Su Yumi vs. Kasumi Oshiro, Purple and Punk!

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Stunned and hurting, Yumi had no time to react to Katsumi's next move, the punk girl moving quickly to take advantage of the opening she created! Ugh!" Yumi gasped as Katsumi's body crashed down upon hers from above, the weight and momentum easily taking Yumi off her feet, sending the two of them crashing onto the mats with a loud and powerful thud! Yumi let out a gasp as Katsumi's tummy flattened her own, knocking all the wind from her lungs! Groaning, she could do little as Katsumi covered her up for a pin!

"One!" the referee called, "Two!"

The referee barely got the second count out when Yumi kicked her legs out, turning her body and forcing Katsumi off of her. She rolled onto her side, panting softly as she tried to catch her breath, trying to push up to her feet before the punk girl could take advantage of her weakened state.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi wasn't sure if she expected the pin to last the full amount of time or not. She was only thinking about a couple things. One - bringing the girl down and securing her beneath herself. And two - making her waste energy struggling in the hold. Well, and maybe a third - the skin contact is quite warm. The two had been going at each other rather aggressively from the start of the match, and this worked well enough for Katsumi as a pause.

Short-lived, however, as it turned out. Yumi bucks free, forcing Katsumi to shift back onto her knees. She rests looking down over her, shoulders rising and falling noticeably with each labored breath. But this lull might give her a chance to do what she'd intended to earlier! So as Yumi tries to get up to her feet, Katsumi raises to 'help her up' the remainder of the distance - by wrapping her arms around her waist and suddenly yanking the Chinese girl tight against herself. Hips press tight to hips, breasts mashing against breasts, and belly pressed tight to belly, the Punk Princess clenches, biceps flexing as she squeezes her. But it's only for an initial squeeze before loosening enough to let her breathe a little easier. To the audience, the visual would still look tight and painful - but Yumi would surely know she's trying to give her a chance to breathe while keeping her intimately close.

Her head tilts forward, bringing her cheek to rest alongside Su Yumi's for discretion, lips just beside her ear. "Hey..."

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After bridging up and kicking out, Yumi had to take a moment to catch her breath, groaning from the pain radiating from her belly. Katsumi had done a number with that blow. Still, Yumi knew she would be ok, rolling onto her knees and letting out a low grunt as she pushed up to her feet. But not before Katsumi got to her, it seemed, as the punk girl wrapped her arms around Yumi's waist and hoisted upwards, then squeezed down tight to put her in a bearhug!

"Ugh!" Yumi grunted at the initial squeeze, but then Katsumi's loosened up, giving her just enough room to take a breath. Yumi wondered what she was doing, was Katsumi too tired to squeeze?

Yumi heard Katsumi whisper into her ear. "W-what?" Yumi gasped back. The way Katsumi held her suddenly felt a lot more intimate than painful, her entire body pressing into Yumi's smooth curves. What felt most enticing was the way their bellies pressed against each other, hard abs under soft skin and a thin layer of fat grinding together in such an arousing manner!

[CyanDimitrik]

There is no space left between their bodies, with the focal point being the press of Katsumi's toned belly against Su Yumi's, skin against skin, easily feeling when the other breathed. Not only from the swell of one chest against another, the shifting of stomach against stomach, but each exhale was a stream of warmth sent across Yumi's ear and down the side of her neck. Katsumi wasn't exactly ignorant of the hold and its enticing sensation. She's trying not to revel in it too much, but even she's finding it impossible to ignore. Yumi's an attractive girl! And they've been going at it. And now, warm skin against warm skin, holding her body securely against herself, her hips shift a little in a hidden brush up against Yumi's, causing her breath to slightly shudder.

"Just.. wanted to say.. didn't mean to, uh.. chop your.. y'know.. boobs," she murmurs, sheepish despite the position. The arms tighten, but only a little. It's more theatric, giving the audience the clear impression that she's crushing the girl clutched in her embrace. While, granted, she is holding Yumi more tightly to her body, the bearhug is kept just between constricting and difficult to breathe.

"Though.. might get a little.. addicted to squeezing ya..," she murmurs wryly, her arms shifting around Yumi's waist to reassert the embrace, causing their midsections to grind together.

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The way Katsumi held her felt more and more intimate by the second, especially as Yumi could feel Katsumi's skin warm up, her breathing getting deeper in Yumi's ear, each squeeze feeling less painful and more pleasurable. "Oh... Well sorry for hitting your boobs back," Yumi said. Her breasts were still a bit sore from that chop, though Katsumi's we're probably aching as well. Drawing attention to their chests was not really something Yumi wanted to do though, as their breasts continued to mash up against each other through their tops. The sensation was starting to make Yumi blush.

"Addicted to... Squeezing me?" That admission from Yumi suddenly made her feel extremely embarrassed. Her opponent was really getting off on all this hot body contact! Well, if she liked it so much, then Yumi could give her plenty!

The purple haired girl suddenly bent her knees, bracing her feet. "Alright, lets see how you like this!" she said. Her arms shot up, grabbing around Katsumi's back. Then she began to squeeze! Yumi didn't hold back though, crushing down with her arms as hard as she could while simultaneously lifting upwards, aiming to reverse the bearhug and crush Katsumi!

[CyanDimitrik]

"Just making the best of the situation?," quips Katsumi, allowing this moment of playfulness between the two rivals. They'd been going at each other rather hard before, so this was kind've a nice reprieve without sacrificing anything for the audience. And Yumi is pretty, with a nice athletic body. Used to be, she'd quickly bury thoughts like that in the ring. Now, she's at least a little more comfortable with enjoying grappling with the more attractive opponents.

But suddenly, Su Yumi brings them back into the fight, locking her arms over Katsumi's currently existing hug to squeeze her right back!

"Aagh!"

Katsumi is pulled tighter into Yumi, and the match is on! But as far as the question of whether or not she likes it, well... sure. Sure she does. Tight, clenching body grinds against Yumi's belly is a welcome sensation. But this is a squeezing contest she doesn't intend to lose!

"Nngh..!"

Her arms dig further around Yumi's waist, encircling around her lower back. The biceps flex, and she tries to rear back, gripping Yumi's toned stomach harder against hr own abdominals, while pushing her stomach harder against her.

"Admit it.. you're.. kind'a loving it..!," she growls back at her through the strain of the mutual crushing embrace, eager to see whose body gives out first.

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Yumi crushed down with all her might, trying to reverse the situation upon Katsumi and gain the advantage. She could only lift her opponent up all the way for a moment though, before having to put her down to take a break. In that moment, Katsumi countered, squeezing her in tightly and making her cry out. "Hrk!" Yumi grunted as the air got forced from her lungs.

"Ugh!" Yumi groaned, countering by squeezing down upon Katsumi. "Not as... Much as you!" the Chinese girl grunted, trying her hardest to focus on squeezing and not how her opponent's body felt. To her that was the mental edge, if she could remain focused on fighting and not get distracted by lewdness, she would come out on top!

With that in mind, Yumi squeezed down harder, pulling Katsumi in closer as she purposefully mashed her breasts in tightly against the punk girl's chest. She wanted Katsumi to feel how soft her chest was, hoping the girl would lose focus for just a moment, giving her a chance to strike. The second her grip weakened, Yumi would lift up to pull Katsumi off her feet. Then she would rush forward, turning her body slightly to face the turnbuckle, hoping to smash her opponent's back right up against the padded steel post to knock the wind from her body!

[CyanDimitrik]

There is a bit of a flaw in the plan, unfortunately! Katsumi... is not a lewd fighter. Appreciating the closeness of grappling with an attractive opponent more than she used to, sure! But that 'used to' was 'not at all'. Katsumi would likely rank somewhere in the range of 'teasingly enjoying' and 'cold fish'; conservative enough to flirt, but clothing remains on. Su Yumi hoping she'd be losing herself to the sensation is a doomed tactic.

That isn't to say she isn't getting some indulgent enjoyment out of it. The contest itself is a thrill, determined to overpower and overwhelm her her slightly smaller opponent. Though Su Yumi having the higher hold on her than Katsumi's lower grip, focusing more on pressure than control, does lend Yumi some advantage in determining where they're going in the ring. The bodies collide with the turnbuckle, with Katsumi gasping upon impact. Her body slumps forward, dazed in the hold, her head briefly lulling forward to rest against Su Yumi's shoulder. Her arms remain around her waist, but looser for the stunned moment, her slender, sleek body sandwiched between the Chinese grappler's and the unyielding corner.

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Yumi felt Katsumi relaxing a bit, though it was obvious she wasn't getting as lost in her own lusty feelings as she made it seem like she would. Still, Yumi got the opening she needed, lifting up and slamming Katsumi against the turnbuckle, stunning her and giving the purple-haired fighter more opportunities to strike. Yumi spent a moment catching her own breath, forcing her front against Katsumi's to further crush the air from the punk girl's lungs, before stepping back to set up for her next move.

"Come on, time to take you for a ride!" Yumi said, one hand reaching up to grab Katsumi's hair and force her to bend down, aiming to trap her underneath her armpit for a front facelock. Yumi would use this grip to walk Katsumi out of the corner. Once she had enough clearance, she would reach down with her free hand and grab Katsumi's waistband, bracing herself before lifting upwards and throwing her opponent back in a suplex, aiming to slam her right in the middle of the mats and hopefully lay her out!

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A soft groan escapes Katsumi as she's pressed back into the corner, leaning more heavily against Su Yumi in that moment. As she steps back, Katsumi's arms loosen further around her waist, until one arm is reaching back to brace herself with the top rope.

Her head is tugged under Yumi's arm, her cheek pressed against her ribs. The hand releases the rope to brace herself instead on the Chinese girl's waist, the setup all too familiar. But she lacks the oxygen yet to mount a proper resistance. Instead, the studded belt of her trunks is seized and pulled, hefting Katsumi's slender, toned body high into the air!

A panicked shriek escapes her as she's sent into an arc, cut off when her back impacts the mat with a hard, thunderous crash. Her arms fall limp to either side, one knee steepled but fallen aside, while the other lies outstretched along the canvas. Her chest and belly rise and fall heavily with each panting breath, eyes shut as she reels, hair fanned angelicly behind her.