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!

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"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.

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Dash was not in a good way at the moment. As soon as she had tried to move forward, Katsumi moved on her, squeezing tightly and this time giving her no chance to get her air back, pressing her body so tightly against Dash's that the rainbow haired teen could feel the spokes on her opponents outfit pressing into her back, feeling their thighs touch and the girls hips press hard against her cute tight butt, all culminating to make Dash's breath come out in short gasps, her face growing redder as her beautiful opponent taunted her with each squeeze, lips brushing against Dash's cheek with each word.

In another situation, Dash would probably be loving this and looking to flirt back, but with all her air being used up, she couldn't speak, and her body was starting to tremble from the lack of air. While still determined not to submit, but knowing she couldn't reach the ropes, Dash racked her brain for an idea...and cape up with one, a very risky one, but one that might just work! Rather than try to move forward, she reached backwards, grabbing Katsumi's thighs, before throwing her body to the side, trying to roll both girls onto their back, where, if successful, Dash would end up on top, pinning Katsumi down as the referee dropped to her knees to start the pin count!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's focused purely on the other girl's body. In a number of ways, sure. She's feeling a generous amount of her warm skin against her, and every tough muscle of her abdominal region resisting being crushed - for as long as it might hold out. She can feel the curvature of her rear pressing against her hips. She can feel her stomach straining against her arms with each pained gasp. Every shudder that runs through Dash's frame is Katsumi's to enjoy, her heart racing against the other girl's shoulder.

But it isn't just for the thrill of carnal competition, of a primal struggle to assert dominance. She's wanting to make sure she doesn't go too far yet. She wants the girl beaten. But she doesn't want her beaten too easily. Not for the audience, not for Dash's career. Besides, it's more fun to play with your food. So she's trying to watch for the physiological signs of Dash's body betraying her, the resistance weakening, her figure starting to slack.

Instead, the waistlock bearhug is cast in a different direction. She feels Dash's hands go to her thighs instead, helpfully pulling Katsumi's hips harder against her. It earns a soft, but noticeable inhale against the teen's ear. And then, in a surprising twist, they're sent tumbling down! Katsumi's arms still wrapped around Dash's stomach, but now with the other girl's bodyweight leveraged back against her, her gold-toed boots in the air!

"Aah-!"

"ONE!"

The legs kick!

"TWO!"

With a sharp twist, Katsumi throws Dash's body aside, releasing her waist. The thighs similarly twist, hips bucking once against her to send her tumbling and narrowly avoid a sudden pinfall.

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

So close so close so close-Damnit!

Dashs clever flash pin attempt was almost, but not quite, enough to get her the win, and Katsumi was able to buck her off of her body, then rainbow haired teen rolling to the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, getting distance between the two girls as the match continued.

Panting, a tinge of red still on her face, Dash started pushing herself up to her feet, one hand rubbing her still sore stomach, keeping an eye on Katsumi as she flashed a grin at her opponent.

"Almost got you there! You're definitely a good grappler, but if you underestimate me, ill catch you like that!" She exclaimed, snapping her fingers for emphasis!

[CyanDimitrik]

As soon as Dash's weight was off of her, the referee tossed up her hands to declare no fall.

Katsumi twists onto hands and knees to peer after the teenager, lips pursed into a moue. Then her eyes narrow. There's something behind those peepers other than annoyance, however; it's humor. She doesn't even want to dislike Dash.

"What, should I start goin' harder on ya?," she chides.

Pushing, Katsumi lifts to her full height and waits for Dash to achieve equal footing. Her hands raise, fingers splayed at the ready to receive the younger grappler in whatever fashion she approaches. But Katsumi has other ideas, regardless! She begins her approach, and as she draws near, she attempts to catch the other girl with a toekick aimed for the stomach!

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

Despite the early going of the match going in Katsumis favor, Dash was having a good time. She had a feisty, beautiful, clever opponent, and feeling Katsumis body rubbing against her felt... honestly really hot.

To Dashs credit, she was ready when Katsumi attacked, catching the older womans leg when she tried her kick, grabbing her foot and under her thigh, fingers stroking at the soft flesh.

"Caught ya!" She said with a grin, before twisting her body, trying to flip Katsumi sideways and jerk her leg with a dragon screw attack!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's eyes widen when her kick was caught! She actually wasn't expecting that! The teenager is still pretty spry! And in the shock, she doesn't notice the girl's fingers appreciatively petting the Punk Princess's captive thigh.

Rather, Katsumi hops on one leg to maintain her balance, her arms to either side. "Leggo!," she barks at her, eyes narrowed and expression pinched.

Unfortunately, that's not how that's going to work. Dash twists with the captive leg, spiraling Katsumi's balance and bringing the knee to bank off of the mat. "Aagh!" Katsumi rolls over onto her back, her arms protectively drawing her right knee close to her chest.

[The_Soul_of_Kia]

"Yes! Gotcha!" Dash exclaimed with excitement. After how well Katsumi had controlled her early in the match, Dash was eager to get on the offensive.

She turned her body, her back to Katsumi, before jumping up as high as she could, kicking her legs out and flipping backwards, trying to land chest first onto Katsumis beautiful body with a standing moonsault!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi let out a little grumble in response to Dash's cheer. She wasn't particularly regretting going a little easier on her, but still! Now she has a knee that's aching!

No sooner does she uncurl from her position than she finds Dash landing chest-first across her body! Katsumi bucks up briefly from the impact with a, "GUH!," before she flops to rest again on the mat. Arms lie spread to either side, one knee steepled, bare midsection rising and falling heavily with each breath. Her eyes are screwed shut for a moment, trying to recollect herself.