Challenge Accepted Katsumi Oshiro vs. Raquel Masters

[Highfly]

Raquel didn't look back at Katsumi. Time was of the essence. She had a pained smile on her face as she ran to the ropes, humping up top to a perched position facing away from the ring in a single bound!

Raquel let out a cheer ad she clapped her hands a couple times, looking back to get a proper fix on Katsumi's position. She took a deep breath and leapt into the air, sailing back as she tried to plant a high flying moonsault to finish off Katsumi!

[CyanDimitrik]

This match had been going so well just before. She was pretty sure she was solidly in control of things. But here she is, lying flat on her back, pained and aching, modest chest heaving with each breath. The audience is loving the sight of her downed body, and the anticipation of Raquel finishing her off. Katsumi isn’t so into it right now.

“Nnh..”

Her eyes begin to focus on the overhead lights. She hears the audience’s roar begin to crescendo. Her head tilts, spotting Raquel perched on the turnbuckle. That’s HER home! She knows what that interloper is planning!

Her mind is with it, but can her body react in time? Tending herself to move sends a flare of pain along her back, earning a weak groan from the punkette. When shadows begin shifting, the agile grappler is well aware that Raquel has taken flight. In desperation to not be flattened to the point of no return, Katsumi pushes through the pain in her back and throws herself to the side in a roll, letting out a cry of both pain and defiance, allowing Raquel’s bare belly to smash directly into nothing but the mat!

[Highfly]

Raquel soared down, looking just in time to see Katsumi move out of the way at the last second! Raquel groaned and howled as she hit the mat, wheezing as the wind was knocked out of her! She spasmed and rolled onto her side, curling into a ball as she cradled her abdomen in her arms.

She felt like she had been months cusp of victory, an upset win over a vaunted foe. Now she was laying on her side unable to move!

[CyanDimitrik]

“Hah... hah...” It’s difficult to tell whether or not that was panting or a weak laugh, but Katsumi is smiling either way. She can hear the results of the botched finish. It’s more than enough to know Raquel’s in tremendous pain.

The girl sits up, propping herself with her hands behind her back on the mat. Her head turns, seeing her for on her side, cradling her midsection.

“Screwed THAT up, didn’t ya?,” she asks as her smile takes on a wicked note. She turns onto hands and knees, crawling like a jungle predator towards her prey, sweaty skin glistening under the bright lights and camera flash. “Stepped into the ring with the real deal... big mistake...”

She grabs for Raquel’s bicep to pull her upper-body off the mat a little. Her legs scoot forward to scissor her left arm. She leans forward to block Raquel’s right arm behind her neck and over her shoulders.

“Should’a known better!”

She leans forward to push Raquel down more, then hooks her hands under the girl’s chin to begin pulling backwards in the first half of her crossface signature!

[Highfly]

Raquel is like putty in Katsumi's hands molding and moving however she desires. As the first part of the hold is locked in, Raquel let's out a shrill scream as she squirms and thrashed about in a vain attempt to escape!

To her dismay she is stuck and in excruciating pain as Katsumi begins to pull and stretch her in ways that are purely agonizing for the down and out Raquel!

[CyanDimitrik]

“What was that you were saying before?,” asks Katsumi as she leans back, applying tighter strain along Raquel’s joints and neck. “All style and no substance? How’s that style feeling right now?!” With the emphasized word, she pulls with her legs and arches back, wrenching on the poor girl mercilessly.

“You’re nothin’ but a running mouth with zilch to back it up!”

By now, the referee-girl has dropped to her knees before Raquel, asking if she submits.

“Oh no, she’s not done yet! I told’er I have her all night!”

Katsumi releases the girl’s jaw with her right hand, the left remaining in place. The pressure of the submission hold eases just enough to let Raquel breathe and potentially speak without letting her slip away. The hand travels down Raquel’s body, palm running along her throat to her chest, giving the audience a lot to appreciate. Though despite that, and perhaps more in spite of her sinister bent, she deliberately avoids touching Raquel’s breasts. It’s subtle, and not really intended to be picked up on by the audience or even her opponent, but it’s a measure of respect. She may be dead-set on beating Raquel, but she doesn’t dislike her enough to really want to humiliate her. That’s not fun. That’s just... mean.

Truth be told, she’s giving her the business, but she likes Raquel.

The hand continues it’s sensual slide down the girl’s body, moving along the slope of her ribs before moving inwards, fingers running along Raquel’s bare belly, feeling along the abdominals she’d been abusing so heavily this match.

“Brace yourself, butterfly. It’s about to get so much worse...”

As her hand strokes in towards the center of her stomach, the volume in the stadium rises. The audience knows what’s coming by now. They’re screaming for it. “They wanna see ya suffer. Hell of a thing, isn’t it?,” she teases. She may have been deliberately letting the tension build, but she’s also guiltily just enjoying Raquel’s stomach. The girl’s sexy; she knew that before the bell sounded off. She can let herself enjoy this a bit, right?

She takes a breath, then curls her fingers and grips at Raquel’s defenseless abdominals in a second stomach claw! Then she begins leaning back and arching her hips, pulling on the submission hold and resuming the hard strain along her joints and neck.

[Highfly]

"S-shut up you arrogant bitch..." Raquel said as she squirmed ineffextively in Katsumi's grasp. Soon pain jolted through her body, her neck agonized by then hold coupled with the claw elicited a loud scream as Raquels head, legs and arms thrashed as wildly as they could!

Raquel screamed, the noise echoing through the arena as tears clearly ran down her face she was in so much pain. She screamed only on reply to the referee as she did her best not to submit or tap!

[CyanDimitrik]

The audience isn’t going wild, with half urging Raquel to pull through and the other half screaming for her to tap out. Katsumi is loving the calamity, practically bathing in the energy. It’s moments like these that she loves for. And while she’s thoroughly enjoying tormenting Raquel and likely forcing an agonizing shbubmission out of her, she had to go and say what she did.

“Oh, now I have to make it even worse!”

The fingers digging into her defenseless belly clench, one finger booking her bellybutton for extra pain. It’s just like the hold she had her in at the top of the match, but with the added benefit of the stretching of her limbs and neck.

Something less expected happens then. She feels a wetness on her arm, and clearly not from spit. Curiosity overwhelming her, she abruptly releases the hold and grabs her by the hip and shoulder to roll her over onto her back to get a look at her face.

[Highfly]

Raquel howled and clawed at the mat, on the verge of tapping out. Her stubborn pride was the only thing that kept her beaten, broken down body from tapping out.

Raquel was curiously let go, falling limply to the mat. She covered her face it the crook of her arm as she felt herself rolled over. Raquel kicked weakly and ineffectively at Katsumi's legs and tried to roll over again. She moaned in pain, her torso trembling. She tried to push herself up but her abdomen was in such pain that her muscles spasmed and she crumpled limply to the mat.

[CyanDimitrik]

The way that she’s breathing, that she’s covering her face, what little bit she CAN see... Katsumi frowns discreetly.

“Shit,” she whispers. Yeah. They’re done. Beating someone to a pulp and dominating them is well and good, and even some crying is expected. But it’s usually when the tears start flowing that Katsumi decides it’s time to end things. Tears are humiliating. And just like refusing to violate an opponent, she isn’t evil enough to relish in tears.

Her hands grab for Raquel’s hair, fingers twining in the beautiful brown locks. She pulls on her, attempting to draw her up to her feet with her, whereupon she’ll move her arms to wrap around the girl’s waist.

Raquel’s body will be hugged to Katsumi’s, hips to hips, belly to belly, breasts to breasts, and face to face. The pressure is just enough to keep the other girl standing, giving herself a moment to really look at Raquel... and the audience a little fanservice in the meantime.