Kansai Collision - Shion Akahoshi vs Katsumi Oshiro

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Every bit of movement was going against Shion. Her arms further together behind her. Her back arching a little more. Her head forced almost to the point where her chin was pressed against her collar, with her own chest being all she could see of herself. The whole thing left her abdomen completely vulnerable to Katsumi's bare hand and its excavating fingers, seeking out any reaction from stretched and teased muscles.

It wasn't like Shion had any choice but to oblige the Punk Princess with what she wanted; every potential path of struggle required flexing those abs in one way or another!

Her legs were completely free- the one grace she had this ridiculous position. Her initial reflexes had her simply planting her boots and pushing down, to lift her hips and reduce that stretch so she could flex more defensively, but that was hardly a sustainable proposition. Options spun through her head-

Then Katsumi let out that bitchy little taunt, complete with palm-pats to the biker's stomach. That did it. She was finally getting properly annoyed at the woman's damn needling. Good enough to remind her to pick a target and fucking swing for it.

"Oh, fuck you!" she let out in English. Clenching her teeth and releasing a heavy half-snort, half-growl, she kicked with both legs to one side. She was hoping they were ideally still close enough to the side to land a leg across the bottom rope, but she'd take trying to at least topple the hold!

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The angry shout was enough to get a devilish laugh from the Punk Princess. It had just the reaction she'd hoped it would! After Shion's own sass, Katsumi had been feeling the need to drop an insecurity-punishing line and assert Mean Girl Dominance. It's a thing. Everyone knows it's a thing. It didn't matter that Shion's midsection was absolutely not soft in anything but the most appreciative way skin would be. The muscletone beneath the patting hand felt solid enough, likely even moreso now with her flexing against the punishment. No, this was just meant to antagonize her opponent.

The sudden twist to one concerted side sees success! In fact, it sees success on both ends! One of her legs hooks the bottom rope, while the force of the pull managed to drag both women onto their sides. Not enough for Katsumi to release the lotus position trapping her arms and crushing her shoulders, forcing her chin to her chest, nor enough to make her release her midsection, but certainly enough to make it lessen. And in a submission hold like this, degrees matter!

"That's it! She has the rope! Release her!"

Except Katsumi doesn't. With a smirk, her thighs flex and she squeezes the position with renewed vigor. Her cheek rests over Shion's hip, her fingers curled to clench against the abdominals.

"I said let go! One! Two!"

Katsumi tightens! Each second brings her to clench harder against the other girl, wanting to milk the position for as much damage as possible.

"Three..! FOUR..!"

All of a sudden, the legs detangle and Katsumi's palm leaves Shion's midsection. She's pulling away, scooting awkwardly on her hip to extract herself from the entanglement. "What!? Chill!"

"When I say let go, let go!"

"I thought you were saying you were letting yourself go!," argues Katsumi as she collects herself to her knees. "You look like that, you're saying that, anyone could'a made that mistake!"

"Oshiro-san!"

"Referee-woman!"

The referee glowers at her, lips thinned.

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Shion couldn't see shit aside from the view of her own chest with the way her head was bent forward, even after managing to roll the two of them to the side. There was no mistaking the feel of her boot hitting the rope, though, hooking against it with enough force as if she were to start using it to drag them out of the ring!

Of course, her opponent wasn't going to just release the hold immediately. Shion certainly wouldn't have, if the positions were reversed.

That didn't stop Shion from thinking Katsumi a little shit for it.

"Gnngh..!" was about the best noise she could muster. It turned out to be very difficult to get a good growl out with her head firmly locked down, jaw clamped shut! Especially with her abdomen trying to keep defending unassisted against that clawing hand.

It was her shoulders and chest baring the brunt of the hold, however, stretched to their limits as her elbows were almost forced to touch behind her back. A fiery pain had spread across her upper body, even threatening a little numbness in the lower arms.

Naturally, the Punk Princess dutifully released the hold in time to narrowly avoid disqualification, leaving Shion to wince and bring her arms forward. Well, one arm, until she flopped over face-down, one boot still draped over the bottom rope. "Gh.. fuckin'..." she muttered, fortunately given some small amount of time while referee girl willingly subjected herself to Katsumi's banter.

She would have loved to take advantage of it, of course. Spring to her feet and dropkick referee girl right into that dumb smug smile to topple both of 'em, but her arms were feeling made of lead, useless for much more than stabilizing herself while her legs did the work of getting back upright. It left her forced to work her shoulders while one hand rubbed her aching midsection as she turned to regain her bearings.

Locking with those shining green eyes again, now that she was good and pissed off.

"Fuckin' MOVE, ref!" she bellowed while rushing forward, keeping her arms in this time as she went for a shoulder tackle!