Debutantes No More: Cathy Jefferson vs Katsumi Oshiro

[Anime_dreamfighter]

"Yeah, well we all have our own phobias and our fears." Cathy nods vigorously. "But you won't get to hear mine just yet... I mean I still barely know you, girl!" the blonde laughs. "Even if we did spend pretty much the last 45 minutes all locked up n' plastered together..." And Cathy brings her mouth up so that her lips hover just in front of Katsumi's face, even though she makes no attempt to kiss those delectable lips. After all, she barely knows the girl...

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's head lifts again. "Was it that long?," she asks. Time seemed to stop whenever she's in the ring. All she ever focused on was her opponent and the audience. It may not have been 45 minutes - Cathy almost certainly exaggerated - but it was definitely long for a match. That would explain the accumulated sweat.

"I'm not.. I.." Katsumi's deep green eyes are affixed to Cathy's own for a few seconds. Whatever she was going to say has been forgotten somewhere between the intoxicating feeling of embracing the blonde fresh after their match and feeling her breath. Before the Punk Princess even knows what's happening, her head is tilted forward to an angle, attempting to seal her lips to Cathy's in a firm kiss.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

As Katsumi's head comes up their lips seal for the first time and Cathy leans into the woman she is holding in her arms; lost in the moment, her aches and pains melting away miraculously.

[CyanDimitrik]

The kiss linger, Katsumi's eyes falling shut. She shifts, brushing herself up against the blonde in a grind. And then her brain seems to catch up with what she's doing, and the girl jerks back from her, eyes wide and pupils tiny. She's a stammering mess, her cheeks deeply rouged. Her hands rub over her face and into her sweat-slickened hair, pulling it back out of her eyes. When she finally finds her words, the most she manages is a quiet level of disbelief at herself.

"O-oh my god, what am I doing.."

She swallows heavily and looks back to Cathy. "Th-that.. that didn't happen.. okay?" It sounds less like a demand, more like a request. And the deer-in-headlights look she's giving her might even push the notion of 'request' more into the realm of 'plead'.

[Anime_dreamfighter]

Cathy pulls back gently and allows them both to separate as Katsumi seems to get confused and a little flustered: its so clearly her first time who can blame the poor young thing?

"Don't worry hon, I wasn't about to do a complex number on ya." Cathy knows its time to split and heads to the door, turning to deliver a final parting shot: "And your little secret's safe, by the way. I may only be a 'county girl', but think you'll find I'm nothing if not discrete!". Stepping out into the corridor with a light headed feeling, she closes the door and pads back to her own dressing room.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi is far from collected, even as Cathy starts to depart. Her palms are back to rubbing over her eyes, as if attempting to smooth out some wrinkle that's causing bizarre behavior. "O-okay.. cool.. thanks.." She doesn't remove her hands from her eyes until she's certain Cathy has left. She then moves over to the mirror in the room, her left arm looping her aching stomach. Her right hand plants to the counter and she leans forward, staring hard at her reflection.

Her mouth moves, but she has no words. The Hell did Cathy do to her?

Winner by Two Pinfalls to One: Katsumi Oshiro