Marzia Servelli [D] vs. Katsumi Oshiro

[CaptainL]

Marzia's shoulder charge hitting its mark felt even more satisfying than the last one, and it made a smile creep across her lips at the thought that yes, she was getting somewhere. Now Katsumi was reeling backwards, recoiling from the blow she had taken. It seemed as though Marzia's spear straight into her had left her dazed, stunned for a moment and out of breath. Which meant that she was lined up perfectly for whatever move she had up her sleeve next.

Circling back around Katsumi to get behind her, Marzia took her place, sitting on the grou the wounded girl and slipping one arm underneath hers to hook around her armpit, then hauling her up into a sitting position and bracing her hand on the back of her head - pulling back on her arm to arch her back forward in a sitting half nelson. But Katsumi was still stunned, and while the hold had her immobilized, Marzia went to do the same with the other arm, barely giving Katsumi a time to react before she progressed the hold into a full nelson. Gritting her teeth, the Italian girl pulled back harder, wanting to exert the pressure on her opponent's arms and spine at the same time.

"It's about time you learned how to take a hit!" she snapped.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi exhales a weak groan, her arms crossing her aching stomach. But finally, she's able to take a breath again, and she begins sitting up. That was a pretty hard hit - harder than she'd expected from her. Unfortunately, her recovery just isn't fast enough. Marzia drops in behind her and suddenly takes her balance by hooking one of her arms. "Nh..!" Dragged the rest of the way to sit up, her other arm is locked up. Her head forced low, the strain mostly focusing on her shoulders and neck, Katsumi lets out a panicked cry.

Arms flail uselessly in the air, her body writhing in the hold, brushing against Marzia's torso. Her legs kick, heels digging into the mat, struggling to gain some form of control of her situation. The referee drops close to the pair, keeping an eye on the Punk Princess for any sign of submission - but all she gets so far is firm refusal.

With a cry of effort, she attempts to turn over onto her knees and drag herself, one hobbled step at a time, towards the ropes. "Ghh.. that... makes.. ahn.. no sense..!," she fusses in response. Take a hit!? This is a hold, not a hit! Of course, nitpicking the girl trying to cause her pain may be an odd tactic, but fish have to swim, birds have to fly, and Katsumi has to sass.

[CaptainL]

Marzia didn't care if Katsumi was managing to pull her way out of her clutches. The fact that she had done some damage was enough for her. Katsumi made it to the ropes, which signaled a whistle blow from the increasingly irate referee. However, unlike her opponent, Marzia was still willing to let Katsumi go. She had more in store for her anyway.

She gave a hard shove to the Punk Princess from behind, dropping her roughly into the ropes and letting her hit the mat on her stomach. Crossing her arms, the shorter girl took a step back, watching Katsumi as she got up. She stared up at her, and despite the difference in height between the two, Marzia didn't break eye contact once, not even to blink.She would make sure Katsumi knew what she was dealing with.

Now that the two of them were back on their feet, it was time for Marzia to address the taunt Katsumi had dished out towards her. Yes, she supposed, her own jab could've probably been worded better, but it was the thought that counted, and at least now she had another reason to direct her anger at Katsumi.

"Hey, it was a figure of speech," she snapped. But she could use this. If it was a hit Katsumi wanted, she would get one, all right. "But this isn't!" As Marzia drew back her fist to let a punch fly straight into her opponent's face.

[CyanDimitrik]

Arms and neck strained, Katsumi wrestles her way to the ropes. A boot sneaks under them, just beyond the edge of the ring, and the referee - with some grumpy reluctance - calls for a rope break. Marzia is a swell enough gal to comply, and the pressure along Katsumi's upper-body is relieved. She starts to settle on her knees to simply take a moment to breathe, only to find herself shoved with a foot. She falls forward against the ropes, pushed against the low rope before slipping to land flat on her front. "Nf.. bitch..," she mutters.

It doesn't take Katsumi long to begin gathering herself. She tucks a knee under her torso, then suddenly pushes herself up to her full height, back arching and surprisingly a little elegant in poise before settling flat on her feet again. She turns to face Marzia, and the eyes lock. As she tries to explain, Katsumi's nose crinkles at her in a manner much cuter than she'd intended.

Suddenly, a fist swings in for Katsumi's punkishly pretty face! She takes a sharp inhale and her legs bend, letting it whistle just overhead! In the same fluid motion, she weaves around behind her foe.

"You're a figure of speech! If that speech was round!"

"Cuz you're fat."

She'd been holding onto the target for a while. It felt like the right time to try to mentally throw her off her game. The size difference between the curvy Marzia and sleek, trim, even skinny Katsumi was pretty unmistakable.

Barbs tossed, Katsumi takes off at a sprint for the opposite end of the ring. She twists to press her back against the ropes, stretching them quickly against her torso before letting them fling her forward. Slender legs pump, her body angled forward, her eyes burning on her target. She leaps suddenly, her body turning over and arms and legs stretching back to lead in with her toned belly aimed to slam against Marzia's torso in a crossbody!

[CaptainL]

That was enough to get Katsumi to curse her out. Ordinarily Marzia may have taken anger with the appellation, but she was strangely flattered by it this time, a small smirk coming to her lips. Obviously whatever she was doing was working well enough if it was making Katsumi this angry. She would have to keep it up.

Nevertheless, Marzia couldn't help but be impressed with the acrobatic expertise with which Katsumi sprung back to her feet. The girl was clearly nimble and agile, and she was able to use that to her advantage - something Marzia couldn't help but feel a little jealous about, seeing as she wasn't nearly as much of a high-flyer herself. Nevertheless, it wouldn't keep Marzia from letting her punch fly...only to whiff right by its intended target. Marzia glared at her opponent, her eyes narrowing in frustration.

But that frustration was nothing compared to what she felt at the next remark Katsumi made. The words hit a nerve in the Italian, and she instantly went tense, her face turning a vivid red. "WHAT!?" she cried, before starting to twitch and tremble. "I'm...I'm not fat-! Hey-!"

Still, Marzia didn't have much time to think, and soon she saw Katsumi spring herself off the ropes and charge to the opposite side of the ring before throwing her backwards toward Marzia. Even if she wasn't her most focused, Marzia still knew that this wasn't anything to just leave up to Katsumi to do. She braced herself, her stance going wide as her hands reached forward, poised and ready. And just then, it happened. Surprising even Marzia herself, she had managed to halt the Punk Princess's advance then and there, holding her off from her in midair. She blinked a few times in confusion at this. She wasn't sure if it was how light Katsumi was, or the adrenaline making her stronger, but either way, she had her right in her clutches, managing to save herself from a nasty body blow in the process.

She wasn't going to waste any time pondering it, though. Marzia knew she had something on her hands, and she was going to take advantage of this. Gritting her teeth and pushing her leg forward bent at the knee as she pressed the ball of her foot against the mat to strengthen her stance, she held her knee out firmly before dropping Katsumi, letting her fall onto it to drive her leg into her opponent's spine. She hoped, perhaps vainly, that it might teach her a thing or two about running her mouth.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi made a name for herself by being a playful brat in the ring - edgy banter, taunting, but with mirth. All of these things greatly helped lead to the Punk Princess moniker. And it's reactions like Marzia's that make it so delicious, she's pretty sure it rots your teeth. So her return trip to Marzie is heralded with a wicked, even fangy smile.

There's the leap. The wind rushing against the bare skin of her belly is both familiar and welcome, predicating a sudden smack against a welcoming surface that'll soon yield and topple down. Her, using only her body to bring down a foe, testing the durability of her feminine abs against her opponent's body. She loves splashes of all variety that land stomach-first against an opponent - so much so that two of her finishers make use of it, even if a little indirectly for one. The core contact made her feel more like she'd dominated her adversary; it was a thrill. And the audience always seemed to love the skin contact. She didn't have the ripped abs of some other wrestler girls, but she likes her midriff. It might even be her favorite part about her. She even has a fondness for showing it off-

The wind stops rushing. Her mind goes blank. She stares straight ahead for a few seconds before it clicks. Holy shit, this chick just halted her mid-flight.

"A-.. ah..!," she writhes, but it's neither fast nor effective enough. As she's brought down, she pierces the air with a panicked shriek, only to be cut short by the moment of impact across Marzia's knee. Pain blasts through her spine, seizing control of her limbs and refusing to let her budge them. Eyes wide and mouth hung open, soundless, the young grappler dangles from Marzia's knee with her boots on the mat, her head hanging back, the backs of her fingers brushing the the ring's surface, and her body taut and defenseless.

[CaptainL]

After she made her impact, Marzia went to roll Katsumi off of her knee, where she landed at Marzia's feet. Katsumi hit the mat like a ton of bricks, and Marzia was still feeling the ripples going through the canvas under her feet from where she had landed. But she wasn't done there. Hardly. She was only getting started when it came to getting her well-deserved payback on Katsumi.

With the Japanese girl splayed out on her back, Marzia stood above her, casting a shadow down over her as the ceiling lights shone down on the ring. Katsumi may have been the taller of the two, but now it was her turn to be loomed over as Marzia rose her foot and drove it down into Katsumi's stomach. She could feel her abs flattening against the force of the impact, in a way that almost seemed like a well-earned payback for Katsumi making fun of her weight earlier, and the breath leaving Katsumi's lungs, leaving her wide open for the next move in Marzia's arsenal.

While Katsumi was stunned, Marzia felt like she could take her on with another one of her holds. It had served her well in the indies, and she was ready to try it here. Hooking one of Katsumi's legs underneath each of her own, carefully tucking her ankles in under her armpits before stepping in between, she flipped her over onto her stomach before leaning back to compress her spine and legs in a Boston Crab.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi lands on the mat, easily rolling onto her back. Her eyes fall shut, but her teeth are clenched hard as the pain continues to run wild through her spine. The girl is in no condition to mount a resistance yet, an occasional hiccup sound escaping her throat, and extremities twitching each time. That hurt. That hurt bad.

She's trying to focus past the pain, but she can't. The only thing she knows right now is that she hopes Marzia continues not hurting her for a little bit more. She needs the downtime. But with her eyes shut, unable to process anything beyond her immediate physical being, her abs are unprepared to receive Marzia's foot. The stomp plunges hard and deep, caving Katsumi's abs and folding the Punk Princess around her leg. The eyes are no longer closed; they're wide opened and agonized.

When the pressure is relieved, she drops flat to the mat again. "Ah.. a-ah..," Katsumi struggles to vocalize at all, managing only to give voice to a pained stammer. And yet, it doesn't even end there. She's rolled over onto her aching stomach, and her legs suddenly cinched backwards.

"Aahaahhn!," Katsumi cries out this time, her entire frame tensed. Breasts mashed against the mat, her arms flounder against the surface before setting her elbows beneath her. It may force a tighter angle, her spine pinching torturously, but it gives her the opportunity to reach desperately for the ropes!

[CaptainL]

Once again, a whistle blew, and a rope break was called. Once again, Marzia had to abandon her hold on Katsumi. She grumbled a little, getting back up and dusting herself off. Still, though, the thought was encouraging to her. Both of these times, the only thing that had stopped Marzia from winning the match right then was Katsumi getting the ropes. That meant that her holds was working, and surely, then, she must be getting worn down. After two holds of this, Marzia's strategy had to be taking effect. Perhaps it was time for the next phase of the plan.

Marzia released the hold and let Katsumi fall back to the mat, but she wouldn't be free for long. Dragging her away a short distance, she wrapped her fingers in the Japanese girl's hair to haul her up onto her feet, getting the two of them standing level, at least as much as they were given the difference in height. Wrapping her arms around Katsumi's shoulders before she could get a chance to react, Marzia then hooked one of her legs and fell forward, sending her and her opponent alike crashing into the mat together.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's fingers clutch onto the bottom rope, refusing to turn loose, her frame rising and falling heavily with each labored breath. She just needs a moment to catch her breath, then things can turn around again and she can show this curvy jerk why she was top billing in her federation! She finally releases the rope, and- Squeak! She's yanked back by the foot, landing heavily on her chest and chin.

Nearer the center of the ring, she finds her hair being pulled! Hands immediately grab for the offending wrists, still forced to raise to her feet. Her shoulders are wrapped, she's essentially hugged, and in short order, Katsumi is brought swinging right back down to the mat. The girl lands hard on her back with Marzia's body splashing directly over her, driving the breath from her lungs.

The Punk Princess lies back, supine, her body twitching a little as she struggles to kickstart her lungs again. Dark green eyes rest half-lidded, staring dazedly up at the overhead lights.