Stacy Celestial(D) VS. Katsumi Oshiro

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Katsumi of course had no idea just the admiration Stacy had quickly formed for her opponent as she took the controlled beating from the dominant Katsumi. Stacy thought her struggling was working, which gave her a burst of energy, but in reality it was Katsumi turning to scold the ref and let up that allowed Stacy to break free.

Stacy silently thanked the ref, slowly trying to get to her feet, but then she felt a glove. Before Stacy could return her focus to the match, and on her next move, she was pulled to her feet as if she were out on a... she heard the beautiful punk princess call it a date. Stacy was beet red. Her brain refused to focus, as though a 404 error was the only thing going on in her conscious.

"D-Date... c-cut it short... with Katsumi...." Stacy stuttered. She knew she had to get ahold of herself, but it felt so impossible around the impressive Katsumi. Stacy knew she had to make a move, rushing forward while Katsumi "lectured" the ref, launching into a bearhug from behind. She was never very good at bearhugs... why did she do it now? She knew the real reason, she hadn't thought of much at all, only of Katsumi's voice as she locked in the less than tight hold!

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"You'll obey my commands as soon as I give them from now on, Oshiro-san!," the referee-girl continues to bark.

"Uuughh!," groans Katsumi, taking her eyes off of Stacy for a moment to redirect her attention onto the official. "I'm trying to wrestle a match here! Do ya mind!?"

"Do you mind!?," argues the referee.

"Oh, my God, I'm about to get DQ'd for backhanding a mouthy bi-"

Katsumi suddenly feels a set of arms wrap around her from behind and squeeze! "Ungh!" Part from the strain, part from the surprise - wasn't she just holding Stacy's arms!? It's her own fault for getting distracted with the most abrasive referee she's ever encountered. The punkette's toned abdominals tense, tightening against Stacy's grip to try to resist the squeeze.

Nipping onto her bottom lip, Katsumi widens her stance and tries to manually overpower the other girl, hoping to pull the wrists away from her body - all in the ultimate effort of pivoting around behind Stacy's back to lock her arms around the starlight slammer's stomach and reverse the bearhug back onto her!

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The distraction had bought Stacy a moment's momentum, but only a moment's. Even as she hugged Katsumi, she could tell the difference in strength. The punk princess was so fit, feeling like a goddess in her weaker arms.

Stacy clung to Katsumi, desperate to keep the reverse bearhug locked in, but as the raven haired beauty widened her stance, she felt Katsumi's strong grip slowly, slowly overpower her, forcing her wrists away from her body. "W-What!?" Stacy yelled in impressed surprise. In a mere moment, things would get worse for the starlit rookie. "A-Ahh! Y-You're so... how did you...." Stacy panted as she felt the strain of Katsumi's grip on her body! In trouble and once again powerless to do anything but struggle, Stacy felt both pain and a strange... enjoyment? Katsumi was acting so... sweet despite her obvious ring dominance! She secretly hoped the ref would butt out next time, as though it were unfair for anyone to get in Katsumi's way.

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"Gotcha!"

Katsumi's arms wrap firmly around Stacy's midsection, wasting no time in sealing her body against the other girl's back. Hips press firmly to Stacy's backside, belly-to-back, chest tight behind Stacy's shoulders. The squeeze begins to gradually tighten, not rushing it, but rather letting the moment settle. Every time she feels Stacy breathe in, those forearms would press into her stomach. Every time she felt Stacy exhale, the forearms would cinch in just a tiny bit tighter.

There's something so uniquely enjoyable about bearhugging someone. Katsumi knows she's not a hyper buff powerhouse, but it's an intensely satisfying feeling, squeezing the strength out of an opponent's body. Even moreso when face to face, feeling their body compress against hers, testing their body against her own. Something about the savagery, the dominance, the thrill of the physical nature of it...

Katsumi's heart can be felt beating against Stacy's back, and every exhale of hers sends a warm wispy breath coursing against the girl's nape.

"Havin' fun?," she asks, her voice low enough to be intimate between the two grapplers, but lilted in a teasing, playful air. Perhaps more importantly, Katsumi has seamlessly swapped to English! And when speaking English, the Punk Princess's accent is flawlessly West Coast, easily at home in the suburbs of coastal California. "Because I am!" The word is emphasized with a subtle constriction around Stacy's midsection.

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Every breath Stacy took was more and more difficult. Part of her enjoyed the tight, strong hold she felt, almost as if belonging in the arms of the punk princess, but another part knew she had to escape! In the same way that Katsumi enjoyed testing her body against Stacy, Stacy secretly enjoyed the feeling of the stronger girl's impressive bearhug, holding her tight as she panted.

Stacy felt Katsumi's warm, soft breath on her neck, almost forgetting entirely to try to squirm and fight her way out as she struggled. Suddenly, Katsumi was speaking impressive English, just soft enough for her to reach her ears. Stacy felt more and more shaky by the second, not entirely sure if it was because of her labored breathing, or simply Katsumi's Prescence.

"C-Can't... escape... you're so fit!" Stacy admitted in admiration, closing her eyes against both the pain and soft, loving pleasure of feeling the punk princess against her. "H-Having fun... how could anyone... not have fun with you!" Stacy whispered softly, trying to catch her breath and build strength, still unable to make a convincing move against the dominant Katsumi.

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Of all the things Katsumi had expected Stacy to fire back with, of all the things, this was not one of them. She thought she was simply overpowering the newcomer to LAW, beating up on the rookie to take her through the paces. After all, she dared her to show her what she's got! And now, as the other girl squirmed in her grasp, she instead got a compliment. From the girl she was just pounding in the face with her forearm.

There's something just so... endearing about how uncomplicated that is. They're here in the ring. She expects to get roughed up. So she's not making a big fuss about it. They're competing for dominance, and right now, Katsumi is dominating her.

It earns a subtle smile, and Katsumi pauses tightening on the squeeze for a moment just to hold the other girl's body securely to herself. Whatever she was going to say, however, is derailed as Stacy ramps up the compliments. This actually earns a sheepish glance aside, unsure how to react to that at first.

"..c-come on, now," she murmurs. "You're just talkin' like that so I'll let'cha go. Not gonna happen!"

The arms tighten a hint further, pressuring in against Stacy's midsection. Her left knee pushes in behind Stacy's, attempting to buckle her balance and bring the two down towards the mat - first on their knees. Katsumi's hips remain pressed firmly to Stacy's rear, the squeeze around her stomach tight enough to indent a little into her skin visibly for the cameras.

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To Stacy, the reason for her quick infatuation was clear. Katsumi was exactly the sort of gal she had hoped to encounter in LAW. Cocky, impressive, skilled... her head swam with so many thoughts of her opponent as she blushed, feeling her domme pause for just a moment and flash a smile. It seemed even the punk princess was charmed by Stacy's sincerity in the ring.

Stacy felt... almost a pang of saddness at Katsumi's seeming disbelief as she was brought to her knees, pushed by the punk princess's strength as her knees slowly buckled down to the mat, Katsumi's strong hips pressed ever firmly against her. Stacy knew she had to make her move now, or soon she wouldn't have the strength, or perhaps even the willingness, to move at all.

"I won't... break out because you let me... I'll break out because I'm Stacy Celestial!" Stacy groaned, trying with all her might to push Katsumi's hands off her waist as she struggled on her knees!

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Now would be the most important time to make a play to get free. Things would only get worse from here. Katsumi began to push her chest into Stacy's back, intent on forcing the girl down onto all fours. Doing that would force her to go either defenseless around the midsection, or suffer their combined weight squeezing Stacy's stomach in her increasingly tightening arms.

She's looking forward to this development. To see Stacy finding herself completely helpless and at her mercy. Of having the choice whether to seal the deal with her right then and there on the mat, or to keep Stacy in the fight just to rough the pretty thing up a little more.

Stacy is resisting, though. She's giving it her all. Katsumi's wrists are grabbed, and Katsumi tries to keep the hold on. A quiet, throaty growl escapes the Punkette, quietly thrilling at finding Stacy is still in the fight. It's a fight, after all! A contest! She absolutely intends to dominate this girl in an unquestionable fashion, but the thrill is forcing it on her! Claiming that dominant position! But had she stalled too much here? She should've clamped harder sooner around her narrow waist, because slowly, as Katsumi lifts on her knees, she finds her arms being pulled away from the other girl's skin.

"Nngh..!"

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Stacy may be a newbie when it comes to LAW, but she has enough wrestling experience to realize the position she is in. If she can't get the punk princess off of her and is forced to the ground, she is unlikely to ever overpower Katsumi and escape, and she is more than aware of that. Despite her infatuation with the raven haired punk, she wasn't easily admitting defeat. Not for herself, and not for Katsumi, either.

Suddenly, Stacy is spurred on by grunts of frustration coming from her opponent! The celestial starlet digs deep, using all of her force to slowly, slowly removing Katsumi from her dominant position! "Not... yet... beautiful... katsumi!" Stacy yelled defiantly, blushing when she realized she'd spoken her feelings out loud, but even that couldn't distract the tomboy from her own momentum. If successful, Stacy would attempt to spin and adjust her grip, making a quick grab for Katsumi's neck and attempting to lock her in a headlock, pulling the fit girl back to her feet!

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"Hnngh..!"

The struggle is slow an arduous, arms trembling to try to clamp back down and assert that point of no return grapple. The drama is palpable to the audience, some not aware of how dangerously close Stacy is to being completely conquered here and now, others just thrilled with the sheer physicality between both women.

Ultimately, Stacy powers through! "Anh!" The yelp escapes Katsumi in surprise, and her head is suddenly captured! Her cheek is mashed against the side of Stacy's breast, one arm looping the other girl's waist, the other hand setting flat to her stomach. She's in no position to apply another squeeze, however!

Katsumi doesn't go along with the grapple willingly. Stacy has to work for it. Pulling on Stacy's waist and legs shifting, Katsumi tries to wrestle control from the situation. But ultimately, she finds herself worked up to her full height, bent forward, heated breaths beating hard against the other girl's skin.

That very loud burst hadn't escaped the Punk Princess. It, along with what else was said, is going to be banging around in her head for a while, as she struggles with her opponent. No verbal response comes just yet, her teeth clenched and jaw firm.