Elena Volkov vs Katsumi Oshiro

[ElenaVolkov]

Elena thought she struck gold by delivering a closed fist to Katsumi’s midriff. She forgot for a moment she was supposed to act like a babyface, and the crowd didn’t particularly appreciate her bending the rules. Neither did the referee, who addressed the fist with a stern warning. It was worth it, though… Katsumi was embarrassing her in her own game, showing technical prowess and working that simple, yet effective hold quite well to the point Elena’s shoulder was starting to hurt.

“Huh?” Elena tried to play dumb, pretend she didn’t actually hit Katsumi with the closed fist as she attempted to stretch the arm and shoulder out, testing it just to feel it again. “It was a forearm shot, ref!” She lied, again not exactly playing the role of the babyface as she was supposed to. That distraction proved to be fatal however, as Katsumi managed to outright pummel her from behind with a decently strong forearm shot to the back which sent a kneeling Elena down to the canvas hard face first.

The debutant couldn’t afford this to become a striking exchange, as she knew Katsumi had her number in that regard. So she took a passive approach instead. Elena reached for her midback with her left hand, while in a prone position, trying to feel the hurt part of her body. She would then attempt to plant her palms to the mat and get on all four quick… in an attempt to get back up to her feet as soon as possible, but definitely leaving Katsumi some room and time to follow up on that pummeling forearm shot.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi was so sure this other chick was going to be a regular goodie-two-shoes type. A real girlscout. She has that look, that expression; all business, no frills. And then she's throwing a closed-fist punch! And she's arguing with the referee! Katsumi liked to think she was pretty keen to identify people and their personality types, but this hardly seems fitting!

Clobbering her on the back, however, felt more gratifying. And as Elena begins to collect herself, Katsumi is ready for her. She attempts to hook her arms beneath the blonde's shoulders to restrain her arms back and halt her in a somewhat bent forward position. And from there, she begins to piston her knee upwards, aiming to blast strike after strike into the girl's stomach in retaliation! Though she's wearing kneepads, the force behind it is meant to cave in the other girl's belly with each successive blow.

"Let's!" Slam. "Just!" Slam. "Slow!" Slam. "You!" Slam. "Down!" Slam. "A sec!" Slam.

[ElenaVolkov]

Before Elena could get back to her feet, she felt Katsumi’s arms and hands wrapped around her neck and arms, effectively restraining her in a very awkward position. Bent over and with her midsection exposed, but with nowhere really to go, Elena knew she was in some trouble now. And then her opponent began to grind away at her midsection with a series of nasty knee shots, one right after the other in a very serious and aggressive way. Elena’s midriff was rather tight and fit, and her slender figure made her midsection for a rather interesting target to go after as it would essentially wear her down for good. The first three shots made Elena recoil backwards, as Katsumi’s knee pad sank deep into her stomach. Elena would eventually start to lose her balance and let herself go down, but Katsumi had a strong grip on her and managed to deliver three more shots that really set the tone of the match and potentially turned the tide in a decisive manner.

If let go eventually, Elena would collapse to the mat and clutch her battered midsection, rolling to the side and covering it up with her left arm. She would then attempt to create some separation between her and Katsumi, possibly by crawling on all four towards the nearest corner and then use the ropes as leverage to get herself back up, before sitting down on the lower bucke pad, massaging her belly… she had to buy herself a little bit of time to recover and hiding in the corner could potentially be the solution… unless Katsumi had other plans.

[CyanDimitrik]

Ah, brawling. It felt so natural. So comfortable. That's how Katsumi would get down and rowdy before she became a wrestler. It was her mainstay arsenal for much of her career, too. It only began to take a backseat when she went away for additional training and development, opting out of wild strikes and into more calculated and savvy grapples. Ultimately, it was an upgrade. An improvement. But, boy, did she ever enjoy getting back to her roots when the opportunity arose.

Each pummeling shot to Elena's stomach felt liberating. And after the sixth time implanting her knee into the other girl's trim midsection, she had to release her from the hold. She had to. How else was she going to savor the moment? She wanted an eyeful, to watch Elena crumple to the mat, maybe wheeze, wallow, anguish. She was right, after all - Elena, that is. Katsumi does have a preference for targeting the stomach. That's where all the vital muscles live. Everything from getting up off the mat to kicking out of a pin, to lifting an opponent, to throwing a punch - all of it has to either begin with or move through the abdominals. Break that down, and the other person... well...

The train of thought drifts as Katsumi watches the other girl crawl across the mat. The results speak for itself. And she's only just beginning.

By the time Elena has seated herself on the pad, Katsumi is closing in. And she reaches for her arms, hoping to pull her more upright and to drape her limbs along either side of the ropes to support her. And, naturally, to keep her arms out of the way. Her hand moves to Elena's chin to cup her face, lips pursed in a small moue of foux-sympathy. "Poor thing. M'gonna have you begging before we're done tonight."

The hand drops in favor of grabbing the middle ropes at either side of her waist, and yanking in hard to thrust her shoulder deep into Elena's stomach. And should she drive into her, she'll continue pushing, grinding her shoulder hard into the other girl's gut.

[ElenaVolkov]

While Elena did manage to create some separation by crawling away and towards the corner, it didn’t last long as Katsumi was right on top of her, effectively cutting her off and stalking her as soon as she sat on the lower turn buckle pad. Naturally, her opponent bullied Elena into an elevated stance and draped her arms around the top ropes to expose the midsection. The skin tight one piece gear left little to the imagination, as Katsumi could see the midriff below quite clearly, even beneath the fabric. It seemed as if Katsumi had painted a cute little bullseye on Elena’s belly and thus far the tactic was working to perfection, as it effectively halted Elena’s momentum and had her on the defensive ever since.

Her opponent then leaned forward and drove a nasty shoulder thrust right into Elena’s tight waist. The impact sent Elena’s butt backwards, almost touching the steel post as her frame was folded over around Katsumi’s shoulder and sandwiched in between the middle and the top turnbuckle pad. “Ooooommmmphhhhh” Elena grunted rather loudly as Katsumi’s shoulder dug deep into her abdominal area, further softening up that midsection. But she was not done there, as she opted to keep grinding the shoulder against it for good measure.

While the shoulder thrust was perfectly legal, the prolonged grinding wasn’t and the referee quickly took noticed and stepped in to begin a count. Elena was really stuck there to the point she could do very little other than pat over Katsumi’s back and send some weak forearm shots against it while she was keeping her pinned in the corner. Meanwhile, the referee would start a count, but Elena was sure Katsumi was going to take her time grinding that move for as much as she could.

ONEEEEEE….. TWOOOOOOOOO….. THR————

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi fully expected the referee-girl to get involved when she decided to really dig the shoulderthrust in. It came down to some oddball rule about being in contact with the ropes while while touching another wrestler or something, she didn't care about that. The referee would remind her when she's about to get disqualified, so she never felt the need to obsess over the minutiae.

But hearing Elena groan as she twists her shoulder into her belly made it all too worthwhile. Hearing her give the proof positive of the pain and damage she's inflicting, it's always been like a fuel for her. A drug. A euphoric sense that tickled just the right nerves that yearned for her to dominate another person. The feel of the other girl's stomach steadily caving under the pressure wasn't lost on her either, spurring her to push with her toes against the mat to try to pressure in, feeling those desperate batterings against her bare back.

It was the impending DQ that made Katsumi relent. She releases the ropes in favor of wrapping her arms around Elena's waist, instead, hoping to trap her body in her weakened state right there with her. And bending her knees, Katsumi attempts to heft the other girl into the air just like that - stomach braced against her. Only to drop suddenly to a knee as her arms squeeze, aiming to crush her belly against the shoulderblade with the impact while adding a tight squeeze with the arms.

That is, before releasing her to let her drop how she will.

[ElenaVolkov]

The game plan seemed rather simple yet effective: going after Elena’s midsection in a relentless and methodical fashion. Thus far, it was working brilliantly for Katsumi. As the two were tangled up in the corner and the referee started the slow count towards five, Elena could feel her opponent’s shoulder carving a hole in her abdomen. The pain was building slowly but surely to the point Elena couldn’t afford to simply wait for the referee to get to five, and instead actively attempted at fighting back with a series of poorly coordinated forearm shots to Katsumi’s back, who barely reacted to the shots at all.

Eventually the five count came, but so did a new round of offense from Katsumi who wrapped her strong arms around her midsection and rather easily lifted her up, out of the corner. The two girls had similar frames, with Katsumi being a little taller, which made lifting Elena up not that difficult. Elena frenetically kicked her feet up in the air, trying to desperately free herself but to no avail, as her opponent had a firm grip of her midsection. That shoulder that already had her way with Elena’s belly, once sank inside of it, but this time thanks to a rather nasty gut buster variation, as Katsumi fell to her knees and brought Elena’s abs crashing down against her shoulder in the process.

“Ooooommmmmmphhhhhhhhh” Elena grunted loudly as she was dropped unceremoniously to the mat, rolling to the side while clutching the battered midsection. A noticeable applause came from a few guys in the front row, impressed by Katsumi’s technical prowess and pure wrestling ability, as Elena attempted to slowly sit up in the middle of the ring, with one hand covering her belly and the other slapping the mat in frustration. She was getting outwrestled hard in the debut, and she had to turn things around quick before it was too late… but that midsection was now hurting quite a lot and it seemed as if the pace of the match was under her opponent control for now.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi could feel Elena's body thump to the mat as much as she sees it, the ring reverberating with the impact of the dead weight hitting it. And watching the girl writhe in the aftershocks of the crushing blow brought a wicked little smile to her face, right arm raised to acknowledge the audience now siding with her. It's a sort of guarantee that more punishment would be well on its way.

As Elena sits up, Katsumi shifts onto all fours to crawl over to her the short distance she'd flopped and rolled away. And upon reaching her, she grabs for her head to pull her forward, attempting to direct Elena onto all fours as well - only to pounce at her back. Bare thighs press in and squeeze at either side of Elena's head as Katsumi's body overtakes her, her chest pressing into the other girl's lower back. Her arms wrap around her midsection from behind and suddenly grip inwards to squeeze the stomach in a stylized, mat-based bearhug. And if she can cinch the hold onto Elena, the poor girl will be left with two terrible options - either support both her weight and Katsumi's on all fours while her stomach is steadily crushed inwards, or succumb to the pressure and flop facedown on the mat, lending more pressure to the punkette's squeezing arms.

[ElenaVolkov]

Elena fully expected her opponent to go for a quick pin attempt following that move, but instead Katsumi took her time to raise her arm and gloat, further cementing the fact she was in control of the bout early on. Before Elena could even attempt to straighten herself up and potentially turn things around, Katsumi was right on top of her, gong again after her midsection but this time with a working hold meant to slow things down and soften up Elena some more. Elena could feel Katsumi strong arms wrapped around her tight abdomen, while she was trapped on all four.

“Mmmmphhhhhhhh” Elena grunted as her opponent secured the grip on her belly and the pressure began to mount. With Katsumi’s cleverly using her own weight as a weapon, Elena had very little chance to overpower her opponent and to get out of that predicament through brute force. Instead, given the already precarious state her core was in, Elena eventually cave in and had to no choice but to spread her long legs backwards and switch to a prone position. The referee would be close enough to ask for a potential submission, but Elena was nowhere near her breaking point just yet, despite the extremely effective work put in by her opponent. She had to turn things around fast… but how?

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi's head rested just above Elena's rear, turning to the cameras while her body gave a periodic shudder as she ramped up the pressure on Elena's captive stomach. She could feel how toned she is, where her muscles were trying to hold secure against the pressure. But she intended to break her down, to wear out her core until there was no resistance left at all.

When Elena collapsed beneath her, Katsumi immediately shot for the second phase of her unusual submission hold. Twisting to the side and pulling on the blonde's waist, Katsumi attempts to roll over onto her back while carrying Elena overtop her on her back. Her legs shoot upwards and hook down, hoping to hook over Elena's arms to pin them helplessly backwards. Her head, safely resting behind Elena's thighs, smirks up at the overhead lights while her arms redouble around the girl's now taut stomach.

"Scream for me, baby bird!"