Katsumi Oshiro Vs. Valentina Nieto - Outpunked!

[Devilish53]

Valentina appears in control, but it's Katsumi with the advantage; it doesn't matter what position you're in, if your foe has breath and you do not. Atleast gaining the perk of knocking a little of the sense from her punkette foe with that rough fall, Valentina attempts to force herself back to her knees, then likely her feet, to restart the bout in a way that favoured her.

That was the plan anyway, as Katsumi roped her in; forcing her cheek against the side of her rib-cage, giving those Spanish nostrils a hefty amount of Kat's sweet aroma! Punches soon swinging in, under and without issue given the close proximity of the two and knocking a good few gasps from the Spaniard, rather than fight out of the hold Valentina fights to stay in; or rather perhaps, a little closer than Katsumi was likely hoping for.

Pushing forward on her feet, she hopes to not only shove Kat's back to the canvas, even with that hold still in place, but glue her own abdomen to her foes lower half, ensuring there'd be no more mouthfuls of wind forced from her mouth with those tummy shots!

[CyanDimitrik]

Knuckles dig into Valentina's ribs, working on weakening that otherwise impressive frame. It seems to be working out very well for her, too. She can feel each shot land against her foe's torso, and each shake, twitch, gasp, and writhe it elicits from her, thanks to their tight quarters. She's hoping to turn them over to better mount for a ground and pound session, but that doesn't seem to be in the cards.

Katsumi lets out a fairly unlady-like grunt as she's suddenly forced flat against her back, hold still applied to her opponent. But her foe seems to've decided to arch in, finding the girl's toned stomach pressing into her hips and thighs. Not what she'd prefer, but she thinks she can work with this, too. All it takes is a little maneuvering!

Katsumi's legs squirm about, attempting to part to either side of Valentina and steeple. If she can manage that, the legs swing inwards to clamp around the tanned girl's waist in a scissor!

[Devilish53]

Had Valentina had her way, the two would of never left their feet. Her ground game wasn't weak per-say, but compared to her standard, looked positively childish. That been said, she was capable of the rare tactile adjustment, even when the walls, or legs, came closing in.

Her head still tied under an arm that's locked tightly enough to cause an issue, Valentina lets loose a lowly grunt into the side of that firm torso. Hands briefly to the mat, trying to stabilise herself atop of her foe, given that if she was rendered on her side, or worse off underneath, the match itself would be against her, Valentina's moment of wisdom came as her foe squeezed out another grunt. Keeping her hands balanced, the Spaniard would slowly but surely bring the base of her feet to the mat, wide and with stability. Edging them forward, presenting her curvy rear high in the end, Valentina opted to balance enough of her weight on the upper-side of Katsumi's torso.

Enough to put those shoulders to the mat, and start a pin!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi remains clinging to the Spaniard, bare thighs clamping down on her waist, flexing and squeezing. This is more of a ground-game than she would generally prefer, as well. It started fairly brawl-ish, but is quickly becoming a mat-based submission match. Those, she may have issues with. Thankfully, Miss Nieto doesn't seem inclined towards that, either.

Unfortunately, things are taking a quick turn. Valentina pushes her rear into the air, Katsumi clinging on tight to squeeze as much as she can and keep control. But she finds herself stacked towards her shoulders.

"One!"

The count comes as a surprise! Katsumi releases Valentina's head with her arm, and her waist with her legs, all in favor of suddenly jerking a shoulder up! "No! No count!"

[Devilish53]

If Katsumi could predict her change in motion, to say Valentina would have been in a bad spot would have been an understatement. To her luck or otherwise, Valentina forced the choice of breaking the scissors and guillotine or losing the match on her crafty foe; allowing the Spaniard to roll to her side with that release, soon enough gaining a little distance. Now on her knees, the dirty-blonde would be given a free chance to cough; the scissors and choke itself weren't latched for long, but the modest power combined with those perfectly aligned abdomen shots, and Valentina was left in a little wheeze.

"That'll be the closest you get..." She'd mutter, apparently growing in confidence as her figure rose, knuckles clenched and mouth a-gasping.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi rolls opposite of her, ending on hands and knees. "You're as delusional as you are ratty!," she snaps back. Valentina isn't ratty - not really. But it's little things that might wear down confidence, or cause a falter in an opponent.

She raises to her full height again to face her opponent on even footing. Her stance widens, and she closes in with her. Suddenly, she jukes to the side and attempts to slip in past her side to reposition herself behind her back! her arms attempt to catch Valentina around the stomach, pulling her rear back against her hips, presses her breasts behind her shoulders, and arms digging into Valentina's abdominals in a gutwrench bearhug!

[Devilish53]

With her only success so far being in locking up with her foe, then shimmying her butt high enough to save her from being choked out, it was unsurprising that Valentina was eager to land a monumental blow, to put the favour of the crowd back on her side. When Katsumi paced in, she'd find a huge hook headed straight for her cheek, as Valentina opted to drop her there and then!

...Only to find that the nimble punkette never had any intention of meeting her head-on. Instead, she sought her back!

"Mmphh!" Muffled moans coming out as her curvy rear finds a home against the thighs that were squeezing her silly a moment ago, Valentina's strong mitts latch to the arms that bind her, as Katsumi tries to squeeze a little more of the life from her. Modest abdomen trying somewhat to brace, Valentina's eyes look up to the ceiling for but second as that squeeze pressures her waistline in; her legs already spread wide as she lowers her centre of gravity. Annoying enough, she prefers the posture she's in now to the possibility of being mat-thrown or suplexed by her surprisingly powerful foe. It still doesn't make her grunt any quieter, mind.

[CyanDimitrik]

That wicked smile spreads more as Valentina remains locked, groaning in her arms. She leans in against her back, her head raised to nod at the audience, her arms digging ever-tighter into Valentina's belly. The audience is eating up the incidentally-sensual grip, the surprising show of force from the less muscle-bound of the two, and she's loving the attention, the dominance, all of it.

"Enjoying.. the match..?," she teases, her voice strained as she keeps the pressure on her opponent's stomach. "Was it.. what you were hoping.. for?"

To be fair - at least internally - she can appreciate Valentina's abs this way. She's ripped like another certain dirty-blonde she'd wrestled when she first joined LAW; one she owes a real match to. But it's satisfying caving in those tight abs and having that power over her hard-bodied opponent.

[Devilish53]

Looking at Katsumi in the early stages of their match, Valentina did not consider that modest frame capable of such a powerful move in general, let alone one so well applied. It was Valentina with the thicker frame overall, the slightly sharper six-pack, and the weight. And now, much to her fury, it was Valentina currently being pressed to the amusement of the crowd. Her foe arching forward, there's no way Valentina is suddenly rearing back a sharp elbow or more; with that head raised high, not that the Spaniard would ever know, but a headbutt too would be rendered somewhat pointless.

Her tummy is held out firm; turning red at the hold, but far from going all the way in. A tight squeeze though, and Valentina finds her tummy losing a inch or so to its width, with a coughing fit to boot.

"Shut...it..." She groans, head forward as her eyes shut from the modest pain. Her hands raised, she latches them tightly onto the arms that bind her; pulling and yanking them apart, determined to beat strength with strength of her own. Ideally, before Katsumi turns that hard body into something mushy.

[CyanDimitrik]

"What? But you.. seemed so happy.. to run your mouth at.. the start!," Katsumi continues to sass.

Her arms slide further around Valentina's middle, and her back begins to arch inwards, trying to force her opponent to unfurl and weaken further. Of course, that might not work - it may even put her at a disadvantaged position. In fact, that's exactly what it does. As Valentina pulls on her arms, Katsumi's grip is loosened before finally being pried loose!

"Ah!"