The Princess and the Tiger: Katsumi Oshiro VS. Bengal

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal is drifting through a sea of inky blackness, when she suddenly becomes aware of intense warmth, radiating from above. Is she lying in the sun? No, it can't be that, because the warmth is accompanied by pressure, by subtle, rocking motions - and something else. A feeling of intense, sensual pleasure, spiraling out from her breasts, from between her hips. The sensation slowly revives her, centering her back within her body. Her eyes flicker open.

The first thing she sees are Katsumi's green eyes, gazing down at her hungrily. She instinctively flinches, expecting more punishment. But that doesn't happen. Instead, the punkette just keeps swaying her hips rhythmically, grinding into Bengal, like the two wrestlers have become partners in some slow-motion, horizontal dance. A rather enjoyable dance, at that. The pleasure is mixed in with pain, though - pain so overwhelming that Bengal can't even tell where one injury ends, and the next one begins. Her tongue is sandpaper; her mouth feels like it's filled with cotton. When she tries to tell Katsumi to get off (even though she isn't quite sure that's what she wants) all that comes out is a low moan. "Guuuuh..."

[CyanDimitrik]

"There you are...," Katsumi murmurs as the eyes open.

The referee fidgets uncomfortably, knowing she should probably start counting, but between Katsumi telling her to wait and the audience clearly loving the sight, she continues to hang back.

Katsumi locks her bright, vivid greens on those cat-like eyes below. "I told you...," she says, lowering her face closer to Bengal's. "...you'd be flat on your back tonight." Her hands squeeze the wrists, but not with the intent to cause pain. It's just a natural reaction to the building heat between them as Katsumi slides her body against Bengal's again. She rolls her hips against Bengal's again, deliberately grinding the base of her hips against Bengal's. A soft, throaty sound escapes her in the process.

"And I told you..." Her face lowers even closer to Bengal's, her voice dropping to an intimate whisper. "...you're mine. Say it.."

At this point, Katsumi is even starting to surprise herself. Maybe it's the intensity of the match sparking something in her. Maybe it's the exotic nature of the woman lying under her. Maybe it's the pure savagery of the moment, the carnal nature of the contest culminating in the pin. Either way, Katsumi's unavoidably aware that she's getting off on the feel of Bengal's body against hers, the sensation of intimate friction, feeling the bared stomach under her that she'd been abusing and ravaging for much of the night.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal's first thought is to refuse her opponent's demand. To spit her words back in her face. To tell her that she'll never belong to anyone. But as she stares into Katsumi's eyes, she finds herself unable to go through with it. It's not the fear of further pain that's driving her decision. She knows that the Punk Princess has already broken her body; there's nothing she can do to Bengal anymore, and no way for Bengal to threaten her. No, it's something else. It's the way the contours of their bodies meld perfectly together, like pieces of a long-unsolved puzzle. It's the thrill she feels when Katsumi rolls her hips into her, again and again. She's so beautiful, so powerful, so dominant. She deserves everything she wants. And right now, she wants Bengal. Who could possibly refuse that?

"I'm...yours..." Bengal whispers, then swiftly turns her head away, unable to meet Katsumi's gaze any longer. Even with her dark complexion, it's obvious that she's blushing furiously.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Mmnh..," purrs Katsumi at the quiet, verbal submission. Her face lowers, pressing lightly into Bengal's cheek in a sort of acknowledgment. The shifting against Bengal's body becomes less subtle, with Katsumi's back arching to press herself tighter along the other woman's figure. Each heavy grind starts with pushing her chest tighter into Bengal's breasts, abdominals grinding to abdominals, and ending with her hips stroking against hers. Breathing a little harder, Katsumi's head tilts to Bengal's ear. "That's right.. mine tonight..," she whispers, a little tremor in her voice.

Somewhere in the distant back of her mind, Katsumi is outright staggered she's behaving like this. There's still a crowd! There's still a referee! She doesn't do this kind of thing in front of people! But at the same time, it's so unreal how amazing it feels. Everything from the way their hips meet with slowly building fervor, the way their their bodies grind faster, heavier, to the way Katsumi feels like the most beautiful, seductive minx in the world compared to how she felt before her makeover, it's all immediately addicting and urging her to go on. In fact, a budding kink is making a new demand.

Her head lifts. "Count it!," she shouts to the referee.

In a scramble, the referee drops to the mat, hand raised.

Suddenly, it's even more of a thrill. With her body remaining arched, pressing herself hard into Bengal, her head is held high, proud, dominant. Poised, even, over Bengal's form. This is her conquest tonight. She earned this. She wrestled with her for dominance and came out on top. And now, it's about to be made official.

"One!"

Katsumi shifts against Bengal harder, hips starting to buck against her, trying to urge her to the edge without reservation. Everyone can tell what Katsumi's doing, most of all Bengal, but she doesn't care.

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

"Wh-what are you-" Bengal stammers. But then Katsumi grinds deeper, and the Tiger inhales sharply, breaking herself off mid-sentence. It was a pointless question; she already knew the answer anyway. Hell, she's about to do the exact same thing herself. The space between her legs is growing wet and warm, and Bengal knows it's not just sweat she's feeling. Every thrust from the punkette's hips sends spasms of ecstasy through her battered body, making her purr with satisfaction. She's forgotten about her injuries, forgotten about the leering crowds. She doesn't even hear the referee slap her hand down a second time. "Two!"

[CyanDimitrik]

There it is, that reciprocal feeling Katsumi was wanting. One more layer to this exquisite victory. When she stepped into the ring tonight, she had no idea this would be how it ends. But it's the only thing she wants right now; feeling Bengal beneath her, her body squirming, grinding against her, hips to hips, belly-to-belly, breasts to breasts. Katsumi is, in no uncertain terms, sexually claiming Bengal in the middle of the ring. And what's feeding more into it, of course, is Bengal wanting it. Every buck of the hips met with a buck of the hips.

The second count sounds off, and Katsumi's lids flutter shut. Nothing is guiding her now but the rush of sensations and the sound of the pinfall in progress. Each strike against the mat riles up the tension, the anticipation, and sees Katsumi pumping Bengal harder, faster.

The hand lowers once more, striking the mat. "THREE!" The referee lifts to her knees and waves to the timekeeper.

Katsumi's hips buck hard against Bengal's, the base of her hips kissing her rival's through the thin fabric of their trunks. She locks against her, every muscle in her body tight and tensed. And the moment the bell rings, her rigid frame shudders.

*DING* *DING* *DING*

"Your winner by pinfall! KATSUMIIII! OOOSHIIIROOOO!," bellows the announcer.

The referee already knows to keep her hands to herself. She just backs off from the two wrestlers.

As for the Punk Princess, she finally begins to lower her face to Bengal's again. She nuzzles hard against her cheek, each open-mouthed pant beating hard against the woman's neck. "This.. wasn't.. a POW match.. but.. let's.. make it one..," she says between breaths. "I'm.. not done.. with you.. yet.."

[BengalTheBlazeTiger]

Bengal reaches climax at the same moment as her opponent, her body vibrating in perfect time with the peal of the bell. She seizes up for a few long seconds, every muscle taut, her neck arched back, her jaw locked, air hissing between her teeth like a punctured balloon. As the announcer's voice echoes through the arena, declaring Katsumi's victory, she finally relaxes again. She slumps back and goes limp, seeming to melt into the canvas like butter on a hot pan. The adrenaline pumping through her veins helps ease her pain, but she's still exhausted, immobile, utterly drained. Yet when Katsumi leans down to whisper in her ear, she can feel the tension starting to build all over again. She whines softly, nibbling at the nape of the punkette's neck.

A POW match? As a L.A.W. rookie, Bengal doesn't know exactly what that is. But if it's anything like what she's experienced tonight, she can't afford to turn Katsumi down. Not that the Punk Princess is likely to give her a choice...

[CyanDimitrik]

It was sublime, feeling Bengal hit that peak along with her, in tandem, to the ringing of the bell. Something about it was intensely sensual; maybe it's largely due to the match itself, and the way it unfolded. She has no idea. But as both females have settled, Katsumi takes only a few more seconds to pant over the other girl's fallen form, feeling somewhat numbed to the pain she's accumulated tonight, herself.

And then realization hits her. Oh god. She just did that. In front of everyone. In her gear. And she has to walk back out.

Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap...

Katsumi swallows heavily, and thanks her good fortune that at least her gear is black, and they're both severely sweaty. That'll.. help. She pulls herself up from Bengal at least, waves off the pawing referee wanting to raise her arm. Remaining right there, poised on her knees over her rival, Katsumi lifts a fist into the air, giving the journals and magazines a final, telling image to take home.

And then, exhaustion. The arm drops to her side, and Katsumi soon follows, rolling awkwardly beneath the bottom rope. She lands outside the ring on her boots, but in a bumble before catching herself. And from there, it's a staggered walk back up the ramp, one hand favoring the side of her neck.

Winner by Pinfall: Katsumi Oshiro