Patrice Juillet (D) vs Katsumi Oshiro - There's A New Showgirl In Town?

[Jaystar]

While Patrice sensed that her current predicament must have been a predetermined and an inevitable outcome of the lock-up, she could also still feel, in a rather concrete and painful way, that she should really try to avoid being stuck in this squeeze for too long. The way Katsumi's grip around her waist was constantly tightening, the way her arms were digging deeper and deeper into her core, the way that her own struggling - that she naturally had to persist with - was draining her own strength, all signaled to her that this hold was certainly going to be perilous in the long run, and detrimental to her endurance. Besides, the way that Katsumi was pressing her own body so tightly against hers was in some peculiar way making the French Actress a bit too compliant with keeping up her futile struggles...

But there certainly was more than a seed of truth in her current predicament. While Trice had certainly become a rather decent wrestler, one of her greatest weaknesses were her defending and countering skills. They were still lacking, and the reality was that the blonde was not going to find her way out of Katsumi's hold. Thus, the Japanese girl could maintain her hold for as long as she wanted to, unless she wanted to show Trice herself the way out of it...

Which was exactly what she did, in her own way. Suddenly, the blonde's body became ragdolled high up in the jumping German suplex - the replays of which were certainly going to end up being popular - before her head came crashing down hard on the mat. "AAGH!" Trice screamed out all the air that had been left in her lungs from the impact, before her body flopped around on the mat. "Oh damn, she's certainly stronger than she looks..." the actress had to admit to herself, as she began trying to recoup herself, hoping to get back up again...

But as the blonde soon found out, her head was still spinning too much from the impact, and her core had been already softened up enough, that for now, she could only make it first onto her all fours.

[CyanDimitrik]

The two girls impact the mat with shuddering force, the sound clattering through the arena. Katsumi didn't feel any resistance or tilt in the suplex - it was perfectly controlled, and landed without so much as a hitch. But it was time to stop getting a feel for Patrice's midsection and core strength, and the moment of impact saw her releasing her waist in favor of curling her own weight back onto her shoulders and cleanly nipping up to her feet. It's absolutely a move to show off grace and athleticism, and might otherwise have been an impressive display for the audience, were it not immediately followed up by a pair of double birds presented the audience. Her arms held out to either side, middle fingers raised, smug smirk on her pixie face, nodding as she turned a slow circle to make sure everyone in the arena was put on blast.

The audience wasn't having it. They bathed the Punk Princess in boos of disapproval. And Katsumi ate it all up.

Arms drop, and the punkette turns to look at Patrice on hands and knees. She leans in, planting her palms over her kneepads with a toothy smile that may seem just a hint fangy within context. "Is this fun yet?," she asks. In her mind, she's quoting River City Ransom. To the rest of the world, it probably just sounds like common trashtalk.

Her back straightens, and she strolls across the mat to position herself at Patrice's side. Her right leg swings in, aiming to slam her boot hard into the blonde's unprotected stomach to take full advantage of her position on the mat!

[Jaystar]

Now, Patrice wasn't thinking that she had underestimated the challenge of getting inside the LAW ring tonight, but she had to certainly admit being rather surprised by the strength of her opposition... Especially considering that she clearly wasn't a heavyweight powerhouse. But she certainly was an adept wrestler, and if Trice herself wasn't going to up her game soon, she was going to be nothing but a ruthlessly crushed debutant.

But should she have been...?

Trying to recoup, Trice could hear that the crowds certainly seemed to disagree. They were absolutely hating what was happening inside the ring now, despite the hometown heroine having gotten the dominant start. But surely, by now it was obvious that she was actually more of a hometown villain if anything... The fact getting proven even further by subtle, yet gangsterlike words coming out of the mouth of her foe.

But the crowds were urging the debutant to succeed! And that gave Trice guts to deliver them what they wanted... Gritting her teeth, the blonde was just reaching enough strength to bounce back on her two feet again. "Oh, I'm sure we'll have- UGHHH!!!!"

Trice's words and determination was cut short by a brutal blow to her unprotected belly, courtesy by Katsumi's boot. It sent the girl instantly rolling over and crashing onto her back, reeling from yet another attack targeting her core. The Punk Princess sure knew what she was doing, and that the new girl was reeling in pain... Right now looking like nothing more than a puny peasant at the feet of the unpopular royal.

[CyanDimitrik]

Wham. Belly meets boot, Katsumi not quite pulling her punches (or kicks!) in the moment. She's still getting a feel for her exotic, bright-eyed opponent with the gorgeous accent. But while she has her down for a moment, she takes a moment to circle her, sizing her up as a prowling tiger might circle its prey. And though the outward appearance to the audience would certainly look that way, inwardly... Katsumi is maybe back to admiring the girl. She's tough. She can take some hits. She's not complaining, not whining, not begging for mercy or anything! Sure, that last kick may have knocked all the air out of her, but there's something so intrinsically appealing about clashing with the goody two-shoes type. And add on top of that one who's so painfully pretty, and with an accent to die for...

Impulse takes over. Katsumi drops to her knees beside Trice, and she shoves the girl's limbs out of the way, should they be covering herself protectively. And from there, Katsumi goes for the cover. One leg hooks between Trice's legs, her thigh pressing tight against the blonde's hips. She lies her body across hers, resting her toned stomach flush against Trice's, abs against abs. Her left arm grabs for Trice's left wrist to hold to the mat, while her right arm reaches back to hook her leg into the air.

It's a pretzel of limbs in the lower body, but Katsumi's settled into the initial pin attempt. The referee drops beside the pair, her hand poised to strike the mat beside Trice's head to count the pinfall.

Meanwhile, Katsumi's head tilts to look towards Trice's face. "This going the way ya hoped?," she asks, coy smirk tugging the corner of her lips.

[Jaystar]

To the crowds, this probably seemed like a rather classic wrestling match. An experienced heel had gotten a babyface rookie reeling in a matter of what seemed like just a few moments. The heel is keen on the hunt, and the rookie just becomes easy, vulnerable prey. Maybe not the most exciting chain of events, maybe not what the audience would dearly like to see, but classic nonetheless. And a setup, where both of the fighters would surely know their parts to play.

Katsumi proved already hungry for victory though. Or maybe it was just for show... But either way, the Punk Princess decided to drop next to the debutant's reeling body, entangle her limbs with her own, and go for an early pinfall attempt. And Trice hadn't failed to read that script. She knew how this show would go on. And the referee did not exactly waste time with getting down and preparing for the count...

"I can still kick out of this, right?"

"ONE!"

"Yes, yes I can. She's not hooking it that strong..."

"TWO!!"

"Her body feels actually quite nice though...."

"TH-"

At the last opportunity, Patrice kicked out of the pinfall attempt before the ref girl could finish her count of three. The crowds gasped in relief, but it was painfully obvious to everyone how close the rookie had become to a quick defeat. Or more accurately, how close the French Actress had made it look...

"Come on, you know you have to work harder for it than that..." Trice spit out as a response to Katsumi's taunt in a rather disappointed tone, while locking her own eyes with hers with a rather challenging gaze, as if she was expecting more from the Punk Princess. The blonde paused for a while to let the message sink in, before then suddenly trying to wrap her free arm around Katsumi's neck, hoping to counter her pinfall attempt with a quick choke.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi wasn't entirely sure if she expected her pretty opponent to lie beneath her for the full three-count or not. The only thing running through her mind was having a little bit of indulgence, an early show of dominance over her foe. And the moment their bodies were fully entangled and she could feel Trice's skin against hers, she was simply enjoying it for what it was. Maybe a cheap thrill, a budding kink for wrestling that hadn't quite been sparked before, but you have to understand. Trice is really pretty. She can be excused for that, right?

As the count hits two, Katsumi's arm shifts along the captive leg, her fingers pressing a little more against the girl's inner-thigh. Her back arches, pushing her bare midsection a little more securely against Trice's equally bare stomach. And just when she started to suspect this was it and Trice was hers, the girl kicks out! That captive leg flexes, and the punkette is jostled! It's barely enough to warrant a pinbreak, but the leg did get free! And that by itself seems to be the metric referees take it upon themselves to declare a near-fall.

Not that Katsumi's disappointed in that. Prolonging the chance to rough up the loudmouth little do-gooder sounds like a great time! It's that look in her eye that makes the wheels turn. And what she says accompanying it brings the Punk Princess to headtilt just a tiny, tiny bit.

Oh god. Is she... playing? No, not completely. Katsumi wasn't pulling those hits. She's pretty sure the recoil and pain she had from them were genuine. But.. it sounds so deliberate. Is she actively trying to play a part in the ring with her?

The girl's eyes light up a little. How interesting! And suddenly, she finds arms wrapping around her neck in a sudden choke! Nope, she's not pulling her shots either! "Grrk-!" Katsumi grapples at the forearms constricting her, pulling to try to loosen the hold. "Y-.. you're... not... allowed to.. speak...!," she sputters back. "Your... accent's... too pretty...!"

[Jaystar]

The perilous element of a surprise was always present when taking risks inside the ring, but Patrice generally did not shy away from them, not at least when they were calculated ones. The decision to delay the kickout attempt certainly included risks, and to Trice, this time the element of surprise did eventually manifest itself. It was ever so subtle, but still noticeable, how Katsumi doubled down on pinning her down right before the crucial moment of her scheduled kickout attempt - almost as if the Punk had started believing herself only then that she actually had a chance to finish the blonde rookie off this quickly!

Luckily, Trice still had just enough vigor in her that the risk of failing to kick out never realized. But what happened was still very peculiar to her... Did this Punk Princess also have a script of her own in mind? Well, this was wrestling in any case, so it certainly wasn't out of the question... If not even likely. And it would be very interesting to eventually find out how similar their respective ideas of the script would turn out to be...

But not just yet. Now it was time to actually fight back. Surely every rookie also deserved their own moment in the spotlight! And based on how Katsumi reacted to her words accompanied by the stare, she must have been even expecting it.

Trice's quick choke succeeded in catching the heel off guard, and after confirmation - provided generously by Katsumi's own sputtering - that it was indeed locked well in place, it was time for the blonde to leverage from the way the Japanese punk had pressed her body against her own. Quickly adjusting her own legs to a more controlling position over Katsumi's own, the French Actress proceeded to swiftly roll the duo over a couple of times, before ending up on top of Katsumi's body, her thighs straddling the punks's sides all ready to squeeze, while exchanging the choke hold for pinning her opponent's wrists to the mat.

And of course, she absolutely had to do what was not allowed! And this time, her words were accompanied by a more teasing gaze. "What's that now? Trouble au paradis?"

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's mind is aflutter in confusion, amusement, and more than a little panic. Chokes can end a match very quickly if not handled! And they have a rapidly debilitating effect! So her hands have quickly seized onto the forearm bearing down on her throat, struggling to pull it downwards for a few decisive breaths of air. She's pulled over onto a tumble, rolling along the mat a couple times before finding her throat released, but flat on her back, her hair fanned out behind her in luxurious ebon spread. Wrists are caught and pinned down, Trice's hips perched just a bit above hers.

The look she gives her earns an annoyed little pinchy squint from Katsumi, her lips pulled into a moue. But that accent really is enchanting.

"ONE!"

"AH!" Katsumi's eyes widen at the sudden realization. Her boots plant flat against the mat, and she bucks her hips and stomach upwards to disrupt the count. "Hngh..!"

[Jaystar]

Katsumi may had succeeded with achieving a convincing start against the debutant, but Patrice was happy to show her that she was not going to be just a ragdoll whatsoever. Having gotten the control over her punk foe, the blonde actress had practically forgotten already about the pain that Katsumi had already inflicted on her by now. Choking the nasty bitch out and getting her tumbling over had been fun indeed, especially when it had ended up in a dominant position for the French girl. And as an added bonus - one that Patrice hadn't even actually considered - her position already earned the start of a pinfall count from the ref girl. Perfect!

Of course, it wasn't hard for Katsumi to buck herself up and disrupt the count. But that didn't matter. It still allowed Trice to display at least momentary dominance, and proved to the crowds that the cocky Princess didn't reign quite as supreme as she may had wanted them to believe. Besides, it was fun to lay on top of Katsumi's very capable body, and lock her eyes with her own from above...

And that's what Trice found really curious now. Sure, the Punk Princess had managed to play the part of a villain rather spotlessly, except for one little slip. The admission that she found Trice'a accent pretty wasn't a big one, but its significance was increasing by the second in Trice's head. It had to mean that she wasn't just a villainous princess. It had to mean that she clearly was playing some kind of a part here as well. Sure, she probably was genuinely all out to win the babyface rookie and put on a show of dominance, but it wasn't like she seemed to simply just hate her opponent through and through... If anything, maybe she would feel even glad for having been pitted against her tonight...

Obviously, if that was indeed the case, Trice couldn't have resisted taking advantage of it. And frankly, she already did. If her accent was so pretty, of course she was going to emphasize it. But if Katsumi found even her accent pretty, it probably wasn't the only thing she found pretty...

Keeping her eyes locked with Katsumi's for a moment after the break of the pinfall attempt, Trice still had the overall control and held their positions still. "Is that the only thing you find pretty then?" she queried with a wry smile... But before giving Katsumi the chance to respond, the blonde leveraged her position to roll the duo over so that she would end up on top of the Punk Princess once again. But this time the French Actress positioned herself so that her thighs were really squeezing Katsumi's sides now, and her breasts were looming over the Japanese girl's face. Still trying to maintain pinning her wrists to the mat, the debutant let out a teasing "Bon nuit!" before lowering her breasts on top of Katsumi's face in an evident smothering attempt!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's body arches, tense to keep the position and avoid an accidental pinfall. The trim muscletone through her body is flexed - the legs to keep her lower half supported, her shoulders to balance her out, and her abdominals to maintain the weight of the, admittedly, lightweight girl atop her. She's been pinned by heavier gals.

She's wrangled back down, however, ending up on her back with a grunt. The biceps tense, her hands balling into fists as she prepares to muscle her way to freedom, only for Trice to ask a terribly loaded and unfair question! She pauses, emerald eyes widened substantially at the directness of it. "W-what?," she asks, her voice noticeably smaller than their initial interaction.

Bare thighs settle in along her waist, and Trice brings her bosom to hover just above her face. "H-hang on a second, what're you- aah!" And down they go, planting over Katsumi's face. Her legs immediately thrash about on the mat, the heels of her boots scraping along the canvas. Her head turns and shakes, trying to ensure she has a pocket of air. For as long as she's wrestled, this is actually the first time anyone's made this attempt on her! It's jarring! Nevermind the overall impact would likely be felt as an aggressive nuzzle.

"Mmnf!"

The referee, meanwhile, isn't quite sure what to count this. Is it a pin? A submission? Both? Neither? She eyeshifts between the area where Katsumi's face should be (that is to say, the French girl's chest), and Patrice's face questioningly.