Marissa Winters vs. Katsumi Oshiro

[TheManVan]

If this was done on any girl who had no muscle than Marissa would be grabbing nothing more than skin and pinching. But because Katsumi had abs and muscle, it allowed her a much more firm base to grab at and place tension on the muscles themselves and gave a much more deeper meaning of pain...at least that's what her instructor taught her, one of the few women that her manager managed to procure for her training.

It was all too deep and violent sounding for Marissa to really think about, quickly simplifying to 'it hurts'.

Marissa was feeling confident, what luck would have for her to come in to LAW and go on a pretty decent winning streak. There would probably be a lot of fans saying she doesn't deserve if, but she won it under her own power, who would and could realistically blame her?

But Katsumi was refusing to go down, shaking her head and slowly continuing to rise up. Marissa's leg slipped off of the waist while she was trying to hop around to rebalance herself as she tried to keep the abdominal stretch. But without the leg, the tension was greatly lost as it allowed Katsumi to twist and flip Marissa over her hip and into the mat!

"Aaaaaah!" she cried out, landing butt first as the pain shot up her spine!

[CyanDimitrik]

"Haah.. haah..," pants Katsumi once the pressure is relieved from her abs, bent over with a flushed face. Her left hand props to her knee, her right hand set protectively over her aching stomach. Whether it hurt so much because her stomach isn't a ripped sixpack or because she actually has some tone and definition, she doesn't know and doesn't care. All that matters is that it hurts. They have that in common, these two.

After a moment to just breathe, she straightens her posture and fires a sharp kick towards Marissa's spine. "Bitch!," she barks at her with a glare. It's time to take control back, and she can't let this opportunity go. Leaning down again, she reaches for Marissa's soft, beautiful locks to pull her up to her boots. Thankfully, that grip on her hair doesn't last too long. She has to free her hands in order to pivot on her right boot, turning a full 180 to thrust a spinning sidekick towards the blonde's stomach.

[TheManVan]

Marissa grabbed at her back, the spine hurting after landing on it with the hiptoss, the shocking sensation urging Marissa to start to rise. It was a bad fall out of a reversal, but Marissa was optimistic, she could still win from this! It was just a hiptoss that's all as Katsumi grabbed onto her hair and started to pull on it. Getting onto her knees, Marissa quickly made it back to her feet, standing straight up as she tried to smack the hands off of her head and mount a comeback!

Unfortunately for her, Katsumi was already in the flow of things as she twisted around and buried her foot into her stomach.

"Guh!" she cried out, the air being forced out of her stomach as her hands shot to her gut, immediately hunching over as she coughed for air!

[CyanDimitrik]

After the torture Marissa put her through, Katsumi is itching to put the hurt on the blonde. Feeling her heel sink into her tight abs is a good start, but there's more to come.

Turning to face her again, she leans in to grab Marissa's face in her hand to force her to look up at her while she holds her stomach. Marissa's blue eyes would be met with a pair of scowling dark greens, followed short by a brisk - albeit light - slap on the cheek. The purpose of the slap wasn't to damage Marissa's but to keep her distracted and disoriented.

In a flash, the Punk Princess is rushing to the side and leaping for the ropes. Her boots stretch the top rope before launching her right back into the fray! Katsumi attempts to catch Marissa's head in her left arm with a twist, spinning the blonde around before slamming her spine, neck, and the back of her head against the mat in a springboard spinning neckbreaker!

[TheManVan]

Coughing for air as she was left hunching over, Marissa was pulled back up as she winched in pain, looking at Katsumi through her pained eye. Her head would snap to the side from the slap. Her eyes widened as she was taken aback by the fact she was just slapped! Confused and angry at the lack of respect her opponent was showing her as she staggered, giving enough time for Katsumi to break off and race to the ropes.

Marissa stumbled about, trying to keep up with her quicker opponent before she saw the Japanese flying back towards her as her head was caught! The momentum of her opponent, twisted Marissa off of her feet as she careened into the mat with her upper back and neck hitting the mat first! Torqued up into a ball before her lower half twisted in painfully, Marissa's hands shot up to the back of her neck as momentum continued to flow through her and rolled her onto her butt before falling down onto her side!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi hits the mat on her hip and thigh, in a far more controlled and deliberate way. Her own momentum bounces her over onto her rear, and she bleeds off the remainder by smoothly shifting onto her knees. This is right in time to see Marissa drop to the mat on her side.

With a wicked smile, she crawls on all fours to the blonde and shoves her down onto her chest. She lies herself across the back of her shoulders, pulling her right arm between her bare, smooth thighs. Her upper-body ducks under her left arm to block the limb off. "I've got a lot to pay you back for," she mentions, voice lowered specifically for Marissa. Pulling on Marissa's trapped arms and rotating on her hip, she brings the blonde to lie on her side again. She reaches down, locking her hands under her chin. "Now let's hear you scream!"

Twisting back, Katsumi applies the full double underhook crossface! Marissa's arms are stretched back, compacting her shoulder joints and wrenching her arms in their sockets. Her hips press inwards, pulling back on the girl's chin to add spinal strain to the mix, all while putting Marissa's sleek body on display to a very lucky section of the audience.

[TheManVan]

It was quite the whirlwind of an attack that left Marissa disoriented from the impact, moaning out as she felt Katsumi coming back at her. Shoving her from behind and forcing her onto her chest, Marissa winched out as she wonder what Katsumi was up to, the ominous words of her opponent did not make her feel any more reassured.

She soon found herself getting locked into a painful hold, both of her arms getting seized, her lower to the mat arm getting scissored by Katsumi's legs while her upper arm got caught by Katsumi's, forcing her shoulder blades to compress against each other and that was only half of the hold! Katsumi's hands locked around her face, pulling her head backwards as she was causing hell on her neck and shoulders!

"AAaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Marissa screamed out as she kicked her legs about, trying her best to find any sort of leverage in any attempts to escape this painful hold!

[CyanDimitrik]

"Mm, there ya go!," encourages Katsumi as she wrenches on the blonde. Her hips push forward a little more, bumping towards the back of her head. To ensure the hold is as much torture as possible, Katsumi relaxes the hold a little, only to pull back and arch tighter, straining the girl's arms, shoulders, and neck in rhythmic pumps!

Suddenly, Katsumi releases Marissa's chin with one hand. "I said I owed you, right?," she asks while the freed hand places to her chest. The palm strokes slowly over the girl's collar, carefully avoiding groping Marissa's breasts on her way to her ribs. She then travels inwards, fingertips sliding along her belly, feeling over her abdominals, and giving the audience a fairly sensuous display without, in Katsumi's mind, crossing the line. Suddenly, her fingers clench at Marissa's impressive, but unprotected abdominals in a stomach claw, returning the favor of belly torture paid to her earlier at the literal hands of Marissa!

Once the stomach claw is in place, the arching continues, wrenching on the blonde's arms, shoulders, and neck while clenching her abs!

[TheManVan]

Marissa continued to squirm, kicking her legs to try and find any leverage out of this hold. Unfortunately for Marissa, she wasn't quite sure about which way to turn to alleviate the pressure on her shoulders. She didn't know if turning on her stomach or turning on top of Katsumi was going to work out for the better for her. Shaking her head, she realized that she got one of the hands off as it lessen the torque on her neck and head as she was able to breathe a little more easier.

But then she realized that she wasn't responsible for that hand to release.

Her eyes widened as she saw the hand going down, thinking that Katsumi was going to cop a feel on her bountiful chest. She let out a sigh of relief when that wasn't the case, relieved to the point she practically missed the fact that Katusmi's fingers were hovering on her stomach. Until it was too late. Marissa's eyes would snap out as she would cry out in pain as Katsumi started clawing on her stomach!

"Owowowowowowow!" she cried out, thrashing her legs about as her own move was turned on her!

[CyanDimitrik]

It's perhaps an odd thing with Katsumi. She's insulting, bratty, targets her foe's insecurities if she can find them, and bends, if not breaks, the rules when it suits her. But there's a line, and it's a line of respect. Beyond the ring, beyond the careers, beyond the fame, the pay, the scream of the fans, the feeling of dominating another girl, there's a bare minimum. It doesn't come up often, and when it does, it's usually subtle. But deliberately groping an opponent, especially with no more reason than to give the audience a cheap thrill, falls under it.

On some secret, deep-rooted level, Katsumi respects Marissa. Now pardon her while she squeezes her belly.

The grip of her hand intensifies, really bringing to bear her excellent grip strength - courtesy of her training with suplexes and slams. Her hips begin pumping, thighs flexing to rhythmically yard on Marissa's arms. She's breathing through clenched teeth now, every muscle tensed and engaged as she works the hold, trying to keep the blonde locked down while tearing apart her ability to fight back.

"Ready to tap out!?," she demands finally, nearly a scream to be heard over the roar of the audience.