Into the Fire! Tess Jones [D] vs Katsumi Oshiro

[CyanDimitrik]

Each punch into Tess's midsection is driving, determined to wear the blonde down and create a much-desired opening. She doesn't expect to win by pummeling the girl's belly - this is only the beginning. And with a hand still holding her by the neck, Katsumi finds herself unavoidably wanting to make use of it.

Both hands grab onto the wrist to roll it inwards, transitioning into a quick standing wristlock. It's given a wrench just to send a shock of pain along the limb, intended to keep Tess bent forward while Katsumi swings her leg over the shoulder linked to the captive arm. Then, it's a sudden drop back, pulling the shoulder and arm to guide the top of Tess's head against the wrestling mat in a spike!

[Herotica]

Things very quickly got a lot worse, before Tess could even recover from the pounding her torso received a jolt of pain was sent through her arm. The twist forced her forward, her only recourse, unfortunately this was just as Katsumi wanted.

Suddenly her momentum was joined by her opponent’s body weight, her face began moving toward the mat, and at a horrifying speed. There was no counter to this, she just braced and hoped.

Her face hit the mat with a guttural slam, a gasp went up from the audience. Foggyness and pain rose up through her, almost limp she groaned slayed out flat on the mat, her body ignoring her hazy requests to get back the fuck up. Her sum total of movement was to turn her head and give her sore forehead some respite, she had been well and truly schooled.
Slowly she opened her eyes.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi lands right beside her, but with the enviously preferred point of impact being just her rear. As opposed to a head, naturally. The old Katsumi wouldn't have bothered with such an intricate technique. She would've just kept hammering away with fists. But the new Katsumi knows and appreciates the difference between swinging away and doing damage. Her makeover was about more than just her looks getting an upgrade - her everything took an upswing. And moments like this only stood as testament.

Her arms lift to either side, smugly smirking at the audience and daring them to send scorn her way. To her surprise, they didn't. It was still a wash of mostly praise and cheer for the savagery between both women. But she's sure that'll change as the match really takes shape. When the audience starts to feel pity. And she fully intends to make them feel pity.

Turning over onto the side of her hip and favoring a knee, Katsumi looks down at Tess. Then she fully turns, bringing both knees beneath her to fully face her downed foe. One hand moves to the blonde's hip, the other to her shoulder to roll her away from the ropes, scooching back on her knees as she tumbles her over once, twice, to end Tess flat on her back.

The Punk Princess lowers over her, swinging one leg between her thighs. Her left arm hooks Tess's right leg, lifting the knee into the air. Her bare midsection presses down against Tess's stomach, her back arched to push into her, with her right breast pushing into Tess's. A classic diagonal cover.

Katsumi tosses her hair over her shoulder, all the better to look down at Tess's face as the referee drops beside the pair.

[Herotica]

Mostly limp and very foggy, Tess begins to feel her opponent pawing at her, shifting her, and placing her precisely where she wants her. Slowly the noise of the crowd returns and her senses slowly fire back, though in quite the reduced state of action.

By the time her awareness has fully returned her opponent is laying on top, looking ready to pin her. Their sweaty bodies intertwined, though Katsumi's is taught and ready, Tess remains soft and weary.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself, readying to put herself back in the fight physically and mentally. If her opponent can pin her this quickly she'll be kicking herself for weeks. No, she waits, as soon as her opponent creates an opportunity then she'll strike, take her by surprise. Assuming she can recover by then, her mind still swims, her body unresponsive and pained, urging her not to go on.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi stretches herself atop Tess, settling into the slightly shorter girl's form. And as the referee raises a hand at the ready to strike the mat for the first count, the punkette reaches her free arm around to cradle Tess's neck, lifting her head off the mat. In Tess's defense earler, it does bring the two closer together, almost intimate in appearance. But in Katsumi's defense, that takes away just a little more leverage the blonde might use to raise a shoulder off the mat.

"ONE!"

Katsumi pulls the leg a little higher, a little tighter, supporting the shift with her left knee pressing a little into the mat. She waits patiently, coiled against the other girl's slender body, feeling her breathe beneath her, feeling herself rhythmically press into her body with each inhale of her own. This is the part she loves about wrestling: the dominant position. Asserting it over someone. Making sure everyone gets to see who's on top. Feeling her rival pinned beneath her.

It's always a rush. Always.

[Herotica]

Tess feels the arm slither behind her neck, more leverage gone, her opponent presses herself deeper into her, the feeling could be almost pleasurable were it not for the residual pain still riding her body.

She hears the first count, it's too early her body is still weak, one more beat, one more breath and everything she has will be thrown into escaping the pin.

Even if she doesn't win and just delays, that will be enough, her opponent must respect her, and that drive builds her energy. Growing, slowly, ready to burst forth and display how much of her will remains.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's head tilts a little to look towards Tess's face - as much as she can from this angle. The most she manages to see is the back of her head and ear. But the ear is enough. Katsumi leans in closer, her chest pressing heavier as her lips come to hover just over the ear, warm breath whisking over the skin. She didn't have anything to say. She only wanted Tess to feel every bit of her over her oppressively, or intimately, depending on where the mind is, as she can.

The referee's hand slams down, sending a tremor through the mat. "TWO!"

"Almost over," Katsumi purrs to her at last, her gaze hooding.

Did she want it to be over? Not necessarily. Not yet. She's not done with her. She wants more of her, to really break her in front of the crowd. And for once, her desires line up with the management's.

[Herotica]

Hot breath blows upon Tess’s ear, whether her opponent is trying to demoralise her, or just dwell in the moment of dominating her, it's profoundly annoying to Tess. She's never been beaten like this and it gnaws at her confidence.

The second count of the referee hits the mat, almost in slow motion.
Honeyed words drift into her ear from Katsumi'. And it's just the perk she needed, no, this match is far from over if Tess has anything to say.

The pain has filled, and her muscles respond, with a cry of power driving herself against Katsumi's pin. Every ounce of her strength is thrown into escaping, the adrenaline throwing the pain back into background noise.

“I'm not done yet!” She screams making sure the crowd can hear her cry, as she fights her way out with all she has.

[CyanDimitrik]

There's an internal war waging within Katsumi, conflicting thoughts crashing in rapid succession. One side is eager to feel Tess fully pinned for the three-count, that it'd make a profound statement to take down the poor newcomer so definitively. The other side is yearning for more, wanting to indulge in the opportunity to wear her out in front of everyone. Two egos, one intention, very different methods.

Thankfully, Tess makes the choice for her.

The hand is poised high, the referee ready to slap that third and final count.

Tess cries out in tandem with a buck of her body, kicking out of Katsumi's grip and lifting her shoulder off the mat!

"Wait! No fall! Only two-count!"

Katsumi lifts a little off of her - not enough to break contact completely. Her just rests lightly brushing Tess, her left hand now set over the girl's thigh, still cradling her neck.

"Good girl..."

Her hand slides up from Tess's thigh to hook around her waist, attempting to draw the blonde up to her feet with her. It takes some shuffling of her balance onto her knees first, but then a slow, smooth tug to lead the other girl up to stand before her.

[Herotica]

Tess’s all or nothing move pays off. Breaking the pin takes all her energy, leaving her with energy to do little more than go into a defensive curl, failing even that in her weakened state.

Tess feels herself being helped to her feet, but she knows this is no act of mercy. Her strength returns to her too slowly, her only recourse is to try and feel her opponent's next move and try her best to avoid it. She tries to hide her fear from Katsumi.

“A moment to catch my breath and we’re on lady!”

Her smile is convincing, but the weight in her eyes speaks volumes.