of a smile tugging the corner of her lips after a few seconds, not minding the pandering to the audience, but opting out of following suit. She's a showman, but she wrestles for her, not them. Nevertheless, the other girl is endearingly upbeat and can apparently weather some sass. Good on her.

Suddenly, Katsumi darts in to attempt to start the festivities pre-bell! No frills, no fancy approach, Katsumi simply takes the initiative with a leading toe-kick aimed to sink into Sonata's belly! The sign of aggression sends the referee into a quick, flailing panic as she flails, signaling the bell to begin.

*DING*

[SuckerPunch]

"Then I somehow doubt you're going to win!" She retorted with a cute wink and another "V" gesture. The idol-like behavior sent the crowd into a frenzy and clearly delineated who the face and the heel were going to be for the match!

Following that through-line however, Katsumi acted to fill her role as aptly as Sonata had. She charged the petite blonde and lashed out with a kick to her mid-section. The cheap shot hit home, forcing Sonata's bathing suit-clad body to bend around the toe of Katsumi's boot as it sank into her belly. "BUH!" Was the only retort she had as her lungs were forced to expel all of their life-giving air!

The bell rang as Sonata crumpled to a knee clutching her stomach and leaving Katsumi in control. No amount of banter would soothe the ache in the pretty pixie of pain's poor abdomen.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's already smirking by the time her boot sets back down to the mat. It was so oddly satisfying; hushing a confident, pretty girl with a kick to the gut. It's partly why she likes targeting that area. The rest? Tactical! Break down the core, and the rest follows.

Not that she has anything against this girl, mind you! She's terribly cute, and her overbearing personality is helping keep attention off the fact that Kat's in a... well, considerably more compromising attire than she'd prefer.

The punkette moves in closer to the kneeling Sonata and reaches down for a fistful of her fine hair. With a tug, she attempts to pull the girl up to her full height again and side-step with her, pivoting her hips around her opponent's in a half-spin. The end result, if all goes well, is a waistlock, seeing Katsumi's arms pulling tight against Sonata's belly, her chest pressing in against the backs of her shoulders, her hips tight against her rear.

[SuckerPunch]

The match hadn't gotten off to the start that Sonata had hoped for. Katsumi had already taken her breath away! Leaving her on her knees and clutching her poor bare belly. Wincing, Sonata did her best to force her lungs to reinflate. It would take time... Precious seconds that Katsumi wasn't going to waste!

She was pulled upright before she was ready! And found herself trapped in the clutches of her opponent. She secured a waist-lock around the lightweight. The hold would control her movement entirely! Instinctively, Sonota's hands moved to Katsumi's grip to try to fend it off!

The swimsuit clad combatants found themselves pressed together sooner than she might have anticipated, much to the crowd's delight. Sonata could feel her partially bare backside pressing against Katsumi's hips. She could feel the warmth of her foe as she hugged her from behind. "You must really like me huh?" She wheezed. But she was under no false pretenses... Katsumi was going to use this superior position to try to hurt her. And Katsumi knew that Sonata was going to do everything in her power to stop her!

[CyanDimitrik]

It's the mild size advantage Katsumi's looking to seize on, and to break down the other girl's core! Every second counts, and if she can keep Sonata from breathing easily, or recuperating from that hit to the gut, she can eke out some early momentum and really punish her.

It's hard to ignore the 'predicament', though. Her regular attire doesn't cover much more than what she's currently wearing, but maybe it's the fact that there's nothing but those thin layers between them. Her breasts mash in behind Sonata's shoulders, her stomach pressed into the other girl's back, her hips firmly locked against her rear. Arms encircling her ribs, hands against her waist, all compressing in against her bare belly, flexing, tightening to try to resist Sonata's attempts to push them askew. It's a gutwrench bearhug Katsumi's locked on, and while she doesn't expect to win with it, she's hoping to squeeze the fight out of her pretty opponent.

"Tsh..," Katsumi scoffs, her head tilting in beside Sonata's cheek-to-cheek with her. "..you're cute, whatever."

[SuckerPunch]

Sonata's backside wiggled errantly against Katsumi's hips. It was an unavoidable result of their struggle. Her bare skin brushed against the thin barrier of Katsumi's bikini bottoms and brought a rush of heat to her cheeks. She could feel the woman's breasts, modest like her own, pressing against her back. The sensation causing the nipples upon her own budding pair to protrude proudly against the thin lycra of her cute succubus swimsuit.

Katsumi made sure the two women's bodies were inseparable, despite Sonata's struggling. Sonata winced, her face a cute portrait of effort, as she attempted to struggle free. That was, until Katsumi began to apply pressure to the hug. Their flirty exchange quickly evolving into something more combatative as she found her bare belly being crushed!

"Buh!" She expelled air cutely as Katsumi pressed their cheeks together! She tried to breathe and found it difficult, painful! To try and force some space for her to breathe! Her hands scrambled to meet Katsumi's, to earn some space for her to breathe. And even though she was suffering, she couldn't help but blush a bit deeper as Katsumi called her cute.