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

[Jaystar]

Patrice was certainly impressed by Katsumi's moves, but she couldn't deny that the impending conclusion of the match was going to bring relief for herself as well. Wrestling tended to be a painful business to be in - especially for a rookie babyface - and while she certainly enjoyed the performance, its nature inevitably dictated that there were going to be some less pleasant parts of it. Her only option though was to soldier through, and make sure she looked damn good while doing it.

The crowds were getting rowdier as well, but Trice no longer really held the capacity to pay much attention to that. Her lower back was the centre of her attention now - or at least, it was until the French Actress could feel Katsumi's fingers locking themselves against her chin. She didn't really want to stand up, but she had no choice... And her resulting stance when the Japanese girl had finally managed to pull her upright was wobbly to say the least. Technically, she was in a good position to defend, attack, or counter anything the heel might had thrown at her next... But realistically, it was obvious to everyone that she wasn't really in a position to do any of those things.

The Punk Princess did earn a subtly confused look and raised eyebrows though when she formed the little heart with her fingers. That was certainly unexpected... And Trice's mind started to wander off towards trying to figure out its meaning. Given the time, she would have probably come up with some snarky comment soon enough... But she wasn't given the time. Instead, she was given a boot to her head.

Even without her mind wandering, Trice would have probably had difficulties with seeing the kick coming. Katsumi's movement was so subtle, so graceful, that the impact came like out of the blue. Needless to say, the blonde's unpreparedness also meant that her body flopped back onto the mat in the most ungraceful fashion - well, unless one found fighters looking like getting knocked out straight from their two feet graceful.

There she was, once again lying on the mat, her hands this time tending to her head, trying hard to maintain her consciousness amidst all the pain... While the punkette was towering over her, looking as dominant as ever.

[CyanDimitrik]

The arena falls under a sudden silence at the moment when boot meets skull as the audience holds their collective breath. They watch with bated anticipation as she wobbles and the metaphorical 'life' leaves her young body. And the sound of that body hitting the mat reverberates in the still arena, bathed in sparkling, flashing camera lights, for an entire uninterrupted second before the LAW arena erupts into a cacophony of noise. Condemnation and woe clashes with cheer and savagery as the audience is split. But one thing they can agree on: Patrice Juillet is done for.

When Katsumi's foot plants onto the mat again, she's in full power stance, hip cocked, and left fist propped against it with a full, arrogant smirk. She slowly pans her predatory gaze across the warring arena, soaking it all in, before thrusting an index finger into the air - and wiggling it side-to-side. No, no, no. She's not done with the girl yet. And even as the referee is crouching down beside Trice just to make sure she isn't hurt, Katsumi is reaching down to seize a fistful of that golden blonde hair near the scalp. Ignoring the referee's protests, she pulls her French rival up to her feet again, before thrusting her ungloved fist deep into her stomach to double her over. Then, with a yank, she plants Patrice's head between her bare, toned thighs and reaches down to wrap her arms around her waist.

No more checks to see if her opponent is okay. No more options to signal to her that she needs her to go easier on her. She got the message; or what she took from it. She was being too nice. She isn't nice. It doesn't come natural to her. It's an active effort to go against her nature. And tonight, she's accepting that she sucks at it. So the finish she'd decided on would be the least merciful in her repertoire, designed to apply torture before granting her her end.

The arms pull, swinging Patrice up to load the girl onto herself, back to back. Knees bow to try to catch Patrice's ankles, and her hands quickly seize the Frenchgirl's wrists to keep her in place. Leaning forward, Katsumi wrenches on the arms to force Patrice into a backwards arch, a torture rack of a different stroke, while twisting and hyper-extending the arms.

The referee-girl is immediately on her feet and hovering nearby. "Do you give up!? Do you submit!?," she frantically asks her, searching her face while the punkette wracks her in steady, rhythmic pulls. Katsumi doesn't intend to keep her in this position long - just long enough to let the cameras and audience drink in her predicament, to hear her anguished cries, soak in the helplessness and hopelessness of the situation, tortured in the Nightmare Fuel.

In truth, whether the girl submitted here or not, she wasn't done with her. This is just the road to the final lingering image she wants for the audience. But it's impossible for her to lie and say she isn't loving the feel of the other girl's back braced against her own, her wrists in her hands, each flex sending shocks of pain through her slender figure.

[Jaystar]

In some alternate world, Patrice may had appreciated the dramatic flair of the moment. Heck, she might have even done so later, watching through the recordings of her debut. The anticipation, the silence, the suspended crowds witnessing the cute babyface's wobbly standing, her body clearly no longer serving any other purpose than getting taken down by Katsumi Oshiro. And while the kick wasn't a big surprise, it was still a brutal one, and the sight of blonde's body flopping ungraciously to the mat surely earned a collective wince out of them. It almost looked like life indeed left the rookie wrestler's body, and for some, it surely was practically a moment of horror, all the while the Punk Princess was left standing as mighty and dominant as ever.

What a beautiful scene.

Unfortunately, Trice wasn't in an alternate universe. She was in a world of pain, on the edge of consciousness, merely opening her eyes narrowly as the ref came checking in on her. She couldn't be declared out just yet - most likely, by this point to her own detriment - but to a slither of hope for the crowds, who Trice could vaguely recognize pouring their full hatred on Katsumi now. It provided a slight silver lining, in a way... Granted, she wasn't giving them the outcome they were all longing for, but at least her performance had managed to evoke feelings from them, and that's what wrestling was often all about.

Things were wandering now off script though. The babyface was all battered and beaten already, but the punkette wasn't quite happy just yet. Despite the rookie's great showing and brave struggle, the Japanese heel was apparently determined to crush her. Sure, in hindsight, Trice was going to certainly understand why... But now, the way the punkette was pulling her up from the hair once more felt nothing short of daunting. It was hard to even get the French Actress onto her two feet now, and the fist sinking deep into her belly was simply needless and excessive. The blonde girl would have surely doubled over even without it... But apparently adding insult to injury had by now become Katsumi's deal.

The art of the deal continued in some spectacular, yet even more tormenting ways. At first, Trice thought she had found some peace though. Her head getting pulled between Katsumi's toned thighs, the punkette's arms wrapping around her waist... Surely, this was going to be it. All the French Actress needed to do was to take one final Piledriver to conclude this show tonight. Soon, her head was going to brutally hit the canvas, and her body was going to be left lying motionless on the mat, regardless of whether she was going to get knocked out or not. A nice way for the punkette to achieve a dominant ending.

Except that the ending never came. Instead of sent down, Patrice found herself hoisted up, and onto her opponent's back! For a moment, she was merely confused... But soon enough, the excruciating pain followed. Her whole body became locked in place, stretched beyond its limits, wracked mercilessly in almost rhytmic fashion which sent shockwaves of pain through all directions of her slender body - and exhausted cries of pain out of her mouth in unison. Frankly, the blonde babyface was already too worn out and confused to even acknowledge the ref girl's calls for a potential submission, with the rookie wrestler's body completely owned by the punkette... With her stretched out, ample bust being practically the closest spot of her body to the ceiling, and her legs and skirt spread wide while trapped in the hold - probably to the guilty viewing pleasure of many.

[CyanDimitrik]

Guilty for some, certainly. The ones who are booing Katsumi, showering her in scorn for the excessive brutalizing she's laying up on the French rookie. The lot of them, terrified she may be too hurt to wrestle again, furious with the punkette and her thoroughly unsportsmanlike conduct. But then again, Patrice is, as their reptile brain would insist, a sexy blonde French girl. She's ticking a lot of boxes. And with her body splayed and stretched, the curve of her breasts most prominently pushed towards the skylights, her skirt pushed open wide by the ankle-hooking, her trim, slender waist bare and taut with every breath, they'd be the worst kind of liars to pretend they weren't getting some kind of thrill out of watching the torture.

The other half of the audience, however, make no bones about it. They've begun vociferously clamoring for the pain, hooting and shouting at the display, urging the Punkette to destroy the prissy French girl.

Meanwhile, Katsumi marinades Trice in the hold, the torturous suspended animation. She begins winding her arms, adding a rolling, twisting motion to the captured limbs, each pass coaxing the joints to strain just a little harder, a little further before easing back again. The referee can only watch on in increasing horror, urging Trice to voice her submission. "Come on, Juillet-san! Y-you have to say you submit if you give up!"

The arms wind again, and at their apex, Katsumi decides it's time to move on. Suddenly, the Punk Princess straightens her back, slings her arms out to either side, releases the wrists, and drops to the mat. All at once, Trice's upper-body will slingshot forward, careening for a chest-first impact with the mat in ring-shuddering finality.

The Nightmare Bomb, delivered.

[Jaystar]

For a wrestler getting such copious amounts of heat, and despite of their sheer brutality, Katsumi did really have the skill to create some beautiful scenes. And once having gotten unleashed, once having taken the destruction of the beautiful rookie babyface as her primary mission, she was producing them like from a conveyor belt. Trice was always going to admit that after having gotten the chance to review what exactly in this match had made her so famous, and her wallet so thick, despite the pain her bones and joints were probably going to still be feeling when simply reviewing the footage. Even when getting to see herself featured in compilations of "The Nightmare Bomb", in which admittedly, the other girl likely still reigned the more popular victim with her skin-tight attire and juicier body, compared to the slightly jealous French Actress.

Many viewers might have also, perfectly righteously, thought that either Patrice, or the other victims would have simply been foolishly stubborn not to simply submit when getting stretched to their limit. Clearly, the referee did as well. But Astra would have been one to be able to tell them, that in that position, one simply couldn't. Physically. On the other hand, the pain was just so intense, that she was on right on the edge from passing out from the sheer volume of it... But on the other, the rolling, twisting motion was jolting her limbs towards different directions just adequately to keep her brain awake enough. Striking exactly the balance, that made the rookie babyface look merely like a busty little plushy toy.

One that still held strain and weight in her though, as evidenced by what happened next. As soon as the triumphant Punk Princess straightened her back and let go of her prey, the imperiled blonde fell swiftly and haplessly forward, with her bust flattening against the mat, arms wide open, legs spread and face planted into the canvas. The rookie babyface laid motionless, very likely finally knocked out of her misery by the impact... And blown firmly into nightmareland.

[CyanDimitrik]

On Katsumi's side, the landing always felt kind of... unceremonious. Not Patrice's, mind you! Katsumi is being judgmental of her own drop. Just flopping to a seated position all the better to propel her victim against the generally unforgiving mat created quite the thunderous impact and devastating effect. But on the front-side, Katsumi is left sitting, staring out at the audience in a manner somewhat ape-ish. Perhaps the audience would more charitably view it as brutish. She could live with brutish. Far more flattering than how she feels she looks.

Nevertheless, the thought lingers on her mind for only a flash - just long enough for her to passingly think she'd like to find a cooler way to end than flat on her backside. Then the realization that there's no movement behind her brings a smug sense of satisfaction. Whatever miscommunications or fudgery occurred previously in the match, the result is precisely what she wanted; a harsh, definitive end. The foreign girl would not be walking out of this ring victorious over her. Tonight, Patrice would lie dominated beneath her instead. It's enough to cause her to hood her gaze and smirk, glancing off to the side as if to somehow see the blonde behind her.

Her leg swings around, and in a smooth, almost feline motion, she's whirled onto all fours and facing her prey. A hand moves to her hip and she pulls, rolling Trice over onto her back. Crawling forward with sensuous confidence, Katsumi positions herself over the French girl's fallen form and lowers, bringing her body to rest flush against her. Breasts mash into breasts tight enough to share a heartbeat, the heavy thumping reverberations easily amplified by the physical exertion. Bare stomach presses to bare stomach, Katsumi's abdominal tone melding warmly along Patrice's slender, previously abused belly. The excessive, even indulgent skin contact plays prominently on the punkette's mind, challenged only by her hips pushing firmly against Patrice's hips, base to base in a subtle, albeit very deliberate, point of sensually-charged contact. She wants her to feel her over her, conquering her, even in whatever stupor she's in.

Katsumi's hands move to Patrice's wrists, ensuring her arms rest over her head. Then, the gloved hand sets to the French girl's bicep to pin the arm down while the other forearm pushes against the girl's cheek to turn her face away, pressing her into the mat. Katsumi whips her sweat-glistened hair back over a shoulder, letting it frame the opposite side in luxurious blueblack tresses, and she lifts her head to look out at the crowd - then directly at the camera with a predatory smile. Her back arches, pushing her svelte body tighter against Patrice's for a final touch.

The pin is a primal one, emphasizing an almost primitive, animalistic show of power over her fallen rival; claiming her victory over her, securing her body to the mat in her 'rightful' place beneath her. The cameras feast on the sight, the audience roaring for every discernible reason.

The referee-girl drops beside the pair at last to begin counting, just askew enough to not block any of the visual. Her hand strikes the mat.

"ONE!"

[Jaystar]

To be fair, Katsumi's landing probably wasn't the one gaining the lion's share of attention from the crowds. Pretty much everyone was mainly keen on finding out whether Patrice was done. Whether the rookie babyface's end had finally come. Frankly, many of them were probably already begging for it... Even if there were those who might had still held an insatiable appetite for the peril of the slender French blonde.

But there apparently was still something on the menu even for them. If Katsumi had already been very meticulous with providing the blonde babyface's destruction with style, skill and elegance, she certainly turned out wanting to end it all in a very similar fashion. Frankly, the Japanese girl probably could have just left Patrice there and headed backstage, and it would not have taken long for the ref girl to conduct her duties and declare Katsumi Oshiro as the winner. But no, the Punk Princess was determined to make the exact moment of the babyface's defeat another sure-fire part of the highlight reel.

There was a high chance though, that the ending was going to leave the crowds yearning for getting to tune in to a hot, steamy POW session between the two battlers after witnessing the scene. While Patrice herself wasn't going to see all the tantalizing visuals of the moment until when watching the match back, on some level, she did feel how it must have looked like. She did feel Katsumi's belly pressing into hers. She did feel the punkette's breasts squishing her own. She did feel her black-clad hips dominating her own. The gloved hand pinning her exhausted bicep against the mat, and her face getting unceremoniously turned away. She felt all of Katsumi's dominance, and that this scene must have been exactly how this match was always going to be supposed to end like.

In the beginning, the two wrestlers had probably looked rather comparable. Now, Katsumi was the one looking like the meatier, mightier, menacing and magnificient one, a deserving mistress of a hard-luck babyface. And there was no stopping the ref girl from finally declaring exactly that this time.

"TWO!"

"THREE!!!"

[CyanDimitrik]

Each strike of the referee's hand against the mat caused Katsumi's wicked smile to spread just a little further; not in confidence, but in contentment. She knew Patrice was finished. But it didn't feel real until the count was underway, and she felt zero resistance in the body beneath her. It never feels real until that moment.

The audience counted along, and that in itself was euphoric. She's used to being reviled and scorned by crowds. Hell, she leaned into it tonight. But it reaffirms something she always knew - she can be her unapologetic self in the ring. Anywhere else, and she'll be hated, knocked down, rejected. But here, in the world of professional wrestling, she can be seen as the 'enemy' - but she's still giving them what they want. They want to see a bully fight a good, clean, morally upstanding girl. They want to see that struggle. And sometimes, they want to see the badguy win. But no matter what way the wind is blowing, they always want the fight - the strong personalities, and the final display of dominance over the other.

It's electrical. It makes her entire body tingle. And the fact that she's lying sensually over a warm, inviting, albeit slightly bony pillow isn't doing anything to lessen that.

The referee lifts to her knees and waves an arm to signal the bell.

*DING* *DING* *DING*

"Your winner by pinfall!," begins the announcer. "KATSUMIIIII! OOOOSHIROOOO!"

The Punk Princess doesn't budge yet. The referee hovers awkwardly, waiting, but Katsumi is busy. She finally exhales a breath she didn't realize she was holding, and allows herself to absorb the full sensation of the victory. Everything radiates and pulses within her, from the buzz of the audience clamoring either their approval or disapproval, the heavy thrumming of her music blaring over the speakers, all the way to the feel of the female under her. Perhaps mostly the latter, now that the count is finished.

She's pinned girls before. She's pinned lots of girls. It's kind of her job. But Patrice was an interesting duckie. She didn't just want to wrestle, she wanted to collude on some level. She made the match fun, for what parts she felt they were on the same page. And that puts her in a different light; it makes her more interesting. And as the seconds tick away, and the audience gets to watch Katsumi linger and lounge lavishly upon Patrice, the punkette retraces the match in her mind while letting the feeling of her supple body permeate her senses. The way they bantered at the beginning, how she looked at her when her eyes were revealed, the confusion on her face when she refused to abuse her breasts, the adorkable moment shared when Patrice was pinning her... Katsumi's head tilts to look down at the girl's face, turned as it is against the mat; with some affection, at that.

Whatever awkward miscommunication they had, she hopes it isn't too bad. She kind of likes her. And now that she's just lying over her in dominant fashion for the sake of it, having already conquered her, she can relish the feel of it all; the perky breasts pressing into her own, feeling every subtle but insistent swell of her chest as she breathes against her; the smooth warmth and definition of Trice's bare stomach melded to her own; the inviting curvature of the girl's limp hips, Katsumi's insistently docked tight against them. Though it would be subtle to the outside world, she adds a little something - a rolling grind of her body over Patrice's, hopeful in some way that the feel of her body rubbing into the blonde's would rouse her beneath her; the motion is deliberately sensual, doing absolutely nothing to hide her intent of grinding hips against hips, stroking belly to belly, and shoving breasts against breasts.

Finally, her head lowers close to Patrice's. "I like you," she whispers into that conveniently close ear, breath heated against her skin. "Find me."

What to the audience would likely appear to be just an added dose of teasing for their viewing pleasure is more a hopeful attempt to not lose contact with her.

[Jaystar]

No, the end result was a surprise to no one. Patrice had played the part of a debuting babyface well, but Katsumi had faced little difficulty with being the established heel, who was always going to mercilessly ensure that the rookie's dreams were destined to come crashing down. But what might had become as a surprise at least to some, and eventually for Trice at least, was just how good she had looked doing so. Loved or hated, especially with the conclusion, she seemed to know exactly what the crowds really wanted to see... And despite this having been a very innocent match, by LAW standards at least, the moment after the ref girl finally called the match seemed to hold a surprising degree of sex appeal.

Sure, there was a substantial amount of dominance in the air too. But in wrestling, dominance and sex appeal were often inseparable... And apparently, and also rather surprisingly to the French Actress, Katsumi seemed determined to milk the moment. No, her senses were far from recovered yet, as the defeated rookie still laid out exhausted and only semi-conscious on the mat, but she did notice that the Punk Princess was having no hurry with getting up. If anything, the punkette seemed to relish in the moment of having conquered the babyface, potentially wanting to ensure maximum imagery of her moment of victory... But there seemed to be something else to it too. The way her body moved, as subtle as it was, did not feel like being just for the show and looks of it... No, curiously, it almost felt like the punkette would have longed for getting to continue dominating the slender blonde's body in some other ways too.

Shame that this wasn't a POW match...

Truthfully, a POW match would have probably been a bit too much for Patrice to take tonight, at least as this was her debut. This ending had been already perfect as it was... But especially her subconscious mind was already starting to ponder, how could Katsumi dominate in a naughtier scenario. For some reason, Trice had the underlying sensation, that the punkette could play that kind of part very well too...

The moment was getting overly long by now though. Patrice was almost woken up enough to open her eyes and see what was going on... Why was Katsumi still on top of her? When finally, she heard a curious whisper in her ear...

So, she liked her. She wanted her to find her.

Trice tried hard to remain as expressionless as possible. This wasn't the moment. This wasn't the moment that she could open her eyes, or respond anything to her opponent. This was the moment that she had to lay exhausted, defeated beneath the victorious, dominant Punk Princess. This wasn't the moment that she could give out any hints of collusion, or amicability with her opponent. That wouldn't have suited the script - at all. She needed to simply keep her eyes closed, and let everyone believe that she simply hated Katsumi for trashing her in her debut.

Only when the lights would eventually go dark, would Patrice swiftly roll out of the ring, and disappear into the darkness. But inevitably, questions over her opponent's words were going to fill her mind again... What exactly had the Punk Princess meant? Did she now have a mission? And what could it lead to?

[CyanDimitrik]

With the message delivered, Katsumi knew it was time to go. Sure, there was lingering reluctance, but she didn't want the poor girl to feel dominated in a bad way. In her mind, there's a difference. A definite difference.

Pulling herself back off of Trice's pleasantly slender figure, Katsumi first rests on her knees, looking down at her. And then, with the persistent and nagging pokes and nudges from the referee, Katsumi lifts to her full height. Her wrist is taken, and her arm raised high into the air. The other arm raises as well, along with a deliberate cocking of the hip at an angle, smug smirk playing on her face. Cameras flash, capturing the image - Patrice lying flat on her back, pitiful and beaten, while the referee holds the arm of the renegade, wearing an expression as if to challenge the very notion that it could've ended any differently.

When her arm is released, Katsumi snags her jacket, slips between the ropes, and sashays her way up the ramp to vanish backstage. Hands lift again, simultaneously acknowledging and blocking out the fans at either side.

And with the referee crouching over Patrice to ensure she isn't injured, the lights dim and fade, giving her her opportunity to vanish.

Winner by Pinfall: Katsumi Oshiro