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

[Jaystar]

Patrice just couldn't be sure. Yes, Katsumi had called her accent pretty, but theoretically, there was a chance that it had been just sarcasm. Or something simply uttered in the heat of the moment. Or... Yeah, it wasn't likely. But it didn't hurt to check. Besides, Trice just had this feeling... This feeling that the Punk Princess just wasn't stating out loud all of her true thoughts and feelings towards her. Sure, that was just natural, as an actress, Trice wasn't going to question that at all. But it was still something she was keen to find out about...

Yes, her question was very suggestive and loaded. But it wasn't forbidden to ask such questions. And even if it had been, Katsumi's reaction would have been worth breaking those rules for. It was just a "W-what?", but it was all that Patrice ever needed to hear. She knew what it really meant.

But was it so important for Trice to know that Katsumi found her, or something else, pretty? Of course not. She wasn't here to find partners from the ring. At least, not as her primary goal... But what was important to her was that she had gotten Katsumi to break character. She was supposed to be this cocky, confident, tough Punk Princess, but just a couple of questions, couple of moves had made her weak as jelly beneath her. She had gotten inside her head. She had mastered her role better. And frankly, whatever happened for the rest of the match wasn't that important to Patrice. She had already achieved a victory over Katsumi that she prized much higher for.

The confused and frightened uttering that the Punk Princess managed to let out right before her face became buried in Patrice's breasts was just an added bonus. An additional confirmation of all that Trice had already figured out before. But it felt still lovely as heaven!

Trice became actually a little bit surprised how deep in trouble Katsumi seemed to be with her smother. Sure, she was trying to somehow resist and escape. But those efforts just seemed to lack the final bit of willpower that would have truly made them effective... Or then the punk hadn't actually ever even been in this situation before. That was plausible as well. And hearing how the crowds were getting wild about the situation, it was potentially even likely as well. Maybe they were seeing something now that they would have loved to see already a long time ago!

Soon Trice noticed the puzzled referee though. "It's OK, I'm just having a little fun!" she whispered into their direction, signaling that she wasn't really expecting anything meanignful to come out of this move and position. The French Actress was hoping though that her foe's situation regarding available oxygen was getting worse though, since it would make changing the position for the next move all that much easier...

After having her fun (and her breasts nicely warmed up), Trice suddenly lifted her body off of Katsumi's own. She still maintained hold of her wrists, but the blonde fell to the side, releasing the hold that her thighs were having from around Katsumi's sides. Quering a teasing "Did you enjoy that?" midway through her move, Trice kept on with her questions... But not waiting for answers. And her free sides weren't necessarily good news for the Punk Princess, since from her new position, Patrice tried to wrap her thighs tightly for a squeeze around the punk's head instead!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi is giving this far less thought than her opponent. But that's her typical M.O. The Punk Princess tends not to think things through, and acts on impulse. Of course Patrice's pretty features have registered - they did the moment they met! But is it coloring anything? Effecting the way things are playing out? Maybe only a little! And that's mostly because a pair of boobs are trying to suffocate her. Not that Trice is particularly large, thankfully, so she's weathering it better than she's been lead to believe based on other accounts. But it remains singularly bizarre as an experience.

"Puaah," gasps Katsumi when the hold finally eases, her head turning aside with a few bewildered, panting breaths.

She doesn't have long enough to do more than give the blonde a stunned look before the creamy thighs wrap around her head. "Mnfh!" Now this is one she's had to deal with time to time! And as such, her mind doesn't blank in this hold! It's also a bit more suffocating and constricting than the smother, spurring her to act more quickly.

Stomach tightening, Katsumi pitches her lower back upwards, knees bent to try to catch her ankles under Trice's chin - unless she's bent forward too far. But if she manages the hook, her legs pump to yank back, attempting to forcefully rush her down to the mat off of her.

[Jaystar]

Patrice seemed to be keen on asking questions, but not really bothering to hear out the answers as she kept on striving to control Katsumi as effectively as she could. The breast smother had clearly been a resounding success, whether the Punk Princess had actually enjoyed it or not, as evidenced by Katsumi's clear need for panting afterwards. But Trice knew well enough that it wasn't wise to give the punk a break, which led to her thighs wrapping around the black-haired girl's head much sooner than she surely would have hoped for.

Now Katsumi seemed to be fully aware of her predicament, as Trice could clearly detect a ramp-up in her efforts of resistance. But that just served as a reason for the blonde to double down on her efforts! The French Actress straightened out her body to apply the maximum squeeze possible around Katsumi's head, flexing her thighs as strongly as she could... "So, for how long do you think you're going to be able to take this?" she decided to taunt her foe again, but the strain of her efforts was clearly evident in her voice.

"W-what?!?" Almost immediately after her words though, Trice had to express surprise as she could suddenly feel an ankle locking around her armpit! And before she could realize what was happening, Katsumi had already managed to yank the blonde's upper body backwards, right against her own toned legs!

Patrice could feel the punk's shins against her back, and realized that she was actually in a rather precarious position right now... But her thighs were still wrapped so well around Katsumi's head that she wasn't ready to let go of it... Even with running the risk of potentially getting in trouble for it with the Japanese girl's legs herself!

[CyanDimitrik]

This match has certainly taken a turn for Katsumi. She was in control, enjoying sassing the blonde, beating up on her painfully pretty opponent and riling up the crowd. That's all well and good, the proper and just thing to do, according to Katsumi Law. But then Patrice had to go and break Katsumi Law by bringing her boobs into the equation. Katsumi has, by this point in her life, come to accept that she's into girls. And Patrice is absurdly pretty, to the point where she looks like she'd be a star outside of the ring. And even though she totally made fun of her for being French earlier, her voice is and accent are smooth and sweet like honey. She was, to say the least, not prepared for these qualities to be weaponized against her! Not in this good, God-fearing sanctuary of sportsmanlike competition, no sir! It seemed that everything had been completely inverted the moment she admitted she liked her voice!

It was when she sputtered in surprise that Katsumi got that taste of blood in the water again. And like a proper beast of prey, it revitalized her; drove her; sparked that savage instinct. She wanted to hook the girl's head, but the shoulders will do. They'll do quite nicely for the technician.

What first may sound like wheezing from the tight headscissor may soon reveal itself to be a dark, chuffing chuckle. Katsumi's hands suddenly slap onto the thighs, clamping them in place. Her feet squirm, attempting to slide the heels of her boots over the shoulders to secure them, her knees tucking inwards against Patrice's spine. And then, her legs simply begin bending. Heels pull in while the arcs of her knees press upwards into Patrice's back, improvising a torture rack as she steadily increases the pressure and angle, bowing the blonde's body upwards.

[Jaystar]

Patrice could sense that something wasn't right, feeling those legs against her back. But she was still at a loss to figure out what exactly it was... What exactly was Katsumi even going to be able of doing? She wasn't sure... And as long as she wasn't sure, it felt really unwise to let go of the headscissor hold. Surely it was going to sooner or later break the Punk Princess even further! Especially considering the sounds that the punk was making...

Then suddenly, Katsumi's hands clamped down on Trice's thighs... As if she was even expecting, hoping them to crush her head even tougher?!? Patrice was super-confused... What was her game plan? Or was she a masochist? Sure, she had loved her accent, among other things, and could have longed for more close contact with her... But her legs were still moving on Trice's body... It had to mean something!

The blonde got her answer as she could soon feel Katsumi's legs bending her spine backwards! Well, she hadn't seen this one coming... Maybe it was now time to actually gain some distance to her foe. But soon enough the French girl started to realize the predicament she was in... "Merde... I'm stuck!"

The pressure on Trice's back increased by the second, and the blonde was soon starting to show signs of desperation as her arms began haplessly twitching in some kind of meaningless attempt at escaping the hold. Her scissorhold no longer held strength around Katsumi's head, as they were simply trying to escape the hold as well! And soon the blonde had to start letting out curtailed cries of pain, as the Punk Princess had managed to turn tables in the French Actress's own play!

[CyanDimitrik]

Prior to her hiatus, Katsumi would've had to figure out some other way to work through the headscissor. Or even just try to tough it out. She was a brawler with a bit of sinister submission mixed in. But in this particular case, the training let her see things from a different angle - and not strictly the angle provided up the blonde's skirt, courtesy of a headscissor. Body mechanics was a big focus, learning to utilize it, weaponize it, control it. Digging her knees into Patrice's back, slowly steepling to force an arch - a bit more tricky than she previously would've imagined.

But now? Here? It's enough to turn the punkette's frown upside-down.

Hands squeeze on the girl's smooth thighs, trying to keep them as a grounding point in the improvised grapple. But ultimately, there are too many moving parts, with the leverage applied behind her back being the only real point of balance in the submission. Pinning her shoulders back certainly helped as the upper-anchor, but devoting much attention there meant having less room to arch. And having more room to arch meant compromising that stability.

Ultimately, she doesn't get to hold onto the girl or long before she's squirmed too loose to rationalize keeping her. Katsumi twists her hips and drops one knee, pushing with the other to roll-toss the blonde off her body and onto the mat. Eager to keep the pressure on, however, she reaches out to grab the girl by one of her cute pigtails, attempting to pull her up to her feet and march her back to the ropes, fully intent on tangling her arms along the cable at either side.

"Are all French girls such flirts?," she chides in transit. Though her expression isn't as cruel as it was before. The emerald eyes remain sharp, nearly glinting. But the corner of her lips are tugged into a small smirk; not predatory so much as entertained.

[Jaystar]

Katsumi had displayed some serious wits by turning around Trice's hold against her, and the blonde had to admit that the Punk Princess surely was a very capable wrestler indeed. The French newcomer certainly hadn't seen that one coming, and was paying the price painfully for it. And from what Trice was sensing, the price wasn't about to consist of just this pain... It was also going to include lost control. For a moment, the blonde had actually had the upper hand, but now it felt like deep trouble was settling in instead...

The Japanese girl's vicious hold was quickly taking its toll on Trice's spine, and the only thing the French girl really wanted now was to get out of it... But even then, it was already likely that she wasn't going to be attacking for a while. Her cries of pain and accompanied attempts at resistance intensified, and eventually got rewarded as the Punk Princess decided to abandon the hold, and instead toss the reeling newcomer to the side, leaving the blonde's body rolling over and reeling in a prone position on the mat...

Patrice was glad to be finally out of the hold, but she wasn't so glad over how quickly Katsumi was able to regain her stance and grab a new hold of her - this time of her pigtail. The blonde frowned from the feeling, and let out a sigh of despair as she could feel the Japanese punk pulling and forcing her back up once again, with which she had to comply with. She wasn't really ready to provide meaningful resistance yet, and as Katsumi began marching her towards the ropes, the scene held unmistakable resemblance to a boss onboarding a newcomer - except this time inside a wrestling ring.

Getting her arms tangled along the rope, the French Actress did not fancy answering the punk's latest question, instead deciding to simply stare into her eyes. The blonde's expression was annoyed but also somewhat defeated, as if she was already expecting to find out what kind of punishment Katsumi was setting her up for next.

[CyanDimitrik]

The look Patrice was giving her was more than enough, though; at least for the moment. It satisfied Katsumi's teasing curiosity in a way a verbal answer wouldn't, and somehow through the defeated and irritable look, it read as adorable. Like a sulk.

The punkette moues her lips at her in foux-sympathy, her hands moving to the girl's narrow shoulders to push back against them and arch her chest forward. Finally, Katsumi is getting a more significant look at the breasts previously weaponized against her, now with the added benefit of not being suffocated! And while she wouldn't qualify as a boob-chick, per se, she could appreciate the curvature of Trice's figure. Everything all neatly packaged together in a streamlined, perky French girl.

Her left hand moves beneath Patrice's chin, the palm pressing to manually tip her head back dramatically. The blonde surely knows what's coming, even without the ability to see Katsumi raise a finger to her lips to shush the roaring crowd. And in an instant, the hand is removed from Trice's chin, chambered back, and SLASHED outwards in a lateral chop aimed to SMACK across the girl's chest just above the breasts!

[Jaystar]

No, this wasn't something that Patrice would have ideally wanted to see happening... But she could clearly tell what this scene was going to be all about. She knew it very well. The part where the babyface rookie had already had her moment, and the experienced heel was taking control again... And based on all of her knowledge of wrestling, it usually didn't end well for the rookie.

How the French Actress could feel her arms being tangled with the ropes and her body utterly trapped in front of the Punk Princess was making her already brace for something... Anything, really. The look in Katsumi's eyes was somehow... Hungry. And full of joyful vengeance... A mean look, but still sexy. The Japanese woman really knew how to play her part as a heel...

...Also while playing to the favor of the crowds, as the French blonde could soon testify. The way Katsumi was pushing her body was making the blonde's breasts stand out clearly for everyone lucky enough to view the matchup, and by the sounds of it, they were getting pretty excited. And based on where Katsumi's eyes were wondering, she was getting at least somewhat excited as well...

...Or then again, possibly revengeful. Trice had almost forgotten already of the humiliation she had dealt to the Punk Princess with her breasts, so it would probably be no wonder if the punkette would want to punish her for it. And yes, she knew what was about to happen, even when she lost the view to her opponent when she began tipping her head way back.

The smack was nothing surprising. Yes, it was painful... But it merely earned a subdued moan of pain from Trice's lips. But what was surprising was that the blonde could clearly tell that the chop hadn't hit straight on her breasts... Which, surely, must have been somewhat of a disappointment for the crowds as well.

No, if she would have been capable of applying any sense of reasonable restraint, she wouldn't had said what she said next. But uttering the words was just such a tempting, and characteristic opportunity in the heat of the moment, that the French Actress just couldn't help herself.

"You missed, punk."

[CyanDimitrik]

Trice is an odd duckie. Katsumi was becoming acquainted with that notion. So even while the smack reverberated in the ring and Katsumi turned to raise a fist to the audience, smirk on her face, she's... well, she wishes she were more surprised by the twist. The twist in itself is surprising. But Patrice, to labor the point, is an odd duckie.

As it so happens, Katsumi is as well. Going for the swell of the breasts directly is surely what most would have done, and no doubt was what most in the audience was hoping she would do. But the avoidance was quite deliberate. She might have expected some level of appreciation for sparing the additional pain, or even the humiliation! But what she gets causes her to turn around with a dumbfounded look on her face; the edge is gone, replaced with a wide, confused stare from those exotic eyes.

"Whuh?" There's a telling glance back down to the chest, then up to Trice's face again. She quickly steels her expression with a haughty sneer. "As if I'd sink to that level for these knuckledraggers!," she claims, loudly, and deliberately so enough to rile up the audience within earshot.

Boos follow.

Katsumi turns and stalks aside, arms up in classic 'What! What!' stance. "Cry more, bedwetters!"

The boos cascade around them.

Katsumi's arms sway in the air, as if conducting an orchestra. "Yeah, yeah, that's right! Whining is such a turn-on for girls!"

She is entirely aware that she's giving Patrice a chance to collect herself; it's on purpose. Confidence in her abilities aside, she wants the heat off that moment, and on her in general. Because at the end of the day, she's still the same girl she was when she first entered the LAW arena. And avoiding taking those kinds of cheap shots and humiliation is how she respects the other girl in the ring, in her own quirky way. She just won't do it.