Katsumi Oshiro vs. Kana Kasama

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Katsumi was ready to light into the girl again, but to her surprise, the crowd is booing her. Her! Not the Punk Princess who was gleefully brutalizing her, but the other, smaller girl who's been getting the brunt of the beating. It must be a perfect storm of her late arrival and attitude. Or Katsumi is hitting all the right notes with this crowd by accident. It's energizing, though, knowing the crowd is on her side. She doesn't mind it when they're booing her - it's fun either way - but this just feels more like acceptance.

Katsumi doesn't let her fully prepare for her again. She closes in with her and grabs for her shoulders to straighten her out, then wrap around her waist to hoist her a little off her feet and even her body with hers. Hips press together, breasts mash together, and more importantly, Kana's belly grinds into Katsumi's toned stomach. Her forearms bite into her lower back to cinch on the bearhug, looking the girl dead in the eye, face to face.

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Kana would be almost to her feet as she felt the arms of Katsumi wrap around her body straightening her out. She would than be lifted off the ground and placed into a brutal bearhug. Their hips pressed together tightly as well as their breasts mashing and battling it out but what seemed to be the most intense was their stomachs. Kana had a soft and smooth stomach with a small layer of muscle underneath while Katsumi's was toned and strong yet smooth to the touch.

Kana would squeal as the strong arms dug into her sides and her back. She would kick her legs wildly before she was forced to look into Katsumi's eyes. She would stop kicking and look back into the cold eyes of this girl. Kana felt like she was parylized with the stare down. Katsumi had a certain beauty about her. She was fierce and beautiful. Kana couldn't help but feel as though she were in a trance as she could only let out whimper after whimper and she was only able to hang there limply as the hug tightened. It felt as though it were only her and katsumi in the room and the crowd had disappeared. Kana would try to look away but she was unable as she felt the hug getting more and more brutal.

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Katsumi has no idea what's going through Kana's head. She's deadlocked with the girl, squeezing and compressing her body harder to herself with each passing moment. It isn't often that she wrestles girls smaller than herself, so she's taking full advantage of the situation. At this point, her opponent is gripped tightly enough that she can feel her heart beating against her chest, and every little twitch of her frame, every flex of her stomach. Her warm breath beats against Kana's face with every exhale, and her back arches to grind her trim stomach harder into Kana's.

The audience is savoring every moment of the prolonged body contact, maybe a little more aware of Kana's body language than Katsumi. Maybe they're just enjoying the show of brute force. Whatever the case, Katsumi isn't in a hurry to let the hold go. She's enjoying it too much, virtually bathing in the roar of the audience.

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Kana would let out squeaks and whimpers as she felt Katsumi's arms forcing her to arch her back. The hug only got tighter and tighter with every second. Kana felt as though her body was melding into Katsumi's with every squeeze. She could feel the flexing of her stomach and Katsumi's hot breath bathing Kana's face to the point where it felt moist.

The crowd was going wild as they loved the hug happening right now. Kana would squeal as the hug became nearly unbearable. Her eyes shut tight and she wrapped her legs around Katsumi's midsection not as an attack but as support. Her head would fall forward as she rested her forehead against katsumi's. If this lasted any longer, Kana would fall even deeper and rest her chin on Katsumi's shoulder. She wasn't passing out, Just slowly composing to the crushing hug. It know looked as though Katsumi had Kana at her complete will like the rest of the match as Kana softly whimpered and rested in her pained position. It was up to Katsumi what happened next.

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As the strain takes its toll on Kana, Katsumi's smile spreads. It's a euphoric feeling, squeezing the life out of an opponent. Knowing that she, herself, isn't a hulking musclebound freak, but that she's strong enough to overwhelm an opponent; makes her a little tingly. Kana's legs wrap around her, and the audience's cheer rises. Her forehead rests against Katsumi's, bringing their faces even closer - the audience's cheer rises more. Katsumi doesn't back off from her, keeping those expressive eyes locked to hers. "Hnnh..!" She squeezes tighter, absolutely no space between their forms. Every little adjustment, every breath, grinds their bodies together, from breasts to abs, even hips to hips.

When Kana's head lowers to finally rest over her shoulder, the referee-girl starts to move in to check for a knockout.

"No, she's not done!," protests Katsumi. Turning away from the referee, she hops into the air, twists, and brings Kana slamming down hard onto her back, with her own body landing heavily atop hers in her belly-to-belly suplex slam finisher, the Shutdown.

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Kana was not unconscious yet. Just feeling completely overwhelmed. The pained look on her eyes seemed to only motivate Katsumi to squeeze harder and more brutally, verbally straining to squeeze as physically hard as possible. There was zero space between them now. Their bodies had formed an air tight lock that was so tight that it felt and looked as though water wouldn't even be able to get through.

The ref was checking on Kana when her head shot up in surprise. She was starting to lose her senses as the ref seemed to startle her. She heard Katsumi claiming that Kana isn't done yet and turned her away from the ref. "Wait... No..." Kana would let out weakly before she felt both of them become air bound. What came after that made Kana howl painfully. Her back crashed into the the ring loudly and brutally as the ring shook. The pain seemed to wake Kana right up as her eyes shot open and she began to writhe around on the ring floor. She was speechless. All she could let out was pained sounds that were not audible or understandable. She wasn't unconscious though meaning Katsumi could continue if she pleased.

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Slam delivered, the audience expects that this is it; this is the end for Kana. Katsumi does nothing to change their mind. Already lying face-to-face over the writhing girl, she keeps her body tightly-pressed against her opponent's. She grabs for Kana's wrists to cross them just over her head. Her face lowers to teasingly touch her nose to her platinum-haired prey's. Her back arches to subtly grind into Kana's figure, her hips continuing to press tight to Kana's, bare stomach to bare stomach, breasts mashed to breasts - a little something both sensual and dominant for the audience to enjoy without crossing the line.

Her focus remains steadfast on Kana's face, attempting to lock eyes with her to fully assert that level of dominance.

The referee-girl drops beside the pair, raises her hand, and brings it down against the mat. "One!"

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Kana would be lying there getting crushed squashed, and dominated in every way possible. The crowd loved it. Kana still hadn't escaped Katsumi's grasp even with the brutal slam. Kana would let out a pained groan mixed with a slight moan as their noses touched causing Kana to blush. The close quarters grinding session was getting Kana not only embarrassed and worked over but it was also getting the crowd to love it. The mix between being utterly dominated and their breasts mashing and molding together along with their stomachs pressing against each other with no barrier. It was heaven and hell for Kana as she was forced to look her opponent in the eyes.

The ref had gotten down and slapped the mat once. Kana would lay still thinking about if she could continue or not and if there were any way to get out. The ref would slap the mat twice. Kana's heart was racing and Katsumi would be able to tell by their closeness. The ref would raise her hand a third time only for Kana to quickly bring her head up to attempt a hard Headbutt right into Katsumi's scull. If it worked, Kana would quickly roll away holding her own head. She had seen others do the move and show no kind of regret but that hurt a lot more than she expected. Maybe she did it wrong. But if it worked, Kana would attempt to roll towards the ropes and away from her opponent to catch her breath. She came to give the crowd a show and a show they would get, even if it was her receiving the beating most of the time.

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In truth, Katsumi had no intentions of letting the match end this quickly. She had a goal here, and ending it with the Shutdown wasn't going to accomplish it. But she can feel the effect the hit had on her foe, as well as the subsequent pin. She can definitely feel her heart pounding, her body swelling with every heavy breath. She's sure she could end it here and now, if she so chose. She has the tardy platinum-haired girl locked down.

Or that's how it seemed.

Imagine her surprise when Kana's head suddenly thrusts up. Katsumi manages to turn her head just enough to take the brunt of the impact on the cheekbone rather than full-on against the nose. The result is still productive for Kana, as the Punk Princess rears back with a pained yelp, her hands lifting to cover her face. "Aaow! What the Hell!?"

As Kana rolls away, Katsumi rubs over her abused face. It's only when the other girl is gripping onto the ropes that her hands lower, and she shoots her a glare. "You're really wanting to prolong this, aren't you?!" She lifts to her full height again and closes in with her, intent on grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her on up.

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Kana would once again have a pained smirk on her face as she landed another attack even if it was cheap and defensive. She was still wondering if it was worth it though as her head was ringing and vibrating. Her forehead ached and stung as she held it with one hand. She was slow already before the strike but now, she was even slower, luckily... or unluckily, Kana didn't need to worry about getting up on her own. She had the ropes as well as Katsumi who seemed to be more than happy to pull her up.

Kana would squirm slightly but other than that, she was obedient when Katsumi brought her up. She would only move how Katsumi wanted her to. The only defiant thing she could pull off right now was verbal as she heard how Katsumi thought she wanted to prolong the fight. "No... Your just not good enough to end it..." Kana would tease as she would continue being hauled up by the taller wrestler. She made zero attempt to escape though.