Dash Sealgair vs Katsumi Oshiro: The Punk Princess vs The Rainbow Warrior!

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

This was definitely not the first impression Dash wanted to send out to people when this match started, she had wanted to impress people with her speed and skill in a fast paced affair. But now, so early in the match, she was being pinned down on her front, with Katsumi completely on top of her, squeezing tightly around her midsection, pressing into her belly, squeezing her slim ribs, and making a point of releasing the hold, briefly, just to start squeezing all over again!

It wasn't enough to make her submit, Dash was tougher than that, but it was an unflattering and uncomfortable situation for her to be in.

But that wasn't the worst part of the hold.

The worst of it, by far, was having Katsumi's body, a beautiful, athletic, firm body, as Dash could feel against her back, pressing against her body, the skimpy attire of both fighters causing there to be plenty of bare skin on both of them, now rubbing against each other. Thighs on thighs, Katsumi's waist pressing against Dash's cute butt, feeling her opponents breasts pressing into her back, and especially her cheek rubbing against Dash's own, as her opponent whispered too her, trying to...motivate her? Taunt her?

Regardless, it had as much effect on taking away Dash's breath away as the squeezing hold was, with the light blush on the rainbow haired teenagers face glowing a deeper shade of red as Katsumi practically nuzzled her! Normally, Dash wouldn't mind the attention, being a natural flirt herself, but this was her second match in the company, and the first one in front of a massive crowd, leaving her feeling self conscious!

"Urrrgh...I-I would...never submit...this early into a match!" She finally responded to Katsumi, shaking her head no when the referee asked if she wanted to give up. She reached out with her arms, and began trying to drag both of their bodies closer to the ropes, knowing she'd need a rope break to get this girl off of her and stop making her feel so breathless and awkward!

[CyanDimitrik]

"Good..!," Katsumi whispers. "Thattagirl.."

Katsumi remains latched against Dash's back, hips pressed against the other girl's rear to anchor herself to her. Every few breaths the teenager takes, Katsumi faintly loosens the squeeze on her stomach to let her get a few breaths back into her lungs before clamping inwards again, biceps flexing, arms digging into her toned midsection. Her own stomach presses squarely into Dash's lower back, skin melded against skin unabashedly. The soft curvature of her breasts push against the girl's upper-back, easily letting her feel each individual gold stud of her bralet against her.

Katsumi tosses her head back, whipping her hair up and over to cascade to the right side, while she continues to press her left cheek against Dash's right cheek. To the audience, it looks like pure bullying, overwhelming the younger girl with her physical presence. And the redness in Dash's cheeks? Strain, pain, and stress! That's all that is! Of course, the image of Katsumi's slender, sleek body locked hard against Dash's isn't lost on them, either. But for Katsumi, herself, her focus is on weakening the new girl but not too badly. She said she wouldn't submit this early. Maybe she should test it?

The first shift of Dash's knee to try to move forward, and Katsumi pushes her torso harder against the girl's back. Her arms suddenly clamp inwards, digging in beneath the ribs and burying her wrists into the pit of her stomach to all at once give as tight a sustained crush as she could muster. There's no relenting this time. There's no pause. No easing up on the hold. Katsumi only shifts a knee to slide forward, bringing her inner thigh to settle along Dash's outer thigh, her hips kept locked tight against the girl's backside.

"If you can take it.. I won't ease up..," Katsumi whispers. Each word causes the corner of her lips the graze against Dash's cheek. "But.. don't.. be too stubborn.. I really.. hnn..!" Squeeze. "..really..." Squeeze! "..really..!" SQUEEZE! "..don't want you.. submitting to this..!"

It's a little indulgent. Katsumi's not exactly immune to the sensation of the younger girl's body trapped against hers, and she's always favored the stomach. This sustained pressure, grinding inwards against the belly, it just lets her torture the girl while feeling out her muscletone.