Marzia Servelli [D] vs. Katsumi Oshiro

[CaptainL]

Marzia could only watch from the sidelines as Katsumi did her little victory celebration, which to be quite honest puzzled her. She thought it looked kind of stupid, but of course she knew better than to say that to any opponent's face, let alone Katsumi's. She looked back as she turned onto her side to see Katsumi taunting her, and it made her go tense, clenching her teeth as she started to imagine what she had planned next. She just had to get up, she thought, and-

Unfortunately, Marzia was cut short as Katsumi's elbow slammed straight into her stomach as soon as she rolled onto her back. The tanned girl's body buckled forward, her legs kicking up off the ground as she let out a cough, with the blow knocking the air straight out of her lungs and sending her falling back to the ground. The mat shook from the two impacts - both from Katsumi landing and from Marzia coming back with a thud.

[CyanDimitrik]

The elbow sinks into Marzia's unprotected midsection, and Katsumi continues to lean over her fallen foe, her ribs resting across her stomach. She wasn't holding anything back with this girl. True to her original intent, she planned on making an example out of her. That almost certainly includes filling the stadium's air with screams.

Moving onto her knees, she grabs Marzia by the waist to roll her over onto her stomach. She throws her weight across the Italian's shoulders, scissoring her right arm between her legs while her upper-body ducks beneath her left arm to block it back. She twists onto her hip, forcing the girl onto her side and wrenching her arms and shoulders backwards. Her arms reach in to lock under Marzia's chin to pull back, adding a tight arch to the Italian's spine! Once the double underhook crossface submission hold is in place, Katsumi digs her hip into the mat to yard on the hold, hyper-extending the girl's arms and twisting her spine.

"Hahah..!" Her head tips back, eyes happily shut. "You enjoying your big debut?!," she calls out to her opponent. Even though she's almost bringing out her most wicked submission hold, she doesn't expect the other girl to tap. Not too fast, at least, not this early. But she's working those arms and chin as hard as she can.

[CaptainL]

Needless to say, there was no part of Katsumi's submission hold that Marzia found appealing. Her eyes watered with pain as she found her head and back twisted behind her, her teeth clenching from the sheer strain. She started to twist back and forth in place, doing her best to try and fight off Katsumi's hold with everything she could think of that might possibly work, but the Japanese girl held firm to her.

"S-Shut up!" Marzia stammered, but all she could really succeed at doing was putting more pressure on her spine as she bent herself into an even more uncomfortable position.

[CyanDimitrik]

No pained cries yet from the girl, which tells Katsumi that she's not hurting her enough just yet! Moreover, Marzia has enough wherewithal to yell back at her! Granted, that gets a sadistic laugh from the Punk Princess. Her opponent has some fire! That always makes for a better match! And the defiance gets a rousing cheer from the audience.

"Sounds like I'm going too easy on ya!"

Still holding on with her right hand under Marzia's chin, she frees her left hand. A coy look is cast to the audience as she runs her hand along Marzia's collar, carefully, if subtly, giving the trapped girl the courtesy and dignity of not running her palm directly over her breast on the way to her ribs. Katsumi's bare, smooth thighs clench around Marzia's trapped bicep to keep her in place, prepared for struggling on a whole new level. The hand slides along her bare skin to her stomach... and promptly digs her fingers against her stomach to grip her abdominal muscles in an added stomach claw.

Katsumi's back arches to pull her arms back further as she digs in, sinking her signature move into her prey's body.

"That better!?"

[CaptainL]

Marzia shivered softly as she felt Katsumi's hand brush over her side, knowing that whatever could come next, whatever it was, wouldn't be good -
that was all she knew. And sure enough, Katsumi got what she wanted, as the feel of her nails digging into Marzia's skin was enough to draw a scream from her as she drew her head back in pain, at least as much as she was capable of in this position. She started to thrash back and forth in place in a desperate effort to free herself, not that it did her much good. She just wanted to be out of this predicament, and as soon as possible. Luckily, though, there was one thing Katsumi hadn't considered.

Marzia's arms may have been locked in place, but her legs were still free. She kicked with them a few times, trying to feel for what was behind her, but the ropes were just barely out of reach, no matter how much she strained herself to try and get her foot to them. It took her a few tries, as well as subtly pushing herself towards the ropes, but eventually, she got it - her foot shot out and hooked around the rope, causing the ref to blow a whistle as she stepped over to the two of them.

"ROPE BREAK!" she cried, trying to get Katsumi's attention.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi smiles wickedly as the screams begin. That's the sign she was looking for! "You ready to tap!?," she demands. Her back arches sharply, adding tremendous pressure to Marzia's trapped arms, pushing the girl's ample bosom and midsection out at the audience - and perhaps more importantly, her stomach harder against her clenching hand. "Oh, right! I've got your arms all tied up!," she taunts. Of course she knows there are other ways to give a submission, but demoralizing her opponent is all part of the fun.

Marzia's struggles and thrashes lead the two scooting along the mat, every critical second seeing Katsumi wrenching, pulling, and gripping a little tighter. Suddenly, the referee is in her face and yelling for her to release her victim. With a scowl, she outright ignores her. Her hand tenses, squeezing more firmly on Marzia's abs.

"Let go, Katsumi! One! Two!"

"Hush!" She arches a little more, trying to wrench another cry from the girl, her hips pressing into her.

"Three! I'll disqualify you so fast! Four!"

"Fine, god!"

In an instant, Katsumi releases Marzia from the torture - both at the arms and abdomen. She rolls to the side and gets to her feet, angry steps bringing her to a confrontational chest-to-chest with the referee. "Don't get in my way when I'm working! Her feet were inside the ring!"

The poor referee-girl tries to back up, her hands raising to ward off the fuming athlete. "H-hey, no they weren't! Rope break!" She motions with her arms.

"Grow some damn eyes!"

[CaptainL]

Getting teased like this caused Marzia's blush to deepen, and it certainly didn't help matters that Katsumi was reminding her of how helpless she felt. It only made her want more and more to get out of this, as soon as she could. But none of her struggles were taking her anywhere. When she heard the whistle blow, and the sounds of Katsumi arguing with the ref girl, it felt like she had been rescued, a wave of relief washing over her. But that didn't last long, as not even the aid of the ref's rulings would get Katsumi to back off. The pain seemed even worse now, knowing that Katsumi was pouring it on when she shouldn't be.

Finally, she found herself released, dropping to the ground. She panted hard, that last move having taken a fair bit out of her. But it was worth it to be free from Katsumi's clutches. Her arms and back were sore enough to barely feel anything in them, and she had to wring them out as she got to her feet, stretching out her fingers to get them to a point where they'd still work. But as she looked over, she saw that Katsumi was still arguing with the ref. Just the right opening for Marzia.

She was getting fed up with the Punk Princess's tricks right about now. First match or no, she wasn't here to embarrass herself in front of a crowd, especially not on her debut. And Katsumi was leading this far too much for Marzia's liking. Something had to be done to turn the odds in her favor.

As she clenched her teeth and snarled with rage, Marzia got into position. She threw herself back against the same ropes that had proved her savior before, careening off of them to catapult herself forward as she got her arm into place to take Katsumi down in a bulldog. It was about time she got her on the ground, where she'd really be able to do some damage.

[CyanDimitrik]

"I-I have eyes, Katsumi-san!"

"You have lies!"

Katsumi is quite engaged with this uppity referee-girl who had the audacity to threaten to disqualify her. Granted, she was just giving the poor girl a hard time. She knew the ref' was right. But sometimes bullying the official can have some advantages. It can also have some disadvantages. But the audience tends to really get into it, especially now when the referee-girl looks to've completely lost her authoritative tone in the face of the Punk Princess's rage.

"I-.. oh my!"

The referee-girl dives to the side. Katsumi stares after her, brow knit and mouth shrinking to a tiny, confused little frown. "The heck's the matter with-"

Katsumi had completely blanked on her opponent's movements behind her. She'd just assumed the newcomer was still reeling from the pain of the hold. She may not have tapped, but Katsumi really put the pressure on! So results in a defenseless, startled Punk Princess who finds herself pulled for a step or two, then driven hard against her chest and face on the mat. She lands with a ragged, "Ghh!," and bounces once before coming to rest face-down.

It takes her a moment to work out the fresh blast of pain running through her chest, but if left alone, the girl will roll over onto her back. Another moment, and she places her elbows to the mat to lean up. "Cheap.. shot.."

[CaptainL]

Feeling Katsumi's footing give out from under her, and the low thud as she slammed face-first onto the mat, felt good. It had been a long time coming, and Marzia was well pleased to have finally been able to dish out some damage of her own. Some of her anxiety over how this match would go began to fade in that one quick moment, and she felt something new within her, driving her onward to keep going and press the advantage she now held in her hand. If she could crack Katsumi in this moment, the Punk Princess wasn't as invincible as she may have seemed. And if that was the case, then Marzia stood a chance.

She stepped back as Katsumi started to get up, wringing the soreness out of her shoulders as she rolled them and cracked her neck. "Maybe if you followed your own advice you wouldn't be in this situation!" Marzia snapped back, her glare narrowing. Normally, she didn't speak with this sort of confidence, but something was different here. This time, she felt that she could make a difference.

In a better frame of mind, Marzia might have been more careful with her next move. She might've waited to see what Katsumi was lining up to do and make her judgments from there. Unfortunately, though, when she looked across the ring, she saw only the girl who had spent this entire time humiliating her and mocking her, keeping her from reaching what she desired. That wasn't someone Marzia would let go so easily. As she let out a growl, she put her shoulder down, charging headlong at Katsumi just as she was getting her footing back.

[CyanDimitrik]

Somewhat relieved that Marzia didn't take full advantage of her position, Katsumi sits up fully. Her right hand rubs over her face for a moment, followed by her upper-chest, attempting to soothe out the fresh ache.

"What're you babbling about..?," she asks as she turns over onto hands and knees. It's about right then that she realizes she likely means the sass she was giving the referee. Suddenly, a bright, perhaps seemingly uncharacteristic giggle escapes the Punk Princess. She can give her that one. It was a rather ironic turn of events, wasn't it? "Aheheh.. right.."

She lifts to her full height - and suddenly finds Marzia's shoulder buried deeply in her unprotected belly. Her abs cave around the impact, having no chance to tense and protect. She's taken off her feet and driven back down to the mat flat on her back, eyes widened and mouth hung open, gasping for air while the pain radiating from her midsection prevents her from moving yet.