Royals Collide: Katsumi Oshiro vs Gabriel Vinlee

[CyanDimitrik]

Fortunately, Katsumi has a supple body that's as flexible as she is well-trained. The lean forward, drawing her captive leg closer to her chest is no thing to her, really. The rolling hips brushing against her cause an involuntary inhale, noticeably deeper than the other breaths, causing her chest to rise more dramatically. Her fingers curl, the eyes squeezing a little tighter shut.

The first count went unanswered.

The second count seemed to also go unanswered.

Katsumi was reeling from the slam and squeeze, the double-whammy of sorts forcing her body into a hard reset. Her back was aching, but she was at least able to breathe now. And she'd avoided going unconscious, close as she'd come to it. And more than hearing the shout of "TWO!", it's the rhythmic sensation of the slaps against the mat beside her head that caused her focus to sharpen.

It's a sudden, explosive burst of energy that causes her muscles to twitch and push outwards all at once. he explosion of muscle causes her leg to kick free and land in a tangle with Gabriel's, while her left shoulder jerks up off the mat. "HAAH!"

"Two-count! No pin!," declares the referee.

Katsumi has to take a couple hard breaths to center herself again, letting her back drop to the mat flat again. She tries nudging the knee Gabriel's perched upon upwards, making an effort to unseat her as she collects herself.

"I.. tol'ja.. gonna pin you tonight..," she says, still in her daze.

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel was reluctant to move away. She enjoyed invading Katsumi’s personal space. So, like a beast toying with its toy, she got down on all fours on top of her when Katsumi tried to push her away from her lap.

Knees on either side of her bottom, hands on either side of her head, and with her nose mere centimetres from the princess’s face. She looked like a predator, revealing her intentions with that flushed grin of hers.

“Yeah?” she asked. Her fingers traced, trailed up Katsumi’s skin before reaching her cheeks. She jostled her cheeks teasingly before deciding to squeeze her cheeks between her fingers firmly around her cheeks. “If you manage it, I might give you a prize.”

She lowered her face further, close enough for her breath to brush against the punk’s lips.

“But if not… Try not to let it bruise your ego.”

From there, she gracefully climbed to her feet—first, she’d lower her hips onto Katsumi’s lap—making sure she savoured every moment, every movement, and every curve she coaxed out of her in this little transition—Then straighten up with Katsumi into her hand.

Gabbie wanted to throw her backwards into the corner and apply a boot choke. Because she wanted to give her a breather. But the kind of breather that makes you forget all about the hugging treatment by introducing you to the foot treatment instead.

Spoiler

[CyanDimitrik]

Gabriel seemed to enjoy playing the... very physical game with her. Katsumi isn't sure what to call it. But she knows what it is when she's being subjected to it. She isn't going to deny that it has some effectiveness in changing the tone of the match, or more particularly, making her less furious about the low blow suffered before. Gabriel is very pretty, she isn't even going to pretend otherwise. But is the blonde trying to be seductive because it's a game? Or because she likes what she sees? Or because she's into what she's seen so far?

It had the benefit of giving her enough time to breathe, her heavy breaths beating against Gabriel's lips in return. And then her cheek is squeezed, pinched even, causing her to glower up at her. That felt like an answer to her previous question - she's toying with her. The only verbal response she gets out of her for the treatment is a quiet growl, at least until she starts to move back.

"Nh.."

It's a small, involuntary sound as Gabriel's hips meet Katsumi's again, reactively pressing upwards beneath her skirt. Internally, she regrets it. Externally, there wasn't going to be any other way she'd react to that from a girl who looks like Gabriel.

She's drawn up to her full height again, pulled along by Gabriel. Her eyes have yet to leave the blonde's, but she's waiting for the right moment. The right opportunity. And when she starts to get pushed back, her body instinctively reacts with hard-earned training. It's a quick step back with the momentum, and the feet plant. Her hand returns the grip on Gabriel's wrist, and Katsumi pivots to reverse irish whip her into the corner instead!

Katsumi will not be taking her time with the follow-up. No aura-farming. No frills. She fully expects Gabriel to hit the corner with her back, not her front, anticipating she has the ring awareness and training to avoid taking the impact chest-first. But Katsumi is pursuing hot on her heels, ready to step up into the lower rope with the left foot and drive her right knee deep into the blonde's abdominal muscles.

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel was putting on quite the show before putting Katsumi Oshiro through her next ordeal as she dragged the moment out, holding her by the neck as if she were a half-broken toy on display, then spun round to hurl her into the corner just as the cheers for her and the mixed boos were at their peak. But then the punk princess’s patience ran out.

Just as the Queen sought to hurl her like rubbish into the corner, the Japanese punk spun round instantly to face her attacker, planting her feet firmly on the canvas whilst grabbing Gabriel by the wrist.

Her grip was rock-solid, so the princess countered, using the Queen’s own strength combined with a little of her own to hurl her into the corner!

Gabriel found herself spinning as she was thrown, not of her own volition, but because she was caught off guard. Three strides of hers before slamming her back into the corner! Her back shook the corner, her head was also jolted out, and her elbows dangled.

The instant Gabriel settled against the turnbuckles, Katsumi planted a knee into her gut, folding her onto the middle turnbuckle and forcing the Queen to collapse into a seated position against the turnbuckles.

"GUOGH!"


The knee made her body jerk violently; her legs tensed before they fell onto the canvas, at the same time as the rest of her body collapsed on top of the other woman.

Her hips wedged between the turnbuckles.

The crowd groaned as her cheeks puffed out and the impact exploded through her back. Also, Gabriel's eyes widened, dazed as her body began to shake; the knee did not pull back after it had struck. So the blonde slowly slumped onto her attacker’s shoulder, burying her face in it and coughing in small twitches.

Gabbie seemed to melt into a limp rag, and clearly, the queen wasn’t prepared for such a sudden outburst.

She’d thought Oshiro would take longer to recover. But apparently, Gabriel wasn’t the only one who could pretend to be spent. Even so, the murmurs and cheers of spectators for that earth-shattering blow fired up the ring, and the cameras couldn’t help but capture the side angle and broadcast it across the screens.

"Not bad," Gabriel dared to whisper, her voice raspy after the impact tightened her diaphragm. A cough followed. B-but is that all you want to do to me, little princess?" she murmured, smiling against her collarbone.

[CyanDimitrik]

It felt good, driving her knee deep into Gabriel's muscled belly after the squeeze she'd put her through. It felt like more than just a way to cut off her momentum, it felt like a statement was being made. She hadn't pretended to be worked over in that grip, she'd endured it. And it was brutal. Brutal and, if she were being honest, a little thrilling at certain moments. But as it turns out, she's not the only one who might get a little bit of a kick out of feeling the intensity of an opponent.

With Gabriel leaning so heavily against her, Katsumi carefully extracts her knee from its buried position in the other girl's stomach. She drops from the bottom rope again to stand fully on both feet, her gloved hands setting quickly to the blonde's waist to support her balance. Feeling her face pressed into her shoulder, her lips moving against her collar, hearing the words - oh that sends a fresh spike of intrigue running through her. It's a dare. Or.. an invitation, almost. It's not one Katsumi intends to overlook, at that.

One thing stands out to her in that moment, however. Just one point of amusement that the troll in her simply cannot pass up. Her hands move from Gabbie's narrow waist to her biceps, and with a forceful shove, she ensures the girl's arms are nicely secured over the top ropes at either side, deliberately leaving her toned body defenseless. Her right hand immediately switches to grab a fistful of Gabbie's hair near the bangs to yank her head back, despite enjoying the feel of her lips moving against her skin. No, in this moment, she wants to match her vibrant green eyes to Gabriel's own green pools.

The blonde is met with a coy smile.

"You're, what, maybe an inch taller?," she teases.

Because, you know, she called her 'little'. She's aware she was probably trying to be condescending or patronizing. But it's far more fun to be pedantic and aggravating. It's a whopping one inch difference between them. But given the way she'd said it, there's the glimmering awareness that Gabriel may not, in fact, even be bugged about that point of fact. The tone of their bout feels like it's shifted, despite the low blow inflicted upon her earlier.

That's dangerous, though. Katsumi needs to stay focused and come out on top. All eyes are on her to see if she can keep that momentum, and that's a fiery position to be in.

Still. The look Gabriel is getting, brief as it is, is distinctly marked with a playful note. Just a little quirk at the corner of her lips, hinting at a smile.

Then the hair is released! Gabriel's head is free to drop forward or lift on its own. Katsumi has something else in mind - and that something else lingers beneath the blonde's admittedly very pretty face. Her right hand moves in, low, spreading her fingertips against Gabriel's defined abdominal region, lightly pressing into the smooth skin to feel out the girl's muscletone.

"Planning on doing way more to you," she confides. "Starting here. Tighten up for me..."

She'd felt the firmness of Gabby's midsection before, at the start of the bearhug - namely when the two were pressed stomach-to-stomach. And she fully intends to pay her back for that and return the favor. But she'd be lying if she said she didn't have a certain weakness for girl's with a tight, toned belly. And it's a special kind of thrill to break it down and overwhelm that particular cluster of muscles. And it's going to be so much more satisfying to do it while feeling her body tensed and flexed in preparation. To see the tightness and defenses wear out.

She isn't going to wait long, though. Just a few seconds to see if the blonde complies. Then it's on to business. The right hand withdraws and the left rockets in, driving a low hook punch into Gabriel's obliques. Instantly, Katsumi alternates to the right, firing another hook more directly into the blonde's belly. Another left surges in, aimed to sink into Gabriel's waist. And the combination continues for four punches more, each determined to drive deeper into her stomach, to feel her abdominal wall yield under abuse, to watch Gabriel's face under the duress of each crushing body blow.

[Hagen-Autem]

The whistles from the crowd encouraged Katsumi’s intentions as she began running her fingers over Brit Viber. Curiously exploring and felt out the character of this European woman.

Grabbing Gabriel by the hair was already a terrible idea for most of the female wrestlers who had tried it; nevertheless, something about Katsumi’s games earned her a half-smile as well, instead of the usual knee to the groin for daring to touch her straight golden hair.

Then Katsumi Oshiro decided to leave that enviable mane behind and run her fingers down the blonde’s enviable physique, making her shiver at her touch.

More cheers from the stands.

Katsumi’s fingers had stopped right against the middle of Gabriel’s abdominal muscles. That touch made her stomach sink in slightly and her abs tense. And at her opponent’s request, Gabriel merely winked at her.

That gesture drove the fans wild.

But the first blow wasn’t what Gabriel expected. Instead of a direct hook to her abdomen, so she could find out how strong her abs were, Katsumi decided to throw a direct hook at her obliques, bending the blonde over as she slammed her hips against the corner padding. A grimace formed on her face, but it wasn’t enough to say that it had dominated her. Even so, as soon as she straightened up when that left punch pulled away, Katsumi threw another.

A right hand flew straight into the queen’s belly, just below her navel, slamming her back against the corner. But her abs were strong; it barely shook her. But Katsumi fired a left hook the moment her other fist moved away from that hot wall of steel. Alternating between one and the other. Shaking the beautiful British woman’s body with several impacts aimed at her abdomen. Taking advantage of how flat it was.

Each impact sank in slightly, but came out through her back. Slamming Gabriel’s rear into the corner with each one.

The queen bit her lips as Katsumi made it clear how much she wanted to do this to her. But in response to her vibe, the queen formed a smile; just a moan escaped her.

That was her way of hiding it: be arrogant when someone brushes against her limits. Thus, she wanted to show how difficult it was to crush her abs when they were ready to take the blows. But the truth was that Katsumi was consistent. And consistency could overcome her.

Little by little, those abs began losing their firmness, and the rebounds of her back against the corner became stronger. The queen hid it, remaining undaunted, but her hands didn't. They were gripping the ropes tightly, knowing that her limit was approaching.

"Gouugh-!"

Just when Gabriel took a breath to endure, the seventh punch landed on her belly.

Katsumi’s fist sank into her, bending the queen around her waist with a hook that left her standing on tiptoe. The blonde’s hair fell forward with the moan that escaped. Her hands were the only thing preventing her from falling onto Katsumi, since they grabbed the ropes tightly.

The demolition by Katsumi’s final shot would have been barely visible to the crowd because of Gabriel’s hair getting in the way. But the punk princess could have seen it.

How her eyes widened, how her lips pursed as saliva splashed out of her mouth, and how that arrogant shield buckled before her battering ram. The indomitable queen would be left on tiptoe, her rear resting on the padding, coughing and trying to swallow.

If she could convey anything, it would be a very simple phrase.

"Guck— not-t bad~." She would swallow air. "... Is that the best you can do to me?" The glint of one of her green eyes could barely be seen through her hair.