That Ain't Wrasslin'! - Katsumi Oshiro vs. The Blazing Phoenix

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi considered herself a lot of things. Hot, thanks to her makeover. Strong. Skilled. Cool. A jerk. But unobservant doesn't list among the traits. And unfortunately for her, in this particular match, that might be a hindrance. The tactile sensation of Anne's tight, toned body deliberately brushing against hers with an overwhelming feeling of skin contact has her immediately tingling, her heart fluttering against the other girl's breast. She nips onto her bottom lip, worrying her teeth over it as she studies those big, bright eyes.

"W-what?," she asks, entirely too sincere in the moment as her mind struggles to ground itself in the moment and reign in the urge to linger and indulge.

But while the referee-girl is ready to resume the count and force the scoundrel that is Oshiro-san to release Anne from the hold, she finds she doesn't have to. Katsumi is pushed back a step, stumbling, and rather suddenly finding her back pressed into the corner's turnbuckle pads.

Emerald eyes widen again, a brief look of panic crossing her features. "C-come on, let's wrestle," she urges a little more quietly. "Don't- don't make it weird..!" Her hands move to Anne's upper-arms, some effort made to try to keep her backed up from her. "Let's just, can we just be honest real quick?"

The referee-girl closes in again, as technically keeping someone trapped in the corner isn't strictly legal either! Katsumi notes the approach with a furtive look, then back to Anne. Quickly, all the concerns and worries she had when told the specs of the match come flooding back into her mind. "F-fine! Fine! You're hot! Whatever! Not like you didn't know that! Big deal!"

[Galahad]

It may be true that Anne was working on testing her rival’s feelings of enticement to use them against her, but the Phoenix was lent a hand by the Punk Princess’ distraction with the referee, one she used to further flip the tables and push her rival against one of the corners. Katsumi looked puzzled by Anne’s actions, but the Phoenix could see over her appearances and notice how what the punk was doing was fighting her urges to just indulge in the sensuality of the match with a brief look of panic on those gleaming emerald eyes. Now, cornered against the turnbuckle, the Punk Princess was much more eager to bargain than before, trying to convince the redhead to just wrestle and not get things steamy, but Anne had smelled blood and she was following its trail. Sensually pressing her body against Katsumi’s and mashing her between her body and the turnbuckle, Anne would get so close she could whisper on Katsumi’s ear. “Oh I haven’t started making things… ‘weird’.” The Phoenix rolled her tongue over the last word in order to make an impression, to get even more inside Katsumi’s mind.

The referee was quick to get to the corner. “Come on Phoenix! Can’t do that! Release her! One!” Meanwhile, Katsumi was doing her best to keep Anne at bay, even pressing for some honesty. That woman wanted to be honest with her, and with that came an admission of her finding Anne hot that made the Phoenix giggle. She wasn’t expecting that rival to be like that, but it was a welcomed surprise. Leaning against Katsumi’s ear, Anne whispered. “You think I'm hot huh? You're so cute. Cute and hot..., she said giving Katsumi’s earlobe a small nib. “Two! Three!” The referee interrupted their moment. Letting an audible sigh of bore at the ref, Anne let Katsumi go before swaying her body to the center of the ring where she would wait for her rival to join her.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi inhales sharply from the sudden feel of Anne's body pressing into hers, her head tipping back and eyes fluttering shut. Each breath is a little heavier, more charged from the deliberate contact, and her hands slide from the girl's upper-arms to her shoulders. A quiet, throaty sound escapes her when her ear gets a little special attention, the nip sending a shiver through her body and leading a hand to slide behind her neck.

That was that, though. She can take some comfort there. Not from the damnedable teasing, but from the admission that they both think the other is hot. Fine. Good. At least that's established. Not that Katsumi's mind does anything but completely blank the moment she tries to think about how she might weaponize that against Anne, it's just nice to know that she's not just being worked over.

The Punk Princess wobbles a little on her feet when Anne leaves her, ushered away by the referee. She reaches back to seize either of the top ropes behind her to steady herself, entirely dazed. But if she can just get back into it, she can get things going the right way again. She can worry about how insatiably attractive her opponent is after she's pinned her down.

Oh god, that sounded so loaded in her head.

Suddenly, the punkette bursts into motion, surging forth from the corner post to cover the distance to Anne in just a few loping strides. With a determination to force her mind back into the fight as much as to take the offense back to Anne, her body ducks low and launches at the last moment, aiming to plow her shoulder deep into Anne's midsection to bear her down to the mat in a brutal spear!

[Galahad]

From her position in the center of the ring Anne gazed at the aftermath of her teasing act. Katsumi looked fazed but also allured by the Phoenix’s advances, from her soft whispering to the rubbing of their bodies together. Oh, and that earlobe nib was enough to make the Punk Princess let out a throaty sound while her body shivered a little. Now the Phoenix couldn’t help but giggle and smile in content at the results of her actions while watching Katsumi trying to recover from her wobbly feet by grabbing to the ropes to support herself.

Once she recovered, Katsumi threw herself against Anne in a move that given the distance between them became pretty easy to read, and if it was easy to read it wouldn’t be that hard to counter. Instead of moving out of the way the Phoenix would take the hit but using her anticipation to lessen the impact of the move. That way Katsumi would think she got Anne with her spear, but as the two of them fell to the canvas Anne was swiftly wrapping her legs around the Punk Princess’ waist to deny her of the mounting position that would give her the edge on that exchange. “Oof! Well, someone wanted to take me to the floor so bad...” Anne kept going with her teasing while she gave her hips a slight bucking movement before squeezing her legs to assert control over Katsumi’s movement.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi could tell the impact didn't land the way it was meant to. That annoys her enough to stoke a bit of the fire in her, incidentally helping her break out of the daze she was in. And with the other girl locking her legs around her and pushing her hips against her, Katsumi clamps her hands onto her thighs with a little grunt.

"Oh, shaddup!," she barks. "I didn't get into this ring to flirt!" Her hands slide further around Anne's thighs, until her arms are hooking the legs. "I got in this ring to tear you apart! And make sure everyone sees it!"

Old, less trained Katsumi might have been in some harder straits with the bodyscissor. But the new and improved technician saw opportunity in myriad grapples, and this position was in itself a little blessing in disguise. Her arms hug those squeezing thighs to ensure they remain locked against her, and she pushes off with her left foot to twist the two of them over in a rotation. And, keeping her legs in place, the rotation ends in a deep-seated boston crab submission hold, bowing Anne's back into a tight arch and pulling her bare feet towards the back of her head.

Naturally, the stadium would be aglitter in camera flash to immortalize the two bikini-clad grapplers struggling, eager and hopeful to catch a look of pain wrought upon Anne's pretty features, the sinister smile of the Punkette as she slowly, periodically pulses her hips to add shocks of pain along the other girl's spine, the tangle of limbs, Anne's body arched and stretched...

"You can't tap out in this match! But if ya beg, I may let'cha go!," Katsumi shouts back.

[Galahad]

Now Anne was being successful in getting inside Katsumi’s mind. After taking the hit of the spear but mitigating it as much as possible, earning an enticing position that allowed the redhead to further tease her rival, the Phoenix struck a nerve on her rival, which granted a burst of something akin to anger to her while the Punk Princess stated how they were there to fight and not to flirt, showing some ruthlessness in her words. “Shame, but you will look good with my thighs around your neck...”, she stated in an emotionless tone.

However, just as the Phoenix was squeezing harder to make her rival tame, Katsumi regained her activity. It looked like the Punk Princess was fueled by the stoked fires within her and now she showed her resourcefulness when she took a disadvantageous position and turned to an advantageous one, flipping tables and turning Anne’s scissors into a Boston crab! The redhead was surprised by the change of pace and groaned in pain while Katsumi goaded her about the fact that she was trapped until the Punk Princess wanted to release her since there was no submission stipulation to that match, trying to make the Phoenix beg. “Sorry… Not-gonna happen.” Anne’s words were bold and daring, but her situation was quite precarious. In order to escape from that position, the Phoenix started slowly crawling toward the ropes in an attempt to force a break from Katsumi, but that chance would cost her a fair price in pain and exhaustion.

[CyanDimitrik]

The ring is awash in the cacophonous mixture of cheers and boos, lent in no small part to the stipulated wardrobe of the two competitors. And while Katsumi, herself, may be disinclined towards licentious behavior in front of cameras, she does get the appeal. Perhaps even more now than when she first joined this particular federation. But even still, she knows a solid portion of the appeal in seeing girls in the ring is the scintillation of it all. And she's always thought if she had to lose, she should try to lose looking sexy. The demographics are largely male. They'll help make sure she sees work the next week.

So she doesn't fault them their mixed reaction. Hell, she's even relishing the attention, even if there's a constant, nagging concern that her much thinner, more flimsy attire may suffer malfunction. That, she did not sign up for! The heightened sense of contact, however, brings a more visceral, tangible thrill to the match, and knowing that a good portion are cheering because she looks good in this grapple is doing her heart wonders.

The squirming diva trapped between her legs, on the other hand, is forcing her smile into a pinched, annoyed little frown. As she claws her way bit by bit across the ring, Katsumi has to shuffle her knees to try to maintain the full leverage of the submission hold. Her hips push forward, sinking tighter against Anne's lower back to arch her harder.

"If you won't tap out for me, you can at least scream!," she shouts back. "Come on, baby, lemme hear ya!"

[Galahad]

Anne couldn’t help but find funny how both wrestlers were fighting while wearing skimpy bikinis but instead of fighting in a beautiful beach like she had done before, they were in the middle of an arena. That would made sense if the match didn’t have that no-nudity clause that only made things harder for the grappling to try and avoid any kind of wardrobe malfunction. It wasn’t as if the redhead cared about her body being exposed to the crowd, but she didn’t want to get on the management’s bad side.

Those thoughts would have to wait until later since Anne had a pretty different set of things to think about, like the pain she was subjected to in the middle of a camel clutch hold and how to escape. Forcing a release was impossible given how secure Katsumi’s hold was on what had been a powerful scissor, but the Phoenix still could reach for the ropes and achieve that break she was starting to desperatedly need. Now that she was in control, Katsumi was out for blood. The Punk Princess stated how she wanted Anne to scream in pain for her, but the Phoenix was a proud one and had troubles accepting orders from rivals that enjoy inflicting pain like that. She had been broken in a ring before, but the one who broke her was a way more wicked rival than Katsumi.

With the Boston crab increasing in intensity, Anne’s back bent to the point her body almost looked like a C letter. "I... w-won't!" The jolts of pain that went directly through her lower back to her brain compelled the Phoenix to cry out in pain, but by sheer force of will she managed to clench her teeth and deny Katsumi what she seeked, only emitting low but long groans of protest and pain. “Come on girl, the ropes are just there! One inch at a time, grab them!” Mentally reassuring herself, Anne convinced her body to keep moving towards the ropes, each inch costing her a lot of effort and pain but maintaining her pride as a fighter, which was pivotal to her persona as a wrestler. The crowd noticed that and started cheering for her to reach the ropes, people liked a cool comeback narrative. Finally, after what it looked like an eternity of torment, Anne’s hand grasped the lower rope, which caused an eruption of cheers of the entertained crowd.

[CyanDimitrik]

As the two inch along the mat and Anne's defiance continues to hold against the pain, Katsumi grows more annoyed. But she bears with the shuffling, wanting to milk the position for all its worth. Her focus turns to keeping the hold intact and punishing. Oh, how perfect it would be to force the girl to tap out, even if it wouldn't be anything more than a symbolic gesture begging for mercy...

Suddenly, the rope is grabbed and the audience erupts. And instantly, the referee is crouched beside her. "Rope break! Let go!"

And Anne might get a newfound appreciation for Katsumi's wickedness, as she responds by leaning back and forcing the arch tighter. Rules be damned, she has her where she wants her, and she's going to force the issue even if there's no chance of winning with it! The point is pain, breaking her body as well as her spirit!

"I said let go! One! Two! Three!," hurriedly counts the referee, each number accompanied with a wave of the arm.

Katsumi leans back just a little more in the bare second she has left!

"I'm gonna disqualify you! Four..!"

And all at once, the Punk Princess releases the legs to let Anne's body unceremoniously uncurl and flop. She lifts her hands in the classically innocent dindunuffin pose. "She's free, she's free! Relax!"

As she lifts to her feet to step away, the referee sticks tight to her grill, expression pinched in irritation. "When I say let go, you let go! I want a clean match!"

"Then don't let dirty bitches in the ring!," argues Katsumi, waving an arm in Anne's direction. "Or people with the word punk right there in their name! Hel-lo! I'm not the Good Manners Matron or the Courtesy Queen! I'm the Punk Princess! Punk!," she chops her right hand into her left palm, "Princess!" And once again with the chop.

The audience is mostly a mixture of boos and laughter, watching Katsumi and the referee bicker on the side.

[Galahad]

Just when things looked pretty dire for the Phoenix, Anne managed to finish her slow and painful crawl towards the ropes and grab the bottom one in a feat of endurance. The redhead breathed a sigh of relief as she was bound to be freed now, but something was off. Katsumi wanted to honor her reputation as a rascal and a punk by not releasing Anne immediately, but testing the ref’s patience by maintaining the hold as long as possible. “Aaaawwww reeeeef!!!” Finally, Katsumi got what she wanted so bad, having Anne yelling in pain while she shook her hand holding the rope in a desperate attempt to make the ref notice what was going on and stopped the Punk Princess, but as it always was with villains like that, it took some time that only made Anne’s predicament worse.

Just when Anne was starting to notice some black spots on the side of her vision from how hard she was closing her eyes, she was suddenly released, her body slumping against the mat as she sighed in relief and pain as her strained lower back hurt like hell. For some instants she had to remain there, rubbing her pained back with one hand while trying to get her breathing back to normal, still in pain but the sensation fading a little. When she felt strong enough to regain her footing with some help from the ropes as a support, the Phoenix noticed a ludicrous spectacle in the form of Katsumi arguing with the ref and making some wild gesticulation in the meanwhile. Anne could feel her fighting spirit burning within her, added to a thirst for some revenge.

“I said eyes on be, you punk!!” There was some offensive implications in Anne's use of the word punk. The Phoenix's second warning to Katsumi would be a little rougher than the first one. She would suddenly appear on the Punk Princess’ field of view with a powerful big boot aimed at the woman’s chest.