Debutantes No More: Cathy Jefferson vs Katsumi Oshiro

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Cathy knew she was in a great position even before Katsumi conceded "..You got me." as the Japanese woman brought her head round, her elfin features registering what might just be a glimmer of newfound respect for her opponent. There was movement and resistance between them, the Japanese wrestler nestling deeper into Cathy's chest and stomach as she worked frantically with hands and elbows to keep the cowgirl's strong, slender arms from reaching her shapely throat. "That's right...got you babe!" Cathy confirmed with a demure shrug. And she emphasised the point by wrapping her legs around her opponent, crossing her ankles and squeezing her thighs together. "And now I gotcha, y'ain't goin' nowhere fast..."

Let the cute punk girl struggle some, Cathy told herself. A choke submission wasn't a very elegant solution to the immediate problem of what to do next, nor truth be told was it Cathy's style. In fact, the Broncobuster already had in mind a decisive pin fall that should bring the crowd to its feet in awe of her technical skill and virtuosity. But, leading up to that, there was no reason not to devote a little more time to weakening her trapped opponent first, while setting her up for what was to come. 

"Ready for another crash landing?" the Broncobuster grinned, tightening her thighs  around Katsumi's slender torso then rolling hard on her back so that her opponent was suddenly suspended above her, legs kicking at the air. "Ooops-a-daisy!" Cathy cried as she straightened her legs to bring Oshiro crashing back down to earth with a bang, butt first. 

"Hope that one didn't get your sensitive bone, sweetpea!"

[CyanDimitrik]

"Yeah? Well.. still gotta pin me," chides Katsumi as her struggling begins to lessen. Cathy's arms wound around her, her finding no means of escape just yet, all she was doing was expending energy. She leans back into Cathy and exhales a slow, heavy sigh - and is suddenly acutely aware of their physical contact; feeling the curves of the country girl's breasts against her shoulders, her bare stomach against her lower back, her breath gently tousling her hair. She swallows heavily, glancing forward, then back at the attractive blonde. Her fingers relax a little on Cathy's forearm until she's simply holding the limb. Finally, the struggling comes to an end completely, resigned to being held by the cowgirl for now. It could be far worse - her abs appreciate the lack of crushing, for one. She'll take it for what it's worth.

She then finds a pair of legs wrapping around her, earning a glance - then a grunt as the thighs begin squeezing on her ribs. "Ghh.. c-c'mon, I thought we were.. seeing eye to eye, here..," she fusses, her voice peppered with a helpless chuckle. Her left hand leaves the forearm and instead sets against the nearest thigh, pressing into the skin in an attempt to loosen the hold. "I said pin! Pin! Not squeeze..!" She begins squirming again, her hand pushing down and her boots scraping against the mat to try to push her hips up. If she can get Cathy's thighs to grip her narrow hips instead of her trim waist, that'll help relieve a lot of the pressure starting to build.

But that's not the full of Cathy's plans, it seems. She suddenly finds herself pulled back, letting out a quiet, but panicked and ultimately girlie squeal. Her long legs do indeed kick in the air, attempting to find purchase somewhere, anywhere, or to roll them over! But that simply doesn't work, and before she knows it, Cathy's thighs yank her back down to land hard on her rear. "Aaagh..!," she groans, the impact reverberating up her spine. He eyes squeeze shut a moment, her breathing picking up a bit. Her chest rises and falls more noticeably, jaw firming. Her arms begin flailing as she twists, attempting to catch Cathy's torso with elbows.

"You've had your fun! Let go..!"

[Anime_dreamfighter]

"Let go, huh?" Cathy wasn't ready to ease up just yet, although the cowgirl had moves in her repertoire she was just itching to try out... now that she enjoyed a measure of control (despite her opponent still trying to catch her with flailing elbows). Noticing the crowd growing just a tiny bit restless at this point, Cathy knew it was time to get up off the floor and introduce some more kinetic, cross-ring action to the proceedings.

"Wakey wakey, time to get up!" She cried breezily. It was just too tempting not to trap Katsumi's arms in a double chickenwing as Cathy got her feet flat again and straightened her legs, pulling her opponent up bodily with her. "I guess under the circumstances we had to wing it - oops bad pun!"

Cathy kept the momentum up by rapidly transitioned the hold to her opponent's left arm, swinging Katsumi suddenly into the ropes and standing ready to clothesline the Punk Princess on the rebound.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's desperately flailing arms only feed into Cathy's double chickenwing hold with a yelp. "Aahow!" Her boots kick fruitlessly at the mat, her head hanging forward. It's embarrassing, being trapped so perfectly like this, It'd be downright miserable, if her captor wasn't an attractive country girl-next-door type. God, why does that even matter?

"Let go!," she cries out again, suddenly. There's another cry - more pained this time - when Cathy pulls on her trapped arms to lift her to her feet. The next noise that escapes the trim young grappler is a frustrated groan. "It's called a pin, not a pun, bumpkin! Beat me with a pin! It's less torture!"

Protests and incidental puns of her own aside, Cathy finally releases Katsumi. Her boots thump haphazardly in a staggered run as she's whipped towards the ropes, managing just to pivot and stretch the cables across her bare back. Launched forward, she seems to be perfect prey for Cathy's follow-up. When her arm swings out to catch her, Katsumi dips low and continues blazing a trail across the ring. She doesn't turn this time, though. The Punk Princess leaps at the ropes, markedly higher than the average wrestler, and presses her boots upon the top rope. They spring back, vaulting Katsumi towards her target! Rotating smoothly in the air like a graceful avian, Katsumi's svelte form rolls over to face Cathy. Her arms and legs draw back, pulling her toned stomach taut, ready to impact hard against her torso in a high angle springboard crossbody.

Should she bear her opponent to the mat on her back, Katsumi will immediately arch her stomach tight across Cathy's for the pin, her right arm resting over the country girl's chest and collar, the left elbow propping herself at as much an angle as she can to create that presure.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

The whip into the ropes was well-executed but there was something almost miraculous in the way that Katsumi then managed to pivot and take the rope stretch against her back before launching forward and ducking like a gymnast under the clothesline that Cathy had prepared specially for her. 'Ah well', the cowgirl shrugged to herself. 'I'll get the cocky so-'n'-so on her next pass.' But it wasn't to be, as Katsumi leaped at the top rope, only to spring back at Cathy, rotating smoothly in the air in a high angle springboard crossbody.

"What th... ?!" The fighting cowgirl barely had time to brace for impact as the punk princess slammed into her hard, torso on torso, bearing Cathy to the mat with a mighty slap of flesh on flesh. Even though the blonde wrestler absorbed much of the impact of the fall instinctively, she found herself struggling as Katsumi immediately arched her stomach tight across Cathy's going for the pin, her right arm over the country girl's chest, the left elbow propping herself at an angle to maximise the pressure.

"One...!" The ref had dropped down on one knee right beside them and started counting the fall immediately.

"Uhhh...nnnnnyahhhhh!"

Cathy gathered all her rage at being caught out so easily... and bridged hard, displacing the lighter woman before she was able to consolidate the pin fully. Rolling clear and rising to her knees, the cowgirl grappler beat the canvas in frustration (mainly with herself!)

"Damn you, Katsumi - I won't let you make a sucker out of me again!"

[CyanDimitrik]

A little, incidentally cute growl escapes Katsumi's lips as she tries to bear her stomach hard against Cathy's toned midsection, hoping to lock her down. The first count lands. Two more seconds is all she needs for the first fall. But suddenly, the cowgirl shoves her stomach right back into her, forcing the slender punk onto her knees!

"Tch..!"

Her eyes narrow on Cathy - but only at first. They blink widely at her behavior, followed by a devious, single-fanged grin. "What's the matter?," she coos. "Never met someone tougher than you?" She untucks one leg, placing the boot square against the mat, then smoothly rises to her feet. "Don't worry. We've got all night!" Closing in on her with a series of quicksteps, Katsumi pivots her hip and attempts to slam her shin across her chest! That oughtt'a take the wind out of her sails.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Cathy means what she promised just a moment ago. Making ready to counter Katsumi's latest opportunistic sally, she grabs the foot that is proffered to her, giving it a neat twist that sends the punk princess spinning head over heels as she is caught off balance by her own forward momentum. The cowgirl is on her feet in a shot, rushing to intercept her opponent where she lands, bent over on the canvas.

"OK, time to come to momma!!" Cathy attempts to capture her opponent in a neck wrench; if she succeeds she will tuck Katsumi's head under her armpit, wrapping her arm around that slender neck so that the forearm is pressed against the throat. Then she'll grab her own wrist with her free hand, crossing it underneath the other woman's armpit and chest to lock the hold in, taking control of the situation once again... 

[CyanDimitrik]

Leg caught and pushed, Katsumi flips over as intended. Letting Katsumi loose in any aerial situation is a gamble, however, with the spry girl having excellent physical control in acrobatics. She may not be among the greatest, but she electrified her home federation with snappy stunts and dazzling finesse. This particular moment won't be more than a shocking turnaround for her, as the Punk Princess flows seamlessly in the momentum's redirection. The flip sees her sail harmlessly overhead, only to land gracefully on both feet.

The problem is, her back is turned to Cathy, and Cathy didn't seem interested in wasting time. She's almost instantly forced down to the mat, succeeding in catching herself with a knee and hands on the ring surface. She struggles to face her opponent, and winds up feeding directly into the country girl's intended hold. She finds her neck restrained, her arm blocked, and unable to do much in the immediate sense other than swat somewhat blindly at her waist. "Gh-.. god.. give a girl a damn minute..!"

[Anime_dreamfighter]

"Sorry hon, but we can't hang around watching your flowery acrobatics all day...". Cathy's sarcasm was finely weighted as she locked the hold in, crossing the restraining arm underneath Katsumi's armpit and chest then arching backwards, pulling her opponent's head forward and applying extra pressure on the neck while enjoying the gratifying squeal this brought. "Ahhhh... that's better! Can't let ya get outta range like that again..."

After a few more stretches, the cowgirl knew it was time to attempt to bank that first fall; but she needed to slow her opponent down some more before attempting it. So she released the neck a trifle reluctantly only to hit the punkette where she stood with a powerful forearm smash across the upper chest. A couple more of these should soften her up nicely for what Cathy planned to do to her next.

[CyanDimitrik]

Squeal, indeed. It's a girlish sound, and Katsumi hates that she has no control over it. Despite laying firm claim to the Punk Princess moniker, she claims that it reflects her combination of her edgy style and youthful attractiveness. She isn't wrong - but the fact that Katsumi is unavoidably feminine and incidentally adorable (largely to those she isn't sassing or beating up in a ring) certainly plays into it. "Nnnn~!" Even now, she's earning a little sympathy from the audience. A larger chunk, however, is itching to see the girl brutalized by Cathy.

"I-I'm gonna tear you apart!," she squeaks, unable to even pop out of the hold at this time. She pulls and struggles with her, though it slowly dies down the more Cathy works her neck. Suddenly, she's fully released! The girl stumbles, dazed, and immediately feels the pain of a blunt impact slamming across her chest. She lets out a pained groan and staggers back, followed by a yelp and a little more staggering, and a breathless cry by the third. Ultimately, the slender wrestler finds herself backed into the ropes. Her arms hang over the top rope at either side, her head sagging a little low, her chest rising and falling more noticeably with each breath. Barely on her boots, she tries to gather herself out of her slouch, but progress is slow. She's at Cathy's mercy for the moment, a visual not lost on the audience.