Punk Princess goes Wolf Hunting: Alex Wolf Vs. Katsumi Oshiro

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Alex attempted to pin Katsumi, wondering if she could finish the match off early between herself and the punk princess, but Katsumi managed to lift her shoulder up.

Alex then got up to a seated position, and smiled back at Katsumi. “It would not had been cool if you went down that easily.” Alex said to her downed opponent.

Alex then slowly got up to her feet and proceeded to grab Katsumi on her shoulder, and attempt to being her up to her feet.

If she managed to, she would attempt a lariat right on Kastumi’s chest.

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Katsumi groans softly in response to the... compliment? Is that what it was? She couldn't be sure. It seemed maybe like one. But the Punk Princess isn't in much condition to feel good about it just yet. She's been letting this match slip, she feels like, and that needs to get corrected quickly before she's steamrolled and pinned!

Taken by the shoulder, the raven-haired girl is drawn up to her feet. Standing with a slump, bright green eyes on bright blues, she watches Alex wind up and lunge with the lariat. Only for the girl's extended arm to only whisk over hair as Katsumi ducks low and swerves in behind her back! Arms quickly lash around Alex's toned waist, hugging herself tight against her back. And with an arch, she attempts to quickly hoist the blonde up and over, hoping to slam the back of her head and shoulders down against the mat behind her in a German suplex!

But not to pin directly! Katsumi's not ready for that just yet. She needs to work that body over a bit more first, take the wind out of those sails. So her grip around Alex's stomach is released after impact, should the move land!

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Alex was looking forward to hitting Katsumi with her lariat, knowing how cool this match was and how cool she was being. And she knew this lariat could bring her one step closer to victory, specifically a singles win.

“HUH?” Alex said surprised when Katsumi dodged the lariat, by going right underneath it.

Alex was confused as Katsumi went behind her, before she was waist locked and german suplexed right on her shoulders.

“AAH!” Alex held er upper body in pain as she laid on her stomach, feeling all the pain throughout her body.

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Katsumi sits up again quickly, bracing her palms on the mat at either side behind her. She shoots a quick look back to confirm Alex is writhing on the mat in the aftershock of the slam, and pushes herself to get to her feet. Reaching down, she hooks one hand under Alex's arm, the other hand seizing for her short blonde hair to 'helpfully' draw her up to her feet again.

"Come on, hotstuff," she mutters, a little irritated with herself. "S'time for me to get serious."

She attempts to walk her back into the corner behind her, hoping to sling Alex's arms over the top ropes at either side - for two reasons! One, to keep her on her boots. Two, to leave that admittedly good-looking body open and vulnerable! Because what's going to come next is a rain of low hooking punches, each aimed to pummel into Alex's stomach to tenderize and weaken her core!

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Alex was still hurting from the german suplex she was just hit with, her neck feeling tender and her head feeling a little woozy, she wanted to get back up to her feet, but her body prevented her until Katsumi forced her up herself, first with a stomach grab before pulling the werewolf up to her feet.

Alex was unable to provide resistance as Katsumi navigated her towards the ropes, before hooking her arms around the top rope, leaving Alex nice and prone.

“UGH!” Alex yelped as she took body blow after body blow to her toned body, before eventually the impact caused her to fall to her knees, holding her stomach as her arms were unhooked from the force of the blows.

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Katsumi had had some considerable fun with Alex, though the match had been a bit back and forth. She'd had enough time to realize she was screwing up by getting distracted early on, and seemed to have corrected it. She'd determined Alex's toned stomach was going to be her go-to for sealing the deal in this match; admittedly in part just for the blonde girl having a nice body. But she's hoping to bring it home now - to seal the deal with the werewolf.

First thing's first. She needs her stunned on the mat.

With Alex on her knees, clutching her stomach, Katsumi kneels down beside her and hooks her arm around her neck to hold her close, and lifts with her again to her full height. There, the hold would transition to a front guillotine under her left arm. Her free hand sets flush over Alex's sweating back, and she hops up to plant her boots on the second rope before kicking off, rebounding with Alex's trapped head with the intent to spike it down hard against the mat behind her in a second-rope-assisted DDT!

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Alex was not paying attention to Katsumi at the moment, she was much more paying her attention to the insane amount of pain her core and midsection was in. It felt like she was having Heartburn, or was it more stomachburn if that was a thing, anyway it hurt like hell.

And for Alex, something she did not notice because of this was Katsumi grabbing her head like a Guillotine, and before Alex could react, her head was spiked!

“AAAH!” Alex yelled as her body went completely straight up from her head like she was a reverse bowling pin, before she fell flat on her back.

Her head was pounding, and everything was going downhill for the so called “Cool Werewolf”.

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It happened so fast, Katsumi could only be aware of the straight verticality of Alex's body for a flash. But that would've been one heck of a promo shot, or something for the highlight reel. Though it would surely be overshadowed by what she had in mind next.

That corner-assisted DDT was brutal. It was meant to be. Designed to be. Combining Katsumi's full bodyweight with the propelled kick-off force from the corner post, and gravity working against Alex, Katsumi could only hope it was as devastating as it felt. As it looked. For as much as she had an awkward fondness for the blonde now lying on the mat, the cheesiness of her name, the chill attitude, and her rockin' body, she wanted this. She wanted this definitive, statement finish.

Katsumi clambered to her feet, shoulders rising and falling with each heavy breath, chest gently heaving against her glittering, studded bralet top. Her skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat under the abusively bright arena lights, the contours of the muscle definition in her abdomen highlighted, her silky blueblack hair matted against her brow and in patches against her bare back.

Leaning in, she grabbed Alex's wrists to pull her arms, twisting her on the mat to lie just so in front of the turnbuckle. And when she lie stretched perpendicular to the pole, she releases her arms above her head - just to ensure the girl's beautifully sleek body lie stretched and undefended. Particularly, the stomach. The toned belly she'd been working over all night. That was going to be what seals the deal.

Katsumi turns quickly, skipping past Alex to sweep her way gracefully up the turnbuckle next to her. Gold-capped boots perch upon the top ropes adjacent to the corner, and with legs carefully shifting weight to keep her balance, she stands to full height, arms raised with fists reaching to the sky. Anticipation fills the arena, some urging Katsumi to splash upon the werewolf and finish her off, others trying to urge Alex into action.

Katsumi's knees bend, and in an instant, she's launched from her perch. Her body curls at first, bundled into a ball for a full flipping rotation and a half before unfurling herself. Arms and legs stretch wide to either side, her own stomach aimed to crash down squarely across Alex's belly in a hard, deep crushing smack of abdominals to abdominals - the 450 splash finisher, the Crescent Moon.

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Alex was completely unaware of what Katsumi was planning, her head currently felt like it was exploding into a million pieces after that DDT, her body flopping onto the mat like a blonde lifeless corpse. This was the definition of uncool, was Katsumi even cooler then her at this moment?

Needless to say, Alex’s head was still ringing like a church bell when Katsumi dragged her off to the corner, the blonde still flat on her back, not knowing what the crowd was cheering on about.

And then she did learn, as Katsumi nailed her right in the stomach with a 450 splash. “AYAH!” Alex groaned in pain.

That was really cool for the audience, but not for her at all.

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That moment of weightlessness in the air, spiraling like a gymnast with a deathwish. There's a certain point of no return in high flying wrestling. It's why they call it a high-risk maneuver. Once that point is reached, the move becomes everything or nothing. Total success, or full self-destruction. It's the sort of thing that puts audience's on their feet, whether or not they ethically agree with the person executing the move. It takes finesse to do something like this, and a willingness to put everything on the line to seal the deal with an opponent.

Katsumi's body unfurls at the last second. Her accuracy was pinpoint. Alex is still lying there, arms above her head, her midsection taut. And in the next moment, Katsumi's toned abdominals crashlands across Alex's bare, muscled belly. She can feel the abdominals clench in recoil - not only Alex's, but her own. The impact reverberates between them, and like a shockwave through the ring. But Katsumi's landing is far more controlled and cushioned - so to speak - than Alex receiving the drop. One body crushes another, core to core.

"Ghh-!"

Katsumi cringes inwards after the hit, awash in the arena exploding at the spectacle of the finisher. But she quickly pushes herself back down, leaning into the pain to press her stomach firmly against Alex's. Her right arm hooks back to gather the girl's thigh in the crook of the elbow, pulling the leg up against her waist. She left forearm rests against the mat, and her head lifts to glare out over the audience with a confident, predatory smirk. The pin seals their bodies together at the midsection, the leghook helping pin the blonde down while also insinuating a sort of claim over her body, and the look? The arch of the back, the way she looks out over the audience? It's clear dominance fuel.

She's conquered Alex Wolf. This one's hers.

God, she loves it. Every feel of it, the pain of the impact, the sensation of the other girl's body pinned beneath her, the way the audience is roaring...

The referee-girl drops beside the pair to slap her hand against the mat.

"One!"