Julie O'Reilly vs Katsumi Oshiro - Folding Velvet

[Jaystar]

Honestly, Julie would have probably been surprised if her bold claim would have turned out to hold true. While yes, in this very moment, Katsumi could have been deemed to be happy to get pinned, something like that was very far from her usual aura. From what she had gathered of her before, the Punk Princess was, at least supposedly, a very ruthless and merciless opponent. One that thrived when dominating and crushing the opposition. And in the more aesthetically awesome manner, the better... At least based on some prior matches of hers Julie had seen.

But tonight, she was somehow different. Somehow softer, somehow more playful... And Julie wasn't exactly sure whether it was simply her being a cat playing with her helpless meal, or... Something else. But there was something there. And thus, her question surely wasn't an outrageous one.

Then again, it should have been rather quickly apparent for Julie now, that it had probably been a foolish one. The sly smile was one clue, the arching of her back another one. The feeling of her admittedly rather firm abs pressing against the gingerhead's softer belly was already enough of a clue of the answer, and her toned thighs taking control over Julie's inner thighs, spreading her legs apart, made the answer obvious for everyone else too.

It looked almost like a miracle that the count had reached four. But then again, it was another justification for the initial question...

There was no mistaking though that Katsumi had broken the pin. And quite dominantly so too. She hadn't just escaped, but rather reclaimed her position on top. Like a cat having issued her food another challenge to pass... Yet giving ample opportunity to do just that, by not even pinning the now trapped gingerhead beneath her.

Apparently, she liked wrestling then. A bit of a funny statement, on the surface. This ring probably didn't almost ever see a contestant not liking it to some degree... But there was just something in those words, and the tone used to utter them, that despite its obviousness on the surface, Julie understood that there must had been some deeper meaning in them.

The Irish girl couldn't exactly guess what... But had she known what was going through Katsumi's mind when saying those words, she could have noticed that in this regard, the two were very much alike. Julie herself had fallen in love with wrestling already from a young age... Even if it had taken her a long while to transition from simply being a fangirl to actually get to tussle herself too. It had been the reason why she had lured her friend Isa into wrestling her too... And gotten the blonde taking up wrestling in the first place. But right from the start, Julie had fallen in love with exactly the same things as Katsumi... The struggle, the strain, the contest... The battle for physical dominance. And even if Julie ended up coming on the short end of it more often than not, there was still nothing that could have taken away the thrill of wrestling from her.

There was a brief moment of silence, while Julie once again looked deep into Katsumi's eyes. Biting her lip a little. But eventually, the gingerhead knew exactly what to say.

"Wrestle me then." the Irish girl began now in a more serious, yet still with a hint of playfulness and challenge evident in her tone. "Show me what you got." she continued, before a brief pause. "You almost lost already..." the additional hint perhaps making her sound like a brat needing to be tamed... Or maybe, perhaps signaling unconsciously to the punkette, that it was time for her to do so.

Albeit, there was no knowing how the Punk Princess would end up interpreting it. Still, Julie knew she had to back up her words with actions too... And thus, the gingerhead tried to somehow get her own legs now wrapped around Katsumi's hips or thighs in turn, and push her shoulders away hard in an effort to see if she could roll the duo over once more... To still provide a bit more struggle, strain and contest for the punkette to deal with.

[CyanDimitrik]

This match had definitely taken on a mind of its own, and in no shortage thanks to the unbelievably beautiful girl now lying beneath her. It was a combination of every weakness Katsumi never knew she had; the physical context, grappling, a struggle for dominance, a slender, beautiful girl, and a wrestling ring - and the promise of one keeping the other after the final pin. If ever there was a waking fantasy the Punk Princess might have, surely it must've been now.

And just as she's allowing herself to sink into this realization and come to terms with it, the stunning ginger just had to encourage her to rough her up more. Katsumi scans her face rapidly, her heart racing a little faster against the other girl's chest. She feels her body tense as she starts to struggle and attempts to roll them over again. But this time, Katsumi resists!

He arms hook under Julie's shoulders, and she draws back onto her knees, attempting to pull the other girl with her; first to a seated position. Then, as the Punk Princess lifts, onwards up to her feet. The intention isn't to simply bodylock with her again, however. Once both of them have reached a vertical base, Katsumi's arms withdraw - only to rocket forward with a low hooking punch aimed to sink into Julie's perfect, toned belly.