C(K)atfight! - Katsumi Oshiro vs. Catalina Vicente(d)

[CyanDimitrik]

Good one. Good one? Since when do people compliment her on her sass? It was supposed to annoy her, not make her smile all cute-like!

Crap, now it's making her smile!

"Oh, shaddup," Katsumi muses to her in the wristlock, her lips hovering near her ear. The words have no venom. Rather, it edges more playfully foux-annoyed.

Her arms squeeze a little tighter, testing the firmness of Catalina's abdominal region, before preparing to take her down to the mat. But the smaller girl fires back by butting her... well, butt, against Katsumi's midsection to force a little gap between them. "Unf! Quit squirmin'!"

Changing plans up, she presses one hand behind her shoulder to keep her bent forward while the other raises and swings in, aiming to hammer her forearm down across the girl's mid back a couple times!

[Bare]

Despite the twisting pain in her arm Catalina couldn't help but notice a slight change in her opponent's voice. As if she was taking things more lightly in fact.. "Is that a smile I hear?" Cat asked excitedly looking over her shoulder after but bumping Katsumi.

Unfortunately she wasn't greeted with a smile, but rather a clubbing blow to the back! "Oof! Ugh! Ngh!" Cat groaned out as teh strike repeated a few times, forcing her down bit by bit.

'Well.. when in rome.' The luchadora thought to herself as she took her legs out from under her and and dropped down completely, using that little gap she created between them and looking to widen it by dropping.

Getting her feet back under her and turning to try and untwist her arm from Kat's grip Catalina's other hand would come up to grab Kat's wrist before pulling while dropping again, attempting to pull Katsumi over her with an arm drag!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi grunts in response, not out of genuine annoyance, but playing the part nonetheless. "You don't hear a smile, doofus!" Of course she knew what she meant. The Punk Princess is being pedantic. All while smiling.

Unfortunately, she clubs to the back didn't have the stopping power she'd hoped for. Catalina slips away fully, with her arm being snatched and whipped, the punkette rolling g over to hit the mat in an armdrag! Her limb ignites in a quick but noticeable spark of pain, but her hip hitting the mat is more impacted, leaving her a little sluggish to recover. Braced on hands and knees to stop her forward momentum. The smile is replaced with a mild grimace.

[Bare]

Smirking softly as she heard the response from her opponent Catalina couldn't help the giggle that escaped her lips after escape from the clutches of Katsumi and sending the girl flying over her with a deep armdrag. Smirking a bit more competitively Cat would immediately up to her feet and lined herself up with her opponent, preparing herself to make her next move.

Once Katsumi was back to a least a kneeling or crouched position then Catalina would break out into a run, dashing at Katsumi, but in fact going right past her! Instead heading to the ropes right behind her Cat would turn and bounce off the ropes, coming back at Katsumi and leaping up to land a basement dropkick, at Katsumi's back! Specifically, right towards the girl's rear!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi had found herself in a weird position. She's frustrated, but her opponent is just kind of charming, in an unusual, disarming way. So she can't be mad at her. She's laughing at all her quips! But she could do with finding her damn footing for more than two seconds! Even now, as Katsumi gathers herself to hands and knees, she feels the reverberations along the mat and has just long enough to shoot the camera a deadpan look.

And then, bam. A dropkick, right to the Punk Princess's pert rear. She's sent crashing down to the mat, landing hard on her chest and sliding a few inches against the mat. "Anngh..." She rolls over onto her back with a quiet, vexed groan, brow knit.

[Bare]

Catalina was rather oblivious to the thoughts of her opponent, merely seeing this as another match against a great opponent! Though admittedly a rather cute opponent with a great tush! Which may have been why she decided to drop kick the girl there. Sliding to her feet after the kick hit Cat would smile softly to herself before turning to the crowd and throwing a hand out, getting a cheer from them in response for playing to them.

However Cat wasn't one to spend too much time preening. So after her brief intermission the luchadora would turn and run at the ropes, rebounding off them once more and coming back at Katsumi! As she neared then Cat would throw herself forward, bracing her feet hands on the mat and performing a cartwheel, turning her body midair while closing her legs and bringing them down as her body careened down, aiming to try and land a double knee drop onto Katsumi's back!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi would be flattered, if she knew the thought. In fairness, she never gave much thought to her rear. She wasn't a butt-girl, herself. But she is a trim specimen, rear pert and perky. Not large by any means, but a cute lil' bubble.

As for right now, however, she's just hoping there aren't a pair of boot-prints on her black boyshorts. The dropkick wasn't particularly damaging to much other than her pride, though it brought her down long enough to make her reflect on how this match got so far away from her. This Catalina chick is frustrating. But in an annoyingly fun way.

And then a pair of knees plunge deep into her belly.

"HUUUGHFF!"

Katsumi doubles inwards, eyes wide, pupils shrank, and limbs curling in much too late to protect her squashed abdominal muscles. The only thought going through her mind in the immediate after impact is a desperation to get Catalina off of her, followed by her inability to suck air in just yet. But as soon as the spry Argentinian has relieved her belly of that weight, she twists to the side in agony, gasping hard.

[Bare]

Maintaining a strong advantage so far in the match Catalina would remove her knees from her opponent's stomach to her sides to gently straddle the dark haired girl with a teasing smile on her face towards her.

"Hehe sorry about that. But gotta win ya know?" Catalina asked teasingly before reaching out and patting the top of Katsumi's head gently, not even in a mocking way, but as a genuine show of affection and remorse. Not that it would stop her from pressing her advantage further mind you.

Getting up and off of Katsumi's stomach all together Cat would bend down, grabbing hold of the girl's arm and pulled up, trying to force Kat up and into a standing position with a firm grip on her arm. If successful in doing so then Cat would turn, planting her feet and pulling to send Katsumi running at the ropes for a irish whip! Crouching after the whip Cat would smile as she then run forward, leaping up as Kat would bounce off the ropes to try and land a crossbody on her!

[CyanDimitrik]

The only response Katsumi has for Catalina as she mounts her is a pathetic wheeze. That hit really did a number on her core, and all she can do is give her tormentor a glassy-eyed glare. She endures the headpat like a champ, silky blueblack tresses terribly soft under her palm.

Pat. Pat. Pat.

She has no idea what to make of her. Nothing she's said has bothered her. She's just been infectiously happy, a plucky little ball of sunshine, all while throwing her off her game. The Argentinian is cute as a damn button, on top of it. It's a new kind of frustrating, but also maybe a smidge liberating. It's not so fun to torment her, because she can't be tormented. So instead, this is quickly becoming a more relaxed endeavor, more fun than most of her matches.

Well... "fun" is hard to call it when she feels like her insides just got mashed.

Her arm is seized and she's pulled up, wobbling at first, but steadied by the grip on her arm. She's drawn in and slung towards the ropes, at first moving with an unsteady gait, but it straightens out before her back hits the ropes. Breath begins to fill her lungs again, her back turning to stretch the cables against her slender frame, and she launches forward to the crouched and telegraphing Catalina. She'd only be crouching for one reason! She intends to spring at her!

Sure enough, the tight, spry frame of her opponent pops into the air. And as she does so, Katsumi suddenly drops to her knees, the momentum carrying her in a slide directly under her! Her back arches like a low Matrix dodge, Catalina's waist just sailing directly overhead in slow-motion~

She pops back up to her feet to continue the run, letting her opponent hit the mat while she ropeshoots off the opposite side! The Punk Princess dashes to rejoin her, hopping at the last moment to clear the distance, the point of her elbow jutting out! Depending on how Catalina has come to rest, that elbow may be driving hard into the small of her back, or burying deep into the pit of her stomach!

[Bare]

Catalina was having a blast in this match. Katsumi was clearly skilled, even if Cat had maintained the advantage so far, but she was clearly no pushover. Likewise Kat was very funny and super tough, making this whole thing feel even more exciting since Cat knew she'd have to dig deep into her bag of tricks to try and keep Katsumi down!

Hence she would bring the dark haired beauty up to her feet and whip her at the ropes before crouching in preparation and then dashing forward towards her opponent and leaping up for a crossbody to hopefully do even more damage to Kat's abdominals!

Unfortunately this time however Cat had left herself a little too easy to read than before. Right as she came in towards her opponent Katsumi would duck, avoiding Cat's body and leaving her to crash against the mat hard with a small cry of pain. "Ngh.. darn. Must have waited too long." Cat said to herself as she tried to sit up while rubbing her back, looking up, only to see Katsumi coming in hot!

Eyes widening in shock at this it would be far too late for Cat to do anything before Katsumi dropped down into a slide, driving her elbow directly into Cat's stomach! "Ughhh!" Cat groaned out, karma hitting her like a freight train as her abs caved in under Katsumi's offending elbow and getting plowed down onto her back, legs flying up in the air before turning on her side and curling up, coughing in a fit from the blow, totally stunned as a result.