Su Yumi vs. Kasumi Oshiro, Purple and Punk!

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The harshness of the impact upon her back was so great Yumi couldn't even make a sound, only wordlessly gasping in pain, eyes wide with shock. Katsumi wasn't giving her any chance to recover either, as the punk girl grabbed her chin and her hips, pushing down to bend her and inflict even more damage! Yumi was pretty flexible and athletic, but this was pushing her up against her limits. All she could do was gasp and whimper, struggling weakly to try and break free!

"Nnnngh! Ahhh!" Yumi gasped and moaned. This was bad, at the rate things were going she was going to get broken in two! She had to find some way out of this situation. Desperately looking around, she saw Katsumi leaning down more and more as she applied greater and greater pressure. Yumi saw her chance. This was going to be a less than fair move, but in her desperation this was the only option she had.

One hand shot up and grabbed Katsumi by her hair, giving her head a sharp yank. That wouldn't be enough to force her to let go though. Yumi followed up with a strike with her other hand, aiming to smack the flat of her wrist against Katsumi's forehead to hopefully stun the girl, giving her a chance to break out of the hold.

[CyanDimitrik]

With a smirk, Katsumi continues to lean in over Su Yumi, plying incremental pressure against her as she screams. Her hands dig a little harder against the jaw and hips, fingers curling in a little more firmly against the curvature of her bone structure. This may not be her signature submission hold, but she'd certainly accept a tapout from her. She'd been... pesky... so far. And while she fully intends to reclaim that bearhug from earlier and execute the move meant to go with it, if they've found Su Yumi's breaking point, so be it! She can reserve that for another match down the road!

But suddenly, the Chinese girl has gripped her hair! Immediately her head is tilting, eyes wide. "Ah! Ref!," she yelps, frozen in place. If she pulls, that might yank some of that silky hair out! And just as the referee begins to fuss at Su Yumi for breaking the rules, Katsumi feels the impact of the strike against her brow. "Ungh!" She releases her, falling back to her rear. Not quite dazed, but at least the hold has been disrupted and Yumi may have found her freedom!

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A rather unfair move to be sure, but it was effective as Yumi's combined hair pull and strike managed to break Katsumi's hold upon her and send her reeling backwards, leaving the punk girl stunned. Yumi quickly rolled off her knee, using her momentum to keep on rolling until she got a few feet of space between her and her opponent. Letting out a low groan, one hand holding her lower back, the Chinese fighter pushed up to her knees, then after sucking in a deep breath got up to her feet.

"Sorry about that, it was a little unfair," Yumi said. Even though her opponent had been quite rude throughout this match, she still felt like she had to apologize for that rather cheap move. That was all Katsumi was getting though.

Yumi would wait until Katsumi recovered and got up before making her move. She needed time to recover as well, taking her time while Katsumi got up to her feet. Once the punk girl was up, Yumi would immediately strike. Using all of her speed and dexterity, she would close the distance between them in a single bound, then leap up and throw a high knee right into Katsumi's chest, her momentum carrying her forward to smash hard into Katsumi to hopefully send her sprawling!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's palm first rests against brow where she'd been struck, one eye shut while the other peered annoyedly at Su Yumi across from her. "Ghrr.." The hand then moves to the side of her head where her hair had been gripped. Yumi's the nice one here! She's not supposed to yank hair! At least, that's what Katsumi had figured so far. It's not enough to turn the audience against her, either way. After all, Katsumi's been the rotten one tonight. Yumi has some ways to go before they're on equal levels or... rottenness!

"You think!?," Katsumi fusses back at her. But she's gathering herself to her feet, planning to continue the match. Only she's taken by surprise by the other girl's recovery, inhaling a quick gasp - which is promptly knocked right back out of her. Katsumi's chest is crushed with the impact of the knee, those sparkly emerald eyes wide in both shock and pain before she hits the mat.

There the girl lies, stunned, silky blueblack hair fanned out against the mat behind her. Her eyes remain open, pupils shrunk, mouth hung open as she gasps, trying to get her breath back. Her arms lie spread out to either side, her legs similarly splayed - rather not unlike a starfish. Though her arms and legs twitch every couple seconds with a cough or wheeze.

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Yumi's momentum carried her forward, all her weight and speed focused on the point of her knee as she smashed hard right into Katsumi's chest. The punk girl didn't even have time to put up a defense before the blow bowled her over, knocking the wind from her body and sending her crashing onto her back. Yumi skidded to a stop behind Katsumi, quickly turning her head to give her opponent a glance. It seemed she was quite stunned and wouldn't be able to move for the time being.

"Alright, time for a big move!" Yumi said, grinning as she made her way to the corner. She was brimming with energy, all smiles as she made her way to the top ropes, turning to face the audience with her arms outstretched. They roared in response, eager to see the high-flyer execute a high-risk flashy finisher upon her opponent!

Yumi took a deep breath, then jumped upwards, vaulting into the sky using the springy ropes to boost her. She threw her head back, arching as she flew through the air, flipping head over heels as her purple hair fanned out behind her. The crowd roared as they watched the Chinese girl come down upon Katsumi's prone form, aiming to slam into her hard with a brutal Moonsault Press off the top ropes to completely crush her body!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi wanted to move, but she couldn't. Everything in her was screaming to move, but her limbs refused to budge. They were too sore, she had no oxygen to fuel them. The most she managed were involuntary twitches, the nerves firing off in response to the pain she was recovering from. The roar of the crowd was a distant echo in her ear, not even a backseat to the struggle to gather herself. Had Su Yumi gone for a pin right then, she isn't sure she would've been able to kick out of it by a three-count. But it didn't come. It was a small solace.

Gasp. Katsumi finally refills her lungs, but it's short, and followed promptly with a pained groan. She manages to lift one forearm from the mat, but it promptly flops back down. Her eyes blink, starting to focus on the lights, to recompose herself. And then, her stomach gets crushed.

Su Yumi's weight slams down across Katsumi's defenseless body, bare belly meeting bare belly. Sleek abdominals crumple under Su Yumi's stomach, and the Punk Princess lurches inwards from the impact before dropping limp to the mat again. Her eyes squeeze shut, grimacing in pain and unable to even mount a modicum of resistance. She can only breathe beneath her as she lies flat.

The referee is immediately in position!

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The powerful slam from her Moonsault Press reverberated through Yumi's body, stunning her for a moment after crushing all the remaining fight out of her punk opponent. The referee was immediately in position though, even if Yumi wasn't hooking her leg it still counted as a pin. The purple-haired fighter quickly recovered though, sucking in a deep breath to fill her emptied lungs, firmly securing the pin as she looked up at the referee with a triumphant grin.

"ONE!" the referee counted. The crowd roared, counting along as they anticipated Yumi's victory.

"TWO!" The second count came down. Yumi grit her teeth, pressing her body down just a bit harder, trying to make sure that Katsumi could not break out before the third count.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's mind is nearly blank, reeling from the hit that took her down to the mat, and the follow-up splash crushing the remainder of her strength and resistance. The most she can offer is a quiet groan as she lay there, pinned beneath Su Yumi. Her expression isn't blank, however - lightly twisted in pain, her eyes squeezed shut.

The first count sounds off. Katsumi's heels scoot against the mat weakly, but her upper-body lies limp, arms splayed out to either side leaving her taut beneath her opponent. Her hair lies fanned behind her, managing just to lift her chest very slightly from the mat before dropping weakly again.

The second count sounds off, and Yumi arches harder against her, grinding stomach against stomach. Katsumi groans again, softer, instantly feeling that she has no shot of bucking out of this pin. The purple-haired girl has her. She's pinned. Every point of contact is somehow more emphasized in this moment of defeat, though it's oddly satisfying. Not just in the sensation of Su Yumi's bare stomach pressing across her own, the warmth of the skin and the sweat coating them. The sensation that she gave her a fight - not her best, still regretting a little that she took the time to apologize when she should've just nailed her signature. But she's spent. There's no more energy. No more resistance. And therein lies the odd satisfaction - someone has to be conquered in the ring. If she's fought until she can't fight anymore... she can at least be pinned and look good, lying under someone. And it's not like Su Yumi's ugly, herself.

The internal submission comes with her one steepled leg dropping aside, Katsumi going fully limp under her but for the now steady, rhythmic breathing, abdominals pushing up and down beneath her.

The hand slaps the mat again. "THREE! That's it, ring it!"

The referee signals to the bell. *DING* *DING* DING*

And there, Katsumi lies beneath her opponent, letting the moment soak around her. The feel of Su Yumi's body over hers, leveraging midsection across midsection, pinning her down in what must look like a dominant display to the audience. Her eyes rest closed for a few moments on.

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As soon as she heard the three count, Yumi let out a small sigh of relief. Katsumi had given her quite a bit of trouble this match, and Yumi was wondering if the girl was just faking being put out. Securing the three count put all those worries to rest. The relief came with a wave of exhaustion and soreness though, as the match had been hard fought, leaving Yumi quite battered despite being the victor. Still, she had the consolation of knowing that Katsumi definitely had it worse.

The Chinese girl pushed herself off of Katsumi and flopped off to the side, holding her arms in the air as she basked in the crowd's cheers. She allowed herself a few moments to rest and celebrate, then pushed up to a sitting position, finally fully getting up to her feet. Despite her opponent's behavior throughout the match Yumi still had her sportsmanlike attitude, bending down and extending her hand to help the punk girl get up.

"Hey, you alright?" she asked, "That was a tough match you put me through!"

[CyanDimitrik]

The sound of the bell ringing fills her ears, and Katsumi just... lies there. There's not much else for her to do other than take the walk of shame backstage. But at least for now, she can let go of the need to fight back and simply lie beneath the Chinese girl, reveling a little in the sensation of her body crossing hers. She earned it, after all. And Su Yumi's got a nice body - not too hard, not too soft. If she had to be pinned beneath anyone, it'd be lying stomach-to-stomach with her.

And it comes to an end, Su Yumi withdrawing her warmth from the Punk Princess. She emits a quiet groan, wanting to curl up, but lacking the core strength to do it yet. So she resigns herself to have to roll over and crawl out - only to her surprise, Yumi is talking to her. Still flat on her back, Katsumi blinks her eyes open to look up at her face, noticing the hand offered to her.

"I should'a just... hit my signature on ya...," she replies between strained breaths. But there's a little grin there. "Too nice... that's my problem.. yep.. heheh- ow.."

Chuckling is painful at the moment. But she'll soldier through!

Still, she reaches up towards the hand. If Yumi takes it, she'll find she's burdened with about 80% dead weight from the other girl, who isn't quite ready to stand just yet.