Katsumi O. Vs. Tara K. - The Punk Vs. A Punk!

[Devilish53]

Katsumi was eager to Tara to meet her now in fair fashion, but it would be in an unfair manner, needless to say. For Katsumi herself had not just suffered a nasty ab pounding against the corner, with Tara's shoulder digging in and out in an effort to make the cute punk gasp!

Stepping from the corner with the referee giving her the once over, albeit in hasty fashion, Tara's fists would be raised as she cut the distance with a stumble. Still gasping with puffy cheeks as she came a meter or so away from Katsumi, Tara's lack of skill in boxing combined with her current state left her doing but one thing!

Standing nigh aimlessly, with her body swaying back and forth as she prayed Katsumi's attack would be something she could either cope with, or counter!

[CyanDimitrik]

It would, in fact, not be a boxing attempt at all, as it turns out. Amidst the solace earned by confusing the daylights out of the referee and Tara somewhat finding her footing, Katsumi had enough time to come up with what she intended to do; work that body a little more. But not with punches. And maybe tease the poor Korean a bit. She was rather flattering earlier, after all. Could be fun playing with her, seeing how she handles it!

Tara gets to bob for a second, but soon Katsumi is on the offensive! And this time, her arms lash out to try to hook around the redhead's narrow waist to yank her bodily inwards and away from the corner. The arms dig in deep, encircling her lower back with hands tucking in beneath the opposite elbows to keep it fully cinched in and snug, while leaving Tara's arms nice and free for dramatic flailing or panic. The fact that the two of them are the same height is especially not lost on the Punk Princess here, with everything lining up just so. Bare thighs brushing against bare thighs, the curvature of one's hips easily felt in full against the other's, stomachs grinding in together with navels kissing, breasts mashed hard to breasts, and one painfully pretty face staring inches back into another. She pulls on her to drag her to the center of the ring to begin squeezing her in earnest, her back arching to push her bare abdominals hard into Tara's equally bare stomach, skin warm against skin.

[Devilish53]

Had Tara had known the true contest that was about to take place between them - one which certainly wasn't of a boxing variety, she might have quite literally jumped at Katsumi with her arms locking like boa constrictors. A chance to wrestle with this beauty was one thing.

But to have a chance to firmly squeeze her body against her own?

A shame it was that Tara Kwan wouldn't be doing the squeezing at all, if for the moment then. For Katsumi saw the lack of focus in her eyes and saw fit to lunge in, ensnaring Tara so tightly against her that the Korean was nearly pulled outright off her feet!

With the base of her feet landing flat to the canvas after that brief pull, Tara would have liked to have at least planted her hands to Katsumi's shoulders to push away, given she couldn't summon the focus within her now squeezed form to lock a hug of her own. She would have liked to of course, but she would have been lying. For Tara's arms came up and behind her if briefly in spasm at the squeeze put on her frame, with Katsumi suffocating Tara's midriff using her own!

The teeth of Tara would bare for all to see as her head briefly came back, as Katsumi saw fit to neatly squish her slender form in!

[CyanDimitrik]

It was kind've fun and empowering, in a quirky way. Knowing the girl wrestling against her is at least a little smitten with her gives Katsumi a sense of confidence and enjoyment in the act of physically dominating her, a certain thrill. It doesn't hurt that Tara is extremely easy on the eyes, herself, or that her chosen attire seems to be more or less a bikini. Well, and hat.

The girl tucks her arms a little further around Tara's waist, cinching in harder and leaving no room between their athletic bodies. She can easily feel every line and sculpt of the other girl's abdominal region, naked against her own, each breath the other takes pushing them against each other. And as Tara's head draws back, those vibrant emerald eyes attempt to lock onto hers, narrowed with a dangerous smile. "What?," she asks, her voice tight in the tension of the squeeze. "Don't like a slowjam? Figured you'd be... down for that.."

As she says the last part, she deliberately shifts her body; subtle to the spectators and cameras, but the belly-to-belly grind would be impossible to miss for Tara.

[Devilish53]

The bearhug wasn’t even close to being one of the most erotic moves one could perform in the wrestling ring, though it certainly wasn’t the least. And the mere fact that it was somewhat enticing made it one of the many perfect moves to use on the lustful Tara Kwan.

"Ohhh..." Her purrs would continue to fall freely from her lips as she gripped Katsumi’s shoulders, seemingly uninterested nor aware of the fact Katsumi was beginning to anaconda her. Her hands squeezed in an uncomfortable manner, but hardly at a level to deter Katsumi from holding her dominant grip. Even less so as Tara found her body being swayed left to right, as if Katsumi was giving her a belly dance up close and personal!

"No...Complaints..." She’d gasp, biting her lip and shutting her eyes, as she focused on the sensation of Katsumi’s modest bust and lovely midriff grinding over her own. With the officials waving of arms - seemingly given to try and remind the Korean she was in a professional wrestling match - completely ignored.

[CyanDimitrik]

In fairness, Katsumi is fine with it. The tight grip on her shoulders is uncomfortable, but she feels like it's borne more out of... passion... than resistance or a desire to inflict damage. A little roughness never bothered hurt. Hell, it makes the whole thing a little more fun and exciting, feeling like she's accumulating more control over the Korean. As to the referee's insistence that Tara continue fighting, Katsumi is also fine with ignoring her. The longer she keeps her in this hold, the more she can wear her out, squeeze the resistance out of her, and secure the win. It may not be the most exciting wrestling match ever, but- well.. maybe exciting in another way for the audience. Whatever, they paid for the ticket, they get the show. Neither of'em are nude, so it's all good!

But as Katsumi listens to the girl sink deeper into the entrancing, overwhelming embrace, she considers how fine she is with this aspect of it, too. She can't ever claim to've sexually dominated another girl before. It's definitely not something she's ever tried to do. But here, in this moment, locked up with the Korean girl who ticks all the boxes for 'her type', she's having a hard time convincing herself to let go. Instead, her arms sink just a little lower along her back to focus on grinding abdominals together, bared bellies clenched a little harder together. Katsumi nudges one knee against Tara's to draw her legs apart, thigh brushing thigh, and soon hips meeting hips. Katsumi's head tilts forward, slotting in cheek to cheek with Tara, her warm breath hitting the girl's shoulder.

"Don't tap out," she murmurs to her, her voice quiet but firm, resolute. "You're mine. I'm pinning you tonight. Got it?"

She shifts again, a subtle brush up against Tara's front - hips grinding against hips, abdominals working against stomach, breasts rubbing to breasts. The contact even wrenches a quietly shuddered sigh from Katsumi.

[Devilish53]

It was an odd site occurring before the masses as Tara did the absolute bare minimum to escape Katsumi's crush. Even that was an exaggeration, for she wasn't even doing the bare minimum. She was doing nothing at all!

The match was not a hentai variety, yet both women were slowly heating the other up as if it was. Tara was sinking into Katsumi's tight embrace all the more as the darker haired girl sunk her arms in, with the Korean arching her back as those arms went lower. Katsumi now had full reign over pressing their midriffs together, with Tara groaning in delight all the more because of it. Her hands were simply rubbing down Katsumi's shoulders, with her fingers soon trailing across the biceps of her foe to settle in the crooks of her elbows. There they would stay for the moment, neither pushing nor pulling as her foe spoke out.

"I'm..." Tara huffed, her eyes shut as she pointed her face to the sky. It was a known fact that Tara had no interest in actively winning her matches - though to outright offer no resistance was a new sight for her fans.

"I'm...I've got too much...Energy to be pinned..." She'd grin, as another flex forced her midriff to grind over Katsumi's, with her perky chest stiffening all the more. "You best keep going..."

[CyanDimitrik]

Feeling Tara not only refuse to resist the hold, but lean into it further earns a small, physical shudder from Katsumi. Her body shifts again, subtle and invisible to the audience, but excruciatingly apparent for her - heated friction starting with hips grinding against hips, then stomach grinding against stomach, easily feeling every detail, contour, and abdominal muscletone in the other girl against her own. Breasts rub into breasts, neither particularly well-endowed, but that simply makes sealing their bodies together all the more complete and full.

"Threatening me with a good time, doll?," whispers Katsumi, her warm breath licking against the base of her neck.

Her back arches, suddenly adding to the squeeze to put the focus on Tara's belly against Katsumi's. She sustains the pressure for a few seconds before suddenly hopping with her captive. She twists in the air with her, bringing her down to the mat in a ring-shuddering belly-to-belly suplex, the Shutdown signature, her body slamming directly atop the other girl's!

And upon landing with her, Katsumi finally releases the hold on her waist in favor of taking the girl's wrists and pinning them on the mat beside her head. Beyond that, Katsumi's hips shimmy, her thighs brushing Tara's legs apart to better press against her. She lies directly atop her, corner to corner, her head raised to look down at her face for the sensually-charged pin attempt.

[Devilish53]

Tara was barely holding on - and no, not to her ability to stay awake. Katsumi was putting her under an utterly bewilding spell. When Tara Kwan wrestled, those in attendance rarely expected the liveliest of showings from her. But they didn't expect this little!

Albeit Katsumi would perhaps inadvertently bring a state of liveliness to the Korean once again, albeit not before briefly numbing her entirely. Gently thrusting out her tummy to press Tara's all the further in, Tara's eyes were crossing beneath their closed lids before she found herself hoisted off her feet.

With Katsumi seemingly testing her luck on whether or not she could put away the Korean here and now! And she could hardly be blamed for such!

Pinned head to toe by her sensual foe, with little of the canvas supporting Katsumi's figure, Tara turned her head towards where she heard the referee slamming the canvas with her palm. Only opening her gaze when the first count had been made, Tara brought herself back into this encounter the instant her hand came down again. With a forceful thrust of her right shoulder and arm - the latter would go up and high, as Tara saved herself from being pinned.

A curiosity, given she had yet to do anything resembling wrestling in this match thus far!

[CyanDimitrik]

If asked, Katsumi wouldn't really be able to explain her approach to wrestling Tara. It was... well, unlike her is a very mild way of putting it. Completely out of her character is another. But Tara somehow both coincidentally found and burrowed deep into what appealed specifically to Katsumi; slender, but toned body. Long hair. Bright eyes. Confident. Just a tiny bit of edge. Down for the roughness. Liking her. Even the backwards hat - which may well be dislodged by this point, granted. All of these things just appealed. And Katsumi couldn't turn that off.

She didn't even want to.

Hell, it didn't even occur to her that she should.

After the impact over the other girl's body, Katsumi's mind was less on the pin, and more on what she might do after. Her body arches, plying sensual pressure deliberately against Tara's hips, heated skin settled against heated skin, feeling the curvature of Tara's breasts beneath her own, feeling her wrists pinned to the mat, as if she were claiming her... even the way Tara's head turned aside to the referee as her fate was presumably sealed!

Suddenly, the arm raises! Tara broke the pin! She's still wanting to struggle!

"Good girl..," she whispers to her, not quite ready to lift off of her figure. "..wasn't done with you yet anyway."

Sliding her hand from Tara's right wrist down along the forearm to the elbow before finally slipping behind her shoulder, Katsumi pulls back to draw the redhead up to her feet with her, keeping her body close.