The Wrong Crusade - Katsumi Oshiro vs Rhea Knight

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The reversal to the hold is a little bit of a struggle, but the result is a satisfying one. The pressure on Katsumi's back is immediately alleviated as she twists over, suddenly dropping with a short-range bodysplash. Katsumi's toned stomach lands directly across Rhea's belly. Upon impact, Katsumi instantly arches her back to press her midsection hard across Rhea's stomach, pushing in tight against her. Propped with one elbow on the mat, the other arm reaches back to hook the girl's thigh and pull it up alongside her waist. She can feel her squirming, but she might eke out a quick pinfall this way!

Recognizing the position, the referee-girl drops down beside the pair to begin slapping the mat. "ONE!"

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Rhea gasped as Katsumi’s toned stomach crashed down onto hers, forcing the air from her lungs. “Ughh—!” The sudden weight pressing into her midsection left her squirming, struggling for breath as Katsumi hooked her thigh, locking her in tight.

The referee's hand slapped the mat. "ONE!"

Rhea twisted, her body jerking instinctively. Katsumi’s hold was tight, but Rhea wasn’t about to let it end like this. "TWO!"

Digging her heels into the mat, she pushed off with all the strength she could muster, twisting her body hard to the side. With a final grunt, she managed to roll her shoulder up just before the count got to "THREE!" The pin was broken, but Rhea knew she had to act fast—Katsumi wouldn't give her another chance.

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Katsumi was taking the moment for all it was worth; a final fall in a reversed submission hold wouldn't exactly be the satisfying ending she'd had in mind for Rhea, but it might've been embarrassing enough to put a bit of a damper on the English girl's mood. Besides, it gave her a moment to let her back relax again, her weight settled flat across the other girl's stomach.

She can feel her core muscles tensing against her, Rhea clearly not done with fighting back. But Katsumi arches herself tighter against Rhea's slender figure, pushing her stomach firmly against the other girl's. She feels her waist twisting against her, struggling, and Katsumi pulls the other girl's thigh tighter against her side.

There's the two-count...!

And Rhea manages to push hard, bringing a shoulder up off the mat! No fall!

Katsumi is kind of relieved at that. Pleased, even. Enough to raise just enough off of the other girl to pull her over onto her stomach, swing a leg over, and mount atop Rhea's rear in a deliberately low position. Reaching forward, she grabs for the girl's elbows to draw back and hook over her own knees, then hook her hands beneath Rhea's chin to pull backwards in a tight arch, attempting to wrench her spine in a full camel clutch!

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Rhea felt the pressure build up as Katsumi's weight pressed harder against her stomach. The core strength of her opponent was undeniable, but the position was uncomfortable, and the struggle to break free was becoming more difficult with every passing second.

She felt her muscles burning as she fought to push up off the mat, her body twisting under Katsumi’s hold. A brief flash of relief washed over her as her shoulder lifted off the canvas, narrowly avoiding the pin. But before she could regain her balance, Katsumi was already moving swiftly, pulling her over onto her stomach with ease.

Rhea’s heart pounded in her chest, but she wasn't about to give up without a fight. She could feel Katsumi mount her rear, her legs locking around her in a tight grip. She immediately tried to claw at the mat, trying to push herself up or create any sort of movement, but it was futile as Katsumi’s knees dug into her spine before she made her escape attempt.

Desperation set in as Katsumi reached forward, grabbing her elbows and forcing them back over her own knees. Rhea’s breath hitched as Katsumi then hooked her hands under Rhea’s chin, pulling her into an arch. The pain in her back intensified, and Rhea screamed out in frustration, her body trembling.

She tried to fight back, her hands clawing at Katsumi’s arms around her neck, digging into the muscle in a desperate attempt to pry them off or at the very least relieve some pressure off her back.

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Katsumi had to give it to the girl; from the get-go, she was more defiant than she would've looked. And she kept fighting back. Too many opponents were veritable punching bags, especially those newer to the ring. And feeling her struggling with her every step of the way to securing the submission hold, she had to at least appreciate her spirit. But in the end, the moment those arms were secured back and over her thighs, Katsumi knew she had her right where she wanted her. And poor Rhea had to know it, too.

Hands lace together beneath her chin, and she pulls back, steadily raising Rhea's upper-body backwards between her thighs. Hearing her screams, the pain would have to be intense, and she's loving every second of it. Her hips shift a little as she leans back, slowly trying to pry her further and further backwards until she's presenting the front of Rhea's slender, toned body to the audience and cameras - chest pushed out and midsection taut, every breath taken immediately visible in the heave of her chest and tension in her belly.

Katsumi hisses as the other girl claws at her arms, teeth gritting. "What!?," she demands. "You liked stretchin' me out, you don't wanna feel it yourself!?" Her inner-thighs lightly squeeze against Rhea's ribs, struggling to pull the girl's chin back just enough to point her face up at the ceiling.

The referee hovers close, ready to signal the bell and call the match at the first sign of a tapout!

But similar to the pin moments ago, Katsumi's inwardly hoping she can endure the hold. She's not done with her yet. And it's more exciting and impressive all around - to herself, even! - if the girl can withstand this amount of punishment. Though the struggling begins to see her grip falter, likely giving some relief to the harsh angle of the submission hold.