Catherine Celestial vs Katsumi Oshiro - No Disqualification

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi watches her, studying her gaze, searching. Hoping to see understanding. But in the end, she still isn't sure she explained it right. Katsumi's shoulders slouch slightly, and she decides to not push it further. Instead, Catherine may find herself in a familiar predicament she's suffered a couple times in the ring!

That is, specifically, Katsumi attempting to wrap her arms around the other woman's waist to pull her in against herself. Except this time, the pressure isn't too tight. It isn't a crushing bearhug. And thankfully, there won't be a belly-to-belly suplex to follow. Just... a regular belly-to-belly embrace. Otherwise known as a hug. Now that they're hidden away from the public eye, she doesn't have to try to hide her glee with what's happened. She can really express it in her favorite way: physically.

"Yeah, yeah," she chides, an air of impish impetuousness in her voice. "I'll just have to pin you again if we wrestle. S'okay. You're kind'a hot. I won't complain about it."

[Blade ocs]

Catherine sighs. "I'm messing with you. Yes, I actually get it." She gives her a light noogie. She can't believe her atm, but she is. Hugging her.

"Well, since you're hugging, you might as well go all in. Show me how you really feel."

She feels like Katsumi needs some loving, so might as well tell her to go all in. What's going to happen? Who knows, but that can be fun.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Uwaah~!," complains Katsumi, releasing the hug to try to shelter her head from noogies. Her poor hair!

Then what Catherine says rocks Katsumi right out of fussing with her hair. The bright green eyes snap onto her, widened; total deer-in-headlights moment. "W-what?," she asks. "Go all in..? You mean like.. uh.. wha?"

Usually when Katsumi is prompted, she's quick to react. Quick to take up a challenge, quick to jump on it. But the phrasing has her second-guessing what she might mean. And immediately, she's telling herself that she often misunderstands things. Stupid smooth-brain moments, she tells herself. A social disaster. That's what she is.

[Blade ocs]

"Oh, I wanted to see how buggy and such you've gotten. Go ahead, give me a big hug or whatever you want. This is a new experience to me," Catherine said.

Maybe she went too far. Oh well. Looks like she ruined whatever Kitsumi was in the mood to do. That's fine.

Eh, your hair is properly messy anyway. Don't worry about it too much." She stated

[CyanDimitrik]

"Oh." Katsumi blinks at her once. Twice. Then erupts into helpless laughter. The comment on her hair is forgotten as quickly as it was made, her focus fully on the quirky little after-match engagement she's having with her opponent. There's a tinge of nervousness to it, uncertainty in what she should do, but that sort of thing never gave Katsumi much pause.

True to form,the punkette closes in again to slide her arms around her waist. Once settled this time, she gives a firm pull to cinch Catherine's body against hers, hips meeting hips, abs to abs, breasts pressed tight to breasts. "What?," she asks with a playfully coy voice. "Would it be better if I started crushin' ya again? Make it a little rough~?"

As she says the word, her arms flex slightly around her waist to unabashedly press Catherine's body harder into herself, but just for a moment before easing back again a tiny bit.

[Blade ocs]

Mmm, to be crushed again or not to. Well, there's no point of fighting back or worrying. Can she still do that if she does? No real reason.


"If you want to go for a big hug and such, go ahead. I won't mind," Catherine said.


She likes legit hugs anyway. She has a soft spot for whiteness and friendship. One of the reasons why she can't be a heel despite her style of wrestling.

[CyanDimitrik]

Currently holding the woman securely in her embrace, Katsumi's gaze just marginally lifted to meet her eyes, she can't help but feel a little giddy. This person, her opponent in the ring, is practically asking her to put the squeeze on her. That just happens to be one of Katsumi's favorite things - going belly-to-belly with someone, feeling their body against hers, tight, hard, and grinding. The fact that it's Catherine asking for it is just the cherry on top. Not just because she has nice abs, but because she was her opponent. This kind of positive vibe almost never happens!

Needless to say, Katsumi obliges. The arms clench around Catherine's waist, gripping her heavily into herself tight enough that no light can pass between their bodies. Every inhale causes their chest to rhythmically brush together. A subtle shift grinds Katsumi's toned stomach against Catherine's aforementioned abs, ultimately bringing their hips together.

"Mnh." Leaning forward suddenly, Katsumi attempts to press Catherine's back against the wall behind her to pin her there. And using the wall as leverage, she deliberately brushes her body against hers again, considerably less subtle this time. Considerably more directed.

Katsumi nips onto her bottom lip for a moment, relishing the sensation, her gaze fluttering shut for a second. When they open again, it's to half-mast, staring at her former opponent. "You dunno how tempting it is to just..." She pauses, choosing the 'show, don't tell' approach by arching a little and bringing her hips to grind upwards between Catherine's legs. "..nnh. Work all that out on you.. right here.. like this."