The Competition - Katsumi and Tina Armstrong

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi lets out a quiet whimper when she feels Tina’s hands on her. She knew she wouldn’t pass up the chance to capitalize on her. She wouldn’t, herself - why would her opponent? Being forced to uncurl sends a fresh shock of pain through her midsection, and finally, Tina’s weight spreads across her.

Her slender leg is drawn into the air. She knows she’s finished. The musclebound girl has beaten her. She’s not up to par. She’d have failed to get the belt, were she in the tournament.

Katsumi can’t move beyond just breathing, her chest straining against Tina’s, but she wants desperately to curl up again. It isn’t even so much for the pain in her midsection as the disappointment in herself. Each hit of Tina’s hand against the mat twists her insides a little more.

The hand moves towards the mat for the third time. Suddenly, Katsumi’s body gives a single, hard buck in defiance, kicking a leg free with a quiet, desperate, “No...!” She can’t lie back and let it end. Her body is screaming at her to not push it any further, definitely not in a spar. But she needs this. She can’t cave in, if there’s anything left in her. She doesn’t think she can even move on her own, but she’ll sacrifice her body if it means getting a ghost of a chance of coming out the better fighter.

Should Tina look down at Katsumi’s face, she’d be met with a mix of defiance, desperation, and pain. Her gaze rests half-lidded, lips parted to accommodate her labored breaths. No words, no bravado. Just a battered, beaten fighter.

[Highfly]

Tina flopped to the side as Katsumi kicked out, leaving her to wonder what it would take to get back in this. She was aching all over and still in a ton of pain. Getting up to her feet again seemed to be a monumental task at this point. Tina groaned and made it up, bending down to pull Katsumi up. As tired as Tina was pulling the small Katsumi up felt like she was handling a 200 pound woman.

Tina had lift up bigger women before, so she could fight through this pain and give one last big move to Katsumi. The tigress had a finisher she loved, and she was very proficient with it. Tina hooked Katsumi's arms as she put her head between her legs. Tina took a deep breath before lifting Katsumi up and bringing her crashing to the mat with a tiger bomb! Immediately upon landing Tina sat down, holding both Katsumi's legs as her own went atop Katsumi's outstretched arms!

"O-one...." A worn out Tina said as she began another pin count on Katsumi!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi struggles. She struggles as much as she can muster, trying to work her way loose of Tina's grip, but the truth is, she's wobbly enough on her feet already. Were it not for Tina, she'd be as likely to fall back over. But better that than be Tina's plaything.

It just isn't enough. The Punk Princess is bent forward, her head tucked between the other girl's thighs. Her arms - her only means of self-preservation - hooked and held somewhat aloft. Katsumi's breathing hastens in dread, her mind racing. Would it be a facebuster? Would her debut match see her going to the ring with a jacked up nose or black eye? What's the plan? She wheezes a little sound as she tenses, trying to brace for whatever was to come. Her eyes squeezed shut tightly, her heart caught in her throat. She tries to turn her head away, but that proves to be impossible, given Tina's legs.

She's in the air. She's flipped over. A panicked shriek escapes the young grappler. The sound is abruptly cut short as the ring thunders. Katsumi lies there limp before Tina, long, smooth legs easily manipulated. Her arms splay to either side, her eyes shut and breathing labored. The only movement she makes are weak finger and wristcurls, as if still struggling, and the deep, heavy rise and fall of her chest and stomach.

[Highfly]

Tina was still panting and badly hurting herself as she barely keeps the count going.

"Two......"

An exhausted Tina groaned and gasped as she raised her arm up for the third count, hoping Katsumi wasn't going to kick out anytime soon. Tina was too worn out to keep on going if she did.

[CyanDimitrik]

Nothing would give Katsumi more joy right now than to kick out of the pin. But her body just won't do it. he muscles won't engage, doing anything more than bobbing her feet and shifting her hands feels like it's draining whatever she has left. The last hit did her in - there's no room for question. By now, Katsumi has enough wherewithal to know what's happening at least. It hurts - hurts her body, hurts her confidence, hurts basically everything. The most she can hope for now is that she's not still sore and stiff for her debut in a couple days. This went well beyond a typical spar.

She refuses to open her eyes yet. Instead, they squeeze shut a little tighter, her brow knitting inwards, bracing for the hand to lower that third time.

[Highfly]

"Three...."

Tina stayed right where she was for a few seconds, simply too tired to move. She groaned and rolled off, flopping on her back and looking up at the ceiling. "Damn you are one tough broad... I like that." Tina wheezed out between gasps for air.

This was the most taxing spar in recent memory for her and that was saying something. She remained still, trying to recover.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's legs remain in the air as long as Tina holds them there, and each passing second beyond the three just feels more draining somehow. When her legs are released, they simply flop to the mat, the Punk Princess continuing to lie supine beside Tina.

"Next.. next time..," she finally says, her eyes refusing to open. "..it'll be.. me on top.." She's extremely aware that the tough talk from a position of all but literally incapable of moving may come across a bit far-fetched. She doesn't care. She has to save face somehow. It's not just for Tina's sake or even her own dignity, but a sort of self-pep-talk.

Hands finally lift, haphazardly flopping her palms against her sweaty face to rub over her eyes. "You.. better win.. that title.."

[Highfly]

Tina was too tired to move or stir, opting to remain still in order to gather what little energy she had left. "That is what they all say isn't it?" Tina said before pausing and flopping over onto her stomach.

She summoned her strength to push herself up to her hands and knees, crawling over to the ropes to use them to help her rise fully to her feet. "That is the plan.... just gotta make it happen now..." Tina gasped out, her crawl far more taxing than she expected.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi lets out a frustrated groan when her 'threat' is verbally swatted aside. Her palms dig a little deeper against her eyes before simply letting her arms flop to either side again. No, the Punk Princess still can't move much - or if she could, she's not pushing it just yet. Her eyes finally open to stare blearily up at the overhead lights.

Her head rolls aside to look at Tina. Despite her fatigue and battered condition, there's an underlying intensity to her voice. "No.. I mean.. you better win.." She turns her head up to the ceiling lights again. "I didn't.. move out here.. just to lose.. to second-rate types.."

[Highfly]

Tina smiled and began pulling herself up slowly. She was silent for a moment as she needed all her focus just to stand up again and hold onto the ropes to stay that way.

"Ya didn't girl. I haven't done all the work One is to be second rate." Tina said quietly as she kept trying to draw measured breaths as she stood. Soon she would be able to hobble about but for now clasped the ropes for support.