The Punk Princess vs Star Power | Powerless Pride

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"AAAAHHHHHHHH!" Kimiko screamed out as Katsumi squeezed, only able to breath in because Katsumi gave her little pockets of relief. Kimiko was in agony from Katsumi destroying her back and absolutely crushing the front of her soft body against Katsumi's solid toned body. She brought her hands to push once again against Katsumi's hips, doing absolutely nothing to help her situation. Kimiko painfully felt her back popping and snapping with every squeeze, prompting her to yell out as a response. Kimiko brought her hands up to her head, shaking it back and forth violently unable to deal with the pain.

"*Huff*... *Huff*... I- I'll never let you win... -AAHHH!!" Kimiko managed to groan as she was being tortuously squeezed. Kimiko knew Katsumi was just toying with her, Katsumi could easily crush the life from her to get a KO. She was trying to weaken Kimiko, and it was working.

As Katsumi's bearhugs went on, Kimiko squirmed less and less with each crush. She was getting worn down fast. Kimiko's arms eventually dangled limply by her sides with her head slumped back. The only major response from Kimiko was the grunts and her legs convulsing when her back was being effortlessly crushed by The Punk Princess.

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It was music to Katsumi's ears, hearing Kimiko shriek with each squeeze. Addictive, even. The feel of bodily dominating the other girl, conquering her in the most physical way possible. It's euphoric. But as the struggling lessened more and more, and Kimiko ultimately sagged to a state of complete vulnerability, she decided it was time to finish her.

The audience was roaring in unison now. It didn't matter that they didn't approve of her. The raw physical display was more than enough to make them want to see the final moments. This is the stuff Katsumi lived for.

Gathering her arms fully around the other woman's waist in a secure hold, she suddenly kipped into the air with her! Their bodies twist together at the apex, before plummeting down to the mat, slamming Kimiko hard upon her back in a belly-to-belly suplex. With the added benefit of Katsumi's body also dropping upon the much more inviting surface of Kimiko's form.

The Shutdown signature move, executed.

She doesn't waste time after the impact. Her legs shift, thighs nudging Kimiko's apart to take her lower leverage. Her arms withdraw from the girl's waist, the left hand setting against her forehead, tucked just beneath her bangs to keep her head lying back against the mat. Her right hand moves to Kimiko's bicep, holding the arm down. The rest of her body presses in, hips docked tight to hips, bare abdominals flush against bare stomach, breasts shelfing against breasts. Every breath Kimiko takes would raise Katsumi's body, every exhale lowering it, the poise as sensually dominant as it was... well, an official pin.

Katsumi whips her hair over, letting the silky tresses curtain to the left side of her face. Her face hovers just a couple inches above the other girl's, each labored breath washing over her.

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Kimiko was so weak and limp that she didn't realize Katsumi was suplexing her until her neck slammed on the mat! Kimiko's air was forced out of her from the devastating impact. Pain and fuzziness began to flood poor Kimiko's head. Her eyes went wide and then relaxed, but she still barely clung onto consciousness. Barely.

Kimiko was so dazed that she just sat by as Katsumi positioned herself to finally pin Kimiko. The ref swooped in to count down the pin. Kimiko couldn't hear or see the ref counting down, her sight was so blurry and her ears were ringing so loud. The could only sense a warm presence pressing on her soft skin. She could feel her opponent's humid breath brushing her lips. "Uhhhnn... Kat...su...mi..." she deliriously whispered a moan to her opponent.

The referee began to count down the pin, slapping the mat with each count.

"One..."
"Two..."
"THREE!"

The ref waved their hands signaling Star Power had been pinned!

-DING! DING! DING!-

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi rests atop Kimiko, body melding to body, taking it all in. The camera flashes, the roar of the crowd, the warmth of her skin, sweat mingling with sweat, the way her body feels beneath her... ah, to be pinning someone down. And so decisively. This might even make it onto one of those magazines.

Hearing Kimiko, Katsumi lowers her face closer beside hers. Her lips come to hover just above her ear to whisper a hot little purred, "That's right. Say my name..."

The referee slaps the mat. Once. Twice. Thrice. She signals the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

"And here is your winner! KATSUMI! OOOOSHIIIROOO!," booms the announcer.

Through it all, Katsumi continued to lie over the raven-haired girl. But perhaps in a subtle sign left to interpretation, she gives the bicep a soft squeeze before peeling herself from her. She gets as far as her knees before the referee takes her by the wrist to raise her arm, motioning to her for the benefit of the crowd. And naturally, Katsumi flips them off with a smug moue of the lips.

From there, the Punk Princess rocks back to her feet and rushes up a turnbuckle, facing the crowd and thumping a fist to her chest.

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Kimiko felt the warm presence leave her skin as she fell down to the mat. She began recovering the rest of her senses, slowly coming to. She propped herself with one arm to sit up. The lights were so bright they blinded her.

She grabbed up at the back of her neck massaging it. "Owww- owwww~... what happened??" she asked aloud. Her vision began to clear and see past the bright stage lights to see Katsumi celebrating victoriously. "Oh no..." Kimiko knew exactly what had gone down. She lost and had been made a fool. "Not- not again!" Kimiko began to choke up. "HOW?! The match just started!" her sorrow quickly became rage. She was angry that she had let herself down once again. She was certain she would be victorious this time, but tonight was just another failure!

Kimiko pushed herself up to her feet. She began to head out of the ring, the jeers of the crowd striking her in the heart like arrows. The ones once cheering for her at her entrance now making fun of her for handily losing yet another match. She stopped in her tracks. She clenched her fists. "No."

She turned around and marched straight towards Katsumi on the turnbuckle. She grabbed the rope and shook it to disrupt the balance of her opponent and catch her attention. "HEY!" Kimiko called out. "Do you really think I'm done with you? After you cheated? No- I said I'm gonna leave the ring victorious tonight, and I won't let you leave until that happens! I call for a rematch right here, right now! I'll show you what I'm really made of! I can handle anything you can throw at me!" she demanded.

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"That's right!," shouts Katsumi as her music blares throughout the arena, her highlight reel playing on the titantron. "Whose house is it!?" She thumps a fist to her chest. "My house!"

And suddenly, her perch is disrupted. Smooth-soled boots slip, and the Punk Princess loses her footing. "Guah!" She falls backwards, hitting the mat on her head and shoulders in an upside-down heap, legs awkwardly crinkled into the air. One of them twitches a couple times.

A few seconds later, and the fiery grappler instantly rights herself, glowering at Kimiko. "That so!?," she barks back, closing in with her. Her hands lift to deliver a quick, confrontational shove at the other girl's chest. "A rematch!? Right here and now!? Lemme ask you something! Y'know what the difference is between you and a chihuahua?!"

Beat.

"That yappy bitch knows to shut up the first time it gets beaten!"

Oh, the boos. The boos she's getting. The crowd has turned on her in an instance, and Katsumi turns to face them, smug smirk on her face, arms spread to welcome the hate. Does she actually beat dogs? Of course not! Aggressive, trolling, socially stupid, sure. But she's not psycho. It was a spicy jab she just couldn't pass up. And look how riled up it made everyone!

Suddenly, she wheels on Kimiko with a stiff surprise elbow aimed for her cheek! "I accept! Ring the bell!"

Puzzled, the referee hurriedly signals the bell to start a new match.

DING!

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Kimiko wasn't trying to make Katsumi fall, but she must've shook the rope too hard. Kimiko was slightly worried but saw Katsumi getting back up. Katsumi forcefully shoved Kimiko's chest and Kimiko stumbled back. She lost balance and frantically caught her back on the ropes. Katsumi riled up the crowd trying to bite back at Kimiko. But her poor chihuahua analogy immediately soured the audience. Kimiko was happy to know that the onlookers weren't completely on her opponent's side.

Kimiko wrapped her arms in the ropes pushing up and regaining her footing. She did her best to push herself back up and meet Katsumi head-on. But as soon as she left the ropes Kimiko felt a hard bash on her face, whipping her head back! "GAH!" Kimiko screamed. Her hair flipped over her face and into the air following her head. Kimiko just ate a harsh elbow to her face! Kimiko immediately flew back once again wrapping herself in the ropes. Her arms loosely went over the top rope yet kept her nearly-limp body propped up. Kimiko was unguarded. But to her surprise the staff ringed the bell starting the bout.

And just like that the match was back on!

Kimiko tried to regain her footing once more, but that unexpected elbow scrambled her brains. Kimiko moaned as she strained to get back up. She tried to position her feet below her, but they kept slipping away causing her hips to come forward.

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"Awwh~," coos Katsumi at the struggling form of her repeat opponent. "Lemme help ya with that..."

The referee is already closing in to chastise Katsumi for whatever it is she's about to do. At this point, it's simple pattern recognition. And the Punk Princess doesn't disappoint, reaching to seize a fistful of Kimiko's hair with her left hand near the scalp. Pulling, she attempts to tilt Kimiko's face up to herself for just a moment of eye contact. Those vivid emeralds burning on bright blues...

"Let her go! She's got the ropes!," comes the insistent fussing of the referee.

Katsumi responds by firing a stiff, low hook punch from the right towards the pit of Kimiko's stomach before releasing her hair. "I'm not touching her! Chillax, spazzoid!"

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"YAAH! MY HAIR!!" Kimiko screamed out as Katsumi pulled her back on the ropes. Kimiko's head was wrenched back by Katsumi pulling quite violently on her dark hair. Kimiko tried reaching at Katsumi's grip on her hair to relieve some of the pressure. Little did she know it left her stomach completely open for Katsumi to exploit. Katsumi took advantage of Kimiko's weakened state by delivering a low hook deep into the pit of her stomach. "GACKHHH!" Kimiko grunted as Katsumi's fist drove into her gut. Her eyes went wide in response to her pain. It already hurt before when Katsumi dealt blows to that area, but now that her stomach was starting to bruise it was a completely different type of agony.

Katsumi released Kimiko's hair, allowing her to fall to her knees. Kimiko fell over on all fours, then brining up her hand to clutch at her injured core. She uncontrollably coughed and heaved as a horrible feeling sunk in her gut. Kimiko's head felt light once more as the weight of the body blow became more apparent to her. "Aguuuhhhh. Guuhhhh..." she lightly moaned, trying not to collapse on the mat. A small puddle of drool began to form underneath her as spit and nervous sweat fell from open mouth.

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"You watch it, Oshiro-san!," warns the referee.

Katsumi responds with a broad, animated shrug, ever-so-aloof to the woes and worries of the official. Instead, she puts her focus on the girl wheezing on the mat. "Come'ere, Star Power..."

Leaning in, she wraps her nimble little fingers around her jaw, pulling Kimiko's pretty face up to her and walking - or crawling - her to the center of the ring. Leaning in, she hooks her arms around her and lifts, resting Kimiko's stomach against her shoulder, one arm around her waist, the other hand set to the back of her neck and shoulders to keep her face pressed against her chest area.

Supporting the girl for a few seconds, Katsumi turns a slow circle for the audience, showing off her opponent's helpless predicament draped over her shoulder, readying a devastating move. "Ready to be put down~?," she calls to the raven-haired girl over the roar of the crowd.