Biggest Fan (For Avalyn)

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi nips onto her bottom lip as Stacy explains, watching with interest. What she hears tracks well with what she believes, herself. Or rather, what she's come to believe. And as she takes it in, her gaze dips again to look over the clingy two-piece, the boots, the bracers, taking in the veritable star power of it.

"I like it," she says finally. "You look and act like the girls I used to idolize when I was a kid. The first thing that got me into it. That made me wanna do it. Being.. more than a person. Like a demigoddess. So much more to it than just walking out there'n getting it done. But, ah..."

She glances aside briefly, then back to Stacy, a little guilty. "I think I lost track of that at some point after my debut. I started with a singlet when I was eighteen. Generic junk. I wasn't much of anything then. Just a derpy kid getting her ass kicked every night. Then when I finally found my footing, it went to just... boots, shorts, sportsbra. Came out in a pink shirt. Whipped it off. That was that."

Her hand lifts, lightly scratching at the side of her neck.

"I looked really different then, too. You might not've been so into me. Shorter hair, frumpy. Got a whole, complete makeover with everything, landed me with this," she steps back to gesture over herself, "and better training. And, I mean, obviously grew my hair out. Up 'til then, no one was really goin' heart-eyed at me. Big difference gear'n hair can make, huh?"

"Anyway," she excuses, refocusing on Stacy, "I like it. But! Hey! I could'a put you down way earlier in the match if I wanted to!"

It's now her turn to angle a finger forward, planting the tip against Stacy's nose.

"..but I didn't. Cuz ya deserved better. And you even surprised me with how much you were willing to hang on, even though ya couldn't fight back. Makes finally pinning you down, or making you submit to me... so much sweeter."

An eyebrow lifts, coy smile quirking again.

"Do you prefer submitting, or being pinned? When it comes to me, I mean. Fuck everyone else, I want'cha to beat the others."

[Avalyn117]

Stacy blushed at being likened to a goddess, listening intently as Katsumi launched into explaining her ring gear. "She's always so passionate...." Stacy thought in a day dream, remaining silent.

Katsumi seemed to talk down on her past self, as though she weren't trying hard enough. "You were still Katsumi... I think I would have loved that girl, too... I won't lie though, I'm happy I get THIS Katsumi!" Stacy teased, admiring Katsumi's figure with her eyes, then softly touching her hair for effect.

"I guess we'll never know just when you could have ended the match... course I noticed you kept helping me along." Stacy smiled, squeezing Kat's hand briefly. "Oh, we're stealing moves now?" Stacy laughed as the punk princess pushed the tip of her finger against the rookie's nose. Stacy stayed silent for a moment, considering everything Katsumi had said.

"Meeting you was the final push I needed, tomorrow I start training for a win streak... if I can walk. I want to be the one there when you win the championship, when you stand at the top... but I don't plan on putting on anything less than a show every night myself." Stacy beamed brightly.

"I would have said an intimate submission hold from you, but that pin tonight...." Stacy trailed off, biting her lip. "Your body against mine, your toned stomach against me... intense face with sweat dripping off your hair...." Stacy took a deep breath. "I choose tonight... I choose that pin... I choose everything about tonight.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi grins again, but not teasing this time. Just a genuinely pleased look; surprised, despite herself, that she might encourage someone to work harder and ti not be with the primary purpose of getting revenge on her. She's pretty sure she's inspired that a few times. But this is something unusually positive to stem from a match with her.

Katsumi lifts a hand to draw a few fingers through Stacy's hair framing her temple. "So you like being pinned with... passion. Confidence. You like being pinned and knowing.. you belong to the girl on top." She leans in a little closer, her head tilting. Past her cheek, nearer to her ear. "..as long as it's me doing it." The final word is accompanied with a graze of her teeth against the edge of her ear.

"When I pin someone down...," she continues, leaning back a little to find Stacy's face again, "...I like feeling it. Going belly-to-belly. Abs against abs. Dunno why. Just feels more... like conquering the person. Feeling their stomach tense up before a kickout, or just breathing when they can't work up the strength. And the cameras love it. You know someone's been pinned and beaten if you just pin a girl stomach-to-stomach and she can't raise a shoulder. And with me arched over them, like a predatory over prey..."

"Plus, there's the whole... body contact. That's what wrestling is, y'know? Best way to end it. Full contact."

Eyes suddenly widen, and she leans back. With cheeks flushed, she quickly adds, "Th-that said, I, uh, I don't do the whole... hentai.. thing. It's sexy, pinning someone like that, or even if someone gets lucky and I have to get pinned, I prefer lookin' hot like that under someone! That's all!"

[Avalyn117]

Stacy's heart nearly melted at seeing Katsumi's grin. Not in her usual, teasing way, as much as she loved that side of her... but in a happy, relaxed way, like she could finally let her hair down around someone.

Stacy's hands felt sweaty as she thought back to the earlier pin, listening to Katsumi's words. "Only if it's you Katsumi. I want to know I belong to the dominant girl on top... that only I do... her biggest fan." Stacy smiled nervously, her nerves running wild with excitement as Katsumi so teasingly grazed the edge of her ear.

Stacy softly put her hand on Katsumi's abs as the punk princess described just what she enjoyed, pretending to faint in the midst of a predator as she listened intently. "I can't wait to see you crush opponents over and over again with your beautiful abs... but only I get to be the one that belongs to you." Stacy daydreamed wishfully.

"Nothing could ever make you look anything but hot in the ring, Katsumi. Your victories, your rare defeats... you are perfection to me." Stacy said as her heart leapt, taking a quick deep breath. The thought of Katsumi in a hentai match was one she quickly realized she did NOT like. "Just don't go... getting too into the face to face pinning, or I just MIGHT have a reason to seek my revenge!" The Starlight Sprinter said, pointing to the stars again dramatically, then falling forward against Katsumi's chest with a tired sigh.

[CyanDimitrik]

The hand falls to Katsumi's toned stomach, and she can't help the smirk again. Her hand lifts, similarly bringing her palm to rest flat upon Stacy's midsection, fingers fanning out against the subtle grooved of her muscletone.

"Keheh. What, gonna get jealous seeing your goddess pinning someone else down?," she asks. "The audience loves seeing me stretched out overtop another girl. And I can't promise I won't enjoy seein' you pinning down another girl, either."

Her fingers curl, lightly scratching against the other girl's stomach.

"Because you know I'm gonna be watching your matches now. Might even go'n watch some of your earlier bouts. I wanna see what it looks like when you're in the lead. When you come out on top. To see those," she slides herself closer to Stacy again, "big pretty eyes bright and shining, that smile, that spirit, basking in the audience. That arm raised. That body, beaten up and battered, above your opponent's..."

Katsumi begins strolling around to her side before slotting in behind her back. Both arms loop Stacy's waist from behind, bringing her palms to rest flat against the girl's stomach. Her hips press against the curve of her backside, her head tilting forward to draw the edge of her ear between her lips in an unabashedly flirtatious nibble. After a couple seconds, she murmurs, "What'm I gonna do with you?," against the ear, her warm breath licking the skin.

[Avalyn117]

Stacy was now once again helplessly in Katsumi's hands, feeling her stomach so lightly scratched as the punk princess makes her imagine her beautiful, toned body stretched out on top of another girl in the ring. She took a moment to imagine Katsumi on the other side of things, defeated in the ring, and gave Katsumi's hand a quick squeeze without saying anything. She'd be there next time.

"I'll give you plenty of wins to watch... starting next week." Stacy winked. She would continue to impress Katsumi, she had to. Her match with Katsumi had been motivation to impress, but simply meeting the punk princess, how it felt... how it feels at the very moment in her locker room... she had never been more motivated to keep improving.

Stacy got so wrapped up in mentally planning out her week that she hadn't even noticed Katsumi strolling around behind her, her arms now wrapped around her waist. then she felt Katsumi's hips press against her back. Stacy opened her mouth to say something, but then closed it as the punk princess softly nibbled on her ear. Katsumi's soft breath, her hands, her teasing nibble... Stacy felt as if she were being claimed, turning bright red. Katsumi had once again taken control of the match.

Stacy's brain had had a long day, but still, she knew she couldn't just stand there dumbfounded. D-do everything with me! I want to... belong to you... just like in the ring!" Stacy stuttered, her whole body tensing up as if trying not to shut down. "Please take care of me...." Stacy mumbled in her delusion, as though she were being married, resting one hand weakly on top of Katsumi's hand, a complete puddle in the princess's grasp.

[CyanDimitrik]

Finally. Finally. Katsumi felt in control of herself again - and perhaps to a degree, in control of Stacy. Her hands press firmly into the other girl's stomach, feeling out the smooth contours of her abdominal lines, fingertips brushing against the bellybutton as they travel slowly lower, reaching just the edge of her trunks.

Katsumi's head tilts in closer, drawing in a slow inhale near her ear, taking in her scent. She'd already gotten so much of it grappling with her, and now, feeling her in her grasp again, veritably submitting to her, it feels like a continuation. She whips her hair over her shoulders before leaning lower, bringing her lips to the side of the girl's neck; soft brushes at first, gently kneading the skin before starting to kiss. The beads of affectionate dominance travel lower at first, reaching the corner of her neck and shoulder while her hand trails lower still. Fingertips slide over the smooth fabric of her trunks, tracing lower before pressing her middle and ring finger between her thighs.

"You're mine, then..," she whispers against her neck before starting to trail her lips upwards again. The kisses work their way gradually to the corner of her jaw, her other hand rubbing in firmly against her stomach, exploring.

[Avalyn117]

Stacy couldn't resist... not that she wanted to. Her brain simply refused to follow orders. Katsumi's soft firm hands traveled lower and lower, feeling her body as if it were art on a precious canvas.

Katsumi leaned in closer still as Stacy felt her breath. How has this moment gone from the rookie confessing, to tearing up, to teasing Katsumi to... a continuation of their match. Stacy had no idea, but she doubted tonight could get much better, feeling as though her life would never be the same. "H-Hah... Katsumi...." Stacy moaned softly, panting as she closed her eyes, feeling the punk princess's soft lips on her neck. Katsumi was once again dominant over Stacy, but not even she could possibly say this was just a wrestling match, nor business as usual.

Stacy's legs tensed up as she felt Katsumi's fingers slide over or trunks, then rest between her thighs. This time there was no doubt to be had, Stacy belonged to Katsumi. Stacy felt as though she could just die and her life would have been one well lived as Katsumi audibly declared ownership, goosebumps covering the rookie's soft skin as her lips again worked upwards across her neck. Stacy forced her tense body to relax, letting herself enjoy the feeling of being touched, kissed, dominated by her love.

Stacy had no desire to protest absolutely anything from Katsumi, sliding her hand to rest it softly over Katsumi's on her tight trunks as she let out another soft moan. "Yours... Katsumi's... are we...." She asked softly

[CyanDimitrik]

The hand still resting over Stacy's belly easily feels the moment the girl gives herself over to her, forcing herself to try to relax. It's exquisite - the abdomen she'd tortured just a bit ago, now teased, stroked, felt over in a claim of ownership. But with Stacy surrendering to her, Katsumi nudges a knee behind hers - specifically against the joint to gently buckle it and drop the two of them down to the floor.

Not all the way down. Just until both of them are perched on their knees. Conveniently, since they're still in gear, at least Katsumi still has kneepads on. But this lets her slot her body in tight against Stacy's back; her midsection firm against the other girl's bare back, her hips tight against her rear, breasts pressed beneath the other girl's shoulders.

She rocks slowly, brushing her body against Stacy's back. Her lips work their way down again, pressed more firmly with each kiss lingering on the skin. Her lower hand, however, with Stacy's settled atop it, presses in tighter. Firmer. The two fingers begin slowly brushing forward and back, feeling Stacy through the material of the trunks - or more specifically, being felt through it. There's no pretense, no mystery in what Katsumi is intent on doing to the other girl. She's looking for submission. Very, very physical submission.

No words from the Punk Princess at this point. Her world is the overwhelming sense of Stacy's body against her, the warmth of skin against skin, the taste of her neck, while her focus is on the hand starting to hasten each stroke against her vulnerable hips between the thighs.

[Avalyn117]

Stacy's body had been put through the ringer just hours ago. Now that same girl, that same beautiful princess no one ever got to see the soft side of was softly teasing her body, sending tingles from head to toe as the poor rookie began to feel hot. Katsumi's knee buckles Stacy's knee, dropping the overwhelmed girl to her knees.

Katsumi's body pressed tightly against Stacy, almost as if she were about to perform a move. Stacy didn't need any more encouragement. Feeling Katsumi's warmth, her strength, her body, was plenty to get the Starlight Sprinter to relax herself entirely. She wanted to belong to Katsumi, to give herself and lovingly belong to the girl that held her so lovingly.

Stacy felt more kisses while Katsumi worked her hand lower, lower... then slowly began to brush back and forth. Stacy couldn't believe it. "H-Hah... m-my... Katsumi... mmmmn...." She moaned, panting, surrendering to the beautiful girl she had fallen in love with in the ring. Stacy's body grew more and more excited against Katsumi's soft hand, the rookie wanted to give herself to the punk princess completely, her mind was at a complete loss of words, soft moans escaping her lips as she felt protected, loved, and warm against Katsumi's body. "I n-need... you...." She stuttered finally, feeling her trunks turn wet against her soft skin.