Kansai Collision - Shion Akahoshi vs Katsumi Oshiro

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Every bit of movement was going against Shion. Her arms further together behind her. Her back arching a little more. Her head forced almost to the point where her chin was pressed against her collar, with her own chest being all she could see of herself. The whole thing left her abdomen completely vulnerable to Katsumi's bare hand and its excavating fingers, seeking out any reaction from stretched and teased muscles.

It wasn't like Shion had any choice but to oblige the Punk Princess with what she wanted; every potential path of struggle required flexing those abs in one way or another!

Her legs were completely free- the one grace she had this ridiculous position. Her initial reflexes had her simply planting her boots and pushing down, to lift her hips and reduce that stretch so she could flex more defensively, but that was hardly a sustainable proposition. Options spun through her head-

Then Katsumi let out that bitchy little taunt, complete with palm-pats to the biker's stomach. That did it. She was finally getting properly annoyed at the woman's damn needling. Good enough to remind her to pick a target and fucking swing for it.

"Oh, fuck you!" she let out in English. Clenching her teeth and releasing a heavy half-snort, half-growl, she kicked with both legs to one side. She was hoping they were ideally still close enough to the side to land a leg across the bottom rope, but she'd take trying to at least topple the hold!