Catherine Celestial vs Katsumi Oshiro - No Disqualification

[CyanDimitrik]

There it is. This move used to be a tried and true finisher. It still has the same impact. It still carries the same weight - so to speak. It's ended many matches in this exact position: the rival flat on her back, with Katsumi stretched dominantly over her body. The pin is unabashedly physical, unreserved in the amount of skin contact.

Hell. That's part of the point. To connect with the other person lying beneath her. To show dominance in a visceral way; her body lying atop theirs, corner to corner. She wants her presence felt thoroughly as much as she wants to feel her pinned opponent beneath her.

It's a rush. A euphoric high like nothing else.

The referee drops beside the pair. The hand raises and slaps the mat beside Catherine's head.

"ONE!"

Katsumi's head lifts to look out at the audience, devilishly confident smile presented to them. Catherine had absolutely roughed her up and gave her a Hell of a scare before at the edge of the ring. But tonight's her night. It's finally happening. After pushing so hard, so long, she's getting that critical step into the upper-echelons...

The hand slaps again.

"TWO!"

She can feel it. That burning sensation, the twisting in her stomach in eager anticipation. Nerves are firing off wildly, her heart racing. She shifts just a little against Catherine, her body brushing against hers in some vain effort to settle herself, but it doesn't help. It just re-emphasizes the woman lying pinned beneath her, which redoubles that eager, anxious feeling...

The hand raises.

Suddenly, Catherine bucks herself to get a shoulder up.

"UWAH!?"

Katsumi's full focus snaps back to Catherine, looking down at her face, then quickly to the referee for confirmation. But she's already waving two fingers about, signaling no fall. And Catherine hasn't stopped struggling, taking full advantage of the opportunity to shove Katsumi off of her and get her arms free.

Indeed, Katsumi tries to tail her, intent on doing some damage. But Catherine delivers a no-frills punch right into the soft cheek of the Punk Princess. Her vision briefly whites out again, then comes back in dazed spots.

The referee saw that. There are no DQ's. There'll be no fussing over striking with a closed fist tonight, not in this match.

Katsumi is left to wallow on her back, one hand setting to her cheek as she tries to focus through the new haze.

[Blade ocs]

Catherine took some breaths as Katsumi lay down on the ground. She slowly gets onto her feet. Seeing Katsumi struggling.

Catherine goes to fall onto Katsumi; however, she makes sure her landing is packing an elbow drop to her stomach.

If that worked, she would get up. She went to grab her head to try and lift her up onto her knees. Making Katsumi's body fall on Catherine's for support or grabbing her torso/arms to help lift her up.

If successful, she would put Katsumi's head between her thighs as she bigs into her hair. Then she goes for her finisher. THE GREAT DESTROYER. If this move works she would go to sit on Katsumi stomach for the pin fall.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi squirms against the mat, shapes quickly reforming over head as the haze disperses. With one hand resting on her cheek, the other arm starts to shift aside, intent on finding her balance and bracing an elbow against the mat to collect herself. And then a crushing, painful impression is bore into the pit of her stomach. Her everything clenches. She wants to cry out in pain, but the oxygen has escaped her. She's curled up purely on reaction, eyes wide and in that blend of panic and agony, before the elbow is removed from her stomach.

Instantly, Katsumi is rolling onto her side and curling, wheezing to try to get the air back into her lungs. But Catherine clearly has no intention to relent yet. She feels the fingers hook around her head, pulling her up, denying her the comfort of contracting against her hurt midsection, until she's on her knees, looking up at the other woman with big green eyes. This is a bad position to be in. She knows it. She knows it all too well. Her body refuses to budge, the ache burning through her senses and the daze still slowing her ability to act. And as predicted, when Catherine lifts her to her full height and the support lessens, Katsumi is left to slump against her. Dead on her feet. Her chest rests heavily against Catherine's, her head resting on her shoulder, her arms hanging at her sides.

That head is grabbed again, this time by the hair. The sting against her scalp feels so minor compared to the dread gnawing away at her hurt stomach, and once again, she finds herself trapped between the other woman's thighs, the back of her neck, pressed up against the base of her hips. Finally, finally, she gets a gasp of air.

It's energizing, but it's not enough. Katsumi reaches up weakly, pawing against Catherine's thighs. Every horror she'd imagined she'd be subjected to at the edge of the ring rushes to the forefront of her mind - a piledriver. That one particular move she feared the most. But maybe it'll be a facebuster. If Catherine hooks her arms, it might be okay--

She feels Catherine's arms wrap around her stomach. Her heart races. This can't be it. This can't be how her first major step in the right direction ends. Not only in defeat, but in the worst way possible to her, unconscious!

"N-no..!," she manages to wheeze. "Don't-.. please..!" There's no snark in her voice, no bravado, no theater. Just actual fear and pleading. Not like this, not like this...!

She feels Catherine's body tumble over her in a pseudo-hop, hauling Katsumi up with the movement, whipping her over, and driving the top of her head against the mat. The audience goes wild. The arena is awash in the white noise of mixed praise and jeer. But ultimately, it's a frenzy at the sight of the brutality.

The momentum sees Katsumi naturally roll back to her feet, standing upright. But there's no shine behind those normally bright, vibrant emerald eyes - just a flat matte. Her body sways forward slightly, then unceremoniously drops back flat to the mat. Silky blueblack hair fans out behind her, her arms fall wide to either side, and the girl rests supine.

Eyes shut the moment she lands. Katsumi appears out. This looks like a done deal.

Catherine finds no resistance in claiming her seat upon Katsumi's trim stomach.

The referee drops beside them, slapping a hand to the mat beside Katsumi's head with force enough to feather her hair.

"ONE!"

[Blade ocs]

The crowd cheered immensely. After Catherine did her finisher. Catherine heard her plea. However, this is law.

"This is L.A.W., hun; everyone is hungry in the company. More ways than one." Catherine stated as she sat on her body.

1

She is just starting at Katsumi. Seeing her struggle. Will she make a pin escape or suffer her defeat? Catherine is resting on her and using her as a human seat. If she really wants to make it big, she better come out of this.

2

Catherine see Katsumi raises her should. She sighs. She still on Katsumi but she gets up and walks to her sdie and ba ks up to see what she gonna do. She ready to assault her big time.

[CyanDimitrik]

Somewhere in the back of Katsumi's mind, she can hear Catherine. In the deep, currently dark recesses of what would normally be a bright and shiny consciousness, her words register. Her body refuses to engage, like a car with a shot engine. Her world is murky, thick, dark fog, and everything in her is demanding she rest and recuperate. She's had enough. The body needs to rest.

The mind is screaming. Somewhere, drowned in the dark, it's arguing against the body's obstinate refusal to obey.

Everyone is hungry in the company.

The first thing Katsumi notices is that it's a little harder to breathe. She can't inhale fully - something is restricting her. Pressing on her stomach. The second thing she notices is the dull, grainy sweep of voices surrounding her, scratching like paper being crinkled up and uncrinkled over and over. No words can be made out. Just that cacophonous sound.

Katsumi's hand lifts weakly, uncoordinated, coming to rest along Catherine's thigh. That registers next. That's not her she's feeling. That's another body. Warm, slick with sweat, supple with muscle. That's a person. A person sitting on her, pressing their weight into her stomach.

Everyone is hungry in the company.

The phrase plays back a little louder. And all at once, realization pierces through the foggy haze of her delirium like a lance.

She's being pinned.

Oh god. Oh god. What count are they on!?

"Ungh..." The pitiful vocalization does her internal panic no justice. Her head turns slightly to the side, eyes remaining shut.

The ring shudders beside her, the tremor registering throughout her entire body lying flat against it.

"TWO!"

That number sends a jolt of adrenaline into her system. It's still not enough. "Angh..!" The protest is weak, but Catherine can feel Katsumi starting to shift beneath her hips, her legs scooting against the mat uselessly.

The referee's hand raises again, then comes swinging down to the mat.

"THR-- NO!"

It was a desperate, instinctual, primal urge to stay in the fight, even when she didn't know if she could stand yet. But Katsumi's right arm is raised. The hand left Catherine's thigh to reach for the sky above, bringing her shoulder off the mat and breaking the pin.

"ONLY A TWO-COUNT!," announces the referee. But she can't be heard by anyone except Catherine and Katsumi. The roar of the audience is simply too loud.

[Blade ocs]

Catherine sees Katsumi see her barely move her body. She goes to get up. She wants to see if she will get up. She walks away a bit and then turns.



She goes and looks at her. She bends her knees. The crowd is getting interested in this prey and hunter thing going on. Catherine can easily do something to get the win, but maybe she is not taking chances.



"Get up... let me finish this," Catherine told her.


She can have all of this end if she lets Catherine have her way. No more pain...well, some more pain, but nothing after that.


Catherine decides it is not worth it, and she walks to Katsumi only to go and try to stomp her stomach to stun her so she can go for a sharpshooter submission on Katsumi.