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

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi steadily presses her body a little tighter against the smaller opponent. She's pinned many an opponent in the past with that signature move, and ended matches in this full-body pin. The audience just eats it up; something inherently sensual about this dominant poise, lying directly atop her conquered rival. Used to be that she'd indulge in it for the visual alone, a little titillation for the audience. But at the moment, at least with Catalina? She can't help but accept that she's enjoying it on a personal level. The girl's cute. No point denying that. And she gave her trouble. But now, pinning her down, it's all worth it.

Just one more slap on the mat to seal the deal.

Suddenly, the unattended arm lifts from the mat, popping her shoulder up and technically breaking the pin!

Still lying atop her, Katsumi shifts just a little to get a better look at that defiant arm. The movement brushes her body along Catalina's, skin against skin, hips stroking against hips. "You... really want me to.. flatten you, huh..?," Katsumi asks. The arm moves from her cheek to free her face, her hand gently carding through the girl's bangs to draw her sweat-soaked hair back from her face - only for Katsumi to lower her head enough to touch her nose to Catalina's cheek. Boop. Small, subtle to the audience, but an attempted way to convey a little lightheartedness before she crushes the poor girl. "You asked for it," she whispers hotly against her ear.

Reluctantly, the Punk Princess draws back from her, peeling her body off of her foe's. First her face leaves the warmth of her cheek, then the soft cushion of her breasts, the sweaty slickness of her stomach. The hips, she lingers against for just a second more, brushing against the other girl as she reaches down to wrap her arms around her thighs. Raising with her, she drags her across the mat to lie her down just so in front of a turnbuckle, ensuring her limbs are splayed out and she's resting flat on her back.

Katsumi backs up into the corner and steadily climbs the ropes, the wear and fatigue in her body causing her movements to be sluggish, weighted. But finally, she rests crouched - and slowly, on weary-wobbly legs, the punkette stands upright, balancing between the topmost cables. Her arms raise, back arched, the blaring overhead lights catching every glistening detail of her body from silky, dampened blueblack hair to every contour of her toned body. Particularly, the abdominal region; the area Catalina had pulverized earlier in the match. It still aches, but Katsumi knows landing this move will put Catalina out definitively. And it's almost poetic. Crushing Catalina's stomach with the stomach she'd crushed with that stomp before.

The Punk Princess takes a few breaths, chest rising and falling heavily. And then... she leaps. Her body tucks into a crisp forward roll, hair whipping behind her like a banner! Just as she nears her target, her body unfurls, tossing arms and legs back to pull her core taut - ready to slam her sleek, bare midsection across Catalina's unprotected, bare belly for the Crescent Moon 450 splash finisher!

[Bare]

Despite the utter agony and exhaustion that had come over her body Catalina had, somehow, someway, managed to thrust her shoulder up and kick out of the pinfall attempt from Katsumi's signature. It was near miraculous how she had done it, but she had accomplished it somehow and as a result she was still in this match.

Albeit, barely given the current condition she was in. Still this wouldn't exactly halt Kat from pushing the advantage she had... though she also seemed keen on dragging out the contact between their bodies, especially their hips that caused Cat's blush to burn a bit brighter before Katsumi got off completely.

'I... I have one... one chance... here.' Cat thought to herself desperately in preparation as she kept a single, half closed eye on Katsumi as the girl took to one of the corners, no doubt climbing in preparation for a massive attack that would leave her flattened once and for all. As Katsumi reached the top that's when things got their most dangerous, either Catalina did something that would turn the tides in her favor... or the match would end right here, right now.

Sucking a breath in anticipation she would watch as Katsumi took to the air, descending gracefully through the air, like a falling angel, beautiful yet deadly... But unfortunately for her Catalina was going to insure she didn't have as graceful a landing... By raising her legs up so that Katsumi would come crashing down stomach first on her knees!

[CyanDimitrik]

The feeling of soaring through the air was always a singularly exhilarating one. If she didn't prefer mixing it up close with grapples and strikes, Katsumi figures she might've dedicated herself more to refining an aerialist style. But feeling the wind whisk against her skin, the sense of weightlessness, the anticipation of impact, and ultimately just crashing her body against her opponent for a devastating hit... it's all sublime.

Katsumi's form spreads, ready to crush Catalina's gut with her abs. Only- her eyes widen just before the moment of impact. There was nothing she could do. Her belly collides with a pair of knees, completely unprotected, taut, and defenseless. Instantly, the punishment she took before is redoubled, and the Punk Princess can't make more than just a wheezing whimper. She falls to the side, rebounding off the knees and weakly clutching her midsection, a few pain-induced trembles wracking her slender form.

Agonized, Katsumi rolls over onto her back, eyes squeezed shut. She wants to thrash around as she works through the pain, to kick the mat to try to create some outlet to disperse it, but... she can't. Her core won't cooperate even with that. All she can do is lie on her back, one knee bent, the other leg dropped to the side, expression tortured and eyes squeezed shut.

[Bare]

To say Catalina was exhausted was an understatement. Not only was she exhausted, but she was hurting as well. Everywhere. But she wasn't done yet, she refused to quit so easily. Not in her debut match, not when her victory would matter the most. Whatever it took, even if she couldn't stand after. Forcing herself up to a standing position Catalina would wince softly as she held her still sore stomach, gritting her teeth softly as she did so.

Looking over her shoulder at the now downed Katsumi the Argentinian girl would nod softly, glad that her last second revesal attempt had managed to succeed and knock the wind from her. "This is it... Last shot." Cat whispered to herself as she gathered up the last dregs of energy she had left to suddenly take off!

Rushing at the corner that Katsumi had just leapt off of Cat would live up to her name sake, leaping up onto the middle turnbuckle and pushing up to land on top of it as nimble as a cat! Then once there, without missing a beat or wasting time pandering to the crowd, she would leap backwards, tucking inwards and rotating twice before opening her body up, intending on coming crashing down on Katsumi's prone body with ehr own splash move, specifically her double rotation moonsault finisher the Garra Voladora!

Spoiler

Shoudl the move land then Catalina would lay weakly on top of Katsumi, the impact taking the last of her energy out of her, merely hoping it did the same to Katsumi and that her weight alone would be enough to pin the girl and end this match for good!

"ONE!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi continues to writhe on the mat, her body refusing to do much else yet. That's a number of punishing blows she's taken to the core, the latest being her own fault for landing on knees, granted, but her muscles scream in protest any time she tries to to flex the abs even just enough to roll back over onto her side. With a groan, her arms flop weakly to either side, leaving her body supine on the mat, skin shining under the overheads, chest heaving with each hard breath, stomach rising and falling in tandem. Her fingertips twitch, eyes only cracked open as she tries to work through the pain. All she can think of right now is that she has a moment - just a moment - to let her body recuperate. Trying to move is... out of the question right now.

Suddenly, Catalina's belly smashes into Katsumi's. "Uuaagh!" It might as well have been a death knell. Her body jerks inwards from the impact before falling flat to the mat again. No more twitching, no more writhing. Katsumi lies beneath the Argentinian, bare stomach across bare stomach. Her eyes fall shut, mouth gently opened as she breathes beneath her, skin warm, the involuntary seizing of a muscle rippling beneath Catalina's form every now and again. But otherwise, the audience can see it clearly: Catalina Vicente, lying exhausted and spent over a defeated Katsumi Oshiro. The count is a formality.

The first slap against the mat registers, Katsumi's heart sinking. This shouldn't have gone this way. It undermines her re-introduction to the audience so, so much, losing to a rookie.

The hand slaps against the mat a second time. "TWO!" She desperately wants to work a shoulder off the mat, but she just can't. Damn it. She lies resigned to her fate, at least taking the solace that Catalina's cute, and she kind'a enjoys the contact with her.

[Bare]

"THREE!"

Like that the three count was finished and the match was over. Yet there was no joyful or energetic celebration that one would have expected from someone like Catalina. Granted, normally that would exactly be her reaction.

Right now though, with how exhausted and beat up she was all she could manage was raising a single arm into the, smiling softly through half lidded eyes. But that was enough for the fans as they went wild over the girl, cheering and clapping, not just for Cat, but for Katsumi as well, the war the two had put on making everyone thrilled and satisfied with the ending, to the point that many started to stand up from their seats!

Managing the strength to sit up off her opponent Cat would look down with a tired smile as she leaned over the dark haired girl. "For... for what its... worth.. I thought... you were.. really awesome. and pretty too." Catalina said in between exhausted pants, wanting to give her flowers for such a match, the last bit coming out at the last second along with a small blush on her cheeks as she looked down at Katsumi.

[CyanDimitrik]

The three-count is made, making Katsumi's defeat official. But she doesn't stir or squirm; she's too beaten up for that. Everything in her still hurts tremendously, and lying still is the only thing keeping it in check. So for as long as Catalina lays across her, Katsumi seems to compliantly remain pinned to the mat. But at least she's clearly breathing and not in any wallowing, agonized pain from an injury!

The match is over, though, and she lost. To a newcomer. God, that's frustrating. Way to undermine herself. When Catalina's weight lifts off of her, Katsumi lifts her right arm to flop the crook of her elbow across her eyes, hiding. The match replays in her mind, recalling specific moments where she should've tweaked her response or approach. She should've held onto the bearhug and just let Catalina pass out. The slam would've worked just fine on a dozing Argentinian, she didn't need to rush-

The arm shifts enough to peek an emerald eye up at the girl. "Pretty..?," she asks, her voice weakly strained. "Eheh.. aheh.." The absurdity of the moment is at least making her smile a little and start to chuckle. But that chuckle is a bad idea. "Ahah- agh, ow.." It hurts to laugh, and the wince that's suddenly replaced the smile is clear testament. "..I could tell.. you were.. into that squeeze..," she accuses, giving Catalina a teasing smirk. Nevermind that her enjoyment of it was a little beyond academic, too. "Did'ja have to win, though? Damn.."

It's a facetious remark, partly taking a shot at herself for losing with it.

[Bare]

Despite winning such a hard fought and gruelling match Cat's mind wasn't on celebrating and flexing her victory over her opponent. Quite the contrary in fact, her first instinct was to check up on the girl and make sure she was ok. Something she felt especially neccessary after seeing her cover her face, as if to hide from shame. Something Cat felt was totally unnecessary! Still she couldn't help but smile and blush a bit from Katsumi's words, the meaning of them definitely not being lost on her at this point.

"Hehehehe maybe just a little." She said with a chuckle before giving a faux stern look and lightly booping Kat on the nose like in the start of their match. "Also of course I did! I wasn't gonna just let you land on me!" Cat admonished playfully before smiling slightly, not only feeling like she made a good impression with the LAW audience, but with her opponent as well.

Winner via Pinfall: Catalina Vicente