Alexia vs. Katsumi Oshiro (Falls Count Anywhere)

[TheManVan]

Alexia was splayed across the table, laying on her back as she continued to gasp for air while trying to regain her sense. Her balance sense, not her actual sense, since she lost that so long ago. Soon Katsumi would be with her, standing on top of the table as she pulled Alexia with her as they were standing on top of the table for all to see.

It was a dangerous element, one false move and one or both of them could go tumbling down on to the unforgiving ground. Alexia started to move on her own accord as she stood on the table, however she would be pulled into a powerful bearhug as her head arched back to let out a cry! "Aaaaaaaaaah!" she screamed, her entire front pushing against Katsumi in an incredibly sexy display of dominance!

Her core was being worn down even more so, breathing being almost impossible as her breasts smooshed and rubbed against Katsumi's, twisting and turning in a vain attempt to escape!

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi finally seems to have a solid hold on the harlequin girl, feeling her breasts mashing to her own, but more importantly, their bare stomachs grinding together - with Alexia's compressing in the exchange. Hearing her scream out is exactly what the sweaty punkette was shooting for, an audible sign of near submission, and a sound she'll hold onto for a while to come. Every few secondds, the Punk Princess reaffirms her grip on Alexia's body, jolting the girl against herself.

"Alexia!," she calls out to the girl trapped in her arms. "Only one way this ends! With you flat on your back!" Her back arches to ply more pressure against the other wrestler's stomach, rather pleased that this seems to be the end for her opponent. She couldn't ask for a more dominating end. "You ready!?"

[TheManVan]

The sexy bearhug continued, Katsumi squeezing harder and harder on her, their bare stomaches grinding against each other as Alexia's stomach pressed into the rival stomach in an attempt to get air into her lungs and barely succeeded in keeping herself from passing out from asphyxiation. Another tight squeeze jolted Alexia, her back continuing to arch as her chest was forced out, pressing harder into Katsumi's pair as she decreed that this was going to end.

Rather than dread the ending, the match she had with Katsumi was tremendously fun! It only made her more excited with what Katsumi was going to do to finish her off!

"Ha...ha...br-bring it!" she let out, her lips curling into a big smile, wondering what Katsumi was going to do to finish her off!

[CyanDimitrik]

Oh, there's that maniacal glee Katsumi's come to expect from her bizarre opponent. Most people would be angry, ashamed, or even fearful of what the Punk Princess was going to do to them to end the match. Alexia just openly embraced it. It's kind of scary; like maybe she'll power through it somehow. But Katsumi pushes that thought away - she couldn't, right? No matter how freaky her behavior, Alexia is still only human. She nearly choked her out just a moment ago, right?

Katsumi seizes up around Alexia's waist a little more, grinding her body in tighter. She may be human, but she doesn't want to take any chances.

"You got it. This is how you shut down the club!"

With the light-framed harlequin girl in her grasp and completely at her mercy, Katsumi hops into the air and torques with her in a clean, lateral spin. The end result is Alexia's back meeting the unyielding, hard surface of the announcer's table, with Katsumi's weight landing heavily atop her in her belly-to-belly suplex finisher, the Shut Down.

With the announcer's standing agog at the battle having taken place right in front of them, Katsumi moves to pin the blonde right there on the table in dominant fashion. Still lying directly over her, her hips against the other girl's, stomach to stomach, breasts mashed to breasts, Katsumi arches her back to raise her head. Her right forearm presses across Alexia's cheek to turn her face to the audience, while her left hand holds the girl's wrist down at shoulder-level.

"She's done! Count it!"

[TheManVan]

Alexia was wondering how Katsumi was going to finish her off, was she going to squeeze her until she passed out? Or maybe she was going to throw her off of the table for a hellacious ride? The different outcomes were flooding Alexia's mind as from this they could go anywhere with it! Hearing Katsumi, she got more and more psyched up to see what was coming next. The increase pressure with Katsumi's arms tightening around, mashing together their bodies let out another groan mixed with a moan from Alexia's mouth as it came.

Katsumi powered her up, twisting her up while in the air before slamming her right back into the table! Now unlike most tables in wrestling, this one did not explode on contact, leaving a hard surface for Alexia to be smashed and recoil off of it against Katsumi's body pressing against hers! The frontal battle was clear who won, Alexia's breasts and stomach and hips being pinned underneath Katsumi as she pinned her on top of the table!

[CyanDimitrik]

The referee-girl has been left nearly long forgotten up in the ring. The most she could do is follow the action along the ropes, waiting for someone to climb on top of the other. After all, what could she do? This match had precious little in terms of rules and regulations. But at last, the end of the carnage appears to be in sight. With Katsumi lying body-over-body with Alexia and shouting for the count, the stripe-clad girl lifts an arm to begin waving.

The audience joins in the count.

Katsumi nods firmly with each beat, her back arching to press her full front harder along Alexia's seemingly defeated form.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

[TheManVan]

Alexia laid underneath Katsumi, her breathing ragged and strained with Katsumi's body weight laying down on her in such a risque position, feeling all those breasts and stomach mashing against hers as the audience counted with the pin, but Alexia was making no movements as the final count fell! As much as she wanted this match to continue, her body was unable to respond, the crushing bearhug sapping the wild energy of hers and the slam putting her in a position of inactivity!

"THREE!"

[CyanDimitrik]

There it was! The third and final count!

Katsumi sits up, perched with her hips over Alexia's. One hand rests on her foe's collar for balance as she leans, head hanging a moment. She needs a breather. She needs a break. Hell, she needs a shower. There's a heavy inhale, hard enough to bring her frame to rise, then a ragged exhale, lowering her again. Katsumi sits upright more, moving the hand from Alexia's collar to her toned belly.

"Your winner by pinfall! Katsumi! OOOOSHIROOO!"

Her entrance music playing again, the punkette raises her free fist in the air. Eyes remain shut against the noise of the bloodthirsty crowd, however. It's a lot to take in, to process, and there's never a match that feels... samey. But that's why she does it. Native habitat, getting into fights. But there's just no getting used to it.

At last, Katsumi dismounts Alexia to land on her boots with a stagger. Arms raise again, this time with eyes open and a confident smile on her face; giving the people what they want. That attitude. Finally, the slender Punk Princess heads for the ramp to make her exit, knowing an attendant will deal with her errant belongings. Amidst the cheer of the audience at either side, Katsumi raises her arms again - palms outturned in a cocky sort of acknowledgment to their existence. Sure, she actually loves the crowd. She can't let them know that, though!