Sienna Smith vs Katsumi Oshiro - Winner Take All!

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Sienna was feeling herself again. She tossed the slightly smaller gal across the ring in strong fashion before turning over and working her way up to her feet, herself. The bikini-clad beauty barely caught the hardly audible words of her foe. Hoping to keep the momentum going, Smith replied both with words and with action!

"And who's gonna stop me, Punkette?!" The vixen retorted as she dashed toward Oshiro, picking up some conspicuous speed! She'd lead with her shoulder and try to nail her foe with a Spear against the turnbuckle, hoping to take the wind out of her sails and pin Kat down in one place! In Sienna's mind, hopefully a place where she'd be easy pickings!

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"HOUFF!"

Katsumi had only just gotten to her feet when the shoulder connects with her bare midsection, caving her in and causing her to sag over Sienna. Eyes are squeezed shut, mouth agape in pain, knees wobbly - if Sienna were to back away, she'd likely fall. There are a couple choked swallows as she scrabbles, quite literally, to regain her senses, her hands palming blindly along Sienna's back and spine. Finally, she forces her eyes open and withdraws her right arm to hook over the top rope to support herself, the other arm dropping to dangle at her side. She's still on her feet, but her frame is heaving with each breath, desperate to recover and unable to speak, much less mount a defense yet.

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Sienna's sudden rush threw Katsumi for a loop. With the Punkette staggered and nearly falling onto her person, Sienna would smile with the confidence that she was more physically imposing, more assertive in the ring. This was still the same girl as last time. The girl who arrogantly asked for an open challenge and bit off more than she could chew! It didn't take long for Kat to drape her arm over the rope and find some small measure of footing, but the bikini-clad babe had every intention of taking advantage!

"You? Huh? You couldn't beat me when I was barely trying!" Sienna would taunt after quickly assuming a standing position and sinking a right hook into Katsumi's exposed abs. Smith was quick to follow up with an uppercut to the Japanese middleweight's chin. After rocking the girl's jaw, she'd curl her finger under Kat's chin and force her into slightly suggestive eye contact. If all went well, Sienna would continue pushing her agenda, making efforts to domme this girl mentally as well as physically, opting to bend the rules of the match rather than break them.

"I want you to think about every lewd embarrassing thing that I'm gonna do to you after this match and back at my place after I beat you. Because I promise you I'll do all that and more!"

If Sienna continued having her way with Kat, she'd keep things going by pulling the girl from the corner and throwing her across the ring and towards the opposite corner with an Irish Whip! Sienna would dash behind Kat with the full intention of hitting her with a Stinger Splash in the corner to give her a faceful of bosom and mindful of doubts!

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An undignified grunt escapes the punkette as the fist drills into her stomach, folding around Sienna's knuckles. But her natural inclination to curl up is denied when a fist propels into her chin! The Japanese girl's head whips back, and she sags into the corner a little more in a pained daze. Her head is raised, bright green eyes locking onto Sienna's with hurt defiance.

"N-no.. you.." She swallows. "...won't. Ah-!"

Her counter-argument is cut quite short as she's pulled out of the corner and whipped across the ring! Her footfalls are a stagger, managing to spin around before her back impacts the corner post again. Limbs tense, and she manages to take one step forward in recoil before finding herself mashed into the corner again, bodily, by Sienna! "Mnfuh!"

Her arms drop to her sides, and should Sienna step back, Katsumi will drop to the mat in a seated position, propped in the corner and head hanging. Otherwise, she'll stand pinned between the corner post and Sienna's body, panting, her head resting against the ebon girl's shoulder.

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Having shifted the momentum in her favor, Sienna was on a roll. She had found her groove in this match, casting aside her own doubts about having a new invigorated Punkette, a Kat with something to prove. The brunette wrestled with oppressive and suggestive offense, pushing the envelope and leaving Katsumi in vulnerable, exposed situations to continue pushing her agenda. A stiff uppercut left the Japanese girl nice and ply for a follow-up. Sienna made good on the opportunity by picking up the pace and whipped the girl into the ring's opposite corner where she could nail Katsumi with a Running Body Splash! Fans cheered as things took a turn for the worst for Oshiro.

Sienna pointed to her fans in attendance as she kept her toned, bikini-clad frame pressed up against Kat's in the corner. Her foe rested her head on Smith's shoulder, seemingly needing the support of her opponent and the turnbuckles behind her to keep herself up in any real capacity. Sienna was quick to pick up on this moment of weakness.

"Get over here, my little prisoner of war!" Sienna beckoned as she placed a hand on the back of Katsumi's neck to begin prying her from the corner of the ring. Sienna intended to bring the girl towards the center of the squared circle to wrap her arm around that neck and secure a Facelock to set her up for a DDT in the middle of the ring! Should Sienna continue her command of the match, she'd grab a handful of Katsumi's skirt to add some height and some leverage as she lifts the girl with the intention of spiking her head into the mats below! The barefoot beauty would be quick to roll her foe over onto her back after hitting the move, continuing her showboating by blowing kisses to the crowd before getting up to venture towards that very same corner they emerged from to set up for a Flying Elbow front the top rope to seal the deal!

"I own you now, Kat!" Sienna would roar as she looked to put her rival middleweight away!

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It's hard to imagine how things could be worse for Katsumi. Some might call it karma for being such a punk to other girls. Others just like to see edgy people get destroyed. But for Katsumi, every blow she sustains, every impact she endures, wounds her beyond the physical. It's crushing her spirit. She's fighting for her life, and the fans out there don't seem to get that.

Does Sienna? Would it really matter?

"Nnh..," protests Katsumi as her sweating nape is taken. She's lead on staggering boots towards the center of the ring, her breath shaky and knees bowing unsteadily. Her head is yanked under Sienna's arm.

"Anh!," she yelps quietly. Her body heaves with hastened breaths as dread fills her. She needs to fight back! But she can't even get her bearings! She manages to place a hand to Sienna's smooth waist, but it does little good. Her shorts are grabbed, and she's lifted in the air. Her entire body tenses, and on the way down, she let's out a terrified shriek.

The ring shudders, and Katsumi collapses to the mat in a limp heap. As she's rolled over, her arms splay out, as if inviting Sienna to her pert breasts, slightly parted lips, or sweat-glistened bare belly. Her chest rises and falls heavily, rapidly, but her eyes have shut. Her limbs and fingertips twitch on occasion, a visual feast for Sienna's savage fans.

This looks like it's it. Katsumi is defenseless in the middle of the ring, with Sienna poised to put a hard and punishing cap on this match. She declares herself to own Katsumi. She takes to flight. The elbow reaches...

...and lands directly against the girl's bare, slender stomach, caving in under the pressure and forcing Katsumi to spasm and fold inwards. Eyes aren't simply shut anymore, but rather her lids are squeezed down tight, the pain clearly written on her otherwise pixie-esque features. When she drops flat to the mat again, it's with a breathless and agonized writhe.

That's the look of a broken girl.

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When Sienna made contact, she could feel it. Her Elbow Drop from the Top Rope didn't just take the wind out of Katsumi's sails, it expunged hope from everyone watching in attendance, and from Katsumi, herself. In one fluid, majestic motion, the toned, bikini-closed wrestler soared from her perch on the top turnbuckle and drilled Punkette's flat tummy, leaving her a pained, broken heap on the canvas in the middle of the LAW ring. Fans gasped and cheered as sienna sat up with a content smile on her face. Whatever doubts the meddling diva had earlier in this match were completely washed away. In the end, she was able to own Oshiro any day of the week. At least, that's what she told herself as she dusted off her upper body and readied herself to pick up this win! Sienna adjusted her bikini top as she instructed the referee and the camera man.

"Alright boys, make sure this is a nice and slow count. I wanna be able to look back on this replay and really savor the moment. You, make sure you get my good side, ok? These fans need to see this. Kat needs to see this." Sienna and gestured to the officials as she began to straddle Katsumi, resting her thighs on Kat's sides as she delicately rested her index finger on the Punkette's nose and flexed her free arm and bicep.

"Alright....I'm ready!" Smith instructed. With few signs of life from Kat, if any, the official would reluctantly drop to his knees and check the shoulders before starting. A breathless, sweaty, defenseless Kat laid beneath the ebony vixen's frame as a count began toward Kat's metaphorical demise - toward the loss of her autonomy and personhood!

".....ONE.....!

Sienna's smile widened. The fan reactions became more hysterical as divisiveness continued plaguing the crowd, eliciting cheers in favor of both women! Sienna maintained her cocky pin, fully expecting to hear the referee call out the third count in 10 seconds or so!

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A thin whine escapes Katsumi as Sienna's weight is added to her trim waist. Her brow knits, lips parting to breathe, and button nose mushing under the fingertip.

In her world, there's only negativity. Pain, throbbing, aching in her midsection. Regret; partially at not having more durable abs, but mostly at accepting the match. She could've come back from what happened. This, she can't. This is the end. And then there's the haze of physical trauma - straining her muscles, her lungs, her mind. It's like a fog mixed with with restraints.

The first count sounds off, and the haze begins to lift. Her breathing accelerates as awareness comes back. It's dread. Fear. Bordering primal, causing her heart to race. Her leg shifts, dragging a heel across the mat. Her shoulders remain squarely flat, but her chest rises and falls more dramatically.

"...TWO...!"

Her eyes squeeze shut, her expression increasingly anguished. Her arms lift at the elbows, setting against Sienna's knees. The roar of the audience is so much white noise, but she feels like her heart is about to leap out of her chest.

The referee's hand swings down.

With a desperate cry, Katsumi throws an arm up to pull her shoulder off the mat.

The referee's hand hits the mat.

"TH- NO! ONLY A TWO-COUNT!"

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And just like that, it was all over. Or so Sienna believed for just a split-second. She threw her hands up in celebration. But as soon as she heard the words of the referee, the brawny brunette did a doubletake in the ref's direction.

"TWO?! WHADDYA MEAN TWO?!" Smith roared as she came to the realization that somehow, someway, Kat had hung on. She looked down at Katsumi with an incredulous expression. The bikini-clad babe cast her glasses aside and got up. With her hands on her hips, Smith glared down at a defiant, resilient Katsumi.

"Oh you must love resisting the inevitable, Punkette! Wake up and embrace your 'new real'! I own you! And I've got just the move to prove it!" Sienna roared before lifting her bare foot and stomping down on the Japanese native's hurt tummy a couple times before bending forward to collect her from the canvas. Sienna pulled Katsumi up by the hair. She held the girl at eye level and blew a kiss to her with her free hand. Normally, this next move would be sealed with a proper makeout session. But Oshiro's imposed rules on this bout forced Sienna to keep things PG.

Sienna would bend this girl forward and attempt to secure Kat's head between her mighty thighs. The sensation would feel all too familiar to the Punkette. Should her setup go off without a hitch, avid fans of both women would know exactly what Sienna was going for! She'd try to piledriver her way into another consecutive win over Katsumi and complete ownership over her figuratively and literally!

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When Sienna looks down at her, Katsumi is back to lying flat on the canvas. Her petite frame rises and falls heavily with each labored breath, her eyes shut, lips parted. She's trying to focus. Her one and only goal there was to not be pinned. She did't have a follow-up. Just stay alive. That's all that mattered.

A foot slams down against her unprotected stomach. Katsumi's body convulses from the impact, eyes shooting open and wanting to curl in - but Sienna stomps a time or two extra for good measure. After the onslaught, the Japanese girl turns over onto her side, arms clutching her midsection. Her hair is seized, and she reacts by grabbing for those wrists. But she's still recovering. Her body's been battered, she's having a hard enough time breathing after the abuse, let alone pooling her strength.

Her head is tucked between Sienna's legs. There's a whimper as she sets her hands against her opponent's thighs, likely a sound only heard by Sienna herself. Oh, she knows what's coming. And she's positive she won't be conscious through it. It may as well be a killing blow. Her career, her life, all of it - gone with a single punctuation mark of a move. All the things no one else could really know about her, what she'd given up or sacrificed to be where she is. It could be karma for disobeying the people who took her in. Or for upsetting so many people in the past. She could argue that she didn't really mean to upset most of them, but the damage was done. This could very well be what she deserves.

Well.

Hell with that.

She made sacrifices. She made hard choices. This is where she wanted to be. She's not going to just accept this is comeuppance.

The whimper becomes a growl, and Katsumi's hands slide down Sienna's legs to behind her knees. With a sudden pull, she attempts to yank her balance right out from under her, to land her ideally flat on her back and retaliate with a brutish stomp of her heel against her opponent's belly. She doesn't have the strength yet to pull a rocket launcher. She'll have to resort to brawling.