Raya Ashberry vs "the Punk Princess" Katsumi Oshiro

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Raya felt Katsumi roll her over onto her back before lying on her, nudging her legs apart, pressing her hips against her. She could tell that the way the punk princess pressed her stomach into hers was intentionally dominant.

Raya tried to look away but she couldn’t help but have her gaze drawn back up towards Katsumi, a mixture of anger and shame flowing through her. She didn’t resist but just laid there and listened as Katsumi waved the ref off and grabbed Raya’s wrists, folding them above her head while she stayed still.

Raya’s face turns red as she listens to the woman’s words, she gulps and whimpers as she feels their breasts collide, before finally speaking.

“I-I’m…I’m yours…” She whispers in shame, knowing she’s been totally defeated by Katsumi. She knows that the woman isn’t going to spare her, especially with all the gloating Raya had made her endure during the match. She would lay there in total defeat and wait for it all to end.

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Katsumi's bottom lip pushes out slightly in a stubborn moue. "Hmf. Damn right you are..."

She arches her back, pressing herself tighter into Raya's figure at every point of contact. The hand holding her bicep squeezes firmly to press the arm flat against the mat. And with a flick of her head, Katsumi expertly tosses those sweat-glistening blueblack tresses of hair up and over, letting her hair curtain the left side of her face. This is specifically to let the cameras get the best possible angle on both of their faces in this intimately primal display of dominance in the ring, unobstructed by clingy locks.

Her hips shift again, feigning the need to calm Raya's bucking body down beneath her, despite a lack of bucking. It's purely to ram her hips once, firmly, into the other girl's. Dominating her body through a contest of skill and strength is great, but adding just a hint of sensual dominance to the mix makes the moment exquisite. And pinning someone down like this always had a way of winding her up, tickling that particular itch that finds these moments of full body dominance alluring.

"Count it," she says, finally loud enough for the referee to hear.

The hand swings, striking the mat firmly beside Raya's head.

"ONE!"

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Raya groans when Katsumi rams her hips into her, but otherwise remains stiff and unmoving, the fight having long since been beaten out of her. Even her anger at this humiliation has been depleted, leaving nothing but a broken woman underneath the victor.

“Two!” The ref counts, and still she makes no movement to break free.

“Three!” Finally, the match is over, the ref declares Katsumi Oshiro as the victor. A complete and utter defeat that blew up all of Raya’s gloating in her face. She’s been utterly humbled and silence, unable to resist the better woman as she was forced to beg for mercy and admitted that she was hers. Her heart would start to pound at the thought of having said that but she would to bury it as her cheeks flushed red.

Raya waits for Katsumi to get off of her, but she readies herself for the possibility that the punk princess doesn’t, instead choosing to rain down more humiliation upon her, and she doesn’t blame her opponent for that either as she would do the same if the positions were reversed.

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The second count strikes the mat, and Katsumi shifts herself tighter against Raya. The groan was like candy, making her want to wrench another unavoidable sound of submission out of her. And at this point, Katsumi is supremely confident that Raya is down and out. It would be so easy to do whatever she wanted with her...

The third strike hits the mat, and the referee calls the official pin.

*DING* *DING* *DING*

As Katsumi's music begins to filter in through the speaker and the announcer calls her name as the victor, she remains lying atop her with full, intense eye contact. Staring down the woman who was trying to break her. Who betrayed that little gesture of good faith she'd given her earlier in the match. The image of domination is clear to the audience, and there's no way for it to be clearer than the Punk Princess lying over Raya Ashberry, pinning her down beneath her.

But is it enough?

Should she feel dominated in every way?

The referee tries to get Katsumi to raise off of her, but she's ignored. Katsumi's head lowers, her cheek brushing across Raya's as her lips come close to her ear. "If I were a worse person.. I'd make sure you knew you're mine tonight." To emphasize the words, Katsumi's hips shift again - slower this time, deeper, grinding herself along Raya's vulnerable hips from the base upwards in a stroke deliberately intended to elicit tingling sensations and desire.

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As Raya lies under Katsumi, she looks up at her and stays silent, no longer in any position to respond or disobey, all she can do is lay there and take it. The ref tries to get Katsumi to get off, but is ignored once again just like the entire match.

Then Katsumi leans in and whispers into her ear, Raya’s heart starts pounding and her eyes widen in fear. She tries to say something but stutters and gulps before silencing herself again, not wanting to step out of her lane, and as the victor Katsumi had the spoils, she couldn’t deny that.

And when the woman begins to grind against her hips, Raya can’t help but let out a whispered groan of defeat, signalling how far she’d fallen compared to her earlier cocky showboating. Her thoughts swirl, all of them involving Katsumi who towered comfortably on top of her in a dominant fashion.

“I-I know I’m yours…you’re the winner, Katsumi…” Raya would whimper pleadingly, her ego completely drained.

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It's tempting. It's so tempting. Being in this position over her opponent's conquered body, hearing her fully submit to her... a part of her wishes there wasn't an audience. The thrill of working Raya up to full, physical submission for her right in the middle of the ring after pinning her down is a kind of fantasy she didn't realize she had until now. The fact that Raya's body is so built and toned makes it all the more appealing, enticing.

She can't do that, though. She's here to do a job, to establish her credibility as a force to be reckoned with.

One last sharp, bucking grind of her hips into Raya's, just to get one more groan out of her. One final indulgence. This time, a subtle shudder runs through Katsumi's frame, caught in the euphoria of the moment. "Nnh..," she purrs into her ear with the heavy friction.

Then, she's pulling back, cheeks flushed and a bit disheveled. She lifts onto her knees, one hand on the mat, the other hand resting against Raya's stomach. "Next time I do something nice for ya.. ya better not be a bitch about it..," she says between heavy breaths.

The referee seizes upon the opportunity to snag Katsumi's wrist, leading the punkette up to her feet. Her arm is raised in victory, and Katsmi decides to set her right foot upon Raya's stomach.

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Time slows down around Raya as she lays helplessly under her opponent, doing whatever she's asked like a broken toy. She’s forced to groan one final time until Katsumi speaks to her and gets back up.

“I-I won’t, I promise…” Raya mumbles meekly, thankful for being spared an even worse humiliation, although part of her suspects that her opponent just barely held herself from going through with it.

She shudders as Katsumi plants a foot on her stomach in victory, but still can't stop herself from looking up at the punk princess. The image of herself being in that position standing over Katsumi is completely gone, and all she can think of now is how long until this nightmare ends.

When Katsumi would finally take her foot off her stomach, Raya would roll out of the ring and weakly make her way out of the arena, knowing she’d racked up yet another loss on her record.

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Winner by Pinfall: Katsumi Oshiro