Debutantes No More: Cathy Jefferson vs Katsumi Oshiro

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Cathy's intrigued enough to find out what her opponent is so keen to interrupt the proceedings to talk to her about. So, although the cowgirl continues to go through the motions of applying the bearhug squeeze, she lightens up a bit and leans in, ear next to Kasumi's mouth, feeling the other woman's warm breath tickling her skin. "What's on your mind, hon?" Cathy hisses.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi, despite the squeeze, exhales a little sigh of relief when the shaking stops. She didn't need to ease up on the squeeze itself, she reflects, but she'll take it for what it is. She leans forward against Cathy, her chest swelling against her opponent's with each heavy inhale, cheek to cheek with her. Body contact, she's used to. But this feels markedly more intimate, putting the Punk Princess on edge. She doesn't shy back, however. Her arms remain wrapped around the other girl's neck, her slender stomach pressed tight to Cathy's.

The first several seconds are taken with breathing, not entirely due to exertion, interspersed with a pitchy wince or yelp in the hold. A part of it is purely theater to keep them both saving face. Naturally, the rest is real. She's still caught in a squeeze. Her heart pounds against Cathy's breast hard. "I-I wanted to.. ahn! ..say thanks." Her head tilts forward a little, confident the other girl's very nearby ear can still catch her words. Her arms tighten around Cathy's neck, but not enough to constrict. Though it may be hard to differentiate from an audience's perspective, given the women's ongoing grapple, it's only a tight, heartfelt hug. "I'm still gonna pin you, and I've still gotta give you the business, but..." The head now tilts aside a little, subtly dolling her cheekbone against Cathy's. "...thank you. That... that meant a lot." The typical sass and attitude attached to her voice has taken a momentary leave of absence in favor of a genuine, if strained and breathless, tone.

She makes no effort to break free from the cowgirl's bearhug, instead still enduring the squeeze for what it was in sincerity, and issuing a periodic cry for the audience's sake. Well, mostly for the audience's sake, depending on how much the cowgirl continues to squeeze her. And insofar, the audience is absolutely loving the brutality from Cathy, especially as it seems to've completely captured the Japanese girl and set her scantly-clad body against the Broncobuster's - a fact not at all lost on Katsumi.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Cathy listens  to her opponent's barely audible whispers carefully in the gaps between the grunts and groans both continue to expel for the sake of the audience. The blonde laughs inwardly: so the cute Japanese girl just wanted to express her gratitude, and I thought she was about to start hitting on me!

"Well, its nice of you to say so, and thanks for the warning too ... but this is a match I fully intend to win too!" 

Conscious that their conjoined bellies are slick with perspiration, Cathy decides to show she still means business as she tightens the hold once more, shaking Katsumi from side to side again in order to generate more pressure on her ribs and spine. As she does so, Cathy feels their hearts pounding in unison inside their heaving breasts, reminding her how just exquisite it feels to be dominating another woman in a close body-to-body grappling hold.

The cowgirl can't see any obvious escape route for her opponent right now, and figures she can continue to squeeze and shake Katsumi until either the girl submits or is ripe to be set up for another pinfall. Perhaps in an excess of excitement, she has overlooked the fact that Katsumi's made no real effort to break free from the bearhug so far. Even as her arms have tightened almost imperceptibly around Cathy's exposed neck... 

[CyanDimitrik]

It isn't that the latent intimacy of the hold is lost on Katsumi - or perhaps she's just imagining things. It's been an uphill struggle since their first grapple to not notice the exceedingly pretty country girl when they're pressed together. But Katsumi is straight! ...She thinks. Goddammit, Cathy. She's been in countless bodylocks with other girls, and none have had quite this level of flustering, even distracting effect on her. Either there's something in the water around here, or Cathy's just unavoidably hot in Katsumi's book; both lead to the Japanese girl enjoying the tight contact with her. Even to the point of a light shiver running through Katsumi's body the longer it lasts.

Whatever the case is, that wasn't her intention for the brief respite and whisper! This was a huge deal for Katsumi! She never does this! She's secretly conveyed messages and maybe gone a little easy on an opponent before while selling to the audience, but she's never felt so appreciative to a foe that she wanted to essentially interrupt their match and possibly let slip advantages just to make sure she had a chance to convey her gratitude. Cathy had her right where she wanted her, and Katsumi froze up in that piledriver hold. She could've gone full force and knocked her out to ensure she got the first pin. But she didn't. Katsumi needed to thank her for that. If it means the audience gets to enjoy an extra long visual of their slender frames grinding together in a bearhug, she's cool with that.

Any embellishment Katsumi was adding to the hold is instantly gone when Cathy redoubles her efforts, squeezing an outright cry of pain from the Punk Princess. Thankfully the tight squeeze around Cathy's neck keeps her upper-body from flailing around in the shake, but the jarring impacts to her ribs and spine are still felt. During a brief, lax moment, Katsumi's head slumps forward to rest on her arm, her cheek against Cathy's, and struggling to get a full breath. Each inhale only presses her trim abs tighter against Cathy's stomach.

During that moment, the referee-girl closes in. "Do you submit?"

Katsumi doesn't give a vocal response. She lifts her head and shakes it fervently in refusal. Her arms loosen and move to Cathy's shoulders, her back arching to try to get a little distance between them. "Aahhn..!" Her left hand remains at her shoulder, her right arm raises... and suddenly drops an elbow hard towards the cowgirl's brow, hoping to stun her. A second, and even third will follow!

[Anime_dreamfighter]

The brief moment of tenderness between them seems to be over and now Cathy's starting to think she has the match sewn up already, as her opponent slumps pliantly in her tight embrace. How wrong this assumption is she will find out soon enough, as sheer desperation and the spectre of impending defeat seems to revitalise the Punk Princess... who arches her back suddenly to rear up and bring a sharp elbow crashing down on her opponent's brow. A second and then a third blow arrive post-haste, momentarily stunning the cowgirl who staggers and loosens her hold on her opponent temporarily as she shakes her head to clear the sudden fog that has arrived unexpectedly.

[CyanDimitrik]

The sudden break in body contact is immediately noticeable with cool open air hitting the bare, sweaty skin of Katsumi's chest and stomach. And once the tight grip has broken, she stands flat on her feet, wobbles, and props her hands quickly to her thighs to take a couple badly needed breaths. The match is underway and in full swing again. No more pleasantries. She needs to take control of this. She may like Cathy, but this is her life. Her livelihood. Her passion.

Lunging forward, the young Japanese woman attempts to capture Cathy's pretty head under her left arm. Her hands link together, fingers lacing to secure the grip. She turns her back to the country girl, forcing her to rotate to face away as well. Suddenly, Katsumi drops to a kneeling position, her body hunching forward and her hands yanking down on Cathy's captured chin to bring the back of her neck crashing over her knee in a rotating neckbreaker!

[Anime_dreamfighter]

"Uuuuhhhh??!!" Cathy gasps in surprise as Katsumi lunges suddenly, trapping her head securely under one arm and rotating back to back with her, pulling the cowgirl off balance in a determined manner that can't mean anything good is about to happen. Everything suddenly becomes a terrifying blur as Cathy is dropped towards the canvas terribly fast until the back of her neck connects with Katsumi's outstretched knee. POW!! The stunned blonde wrestler rolls off her opponent's leg onto the mat where she curls up into the foetal position, groaning and cradling her injured neck.

[CyanDimitrik]

At the moment of impact, the audience erupts. It's impossible to tell whether it's the cheer or booing that wins out in the face of that brutal turnaround, and the sight of their chosen favorite curling up on the mat. It's like candy to Katsumi, and Cathy's offering herself in such a tempting way, she can't ignore it.

On hands and knees, Katsumi crawls in behind the blonde girl. She tugs her left arm between her thighs, and her upper-body ducks beneath her right arm to block it off. As she straightens her back, Cathy will find her arms forced backwards, hyper-extending, and her shoulders compacting as the blades are squeezed closer and closer together. Reaching down, her arms hook under Cathy's chin to add the final ingredient - for now - to the submission hold. At last, the punkette pulls back sharply, wrenching on Cathy's limbs and chin, forcing shocks of stress along her arms, neck, and shoulders!

[Anime_dreamfighter]

The cowgirl grappler is suddenly aware of the blood rushing in her ears, making the roar of the crowd sound a long way off; she also feels Katsumi's firm body exerting hot pressure on so many different points of her own anatomy while pinning and tormenting her relentlessly. She could just give in right now and hand the girl the submission she so clearly craves. But much as Cathy secretly enjoys the feeling of being dominated in a pin by another desirable woman its far too early for her to consider making such a concession.

Groaning in adversity, Cathy suddenly fights back, tensing her arms and shoulders as she braces against the pressure to stifle the pain a little. The one ace the cowgirl has left to play is that her lower body remains free and she rolls her hips experimentally, planning to pivot her legs towards her head in order to gain enough leverage to break the hold. It's a desperate strategy, but the blonde is nothing if not supple, and she might just succeed if her opponent is not expecting the sudden twisting movement she is about to deliver with the right amount of force at high speed.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi has no idea this entanglement is hot to Cathy. Maybe it's good that she doesn't. She might get wigged out and turn the other girl free. Or maybe, because it's Cathy, she'd indulge in her little domination fetish. All she knows right now is that Cathy isn't feeling the twisting, compressing pain enough for her satisfaction. She'll know she's feeling it enough when Cathy starts screaming.

Cathy would likely be onto something with her attempt to take her off-guard, were it not that this is Katsumi's signature hold. She's very, very used to inventive struggles involved, as well as wild thrashes. And that's usually why she kicks in the second phase of the hold. As Cathy's legs kick in, Katsumi's thighs squeeze on her left arm and her right hand leaves her chin. Whatever decreased strain she may experience from the single-handed crossface isn't a good sign, though, as an elbow is sent hammering down against Cathy's ribs.

"Don't be an idiot!," she mutters. "You're gonna dislocate your arms like that!"

The hand moves in as if to reassert the full crossface, but stops to rest her palm against Cathy's collar. She shoots a coy look out at the audience, a wicked little smile playing on her face. Her palm strokes inwards over the cowgirl's sweaty skin, carefully avoiding brushing over her breasts on her way to her ribs, then inwards to her stomach.

"Who wants to hear this bitch squeal like a piggy!?," she shouts to the crowd.

Fingers suddenly dig into Cathy's belly, seizing on her abdominal muscles to grip, squeeze, and torture in a stomach claw. Her hips push inwards, forcing the hyperextension on her arms further, and her shoulderblades to compact closer together. Now her full signature submission hold is in play, testing the limits of Cathy's resolve as much as, if not more than, her endurance.