Katsumi Oshiro Vs. Valentina Nieto - Outpunked!

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Valentina's energy, and midriff to boot, both wear thin, as the smaller figure seeks that dominating, quite literally crushing victory. Looking down at the spiteful, smug punk, Valentina can but drag her feet as Katsumi repositions her, evidently seeking a spot dead centre, where those closer to the ropes could see truly just what Katsumi was unleashing on her larger foe. Slapping yet still at the arms that bound her, somewhat increasingly evidently more done for, it would be as Katsumi arched yet again that Valentina let loose that ear shattering roar.

Dead centre of the ring now, the camera's around the duo would shift in various positions. One would shoot to Valentina's mug; her teeth clenched in between moments when her mouth was wide, with her eyes completely shut and clenched so, completely the sweaty picture on the tanned beauty. Another would look to Katsumi, her eyes still pointed straight up at the figure she was putting about her end, almost as if the glare itself was to say 'this is for even thinking you could take me.'

The final camera, needless to say, would be focused right on those docking abs; Valentina's previously sharp and mighty set now flat against a smooth, yet insanely dense tummy. The Spaniards body once more forced about being nearly off the ground, as a victory for Kat evidently now became a case of when, not if.

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The crowd roaring. The cameras snapping. The videos shooting. Valentina roaring, pained and helpless. Katsumi giving that near-trademarked devilishly confident smile up at her. It's a perfect moment, and Katsumi is in heaven. This is why she became a wrestler in the first place. The fame, the adoration, the money, the dominance. She wishes it could last longer. But if she pressed her luck, she'd wind up with a lousy knockout win. People can go watch boxing if they want something like that. They tune in for her matches because they want to see her assertively holding an opponent down in a pin. Hell, she rewatches her own matches to see that.

Valentina's waist is suddenly released as Katsumi lets the bearhug go. It's gone long enough, and the sudden drop will hopefully lay her tan opponent out on the mat. And if not, it's nothing a little foot-nudging won't accomplish, ensuring she's lying flat on her back and arms to the sides. She doesn't want there to be any defense for her midsection. Those abs are hers tonight.

Katsumi turns to stride to the corner of the ring, that smile never leaving her face. She grabs onto the top ropes and hauls herself up, until she's standing upon middle ropes, facing the audience. Her right fist lifts into the air, signaling that her finisher is coming. And those who've paid attention to the Punk Princess insofar will know what that finisher will be.

Turning around, she climbs the final set of ropes to perch as high as possible in the corner, facing Valentina. Her arms slowly rise to either side, until her splayed fingers are reaching up at the skylights. Her trim, lean body is pulled taut, eyes shut to soak in the roar of the audience, relishing in the anticipation throughout the arena. And suddenly, she's springing into the air! Her body rotates a smooth 180, the arch of the leap high and her imminent landing perfectly aimed to crash her toned, bare belly directly across Valentina's battered, equally bare belly for the Wild Rave finisher!

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Where as it felt the embrace went on for ever, it did in fact go on for perhaps less than a handful of minutes. Still, Katsumi's intent beyond humiliating the bigger blonde was reached, with the Spaniard immediately dropping to her knees following the compressing of her lower back and waist. She almost couldn't believe a girl so soft-looking could squeeze so tight.

A gentle nudge later, and the tired tanned beauty was flat to her back, whining out with hands holding her belly. Of course, her eyes being mostly shut, the only noise from her being coo's and moans of outright agony, she had little concept or idea of what her foe was intending. To her mind, she could only imagine Katsumi likely working the crowd, burying home the fact she had just crushed the sharpness out of a figure she was smaller than, before likely seeking that final pin fall attempt. Well, at least Valentina was right in the latter detail.

Eyes opening at the last second to see a small, punk figure in motion, Valentina could do near enough nothing except try to brace, possessing enough of her wits to at least recognise partially what Katsumi was doing. Namely, trying to flatten her right out of wrestling. Bracing her abs, thereafter immediately failing given the damage her frame had received in the match in general never mind in the bearhug immediately before, Valentina let loose a wide-mouthed, silent gasp as her body jerked from the splash!

Body utterly motionless afterwards, as her head tilted to the side, eyes and mouth open alike. Those cameras which had previously caught the bigger Spaniard having the life squeezed out of her were now locked on a figure whom appeared to have perhaps passed out!

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The impact's a rough one, and Katsumi has to suppress the urge to curl up and roll aside. But she fights through the burst of an ache in her midsection in favor of pressing it hard across Valentina's. She's very confident this match is over. The audience sounds like they expect the same. And with the Punk Princess already in position, the referee-girl drops quickly to make it a reality.

Katsumi's props her upper-body with her right elbow. That impish, cocky smile is glued to her face, bright eyes shining out at the audience. Her left hand raises into the air to count along with each slap of the referee!

"One!"

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Beaten, squeezed and now splashed beyond all hope of comeback, it was unsurprising to those watching that Valentina offered no resistance to the first count. The match had been exhausting in more ways than simply exerting strength and taking impact from the punk. Katsumi was simply better; it was for Valentina the same feeling she felt when she had originally entered the world of MMA and wrestling, and tried to try her luck at defeating her trainers from day one. Only, Katsumi did not hold the same restraint that said individuals possessed. She was here to claim a win, and do so in memorable fashion.

With the Spaniard of course, hoping to do nothing but forget this very encounter, from beginning to end, as the latter began to very much become reality...

"Two!"

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One finger. Two fingers.

Katsumi's feeling pretty amazing now. She was called out. Someone took her challenge. She made good on her word and is in prime position to come out on top - literally! The fact that Valentina is one of those rippling hard-body types just makes it all the more delicious, the feel of Valentina's six-packed abs pushed tight against Katsumi's merely toned stomach inescapable. It's like a challenge all its own. And the audience is going wild, counting along...

The referee's hand strikes the mat. "THREE!" She signals the bell.

*DING* *DING* *DING*

Katsumi keeps the trio of fingers aloft, eyes shut and smiling brightly for a few extra seconds before finally lifting her weight from Valentina. She raises to her feet, the referee-girl takes her by the wrist, and swings her arm high into the air to indicate the winner. As if the announcement that follows doesn't do it enough.

"Winner by pinfall! Katsumi! OOOOSHIROOO!"

Naturally, that by itself isn't enough for the girl. She has to move a boot to rest atop Valentina's torso.

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Winner By Pinfall: Katsumi Oshiro