Anna Nova vs Katsumi Oshiro; Punk Princess and Masochist Domination

[LevelXZombieGamer]

Anna's screams of pain filled the stadium, along with the cheers from the crowd for Katsumi, and the encouraging rallies for Anna. However no matter how loud the rallies were, Anna couldn't escape. Katsumi's fingers dug deeper into Anna's toned stomach, Anna's thrashing ceasing after a few more second as she tries once more to tap, she knows its useless, but its the only other thing Anna can do in this situation.

Soon, Katsumi would release the hold, allowing Anna to flop onto the mat. Her body was sprawled out and her breathing was heavy. Finally she got a chance to recover, or so she thought. Katsumi grabbed a handfull of Anna's hair, lifting her head up to look into her dazzling emerald green eyes. Anna heard Katsumi's question, not knowing exactly what she offered, but Anna could guess it was probably her finishing maneuvers. Anna panted for a moment, staring at Katsumi the whole time

"N-Nightmare...Fuel..." Although it sounded more painful, Anna wanted to be taken out in a blaze of glory and taken out with the best move she had in her arsenal.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi moues her lips with the answer, accepting it. She lets the head go with a gentle shove towards the mat, then hooks her arm under her shoulder, pulling to roll the girl over onto her back. Leaning over her, she slides her arms around Anna's waist to begin arching her again, but this time with the intent to lift her up off the mat with her as she stands. And the end result would see Anna Nova's body pressed into Katsumi's again, albeit in a much more distinctive position. The arms remain securely around Anna's waist, hugging her stomach tight against the curve of her breasts, while Anna's chest presses tight into Katsumi's toned abdominals. She slides a hand down to Anna's arms to help guide them around her waist, unless she'd done so already, leading her to cling onto her. Then, the hand moves to the back of Anna's head to press her face forward, squarely against Katsumi's hips.

A tombstone piledriver position.

And once Katsumi has the girl's body secured against herself, she turns a slow circle to show her off to the audience, letting them soak in the punishment she's about to take.

[LevelXZombieGamer]

Anna groaned out as her head was shoved into the mat, knowing that this might be the end. Katsumi grabbed Anna's arm and rolled her onto her back, reaching down and wrapping her arms around Anna's waist. Soon Anna would start to get lifted upside down, feeling her stomach press against Katsumi's breasts and her breasts against Katsumi's stomach. Her head was pressed against Katsumi's hips. Anna's arms wrapped around the Punk Princess's waist, holding her tightly so as to not fall on her own.

Anna closed her eyes as they slowly turned, showing Anna off to the crowd. Anna's face was bright red, not knowing when Katsumi planned on ending this match. The anticipation started to scare Anna a bit, but she held back her fear, wanting to show that she was strong and she could take whatever Katsumi threw at her.

[CyanDimitrik]

It was probably overkill. But ten seconds is a long, long time to hold someone down against their will in a wrestling ring. Katsumi knew she needed to put Anna down. And this would help decide it - not the final move, by Anna's choice, but what would make sure she isn't kicking out of the final move when it does come.

The audience is hitting a fever pitch, the final holdouts urging the Latina to reverse the hold and drive Katsumi down instead. But it seems too late. Katsumi's head tilts forward subtly, pressing her pretty features against Anna's hips. A little something, added with a subtle nuzzle - nothing the audience or referee would see, but something for Anna for enduring it all. For wrestling with her. Heck, maybe just for asking her out and making her equal parts confused and flattered. But Anna's hips gets nuzzled a few long seconds, working the girl over in a less painful, more sensual way.

Finally, she drops down. Knees fold, and the top of Anna's head impacts the center of the ring with their combined bodyweights. Katsumi remains on her knees, but she releases the girl, letting her body drop to the mat. She doesn't move immediately, head tilted to look down at her and assess her condition. ...and perhaps admire the result of her handiwork.

[LevelXZombieGamer]

Anna had already lost track of how long she was held, what felt like an hour was actually 10 seconds. Anna trembled a slight bit in Katsumi's grip, still not sure when she was gonna be dropped. The crowd chanted for Anna to take and reverse the situation, but Anna didn't have the strength to take and counter at all. The fear slowly began to take over again making Anna tremble more.

Then, unexpectedly, Anna felt Katsumi press her features against her hips, nuzzling her. Anna was a bit confused at first, wondering why, but right then and there, the reason didn't matter to her. The gently nuzzling from Katsumi helped calm Anna down some, ease her trembling body, and helped her prepare for her finisher. Anna began to gently nuzzle back, grateful to have been able to have this match with Katsumi, while also show that she cared for her.

After a few more seconds, Katsumi drops down onto her knees, Anna's head crashes against the mat. Katsumi releases Anna's hips and relexes for a moment while Anna's body take and falls back first onto the mat. Her body was sprawled out and her eyes were shut. Her breathing was slowed, her chest rising and falling .

[CyanDimitrik]

Feeling Anna nuzzle back caused some squirming. Ooh, she's still very much not used to that. It's a good thing she didn't have the strength to take advantage of the situation, because that right there would've been the way to do it. Whew.

Seeing Anna's body sprawled out and compliant on the mat is exactly what she was hoping for. Time to finish her. The Punk Princess lifts to her full height and steps around her fallen form to stand before her feet. Leaning down, she grabs the girl beneath the shoulders to pull her up, then guide her head between her thighs. Leaning over her, one arm hooks her stomach to help keep her standing, while the other fist raises to the audience, signaling the end. When the arm lowers and joins the first around her midsection, she pulls, swinging Anna's body up into the air and slotting her into place behind her, back to back. Her hands quickly move to take Anna's wrists, her legs spreading to hook Anna's ankles with her thighs. She hunches forward, pulling on the arms to wrench the poor limbs and rack her back against her.

It's the submission portion of the move that gives it its name - the Nightmare Fuel. Dreadfully painful, no escape, gravity and a flexing body underneath issuing all the pain and leverage against the helpless body trapped upon it.

But Katsumi doesn't linger in that position. She yanks the arms forward to issue a sharp pain along Anna's joints, then suddenly throws them back! She lunges herself back in tandem, plummeting to drop to a seated position on the mat, and letting the force fling Anna forward to slam chest-first against the mat for the completion of the sequence - what she calls the Nightmare Bomb.

[LevelXZombieGamer]

Anna slowly opened her eyes, thinking that was the end, and expecting a pinfall, but no pin came. Instead, she is met with Katsumi standing at her feet reaching down and pulling Anna to her feet one more time. Katsumi then took and guided Anna's head between her legs, wrapping her arms around Anna's waists after signifying to the crowd that this was the actual end.

Anna was soon hoisted up into the air, feeling her back against Katsumi's back. Her wrist were then grabbed and her ankles were hooks to Katsumi's thighs. Anna's arms were wrenched one more, her whole body starting to ache as she was stretched one more time.

However, this hold wouldn't last for long. Katsumi would sharply yank Anna's arms, causing her to scream out In pain before they were pushed back and Anna plummeted down to the mat face first. A loud thud echoes throughout the stadium, abd Anna's screams of pain were instantly silence. Her body bounced off the canvas before laying flat, her breathing slowed once more. Anna was nearly knocked out from the impact, barely conscious as the crowd erupted with cheers for the amazing maneuver.

[CyanDimitrik]

There it was. The first ever instance of the Nightmare Fuel, new and improved, in a LAW arena. A d Anna got to be the first to experience it.

She smiles at the floating camera zooming in on her face and the devastated Anna, and she puts her hands together to form a heart.

Turning over onto hands and knees, she hooks Anna's leg to manually roll her over onto her back. With the girl lying there, motionless but for breathing, Katsumi finally took a moment to admire her. Fit, slender, tan skin, pretty face, luxurious hair... she could see herself going for a girl like her. And she's willing to bet the crowd wouldn't mind the visual. She can play into that.

Leaning forward onto hands and knees, Katsumi hovers her body over her fallen foe. With a quick jerk of her head, she casts her silky, if sweat-dampened tresses over her shoulder. She nudges her knees between Anna's, and she lowers herself to lie atop her, perfectly aligned with her figure. Her hips press down tight against the Latina's, her bare stomach flush against Anna's abused abs. Breasts press tight to breasts, sharing her heartbeat. Her right hand grips onto Anna's bicep to pin the arm down. Her left hand sets to Anna's cheek to turn her face aside, pinning her cheek to the mat.

And in the end, it's a final, powerful display of physical dominance, confident and in control over her conquered opponent.

The referee drops beside the pair to begin slapping the mat, each strike against the canvas feathering Anna's hair.

"One!"

"Two!"

Katsumi doesn't speak. For her, it sould spoil the moment. She just lavishes in the wild cheers from the audience, and the feel of Anna's body beneath her, the abundance of connecting points, feeling her breathe, looking down at her. There's a certain sensuality to it. And unlike the first time, when her knee brushed against her hip, this time it's deliberate. It's indulged. Pinning Anna down, after genuinely beating her, is sexy.

[LevelXZombieGamer]

Anna laid on the mat dazed, unable to open her eyes. She had no clue what had just happened to her, let alone what was going on right then and there. The crowd's cheers sounded like static once more as she felt herself get turned over onto her back. Anna slightly groans from the position change, not ready for it, but accepting it.

Soon, Anna would feel Katsumi moving between her legs, gently lowering herself down on top of her. She didn't need to see to know who it was that was on top of her. With her hips pressing against her own. Her stomach against Anna's abs, gentle enough to not cause a lot of pain, but enough to show Anna her place. Her breasts and Katsumi's pressing together as she felt their hearts beat as one. Her shoulder pinned by one of Katsumi's hands, and her cheek with the other.

She was completely dominated. The ref lowered herself and began to slap the mat for the count.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

"Four!"

A warm feeling began to fill in Anna's heart. Even though she was dominated, she was happy, because in the end, she was able to take and give Katsumi a fun, and hopefully challenging match. Not only that, but the two of them had put on an amazing show together, one that the audience would definitely not forget any time soon. Anna wanted to take and whisper something, but instead opted to just lay there, and let Katsumi enjoy this moment to the fullest.

"Five!"

"Six!"

"Seven!"

"Eight!"

"Nine!"

The crowd held their breath as the count reached nine, knowing this was the end of it all. Some still hoped that Anna would kick out, but after an impact like that, it was unlikely, with intent eyes, the crowd watches as the ref raises her hand one last time.

[CyanDimitrik]

It felt amazing, being in the dominant position this long. Long enough to really soak in Anna lying beneath her, feeling her helpless to her, completely defeated. Euphoric might be the word, in fact. The girl shifts just a little against her midway through the count, body grinding to body, hips bumping between her legs for just a little added pressure. The attraction is there. Pinning Anna down has the Punk Princess in a mood. But she's being as subtle as she can, the motion intended only for Anna.

It causes her to take in a slightly sharper breath, however, rubbing up against her.

As the count rises, Katsumi's back arches, pressing herself harder into her Latin opponent, focusing on mashing abdominals to abdominals, hips to hips. She squeezes the captive bicep, pushing the cheek a little harder into the mat. Her head lifts to look out over the crowd, keeping Anna's face trained towards the camera. Another perfect shot for the magazines...

"TEN!"

The referee girl raises to her knees and signals the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

"Here is your winner by pinfall! KATSUMI! OOOSHIIIROOOO!"

Looking back down at her prey, Katsumi slides the hand from her cheek to gently brush through her bangs, ensuring her hair wasn't in her face. Then her face lowers. Closer. Closer. She gingerly nips the edge of the girl's ear between her teeth for just a couple seconds.

"You're on," she whispers as she lets it go.

Finally, she leans back more fully, resting on her knees between Anna's legs. Head tips back, fists lift into the air, she soaks in the praise and cheer from the crowd. They wanted domination. They got it.

As the referee steps in to hold her left wrist aloft, Katsumi's right hand sets over Anna's stomach, just to further physically signal the other girl is hers tonight; beaten and conquered.