The Competition - Katsumi and Tina Armstrong

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Were a referee present, she no doubt would be working towards a double count-out.

Katsumi's back arches inwards, and she turns over onto her stomach. Her head lifts to look over at Tina, and she gathers herself to her hands and knees. She crawls over to the blonde, one hand setting to her chest to hold her in place while she gets into position. That may be making it sound more involved than it turns out to be, however, because as soon as Katsumi is beside the chiseled opponent, her body drops directly across her. The punkette's toned belly rests across Tina's six-packed abs, and that's the extent of the involvement in the pin for now.

All she could concern herself with is asserting herself atop the other girl, earning - through no deceit or rule-bending - her first win. Unofficial though it might be, it's a badly-needed win to ease the twisting, debilitating knots in her stomach. If she can pin this girl, she can beat whoever she debuts against. The confidence she presents her first LAW audience will be real; authentic. It may just be between her and Tina, but the blonde couldn't call her weak. She'd know she's able to beat girls vying for the belt.

Every heavy breath presses her stomach flush against Tina's. Her forehead rests over her left forearm, sweat dripping from her hair. Her right hand raises to flop the palm against the mat. "One..," she counts.

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Tina laid on the mat panting and groaning. The count began and she wasn't able to summon the energy to move.

The second count came and right after Tina thrust a shoulder up to break the count! "Not yet..." Tina groaned, trying to roll away to separate herself from Katsumi. She didn't have much energy to do anything else at the moment, worn out, hurting and winded.

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The hand slaps the mat. "Two..." Her hand starts to raise again, only for Tina's shoulder to lift. Katsumi's heart sinks.

Tina squirms in an effort to roll, and the punkette lifts onto her knees to look down at her. "Okay.. yeah.. alright..," she says between labored breaths. Gathering herself up to her feet, she reaches for Tina's arms to pull her up to meet her. She's being left with very little choice here. But it looks like Tina's right where she wants her, at least. All she has to do is seal the deal.

Once standing, Katsumi's arms shoot around the other girl's waist. She suddenly clenches, seizing Tina's hard body against hers, hips to hips, breasts mashed to breasts, and more importantly, stomach to stomach. Katsumi's abs aren't as chiseled as Tina's, but a bearhug preamble is something she knows well, and her strength is notably better than what one would expect of a girl her build. So the grinding is rough, hoping to wear down and weaken her opponent to definitively end their spar, sweat-soaked skin to sweat-soaked skin. "Hnnh..!" Atthis proximity, the two stand face to face, Katsumi's heated breath beating against Tina's lips and her vivid dark green eyes locked onto her blues.

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Tina was hurting and as she was pulled up to her feet Katsumi seemed prepared to keep piling on the agony! tina cried out as she was picked up and squeezed hard by the smaller woman! "N-no way..." Tina groaned, reaching down to try to pry Katsumi's arms apart. Tina was sure she was the stronger of the two, but in this awkward position she had her work cut out for her as she tried to power her way out of the very painful bear hug! This task was going to be far easier said than done.

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To her credit, Katsumi is only an inch shorter than her opponent. She may weigh considerably less, but she can meet the musclebound girl eye-to-eye! And it's that aspect that's serving her right now, giving her that leverage to grind Tina's abdominals against her own. Even as Tina struggles, Katsumi bites down harder with her arms, clenching the girl in the waistlock, trying to compress her abs with her stomach. Her back arches, grinding herself in a little harder.

"Yes... way...!," is Katsumi's admittedly dull response, but it's all she can come up with in this time of duress!

With a growl, she suddenly pushes up to hoist Tina a little off her feet. With a hop, she pivots in the air and drives the captured blonde down to the mat on her back, Katsumi's body splashing directly overtop hers in her belly-to-belly suplex slam finisher, the Shutdown!

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"Arrgh!" Tina howled as she had failed to free herself. The pain mounted and she was shocked as she went up and came crashing down hard!

Tina cried out in pain and laid limply on the mat, her chest heaving as she was laid out in moving in the aftermath of Katsumi's surprisingly powerful slam!

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The slam goes off without a hitch, and the ring shudders under the forceful impact of their combined weight. Following the slam, Katsumi remains in place over Tina, panting, her chest swelling against Tina's with each breath, bare abs to bare abs. Her arms move from Tina's waist to rest over her shoulders, and her eyes close for a moment.

She doesn't know how long she's been laying there. She knew she's in pinning position, but she wasn't counting. This isn't how she wanted to end this spar. She wanted to end it a certain way - more for herself than anything else. She wanted it to be definitive, to really know she'd beaten this other girl. That'll squash those persistent, nagging butterflies. And it'd give her something of a spiteful bit of joy, finishing off Tina by slamming her toned stomach against Tina's chiseled abs.

Pushing against Tina's shoulders, Katsumi lifts her upper-body to look down at her. She rolls over to grab for the girl's wrists to drag her in front of the closest turnbuckle before letting her loose. From there, the girl climbs up the ropes. God, her legs are sore. Her knees don't want to cooperate, the muscle through her thighs and calves burning with soreness and on the verge of cramping. But finally, she climbs to the top ropes and turns to face Tina.

Inhale. Exhale. All she needs is one last hit. One last hit, and she can rest.

She vaults high into the air, arms and legs spread to pull her abdomen taut! Her body rotates laterally in the air, a graceful display despite her fatigue, belly aimed to crash hard directly across Tina's stomach for the Wild Rave splash finisher!

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Tina was barely stirring, and weakly moaning as Katsumi worked her way off of Tina. Panting and drained Tina couldn't get up. She opened her eyes and wearily looked up as Katsumi was perched on top of the turnbuckle.

Tina was too weak to move, and saw Katsumi soar through the air. Not good not good not good....

Tina grit her teeth, raising her knees up to use Katsumi's own move and momentum against her! It would hurt Tina even more, but it was sure to be far worse for Katsumi!

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Katsumi is in the air, soaring majestically. She has the perfect angle, the trajectory is right, she's destined to land exactly where she intended. If anything can be said of Katsumi's aerial game, it's that she's a sharpshooter.

So it freaking sucks when her target is replaced with something horrible.

She sees the knees raise. Her eyes widen. Her heart plummets. She almost gets out the word 'no' before her bare, taut abs cave around Tina's knees. She bounces off of them in sheer and utter agony, curled first to sit up, then quickly losing strength to support herself. She drops onto her side, unable to make a sound, her arms wound tight around her stomach. Her feet kick helplessly in the air, eyes screwed shut, a pained shudder running clearly through her frame.

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Tina feels the pressure come crashing down, and winces as Katsumi's weight still bears down on her! However she hears the sound of Katsumi smacking into her and then slumps to the mat. Tina gasps for breath and summons the energy to crawl over, laying across Katsumi's chest and hooking a leg as she went for a pin!

"One............ Two........"

Tina's count was slow, steady and as official as she could make it, which was tough given her current state. She was in so much pain that raising up her arm and slapping the mat seemed to sap her of whatever precious little energy she had left in her.