A great weight had been lifted from the mind of Cathy Jefferson. Having completed her debut match against Karin Shin (match result embargoed pending full story posting), the All American cowgirl from Montana was now a fully-fledged wrestler at LAW. Admittedly, her first bout had been a bit of a gimmick affair, taking place in a Rodeo setting designed to appeal to the US TV ratings. But her second would be a proper standard rules match: two pinfalls or submissions to decide. Broncobuster Cathy was facing another Japanese wrestler this time, in the form of Katsumi Oshiro, the Punk Princess and, from what she knew, her opponent was about the same level of experience as she was, having also completed her debut match recently.
As she prepared for the match in her dressing room, Cathy was looking forward to showing the home crowd what she could do with her wrestling skills. She was pretty sure she would use her superior height and weight to dominate the Japanese wrestler, although she would need to watch out especially for counterattacks by the other woman using her undoubted speed and nimble dexterity.
Cathy admired her fine, fresh-faced features in the mirror as she changed into her favourite wrestling attire, the yellow and brown chequered bikini top and cut off denim shorts that offset her blond hair and golden applefresh complexion perfectly. She was already building up a reputation after her first match and sensed she was going to be popular out there in the ring today: after all she was a blonde, a face wrestler and American, with white shiny teeth and healthy skin.
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Pretty soon Cathy heard her entrance music "Cowboy to the Core" signalling that it was time to make the long walk down through the crowds to ringside. She would hug a few fans on the way and give as many high fives as she had time for, never forgetting to present her very sweetest apple-cheeked smile towards the assembled throng at all times.
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Arriving ringside, the fighting cowgirl climbed up and vaulted over the top rope showing how just athletic she was, while acknowledging the cheers of the crowd. Then she turned to face the entrance which tonight's opponent would soon emerge from.
It's a long way to the top, and every match matters. None can be a throwaway. Every last one of them has to be something the audience can sink their teeth into, and something that showcases potential - the right to get a shot at a title. Katsumi may have joined too late to take part in the tournament underway, but pretty soon, that belt will be in circulation. She wants it. She wants that fame, that glory, that recognition. So when the management told her she's booked for a 'best two of three falls' match for her third appearance, Katsumi eagerly accepted. Demonstrations of endurance and the chance to really dominate can be a solid step in the right direction!
The fact that it's only her third match isn't lost on her. They're taking chances on her. And the girl she'll be facing is about as opposite to her as someone could possibly be in every way but one: she, too, is new to the federation. It doesn't give her much to go on in terms of doing research on her opponent - she's pretty, in a down-to-earth way, seems to put her best face forward with the audience, a real girlscout. Performance-wise, she seems strong and tough. And, of course, she's a little bigger than Katsumi.
Some things seem to just be a given! Birds fly, fish swim, and Katsumi's opponents have a size advantage. Her old federation didn't use weight divisions, so she had a fair mix back then. Here, finding a girl that's her size or, novelty of novelties, one who happens to be smaller than her, is a rarity.
Doesn't matter. It all comes back to goals and ambition. Katsumi reflects on it as she puts the final touches on her look in the mirror of her dressing room. Her lips press together, ensuring an even, if light coat of pink gloss. Everything else is already in place; from the longsleeved pink top to the black sportsbra-ish wrestling top underneath, the black short shorts, feline-themed belt, sleek black wrestling boots, and choker, she's the perfect mix of femininity and edge. Attempts to distract herself with final check-ups works only for a time, though. No matter how much she determines within herself to come out on top tonight, it's probably gonna be rough. Her hands set to the counter, head hanging. Inhale. Exhaaaale.
'Don't screw this up.'
A knock at the door alerts her. It's time.
Behind the curtain, Katsumi can hear the country girl working the crowd to the strains of an electric guitar and the vocals of... well, country. She grins to herself, already knowing the angle she's going to be playing with her. It's not original; not by a longshot. But it's still fun, and she's never been one to pass up the low-hanging fruit. Still, the crowd sounds like they really love this girl. They're going to be a pain to win over, if even possible. She prefers they cheer for her, but she can work with boos. It's a silent stonewall that really jacks her up.
She shakes her head, opting to put that out of her mind for now and instead focus on her entrance. Timing is everything. The music she chose for this match would be different yet again - something poppy, but a little less forceful, more enduring. A slow boil of a tune. And yet, still one that would make her oldschool gamer nerds in the crowd happy. The music begins pumping in the speakers...
The bass strikes of the music are met with bright, rhytmic flashes of strobe lights lining either side of the entry ramp. As the synths kick in, trios of red, green, and purple laser lights flash in beat before rolling with a flourish. The announcer begins:
"And introducing her opponent! From Osaka, Japan! KATSUMI! OOOOSHIROOOO!"
The young grappler springs into view, arms raised out to either side with palms flat and head bowed. She bobs in beat with the music, soaking in the receptive praise of the audience, letting it wash over her. Her head soon tips back, eyes happily shut and smiling brightly. When those dark green eyes turn to the ring, they zero on the girl already occupying it. Her bright smile becomes a confident smirk, and her bobbing with the music has been replaced with a rhythmic hip-bop. She holds out an upturned thumb and slowly rotates until it's in the downwards, disapproving position.
With that, she starts down the ramp at a spirited trot. Along the way, she grabs the lower hem of her pink top and draws it up and over her head, exposing her bare, toned midriff and black sportsbra-esque wrestling top covering the curvature of her breasts.
The shirt is cast to the corner of the ring before she hops up onto the ring apron. She performs a smooth rotation to face out to the audience, winks an eye, and backbends over the top rope to reverse somersault into the ring proper. From there, she moves into her corner to be inspected by the referee-girl for any foreign objects.
Now that she's close enough to get a good look at her opponent, there's just a twinge in her otherwise unbroken, confident smile. Cathy's freakin' cute. Like ridiculously cute. She's probably extremely sweet and thoughtful on top of it. She's already bracing for the audience to be squarely set against her in this one. But that's still something she can feed on. She can let Cathy be the favorite here tonight. As long as she walks away the winner, she can make it work.
"Hey, redneck!," she shouts across the ring as her music fades out. "You know this is a ring and not your uncle-slash-husband's barn, right?"
Let the barbs fly.
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"Redneck, huh?" So that was how the bitch wanted to play it, trash talk right from the start. But Cathy knew enough about all of that from her rural Montana upbringing and the border town bars and was able to shoot back in kind immediately. "Well, all I see standing in front of me right now is some weak and sorry-looking punk! Hardly worth coming all this way simply to show ya how wrasslin's done properly!" And Cathy smirked and raised her fist as she acknowledged the cheers of her supporters in the crowd. "Wanna see me put this punk in her proper place?"
"Yay Cathy - yay!!"
"You betcha!" Cathy was grandstanding shamelessly now, flicking her long blonde locks as she climbed on the ropes and started clapping her hands to get the crowd going.
"We want Cathy !! We want Cathy !!" It wasn't as if the whole crowd was getting behind her...yet, but a strong and vocal contingent were rooting for her already, a fact clearly not lost on her opponent as Cathy stepped down and shot Oshiro a self-satisfied, "told-you-so" smirk before bending over provocatively to perform some final stretches. The cute cowgirl wrestler was well aware how both opponents were exuding sexiness tonight: exposing their toned midriffs under tight wrestling tops that accentuated the curvature of their breasts. And the scantily clad cowgirl was determined to beat the punk princess in the sexiness stakes tonight; primarily by stretching her lithe body in a succession of holds that would have the awed crowd cheering her brilliance as well as her sexiness before she won this match with some awesome finishing move.
Cathy moved out of her corner once the referee was finished checking her over and made her way to the centre of the ring. As the bell rang out, she smiled her best teasing smile while advancing confidently towards her opponent, hands raised and fingers splayed to invite a lockup. "Don't you run away from me now, its time we got better acquainted!"
Katsumi props a fist to her hip, now cocked in defiant skepticism of Cathy's retorts. One eyebrow lowers with the other raised, unamused! She waits, letting the audience clap along with the cowgirl across from her, her gaze shifting to the audience at her left, then right right. She exhales a puff of air to tussle some blueblack bangs hanging a little too close to her right eye. Endure the audience's preference. That's what she has to do. She's done it so many times in the past, she can do it now. She'll never admit it, but it stings a little. It's so much better with the audience on your side.
But here? Katsumi didn't really have a chance. Cathy's good, just as she'd thought from her previous position behind the curtain. It's difficult to not be a little self-conscious next to her, though she knows, she knows, that she's just as physically appealing! Just in a different, more edgy way! Despite it, Cathy's picture-perfect looks results in a little manifest insecurity. Her arms fold across her bare, but toned stomach.
"No," she says when the audience has died down enough to hear her voice clearly. With a soft exhale, she releases the tension and refocuses on the task at hand. That is, sassing her opponent. "I'm here to demonstrate why siblings shouldn't marry!" The smirk returns to her face as she starts towards the center of the ring, her hips set to cocky sashay. "Talkin' about your parents, Southern Pride!," she continues. Her arms start to raise. "Now quit feeding me your cousin's pickup lines!"
The bell has already rung, so Katsumi has no more reason to wait! She rushes the blonde, looking to accept that invitation to lockup with her! Hands go for the girl's collar and shoulder, dark green gaze affixed to her blues, a determined intensity behind the pools. She doesn't expect overpowering Cathy to be an easy task, but she's making a legitimate, non-underhanded effort to seize control.
Cathy needn't have worried as the Punk Princess seemed just as eager to lock up as she was, rushing forward so they met in the centre of the ring, laced their fingers together and began to push against each other aggressively.
"Southern Pride, huh?" The blonde hissed as both svelte wrestlers hands went high, attractively-toned biceps straining as they pressed forward until their foreheads briefly touched. Realising she was in danger of losing the mind games, Cathy hollered the next bit loud enough for the crowd to hear. "Ya jes' don' know the first fricken thing about geography, do ya Nippon punk girl?"
Warming to her theme, the cowgirl wrestler began digging her fingers in, trying to bend her opponent's wrists back, using her slight height advantage to pour on the pressure. "Get this - Broncobuster Cathy ain't no Dixieland Southerner! Hails from the greatest state of Montana which happens to border with Canada n'all. Latitude's way north of where we're standin' right now, so guess that makes YOU the Southern softie, thicko!"
Twisting her wrists hard, Cathy felt their curvy breasts brushing together under their tops as she sought to increase the pressure and pain in the other girl's arms. Feeling some movement, the American wrestler grinned down into her opponent's pained face which was close enough to her own to make out the shiny pores. "Looks like you're all noise and no action, huh?"
Failing to start with a traditional lockup of collar and shoulder, Katsumi seems fine with the test of strength-style opening this time around. The cowgirl has a small size advantage on her, but they seem about on par with each other athletically. So their fingers lace, arms lock, and muscles tense. Katsumi's jaw sets in the struggle, knees bending to dig her boots into the mat. Their brows touch, Katsumi not shying back at all from the contest nor her dark green gaze breaking its defiant lock with her bright blues.
As Cathy starts to bend her wrists, a shock of pain runs through the joint to elicit an audible wince from the Punk Princess. "Ehn!" She falters in her stance, feeling herself being put on the defensive in this test. Breasts brush together as she attempts to redouble her losing efforts, but finds herself bending a little lower as the westerner gains the upper-hand. "Oh my God, who caaaares!," protests Katsumi, the pain in her wrists starting to manifest in her face with a grimace.
"Hhhanh!"
Suddenly, Katsumi attempts to push out with her feet and twist Cathy's wrists to the sides and raise their arms. The deft wrestler steps wide around her opponent in hopes of securing position tight behind her back without releasing her hands. The end result would see Cathy's arms crossed and Katsumi's arms wrapped around her bare stomach. But she wouldn't be satisfied with a simple bodylock. Her arms pump to squeeze and put pressure on Cathy's toned belly in a gutwrench bearhug, forcing the cowgirl's rear against Katsumi's hips, her lower back against her stomach.
Cathy exhaled sharply as Katsumi took the test of strength in a whole new direction, a deft reversal enabling the Japanese wrestler to get into position behind her opponent without even releasing their hands. Well that answers a few outstanding questions, the cowgirl wrestler thought to herself ruefully: she was clearly the stronger of the two as the test of strength had demonstrated. But Oshiro had moved so fast, using skill and dexterity to turn the position to her own advantage and now was putting unwelcome pressure on the American's toned belly with a gutwrench bearhug.
Although there was something almost pleasingly sensual about the way her opponent's hips were now pressing into her rear, Cathy knew she had precious little time to organise an effective counter before something worse was planned for her. Forcibly unlinking their hands, she repositioned them on Katsumi's wrists then twisted her clenched fists roughly, causing both women to wince and holler at the sudden unexpected heat friction. Not all that orthodox in this setting perhaps, but the cowgirl intended the Chinese Burn move to create the element of surprise as she attempted to escape the bearhug by pulling the other woman's arms forcibly apart. Cathy felt Oshiro pressing hard against her as they strained but was rewarded with a temporary loosening of the pressure on her waist. "Hiyaaahh!" She kept wrenching away at Katsumi's wrists with her strong hands, fully intending to reverse the position and get behind the plucky Japanese wrestler so she could squeeze her in tightly from behind in the same way.
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Katsumi was solely focused on grinding away at Cathy's stomach, her forearms biting into the girl's tanned abs. She leans forward into her a little more, breasts pressing tight behind Cathy's shoulders, hips remaining ground tight against the curve of her backside. The audience is devouring the physical contact, and Katsumi is trying not to think about it. For as much sass as she was giving her at the onset of the match, Cathy seems as though she'd won the genetic lottery on all counts. On some level, she was increasingly aware of the snug hold she had on an incredibly attractive girl.
"A-aah!," Katsumi cries out at the rather unorthodox wrist-burns Cathy subjects her to, partially out of pain, partially out of shock. It's been literally years since anyone did that to her - as far back as when Katsumi was a child in an orphanage. "H-.. who does that!?" If that were the extent of Cathy's resistance, Katsumi would be fine. But it just doesn't relent. She struggles to keep her hold on Cathy's bare waist, but the westerner slips her grip at last!
Katsumi finds a pair of arms gripping her slender, toned, and very bare belly from behind in a complete reversal of fortune. "Ahn!," she gasps at the first wave of pressure, forcing her stomach to dent with each exhale. She tries to hold her back and not surrender any more, abs flexed to resist as much as she can. But in the field of raw strength, Cathy just edges her out. Wrists twist, biceps tensed as she struggles to free her arms. Ultimately, through excessive squirming, she succeeds - but that only gives Cathy more freedom to compress her waist. Her hands clasp onto the country girl's wrists, trying desperately to relieve some pressure, but with a fresh round of squeezing, her hands fall loose. "Ghhn..!" Her body curls inwards, folding around Cathy's constricting grip.
"Ahn.. ahn..!," each exhale is a pained noise, spurred by the building ache in her stomach. She isn't going to outmuscle her opponent. She has to do things a different way. It's going to suck, because it means she'll have to straighten again. She does so, presenting a taut abdomen for Cathy to squeeze, immediately paying for it and crying out in strain. But she endures, mouth hanging open, and reaches her hands up. Palms slide along Cathy's neck until one hand is set behind her head, the other sifting fingers through the blonde hair atop.
As prepared as she can be, Katsumi attempts to hop in Cathy's grip, hoping to yank the country girl down via a mixture of gravity and pulling her head. It's the latter that might be the biggest problem for Cathy, as Katsumi plans to nail her chin directly over her shoulder in a stunner as she drops to her rear. If all she manages to do is hop into the air and feed into Cathy's hold, she'll be in even worse trouble.
Cathy was enjoying putting the squeeze on the Punk Princess, maybe a little too much she told herself as she inhaled the other woman's subtle scent, feeling that taut abdomen yielding in her tight grip. Her brief reverie was abruptly interrupted however, feeling Katsumi's palms slipping along her neck as the Japanese wrestler's hands gripped her blonde head tightly, both behind and on top.
"Wh - whaaa..!?" Cathy was forced to brace as Katsumi's feet abruptly left the canvas, the lighter woman leaping up in her arms and pulling down hard on her head at the same time ,trapping the cowgirl between two simultaneously opposing forces. Although two inches shorter, Katsumi gave away barely 13 pounds to Cathy, which the Montana woman now left holding the baby struggled to keep aloft for several slow motion seconds before she found the strain too much and was yanked down forcibly towards the canvas.
Crunch time came as both women's asses slammed down hard on the ground almost simultaneously, Cathy's legs positioned on either side of Katsumi's hips almost like a rowing pair sitting inside a cramped canoe. Cathy's chin had come down on her opponent's shoulder but fortunately the impact was not as bad as it might have been, as she had taken a ride to the canvas on Katsumi's slender hips, which had cushioned the blow somewhat. Now their heads butted, blueblack and blonde locks becoming twined as Cathy managed to bring one arm up and across Katsumi's pert breasts, fully intending to capture her opponent in a single arm chokehold before she managed to slip away.
At first, Katsumi panics when she finds her body stalled in the air. She just took away her own leverage, and gave Cathy free reign to squeeze her taut stomach. But slowly, gradually, gravity did its thing, and the two drop. The impact was severely unsatisfying, and may have just wind up worse for the dark-haired princess.
One arm remains wound around her stomach, but the other travels up. Katsumi inhales a little sharply, abandoning her defense of her stomach in full as she grabs for Cathy's arm moving up her figure to keep it frozen against her breasts. With dread, she realizes she's trapped there, wound up in the blonde's arms and with no room to escape.
The pressure isn't so great on her stomach now, at least. Her breathing has elevated by now, each inhale pushing the curvature of her breasts against Cathy's one arm, her belly against the other. "Okay..," she says, a helpless smile touching her face. Her arms remain tensed, determined to keep the arm from traveling any further upwards and locking on something else. "..You got me." Her head tilts back a little and to the side to look to the blonde, dark green gaze studying her face. No venom, no sass, no attitude; just a breathless admission of her predicament.
It's true. Cathy has the Punk Princess trapped. It doesn't mean she doesn't struggle or stop fighting, however. Her hips shift, testing her ability to twist and wind herself free. But both of her arms are engaged to keep Cathy from constricting her throat, both legs out straight, her back secured tight to the blonde's chest and stomach. She's screwed, unless Cathy decides to turn her loose.
