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

[CyanDimitrik]

WHAM.

Tess meets the mat square on her back, with Katsumi's body falling directly upon her. The ring shudders beneath their combined bodyweights, and the squeeze around the blonde's waist briefly implodes with pressure.

Katsumi slides her arms from around the girl's waist as the referee scrambles to drop to the mat beside the pair. The Punk Princess doesn't move from her acquired position, opting to lie directly atop the other girl in dominant fashion. Her knees shift, nudging Tess's legs a little apart as her hips come to press snugly into Tess's. Her back arches, pressing her toned midsection into Tess's flat stomach, her breasts pushed tight into Tess's own feminine curves.

Katsumi lowers her face to briefly touch her forehead with Tess's, and her hands reach for the girl's wrists to seize hold of them. The limbs are slid high along the mat, keeping the blonde pinned down securely beneath her. Her head tilts, just enough that she can whisper into her ear warmly.

"Should've said what I wanted earlier," she says, her breath hot against her ear.

The referee girl slaps the mat once beside the pair. "ONE!"

"'Cuz I'm not letting you get pinned just yet..."

The audience is roaring at the spectacle, and the sea of black surrounding the ring sparkles with camera flashes. But indeed, Katsumi has other things in mind. For as finalizing a moment as this could be, she has every intention of only letting the referee get to a two-count. She intends to pull Tess's shoulder up for her to break the pin just before the three if she has to.

[Herotica]

The explosion of pain sears through her back, the assault far worse than she had naively hoped.

"Aaaggh, my back!!"

Disorientated with pain, she barely notices as her opponent presses herself further into her body, only fully coming to terms with the situation as Katsumi whispers her plans for further punishment. Tess has to work to push aside the far too pleasant feel of her opponent's warm, taught body fully entangled with hers, a rising blush matches the redness of her eyes. Her meekness returns, despite her attempts to fight it, as Katsumi locks eyes with her.

"Please, just pin me.. I accept your the better fighter"

The words fall from her mouth, she hates herself for saying them, but the pain is too intense, her confidence too shattered. But she knows, her arrogance is not so easily cowed, and her opponent surely knows too, only further pain could really teach Tess some much needed humility.

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"TWO!"

The referee's hand strikes the match that second time.

Katsumi soaks in the sweet, sweet nectar of that meek submission anew, earning Tess a subtle purr of satisfaction. But when she hoods her gaze at her, it isn't the look of a contented kitten - it's a tigress eyeing her prey in full confidence. "I already made that offer," she whispers. "And yoouu got an attitude."

The referee's hand swings for the mat!

Katsumi tilts to the side and yanks on Tess's wrist, pulling her shoulder up off the mat.

The audience erupts into boos at the blatant lack of sportsmanship; it's obvious to everyone what's going on here. Tess is beaten. She pretty blonde rookie has had all she can take. But the Punk Princess isn't finished with her, and the referee can't do anything about it.

"Um! S-shoulder up.. two count!," the girl calls uncomfortably.

Katsumi pulls herself slowly back off of Tess's body, drawing on her wrists to lead her up to her full height with her once more.

[Herotica]

Tess relaxes as the 2nd count comes down, maybe her opponent is more merciful than she thought. But then she hears her opponent whisper, and as much as it upsets her she knows she just ran her mouth as usual, though admittedly normally her punishment was considerably less. As much as Tess releases this may be a learning opportunity for her, it cold comfort for the pain she about to be in, wincing as the referee cancels the count.

Tess hears the crowd boo, and as much as she's developing an anger toward her opponent she can't help but feel it's a little unfair. She shouts so the crowd can hear.

"Bring the pain bitch, if you wanna put me in my place your gonna have to work real damn hard"

The wisdom of this decision may be lacking, but if there was one decision she made coming in, it was not to shrink from the pain of a hard fight. Too weak to fight she nervously awaits the next stage of punishment her opponent will decide to inflict upon her.

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"Sheeesh," drawls Katsumi as she stares at her, a little dumbfounded by the audacity. "And I thought my mouth got me into trouble. Okay!"

Katsumi moves her hands to Tess's shoulders and marches her back across the ring, right up until she's pressing her back into the turnbuckle padding. As she meticulously loops Tess's arms over the top rope to leave her fully vulnerable, she asks, "How's that stomach doing?," with an affectedly sweet voice. There's a distinctly poisonous undercurrent beneath the question - not concern.

With Tess's arms secured by the ropes, Katsumi begins firing alternating hook punches into the other girl's midsection. First the left, then the right, then repeating, pummeling her abs until the referee steps in to interject with a forearm, ushering Katsumi back from her.

The Punk Princess slips back with her hands raised in the classic, innocent dindunuffin sign. "She's fine, she's fine!"

[Herotica]

Tess feels almost proud of herself for not taking the cowards way out, and for proving to her opponent the amount of punishment she can take. It's only when she's placed, helpless, against the turnbuckle does she begin to regret her choices.

Her brave front disintegrates as the first punch lands.

"Uuughh"

The wind knocked out of her is if anything a brief respite from the sudden wave of pain as her back reminds her how much of a beating it's taken.

The second and third hits are even worse, pain roars through her entire midriff front and back, amalgamating into a single torrent of pure agony. Her screams begin, growing louder as each strike lands.

"Aaaaahhh"

Her mind mind becomes a jumble her only though she's able to form is to beg Katsumi for mercy.

"Aaaggh.. pp..please.. mercy"

She slumps as the referee frees her, pulling Katsumi back. A few more punches and she would submit, she would've earlier had mind been clearer. She slumps, her consciousness fading as the still singing pain fails to abate fast enough.

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"Ah?," says the referee, turning to Tess with interest. "Did you submit just now?"

"No, she didn't!," interjects Katsumi as she quickly pushes past the referee to hook a hand behind Tess's neck.

"Oshiro-san, you can't just- you can't- if she's had enough--!"

"She hasn't!" Katsumi pulls the blonde out of the corner and close to her side. She pulls Tess into a bent over position, capturing her neck under her left arm with a front headlock. Her right hand sets between Tess's shoulderblades, as if to keep her under control in that position. "You heard'er! She wanted to see what I've got!"

Her head turns, now glowering out at the audience. "You all heard her! This doesn't end until I say it ends!"

Pulling Tess to the center of the ring again, she nudges her to stand upright before her, steadying her with her hands on her waist. She takes just a moment to at least admit to herself that Tess is pretty - she has a highschool sweetheart look. Probably a line of guys swooning over her. With a smirk, she leans in to swap her grip, suddenly hoisting Tess into the air upside-down. If all goes well, the blonde will find herself aligned against Katsumi's body in tombstone piledriver position. With her arms locked around the other girl's waist, she hugs Tess's stomach into the curvature of her breasts, her own abs pressed snug against the blonde's breasts, her face against Katsumi's hips.

[Herotica]

The referee's words are barely audible to the dazed and confused Tess, all she registers is Katsumi has set the stakes, it's her match now and Tess is just a punch bag for her to toy with.

The idea of submission begins to form in her mind, but it's shaken from her as the floor moves from below her feet to beneath her head, a dark premonition gathers in her mind and she gains just enough awareness to scream out.

"Oh god no! Katsumi please! Don't!"

Before she can muster the words to submit, her opponent strikes.

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Katsumi savors the moment, turning slowly to show Tess off to the jeering audience. For the most part, they're hating watching Katsumi go so far above and beyond to punish her opponent tonight. And to the Punk Princess, it's pure energy; unadulterated, electrical energy. Positive attention, negative attention, she feeds off of it all the same. She lavishes in it, and feeling Tess's body helplessly clung to herself, at her mercy, is downright euphoric.

If anyone knows how terrifying it is to be in this position, it's Katsumi. Her career nearly ended from this attack. And she, herself, has a deep-rooted terror to being subjected to this exact move. But good God, she can tell why people do it. It's incredible.

Then she, along with everyone else close enough to the ring, hear Tess begging her to not do it. Katsumi pauses her offense a moment, something about it hitting the heartstrings a little. She's been in that position. She's been in Tess's shoes. But she can't not execute on her. That would be too off-brand for herself, and disappointing to the top brass. And she can't do that, either.

Crap.

Katsumi redoubles her arms around the other girl's waist for a second, then pauses again. One arm spares, reaching down to grab Tess's arms one at a time, pulling them up to guide the blonde's arms around her waist in a mutual hold. Tess is new. She's the rookie. She might not know how best to brace for a hit like this, and in Katsumi's own subtle way, she's attempting to help her. Kind of. But once Tess is completing the cling, both bodies latched to one another, Katsumi slides her hand along her back, down the back of her neck, before sliding her fingers through her hair and the back of her head. She pushes Tess's face between her legs, ensuring she remains tucked against her.

At last, Katsumi drops to deliver the blow!

...as a fakeout! Katsumi feints the impact, landing mostly on her knees and only lightly bumping the top of Tess's head into the mat. To the audience and referee, the blow will have looked devastating. But for Tess, just an uncomfortable bump. Katsumi spared her in the last moment. Whether Tess took it as an insult or relief, she could sort out later.

In the here and now, Katsumi lets herself drop forward atop the other girl, letting the blonde lie flat on her back while she simply transfers the position to a horizontal base. Her hips press firmly to Tess's face, her stomach lying flush with the blonde's breasts, her own chest pressed into Tess's stomach. One arm remains around the blonde's waist, the other arm hooking beneath her thigh to draw her leg into the air.

[Herotica]

Tess clings fearfully to her opponent, waiting painfully for the moment of agony to come. The simmering shouts of the crowd, mingled with excited calls for her destruction, painfully punish her for her arrogance.

The moment draws nearer as her head is stuffed between Katsumi's taught, warm thighs. She drops her stomach churning in fear.

But the impact is soft, not nothing but a clear and oh so beautiful act of mercy, but she can't let the crowd know, she lets forth a loud cry, not even a fake, just a guttural expulsion of all the pain she has so far experienced. Slumping beneath her opponent, her warm skin enclosing her like a blanket, she has to fight the overwhelming urge to sleep.

She can feel her opponent preparing what she assumes is a pin, her last reserve of energy depleted, she slumps weakly, her arms splaying out across the mat, waiting for the ref's count down.