Tamago Oshiro vs Katsumi Oshiro: two out of three falls

[RJD]

Tamago would wait until her opponent was about ready to fight again, closing in precisely as her opponent started to stagger back towards her.

The daredevil would wish to continue breaking down her oppinent, and realised that Katsumi was problematic when it came to grapples, to the point where Tamago was almost certain she'd end up looking like a foolish rookie if she engaged Katsumi with one. So instead Tamago tried to pull her arm back before driving it forward, attempting to plunge her fist into Katsumi's smooth side.

" That's what I'm doing" Tamago gave her belated response, before aiming to sidestep to the back of Katsumi and suddenly lean into her back and wrap her arms round the other wrestler's stomach, to lock in a grapple. Tamago hoping that the blow was enough to stop Katsumi from immediately turning the grapple around on her.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi had to take a couple moments to get her breathing in order. But once it seemed settled, she was ready to close in and grapple her taller adversary.

She lashes forward, attempting to seize Tanago by the shoulder and collar. Only Tamago had other plans. A fist drives into her side, earning a grunt and complete distraction from the attack at hand. Her arms lower defensively, eyes briefly squeezed shut. Only to then find a pair of arms sneaking in beneath hers, her slender stomach compressed in the other woman's grapple.

"Nnh.."

Her plot seems to have worked, Katsumi's core still sore from the hard punch - enough so to not reverse the waist lock onto her just yet. She can feel Tamago pressing into her from behind, and she tries to predict what's coming. Probably a German suplex. Maybe.

Teeth grit a little.

"You just.. felt like grabbin' me..," she chides, head turning to look over her shoulder.

[RJD]

Both the punks closed in with their own plan of action, though luckily Tamago was just slightly quicker and managed to slip in a body blow, which gave the daredevil the chance to move behind Katsumi and to ensnare her by her lower core with a waist lock.

" Well yeah, maybe a little. " Tamago joked, as she squeezed tighter around Katsumi's slim body to punish her opponent a little bit for so sassy, though admittidely she didn't dislike the woman's attitude, though they were too similar for Tamago to let her win, it would hurt her pride.

As Katsumi expected Tamago went for a German suplex, trying to hoist the lighter punk up by the waist and start to fall backwards in the same movement, trying to slam her own back into the canvas as fast as she could and throw Katsumi overhead in a german suplex.

The daredevil was starting to feel extra competitive, since her fellow punk seemed to be on rather even footing with her, but was a pin up.

[CyanDimitrik]

"Perv," chides Katsumi, but lacking the venom of a genuine accusation. Her hands grip onto Tamago's wrists, her jaw firmed. And then - whoosh! The Punk Princess is whipped into the air and impacts the back of her head and shoulders against the mat behind her, exploding in a starry eruption of pain and dazing fatigue all at once.

Katsumi is released, and her body continues tumbling with the momentum, which leads her right up to her feet. Her arms swing blindly in front of her for one second.. two seconds.. three seconds. Then the punkette seems to realize she's too dazed to stand, and drops back to the mat in a sprawl. Her arms flop to either side, legs landing spread-eagle, her eyes only partly opened. Her lips parted, the modest curvature of her chest and flat, bare stomach rising and falling with each breath.

She's dimly aware of the roar of the audience around her. But she needs a moment to recover and recuperate, to get the eggs in her head unscrambled.

[RJD]

Tamago had managed to bare through her annoying persistent foes counters and damage minimisation now as she released her into a heavy German suplex! With the opportunity to gain momentum finally! Both punks had been scraping to take any advantage, but now that she had one Tamago needed a moment to catch her breath, breathing heavy for a moment on her back as both girls were down...

Tamago would roll round to her front, before approaching Katsumi and pulling her up to a seated position, before trying to drive her forearm into the lady's back before trying to wrap her arm round Katsumi's neck for a sleeper hold.

" Maybe I do like grabbing you, only long enough to weaken you for some big throws and slams though, hope you're looking forward to them. " Tamago said, leaning in close to her opponents neck, trying to squeeze hard to weaken her.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi is easily pulled to sit up, her head lolling a little before coming to focus on Tamago. She only has a chance to open her mouth before the other girl is pushing her upper-body down and colliding a forearm across her back. "Anh!" As she recoils, her back arching, Tamago repositions behind her back and locks her into a sleeper hold. Head now drawn back against Tamago, cheek resting to cheek, her hands paw at the other girl's forearm to try to dig her fingers in and loosen it.

"Nngh..."

She's pulled back more against the other girl, essentially reclining into her lap. She can feel Tamago's chest pressed in behind her shoulders, she can feel her breathing against her. Katsumi's skin glistens under the hard overhead light, having already wrestled a full match's worth with the girl to score the first fall of the evening, she's realizing quickly how her earlier mis-step has lead her to this predicament. A very... dangerous one, at that.

Her eyes squeeze shut, jaw firmed, trying to focus past the strength being sapped from her. "C-.. come on..!," she says, strained in the squeeze. "Sh-show me.. what'cha got..!" Because the very last thing she wants to do is blackout here. If that means goading her punky counterpart into moves that will potentially hurt more, she's willing to take that risk!

"I-.. can take it..!"