Julie O'Reilly vs Katsumi Oshiro - Folding Velvet

[Jaystar]

Katsumi may not have possessed much clues on how to be sultry and seductive, but to her luck, she possessed many of the qualities that Julie held some inherent weaknesses to. Of course, none of them were something that she was ever going to openly admit to! But still... Katsumi did carry herself in all the right ways. A gorgeous body, dressed like a baddie, seemingly confident, and thus, likely dominant in bed, and overall just... Pretty and sexy as hell. Someone, who was exactly the reason for Julie to have gotten into wrestling in the first place. In hopes of fighting against, that was... Well of course, Julie was a longstanding wrestling fangirl too, with a special... Intrigue towards the sport too, but that was only half of the story, really.

The tricky part for the Velvet Hood was that in the end, wrestling was indeed all about inflicting pain. And while she would admittedly be able to enjoy some of it, matches still tended to bring more than she had bargained for. And after all, at least in theory, her goal was to actually do and perform as well in the ring as she could... With her limited skills and experience, that was.

And of course, she enjoyed the attention too! Unfortunately though, the most important attention given to her right now was delivered in the form of Katsumi's painful wrenches of her body. Julie wouldn't have dared to call them submission holds... But they were clever and inventive still. A brief thought of expecting the ref girl to come save her did cross her mind... Before she promptly reminded herself that there were no disqualifications in this match. And for all the sexiness of the opponent she was facing tonight, Julie also got the distinct feeling that the Punk Princess was also very much interested in putting her through a world of pain.

Of course, it was up to Julie to save herself from that fate. Right now she just didn't have clues on how to do it. The leg had been her best plan for now, but Katsumi's simple glance lower down already told the gingerhead, that there was no way it was going to work.

Thus, the following scream triggered by the Punk Princess leaning backwards once again was not only for the immense pain, but for the frustration of the realization that Julie was trapped too. Right now the punkette's words seemed more true, not that there was ever a question about it, and the cute Irish girl was clearly already in a predicament. The only thing she could think of as a means of trying to escape now was to abandon her plan of trying to wrap her legs around Katsumi's own... But instead perhaps use the other one to try driving her knee into any part of the punkette's body that it could reach with any significant enough momentum! But there was a high chance that it could turn out to be just as a hapless attempt as her prior one had been...

[CyanDimitrik]

There's the scream Katsumi was hoping for, what she craves in her matches. It draws a contented purr from the Punkette, her gaze half-lidded and locked on Julie's face. If she can just wear out her arms enough, she'll be practically defenseless! But to her surprise, the leg snakes further around her, as if trying to draw her closer. And Katsumi obliges, easing the pressure on the arms for another round of letting Julie catch her breath.

A knee thumps up against Katsumi's hip! Thankfully not the area between the legs, but the point is made! Julie's still resisting! It forces a surprised grunt from the punkette, even as she's bodily pressed into Julie's generously exposed form. And at last, Katsumi decides to relent enough to give the audience something new to witness and enjoy - the next chapter in her burgeoning book of Ways to Break O'Reilly. But first...

Katsumi presses herself tighter into Julie's figure, breasts pushed into the ginger's curves. Her heart beats rapidly against Julie's chest, racing at what is clearly extra-curricular touch. Her bare stomach's muscletone feeling every contour of Julie's abdominals, her hips nuzzled up between Julie's legs. Her hands travel along her wrists, fingertips grazing over her arms. Her head tilts past Julie's, bringing her lips closer to her ear.

"I promise you're gonna submit to me before the sun comes up..."

And then she's unhooking Julie's arms from the ropes and bringing her arms around the girl's waist to begin pulling her away. Still locked bodily with her, unshy about the excessive contact as they make their way to the center of the ring.

[Jaystar]

The way in which this match had started off was certainly unique, at least compared to what Julie had experienced before. There was this surprisingly intimate body contact from her opponent, that had now persisted pretty much for the entirety of the match so far... But that was also interspersed with moments of vicious pain. It was obvious that the Punk Princess knew her way inside a ring... And that Julie was clearly lacking in experience from facing an opponent like her.

Of course, she had to still try. She hadn't arrived in this ring tonight to be putty, or to make herself look completely hapless. Naturally, she had every intention of proving that a cute, velvety girl could pose a threat to such a punkette like Katsumi! And that's why she needed to try driving her knee against the Japanese girl's hips!

At first, Julie was happy to hear the grunt from her opponent! Perhaps she had managed to startle her, and force her to finally retreat...?

Wrong. Instead of retreating, the Punk Princess only presssed herself tighter against the Velvet Hood.

This was bad. The curves or their breasts were now getting smushed against each other. Their bellies were now touching, and Julie could almost feel the strength of Katsumi's abs against her skin. Their hips had become intertwined. Katsumi's hands had practically captured her wrists, and the punkette's lips were once again ever-so-close to the gingerhead's ear.

This was certainly a terribly enticing scene. Positively so for the audience, terrifyingly so for Julie O'Reilly.

At this rate, Julie could tell that she was quickly losing her will to fight, her capability to resist. And even if she hated to admit it, Katsumi seemed to know exactly how to play her.

The Irish girl had to bite her lips hard, not to inadvertently let out "I know..." as a response to the punkette's latest words.

And she was doubly happy she had done so, once she recalled that submissions weren't going to end this match - her words must had already meant the PoW part.

Still, for now, there was no way out of Katsumi's grip for the Irish girl. Even if she could finally feel her arms getting unhooked, erasing the imminent danger of more pain by devious holds for them, the punkette's arms still had a firm grip around her waist... And the gingerhead was following her experienced opponent towards the center of the ring in seemingly much less defiant, and much more cooperating way than a wrestler in her position probably should have.

[CyanDimitrik]

Cooperative, if a bit unsurprising, to Katsumi's reckoning. She'd never considered herself particularly seductive. But something about this match, with this girl, feels like it clicks easily. It's playing directly into her wheelhouse; beating up on Julie gets her motor going. Confidence is her weakness. Possibly the sensation of body contact, the girl's kryptonite. Katsumi's not immune to the effects of the latter, herself - each breath a little more heated than before, every exhale a wash of warmth against Julie's neck and shoulder.

Once standing center ring with her seemingly willing victim, Katsumi takes just a moment to finally lock eyes with her again. They're pretty. But she's searching them. How much does she want this? How much does this ginger girl want to be punished before giving herself up to her? Is she ready for a signature move already? Could Katsumi honestly resist giving her one now?

No, that temptation is far too great. Their bodies lined up, already feeling Julie's belly against her own. It'd be too easy.

The Punk Princess draws her arms further around Julie's narrow waist, ensuring no space escapes between them. Pounding heart presses to pounding heart, the curvature of her breasts meeting the ginger's. Her back arches a little to try to hoist Julie slightly off her feet, bracing her body to herself, indulging in the feel of her figure on her. This brings hips tighter to hips, bases touching. And Katsumi's arms flex, squeezing around the captive waist, starting to slowly build pressure - bringing Julie's stomach to press harder and harder in against Katsumi's in a bearhug.

Those familiar with the punkette's moveset would know this is only going one direction: to a Shutdown signature move. But the idea is to weaken the other girl first. And Katsumi deeply wants to focus on Julie's eyes and watch the resistance in them as she pants through parted lips.

[Jaystar]

Admittedly, Julie shouldn't have made it look this easy. What she was counting on though was that Katsumi's previous hold on her had been inventive enough, and it could have probably been credibly believed that she was still being stuck in some form of it in one way or another as the Japanese girl was pulling her towards the center of the ring... Or at the very least, there was obvious body contact, and the two were locked with each other. At least Julie didn't appear as one to shy away from that.

She wasn't shying away from the eye contact either - but admittedly, she wasn't immune to its effects by any means. As captivating as Katsumi's eyes might had been, Julie was also incredibly curious to know what thoughts were hiding behind them... It wasn't as if the Punk Princess would have been easy for the Irish girl to read. Especially as she had now made their way to the center of the ring... What was she up to?

"Can't get enough of me, huh?" was the gingerhead's seemingly somewhat taunting question... Even if she couldn't help blushing just a little and biting her lip after letting out the words. They still had just the proper amount of defiance in them, while also presenting Katsumi with a genuine question to answer. Because Julie was curious to know indeed...

Before Julie even realized it though, the response had already been started to get given in the form of the punkette's arms wrapping tighter and further around her waist, and their bodies getting squeezed ever tighter together... Only when the gingerhead could feel herself getting hoisted off her feet, did she realize the direction where this was heading to. And as the pressure was just oh-so-light at first, the intrigue of getting herself pressed tighter against Katsumi was simply overwhelming the urge to offer resistance.

All of which was something that Julie started quickly realizing, as the punkette's arms began flexing and squeezing harder, and the hold had transitioned into a full bearhug. Truthfully, Julie hadn't considered the Punk Princess to be the type to pull one off... But now that it turned out she was, she was quickly finding another weakness of hers in the hands of the punkette. The tight, confident, dominant body contact... Ohh!

Still, The Velvet Hood was once again becoming acutely alert of the need to not appear like some willing plushy toy. She eventually started squirming, seemingly doing her everything to get out of the tightening bearhug, if not for anything else than for her own viewing pleasure should she want to reminisce the events from the tapes later... But Katsumi could probably feel that her resistance wasn't all that desperate or genuine. Even if the Irish girl seemed to claim otherwise! "I'm not... This... Easy!!!"

Unfortunately, Julie's enchanted eyes might just have deceived her.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi was still figuring her out; enchanting little storytime maiden that she appeared to have captive in her arms, crushing the slender waist into her own. Every second brought them tighter together, Katsumi's abdominal region tensed to meet Julie's, at first with only the sensation of what resistance Julie's own belly might provide in muscletone, the warmth of the bare skin contact, and the steady pressure of the embrace itself. But soon, the squirming began creating a more heated friction; with busts lacking anywhere to go, bralette rubs to bralette, and hips bump to hips.

Yet there remains a certain... insincerity in the struggle. Maybe it's because she'd just gotten out of the ring with an actress who enjoyed playing things up, that she's catching hints of this and not letting herself believe she's simply that much stronger than her opponent. Granted, she does believe that. But in this case, there's more to it.

A wicked smile draws across Katsumi's features, and she decides to indulge in the ride a little longer. She rocks back on her heels, only to thrust her body tighter against Julie's to re-emphasize the squeeze, leaning hard into her belly-first, breast-second.

"Somethin' tells me...," she says, voice a little low and coy, "...that you're not used to bein' squeezed... by people hot like me, are ya?"

Full arrogance. Full self-assuredness. She's never felt more attractive than when she believes someone is developing the proverbial heart-eyes in her direction. It's still kind of a new feeling, since the makeover, and it's addicting.

Her hips shimmy, forcing a jostling shake of the girl compressed against her body before coming to rest again. Every breath Katsumi draws, Julie can feel. Every beat of her heart reverberates against Julie's chest. Each exhale, a beat of warmth against her face.

"To answer your question... I guess squeezin' the life outta ya is kind'a...," she pauses, her back arching to deliver a subtle, but deep grind of her body against Julie's, an unavoidably shuddered breath escaping her before she finishes, "...y'know."

[Jaystar]

Honestly, Julie wasn't intending to make this so easy for Katsumi. She wasn't intending to coy the Punk Princess into providing her any more of guilty pleasure. She was genuinely trying to get something out of the Japanese girl, understand what she was all about, what was she going for... She was adamantly trying to give out a feisty impression of herself, not an impression of someone who thrived on being a spunky plaything for strong and sexy opponents inside the ring...

...And probably, she was failing miserably at it. Especially, as the longer the hold went on, the further it tightened, the more intricate Katsumi's words, adjustments and actions became, and the clearer it became that the Punk Princess was determined to give the brave gingerhead exactly what she was secretly longing for - especially with someone like Katsumi.

Such a shame.

Namely, the fact that Julie couldn't just surrender herself to it. She had to make an attempt to at least appear defiant, and someone who was determined to deliver comeuppance to the punkette!

That part wasn't going particularly well though. Especially not as the tighter the bearhug became, the harder the rivets of Katsumi's black top pressed against Julie's softer blue velvet bra and breasts, and her blue velvet thong getting ground against the punkette's hips... And the relative weakness of Julie's slender form becoming more apparent compared to the Japanese wrestler's stronger, flexing form.

Still, Julie had at least attempted to squirm, attempted to seemingly fight her way free... Until Katsumi once again opened her mouth.

The punkette received instant proof of her words having hit a spot. The right or wrong one, that was subjective... But Julie's solace was that there was no way that the crowds could have heard those words. Perhaps that was part of the reason, why she so clearly allowed them to get into her head.

No, Julie hadn't gotten used to being squeezed like this. Not for a long time, at least... And not by someone like Katsumi.

Well, except for her dreams and fantasies, that was. But that wasn't the point.

Julie didn't bother to answer. She didn't need to answer - in words. But the way in which she kept on blushing further, how she couldn't help biting her lip, how she could no longer look Katsumi in the eye, flopping her head backwards as if in peril instead... That probably told the Punk Princess enough.

Apparently, the Japanese girl hadn't told Julie quite enough yet though. Not before she still decided to answer the Irish girl's initial question... And not only by words, but an incredibly heated body grind too.

That grind got a lot of moving inside Julie... And her movement to cease on the outside. She had already made the effort of trying to desperately escape the punkette's embrace... And now she could show everyone that that particular fight was over. No, Julie wasn't knocked out by any means... But she did go rather limp, making it look to everyone like the mighty Punk Princess had indeed managed to squeeze the life out of the cute gingerhead.

Which, truthfully, she pretty much had done by now too.

[CyanDimitrik]

Of the most unorthodox matches Katsumi has ever wrestled, this was certainly one of them. And yet, her mind was anywhere but on how atypical it was. Her focus rested purely on the ginger before her, on the feel of her supple body clenched hard into herself, the swell of her breasts each time she breathes, how their hips brush together in fine friction...

The more Julie struggles in her arms - or doesn't, as the case becomes - the more intoxicating. Every shifts, every flexing attempt to breath deeply, every grind of her toned body against hers, sent electric needles racing through her core. When Julie's head flops back as if succumbing to the pressure, Katsumi's heart begins to race. She increases the pressure around her waist, grinding their stomachs together harder, eager, yearning for that physical submission...!

And suddenly, there it was. Julie's body goes limp. Katsumi had never squeezed a girl into submission before like this. There'd always been fantasies of physically dominating someone so thoroughly, but this took that fancy and turned it into something deeply sensual, more than the primal urge to conquer Julie in a wrestling match.

The audience is a distant clamor.

Katsumi quickly drops to the mat with her ginger prey. She lies herself flush atop her, refusing to break the hold on her body, at least at first. No, her first priority is to intensify the contact; no guesswork here, no doubts between them. Her knees push Julie's apart, and the punkette's body arches, pressing her hips hard into Julie's for what is unmistakably sexual, craving contact with her. Her arms finally withdraw from her waist to seize her by the wrists, seeking to pin them down at either side of her head.

Once all is in place, Katsumi lying face-to-face with the European girl, bodily pinning her to the mat, she begins a deliberately deep grind. Breasts rub firmly to her breasts, the smooth, bare skin of her stomach stroking along Julie's toned belly in an indulgence of skin contact. But the hips get the majority of her focus, arching herself against Julie firmly in a heavy, pumping forward-and-back stroke, deliberately brushing herself against the other girl.

[Jaystar]

Initially, Julie's form going limp in Katsumi's dominant embrace was intended to serve, at least partly, as a dramatic element on display for the crowds... But in reality, the Japanese girl's grip getting ever so tighter ended up turning the apparent breaking of the gingerhead's body a genuine thing. Sure, part of the said breaking was psychological... But without such strength and physical dominance behind it, Julie may have had the option of deciding to still show some further signs of struggle.

But now, all the options had gotten squeezed out of her. Julie may had not submitted the match, but her body was certainly reeling in submission for the powerful Punk Princess.

No, how this match had gone so far, and especially this scene, weren't going to do anything to help the Velvet Hood's developing jobber-y reputation. But despite the Irish girl's mind remembering that fact, there was just too much guilty pleasure to be found in the helplessness of having gotten caught in the punkette's wrath.

What wasn't helping was that Katsumi wasn't acting as Julie had anticipated - at all. Like now... After the gingerhead's body had gotten succumbed to the punkette's squeeze, Julie would have expected to get ragdolled, thrown around, suplexed, anything that would have allowed Katsumi to showcase her abilities as a wrestler at Julie's expense.

But she did not seem to be interested in any of that. Instead, she seemed to be more interested in showcasing how she could conquer, own, and dominate an inexperienced cutie like Julie.

It was certainly unexpected. But Julie couldn't complain. There was much more pleasure to be found in getting defeated this way... Even if that pleasure was still guilty.

There might have been POW privileges at play after this match tonight, but if you asked Julie, Katsumi was already acting like they would have been on a bed. The weakened gingerhead got laid down rather gingerly on the mat, even if her body was still completely under Katsumi's control. There was not a single sign of resistance from the Irish girl as the punkette ground her body even tighter against hers, and shifted from squeezing her to pinning her wrists against the mat. And finally then, the Irish girl opened her eyes fully once more, looking deep into Katsumi's green ones again, her expression both submissive and defiant, yet evidently aroused by the punkette's dominance.

"So eager to own me, huh?" the gingerhead had time to ask while biting her lip, before Katsumi began yet another deep grind against Julie's body. It broke the Irish girl's composure once again, who couldn't hide forbidden enjoyment creeping onto her face... Lust was now starting to take over her, her blue velvet thong inevitably soon starting to dampen... But she could no longer care less of how it all must had looked for the crowds.

Most likely, that scene reminded them now more of a session of a cute, skimpily-clad good girl getting dominated by a baddie punkette, rather than an actual wrestling match inside a proper ring. But then again, was that such a big surprise? This was LAW, after all.

[CyanDimitrik]

The two lying on the mat, sensually-charged as it could possibly be, the audience was clearly party to a spectacle of dominance in a number of ways. But they stopped existing to Katsumi - at least for now. The only thing that maintained her attention was the ginger pinned beneath her, and the feel of her body each time she pressed herself against her. Focusing low, around the belly and the curve of their hips' bases stroking together, Katsumi continues the rhythmic grind, each push causing her lashes to flutter.

"Bitch," she purrs, takes a breath, and continues, "I already own you.."

Her head lowers, pressing her face into Julie's cheek to try to force her face to the side. It's small, but another form of dominance. Bullying. Ownership. But when the referee drops beside the pair, hand raised to begin the counter, the reverberation of the strike - "ONE!" jolts Katsumi to lift her head again.

"No! Not yet," she says, glaring at the referee-girl. She stops short, confused. But Katsumi's attention returns to Julie, attempting to lock eyes with her. "I'll let you know when."

The referee, confounded, shifts back onto her knees.